Kingdom of Harua, Mount Taras.
The belief in the magic kingdom of Halua is mainly based on the magic goddess Mistra and the magic god Azus. The huge group of spellcasters makes it possible to have the largest temple of Mistra in the world.
In an inconspicuous corner outside the temple, accompanied by the light of the teleportation array, Brian's figure quietly appeared on the land of the Kingdom of Haruha.
Looking at the magnificent temple in the distance and the endless stream of casters on the steep and spacious steps, Brian sighed with deep emotion.
In order not to affect his future plans for the Kingdom of Haruha, he tried his best to avoid showing up here, which made him think that it would take at least several years to have time to set foot in this land.
Who would have thought that the plan still couldn't keep up with the changes and came here so quickly.
The reason why he was able to reach the land of the Magic Kingdom in an instant through teleportation spell was entirely due to the help of the elder Arad, the elder of Harua.
To avoid attracting attention from those who are interested, Brian put on the hood of his cape, hid himself in the shadow, and kept as low as possible, just like an ordinary wizard apprentice, and walked silently towards the Temple of Mistera with a pious face.
After all, he had already learned from Elder Arad and the information he had in his previous life.
At this moment, Halua is no longer the magical kingdom that was united in the past. If the followers of the Lost Lady Shar who was hidden in the dark find that he appears here, it will be more troublesome, and it may even affect his next plan.
With the help of the Golden Dragon Paralandask, he unexpectedly obtained information about Saruk Witch, one of the three major creator races.
Therefore, he inferred that the "prophet of the earth" Ashindo came from the Saruk Witch race, the Istosepfeffer Empire, one of the three empires.
This powerful empire not only launched a fierce battle of racial survival with the weaver organization known as the "Interstellar Colonists", but even in order to completely eliminate the kingdom of Ferlin Mokui, which is today's dark area, is also called the burial place.
The mages of the Eastosefeffer Empire managed to force the glacier group located in the north of the Enoak Desert, which was once a narrow sea, and used sea water to submerge the continuous hills and surrounding lands that are now called the Northland.
Although the plan of this group of mages was successful, destroying the vast majority of Ferin Demon Aoi, and the survivors were hiding in the deepest part of the dark area because of fear of the pursuit of Saruk Witch, the large-scale climate change caused by magic seemed to have undergone a mass extinction, resulting in the demise of the Istosepfeff Empire.
Therefore, if Brian can find records about the Eastoscephifer Empire, he can follow the clues and find the capital of the Eastoscepher Empire, the lost ancient city of Oleme.
After all, there are many rumors claiming that the "Prophet of the Earth" Ashindo lives in seclusion in this lost city, patiently waiting for the opportunity to restore the Istosepfeffer Empire.
"Boy, then I don't understand." The voice of the Golden Dragon Paralandaks rang in Brian's mind:
"Since we are planning to find information about the Istosepfeff Empire, why did you come to the temple of Goddess Mistra, don't tell me that there are records of this in the library of the Haruans."
"Maybe, maybe we'll find it if we're lucky." Brian replied ambiguously, "Just think I'm here to try my luck."
"When you lie, can't we pretend to be a little bit like?" Palarandax curled his lips and complained, "You can't even find the information in a candle castle. You still want to find it in a place like Harua where birds don't poop. Do you think it's possible?"
Brian smiled, not answering his question.
As Jinlong said, there is indeed no information about the Istosepiffer Empire in Harua's library, but he knows another way to search for them.
In Brian's impression, the westernmost part of the Kingdom of Harua is the Zultan Peninsula.
It was a tropical rainforest, and the entire peninsula was dominated by ancient and primitive jungles. It was even rumored that this was also the only habitat for the oldest reptile monster dinosaurs. Even the altar and temple of the dinosaur god are hidden in the deepest part of the primitive jungle.
Another empire of Saruk, Melshok, is located in the Jungle of Chult.
Melshok was also the last empire of the Saruk witch race. A relatively complete witch spire remains in the depths of the jungle.
