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Act 1: Overture to the Phantom Forest Chapter 27: Nether’s Legacy

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    Lesatos stared at the dracolich, the undead form that all dragons loathed.  Dogosus sat on the steps, condescending.  The black dragon's bones are not pale white, but yellow and white permeated with magic lines.  The negative energy held up the empty skeleton, and the ribs outlined an oval. Inside was not the internal organs, but blue and green dark lights.  The black dragon's skeleton-like skull is similar to what it was in life, except that it has no scales.  The soul fire in his eyes was so burning that Lesatos felt the malicious energy trying to freeze his body. Of course, he was exempted from the paralyzing gaze of the Dracolich.  In the eyes of all things, dragons are more like beasts in other aspects except for their complex language and magic.  For example, they are too sleepy, greedy for money, paranoid about territory, like to live alone, etc.  Some guys who think they are scholars directly despise the dragon's ability to grow hair and drink blood.  But in fact, all they came into contact with were dragons that had left the group and dispersed.  Similar to human loners, or robbers and gangsters.  The real dragon tribe has a very high level of civilization. Mercuria has three giant cities dominated by dragons: Holy Scale City, Platinum Light, and North Wind Fortress. Golden dragons serve as city councilors, judges, and other positions.  Facilities such as colleges, libraries, restaurants, public bathhouses, etc. are all available. The dragons living there are "civilized people". They don't even eat raw food and must prepare it carefully before eating.  Different from other races, dragons use the sky as their roof and the mountains as their walls to create a magnificent settlement community.  Similarly, dragons also have their own traditions and rituals, the three most important for each dragon: the sacrificial day of the Good Dragon King, the birth of the dragon, and death.  Dragons view death very sacredly. The Tomb of the Eternal Sleeping Dragon is one of the most secretive realms among the dragons in Heaven Mountain. Only a handful of powerful people know how to open it.  The dragon tomb is guarded by ancient ghost dragons who voluntarily gave up their rest, guarding their compatriots from being desecrated.  The color dragon is not much different. Manipulating the dragon's corpse is very easy to stir up the nerve that controls rage.  The only reason that kept Lesatos from tearing this set of ribs to pieces was the strength of Dogothos.  This is not a temporary residence, the vast hall is filled with magnificent candlelight.  There are many collections of Black Dragon on display.  Nothing can change the dragon's obsession with wealth, not even death.  There is a tight magic barrier here, which completely isolates the inside and outside. Lesatos cannot tell whether it is on the surface or underground.  However, the spiritual link with Flamir was restored, although it was very weak.  Although the hall has been remodeled, it is clearly a human building, and the construction style is very familiar "Nether ruins." Dogothos said. He had no vocal cords, and his voice came from the burning soul fire.  "The Netheril Empire lasted for three thousand years. It can be called the pinnacle of human civilization. Those great arcanists were running around on ships of entropy, and then left some relics. Let us rummage through what they have left in these old houses.  It’s shabby. But don’t mention it. I traced it to Saraf from a document and found something interesting here.” Lesatos didn’t know what he meant when he opened his mouth to explain, so he had to follow the usual routine.  Greetings: "Long time no see, Dogothos." "A boring opening statement." Dracolich pointed to the seat on one side.  Lesatos was a little annoyed that it was human-sized, but he might hit the zenith if he canceled the transformation.  The golden dragon is one of the largest dragons.  "I still remember that time we met in Calishan, oh. It seems like it was a lifetime ago. At that time, Tanar'ri had not started to make trouble." "Yes, that was when I was still traveling, and you were already famous in the North.  It's a disaster." "It's not as good as the younger generation." The dragon lich didn't care about his choice of words.  "I have heard of your name in Atas. You are one of the five leaders of the [Battle of the Setting Sun] and a general of hundreds of thousands of warriors of all races. You have killed a lord and more than a dozen dukes, more than me.  A small fight in Faer?n is much better." "The Battle of the Setting Sun?" Lesatos chuckled, with a hint of ridicule in his voice, "Isn't it really appropriate for people to name that battle?"  After a brief silence, Lesatos asked: "How is the situation in Faerun?" "Not very good. 50 years after the Battle of the Setting Sun, insect-eroded tunnels were finally dug into Faerun. There were more than one, and then there was a blowout.  All kinds of weird monsters poured out of the passage, but fortunately, the laws of the worlds still restricted the main material plane, and the demons were severely suppressed. I heard that Karatu outside Faerun had fallen.  , and the gods finally stopped their meaningless quarreling and formed a coalition to protect their pastures in the material plane. The war was raging and they were at a stalemate. "Lesatos frowned. This situation happened in the Battle of Atas.  Performed in the early stages.  Demons are usually summoned to the material plane, and more powerfully use projection.  