Before Brian traveled, he had heard of this mysterious and ancient spire that was accidentally discovered by some players who like to explore.
Unfortunately, he didn't care about these things that had nothing to do with him at the beginning, which indirectly led to him not knowing where the Wu Zi spire was.
So, in order to find the location of the tower as fast as possible, Brian had to stop by to Mount Taras in Harua for help.
When Brian stepped into the Temple of Mistera surrounded by a light blue halo, he accidentally discovered that a priest wearing a black robe and a circle made of seven blue and white stars, with a red mist emblem flowing out of the middle blocking his way.
"Your Excellency, be ordered by the goddess Mistra." He bowed slightly and said with a pious expression, "I have been waiting for you here for a long time."
Brian stopped and looked at the other person.
The priest was young and said, with thick and black hair, but his shoulders seemed to have sagged heavily due to centuries of magical research, which exposed his true age.
Obviously, this is because of the priest who successfully resisted aging.
"Please come with me." Before Brian could speak, the pastor took the initiative to say.
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the back hall.
Brian looked at the pastor thoughtfully and followed.
The two walked silently through the backyard of the temple and saw an inconspicuous cottage in front of the inconspicuous cottage.
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Inside was the mud floor, hay bed, animal skins and blankets for warmth, a basin of water, a pot of unknown wine, as well as some bread and cheese, a small fire, and two low chairs.
The pastor sat on one of them, lit the butter candle on the table, looked at Brian, and said, "Can I stay a little longer, I think we should talk."
"If you want," Brian replied, lifting his hood and sitting on the second chair.
"I heard that the floating city of Sacros fell. The priest stared at the candlelight swaying on the table, "Is this true with the ghost prince Egerella?"
"It's true," Brian said, immediately commenting, "He's a poor man who chose the wrong path."
"The poor man who chose the wrong path..." A trace of sadness floated in the pastor's expression. While getting up, he muttered to himself and walked out in a daze.
"This human priest is a little strange." The words of the Golden Dragon Paralandaks rang in Brian's mind, "I always feel something is wrong."
Brian retracted his gaze staring at the priest's back and said, "It's right if something is wrong, because he was once a ghost descendant."
Then, just as he wondered what the priest's real intention was to bring him to this simple stone house, a ball of leaping flame suddenly appeared out of thin air, condensing into a human woman with long dark floating hair.
Seeing this, Brian suddenly realized something, and quickly stood up, greeting the human woman with a slightly respectful expression.
She wore a plain but elegant pale blue robe made of the most exquisite silk, adorned with a mesh tight buckle set with gemstones.
Obviously, this person is the incarnation of the magic goddess Mistera.
This is why Brian came here.
Because in the cave clusters of Mount Taras, any spellcaster has the opportunity to find the answers he wants in his heart.
And the answer Brian wants is the precise location of the Witch Spire.
He believed that at the critical moment when Miss Lost targeted the Magic Goddess, the other party would never ignore Shahr's conspiracy as if he was lying flat.
Of course, if the magic goddess Mistera really ignored the conspiracy of Miss Lost, so that Brian did not get the answer she wanted.
Then he also found an excuse for himself to not participate and escape from this conspiracy, whether it was the Magic Net replacing the Shadow Magic Net or the Shadow Magic Net replacing the Magic Net.
Immediately afterwards, a soft and gentle voice that was soft and majestic, echoed in Brian's heart like good words recorded in advance:
Raise your head and don't panic.
I am neither scary nor a goddess that can be described as just "terrifying".
Seeing my figure is like seeing what magic is.
I, Nemistra.
The gods praised by the priests may be either this or that, but in Torrell, everyone knows that "magic" - not the same - is unique.
I am the weaving person, the way to rise, and the way to truth.
Facing the mortals I love, because I was one of you not long ago, I beg me to build magic for them, or as if I wanted to eat the delicious children on the plate in one breath, I asked me to show them the mystery immediately, and I had to be as cold as ice and do it sometimes.
And if I deliver my own secrets and keep them in it, showing and highlighting their endless glory, who among the mortals can look at it and control it?