But to transport the army there, passages must be used, similar to the lengthy passages ants dig underground.Digging all the way, actually speaking of digging is wrong.  It uses magic to fix a path, and then moves forward in a chaotic manner.  Based on the chaotic nature of demons, they have extremely poor planning and basically attack whatever they dig up.  Fortunately, they have enough cannon fodder to spend hundreds of years exploring the path.  Atas was originally dug out by demon scouts, and then a large number of demons were defeated by the coalition forces of various races who had been waiting for a long time. Some even said they would counterattack the abyss.  However, after the passage was widened and the duke-level demon nobles and the demon lord's true form entered, the situation took a turn for the worse.  With the support of the two forces, the strength of the demon lords has greatly increased, and most of them have virtual godheads of 1 to 3.  Imagine how terrifying it would be to see seven or eight Nielons flying around on the battlefield without the rules of the Kingdom of God and extraordinary divine power.  The war situation became worse and worse, but the resistance army did not give up hope, until the insect-corroded passage was stretched to the limit, and the demon lord Demogorgon arrived.  With such a force, Faerun will only be able to support it for a hundred or two hundred years.  Lesatos was surprised that the reality was better than imagined.  "There is no lord, or no big guy." Dogothos said.  "Those guys were frightened. Although their strength has increased a lot, look at what happened to the three kings who went out. Graz'zt, the Dark Prince, fought on the Heavenly Mountain and almost died with the three gods in Heaven. He ran back in despair to lick his wounds.  Needless to say, Demon Lord Demogorgon, there are still many lords looking for the seal of the Oak Father. Then, the immortal king Orcus said this, that kind of flying in the ordinary.  The first life was also low. The first two were within the understandable range, but the situation in the underworld was too weird.  Orcus led the largest undead army in the multiverse to invade the underworld. Only the current god of death, Kelemvor, and the ancient god of death, Jaeger, stood in the way. He thought he would be wiped out.  But the underworld is like a bottomless black hole, swallowing up the undead army and Orcus, and then completely closing it, allowing the outside world to be raging with war, but still stagnant.  This has become the biggest mystery of this Force War.  Countless explorers have returned without success.  "Now, Demogorgon is sealed. Part of his forces have established themselves as kings, and part of them have taken refuge with Demogorgon's consort, the succubus queen Malkanthet. This girl is really powerful. Under her control, teasing, and winning,  Survived from the annexation of Prince Wu An, and it is said that he has formed an alliance with the Queen of Chaos. "Hmph, the remnants of Obiris also want a share of the cake." Lesatos said.  "There is another news," Dogothos's voice was full of temptation, "It is said that Graz'zt has recovered from his injury and is about to make a comeback." Phew!  The hundreds of candlelights and everlasting flames in the hall grew taller with a roar.  Dogothos looked at the blazing flames in the golden dragon's eyes with satisfaction.  "Let's get back to the point, Magic Network." Lesatos calmed down and the other party finally got to the point.  "Other guys care about how you do it. It's really shallow. What I want to know is, who is behind you?" Dragon Lich hit the nail on the head.  Lesatos really wants to recruit Asmodeus, maybe he will scare him away, but there is a contract and confidentiality is an important clause.  "What do you want?" he asked.  Unexpectedly, the Dracolich said something irrelevant: "The arcanist who came to Seraph was affiliated with the floating city of Hamijelan." Lesatos didn't react for a moment, and then he was horrified.  Harmigelan is the floating city of Grand Arcanist Karthus!  This genius at the end of the Nether Empire is most famous for his research on the magic network and then completing the twelve-ring magic.  Are those people from the Nether Empire here to study the Magic Network?  “Wait a minute, the time is wrong, that was at least fifteen hundred years ago.  It was more than a thousand years before the Lord of the Nine Hells spread the magic net of stealing after the Battle of Seraphim.  But what if Saraf is not simply the place where the Magic Network plan is executed?  Thinking about it carefully, this plane is full of weirdness, maybe the Lord of Nine Hells didn't tell him more than what he told him.  Lesatos felt as if he had caught the tip of the iceberg of a huge conspiracy.  When he came back to his senses and looked at the dracolich's eye sockets, he couldn't help but have a headache. It was originally his home field, and only others guessed what he had mastered. Now it was his turn to guess what Dogothos had mastered.  The positions of host and guest are equalized, which is really cunning.  "Just tell me your plan." "Hahahaha, feel free!" The dead black dragon stood up and stretched its wings with negative energy wing membranes.  "You control the Magic Network, I have the secrets, and we can share them! For such a majestic creation, you wouldn't hesitate to add an administrator with authority, right?" So that's what it's like.  Lesatos sighed in his heart, and he also stood up and expressed clearly: "The magic network can only have one controller, Dogothos." The candlelight in the hall was instantly extinguished, and the atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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