Yes, just think of the reasons, and you will know that you don’t have to be afraid of me, because I do love your race deeply.
I will never reward and punish the prayers of those who pretend to be cowardly or the daring threats of a few people, but will do it according to needs.
Then when you feel alone, lost and confused, and the dark spells are about to harm you, think back to this moment. Feel my tremendous power, and the rolling operation, although it is not directed to you, it is still vast and vast, enough to swallow you in the blink of an eye, making your body unable to see and sound unheard.
This power fell upon you when I noticed you, and although you were so awe-inspiring, you did not lose your life.
I will always be with you, and you will never be alone.
I move with the flow of life, flowing with the wind and water, and alternate with the sun and the moon. Because magic is everywhere, I am everywhere.
The magic net is vast and varied, and is a power that is beyond the reach of the wisdom of ordinary people.
But as the years pass, every distraction of my mind still receives valuable rewards, which allows the person who exercises the spell to increase his strength and gain some insight.
However, people with a lot of strength and knowledge often lose their control. The force makes them burn themselves, twists and corrupts them, and makes them even more misleading and vicious.
Therefore, there were tyrants who wanted to control all things and corpse witches who wanted to destroy sentient beings. Their eyes were full of madness and wanted to transform Torrell into their delusional appearance to hold it in their palms.
The destruction and destruction of the masters of our kingdom is far more than support.
We are destined to do anything, and we are devastated, which makes thousands of living beings even more devastated.
All people should be aware of the pain caused by this darkness, and I feel it.
I tried to dispel the haze, and made the souls of mortals resolute and unyielding like forging swords, so that they could increase their strength and gain some insight.
I was also having trouble taking this project. Fortunately, there are still mortals who are better at operating the arts and are good at self-control. In this regard, they are a bit too much.
If these countable people are willing to help me, I regard them as my voters.
Their numbers are so rare.
People are too prone to act recklessly because of their power, just like tools that are too easily damaged and embarrassing.
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I will never force the waiter, I will never do so.
I won’t just wait in helplessness like my ex.
I will give with love, and I will never stop giving.
I supervise mana because it has thousands of possibilities. It is a dangerous thing for mortals, gods, and Torrell.
All three were deeply affected by the tearing and abuse of the magic net.
I resist this.
I am the guardian of Magic Net and my lover of Magic Net.
Those mortals who serve me must be the best, and will not make mistakes, but must also love the magic net as deeply as I do, and do their best to understand it one by one better than others.
When the voters assist me, they can feel the guidance of my hands, but they are as light as nothing. They can be as happy, anger, sorrow and happiness as mortals, understand the magic net from their own perspective, and help me with their own methods.
Voters are so difficult to choose.
The voters are so unique that I have retained less than two-handed voters promoted by my predecessors.
My ex's ex's great name is Mistera, who has never been named "midnight", and has become a person who has raised them personally without seeking out the voters.
What I am talking about is the Seven Sisters, born at Misterla, who are raised as the ones they need, and they are also indispensable to me these days.
All people are wonderful and complex things, and my own strength is not enough to promote voters in the way she used to do... Therefore, I can only look at the boundless world of Torrell to find natural talented people.
I oversee all operations and interfere with the Magic Net. I am obsessed with their courage, achievements and nature... and their love.
I often pay attention to the seven of them, almost as often as the old naughty boy who kept her strength when my ex passed away and then happily delivered it to me later.
She is with him and with me.
She is also with people who can be called daughters: seven women with gender, silver hair and wit.
They have been forbidden for a long time than thousands of ordinary people, and they still face every day with full enthusiasm, which makes me happy.
But they have fewer opportunities to advance and retreat together, which is my only regret.
However, once, in a time that has become a thing of the past, especially when it was gently supported by the curtain I weaved, they got this opportunity... and I am happy to see them work together.
Now, look at them and look at me.
Yes, my eyes were bright. When I was a mortal, I had longed to be the same person as these ladies Zhuoran.
I am Misterla, and I give all this gift to your tribe, seven silver glory among my electorate.
Yes, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
No matter what you mortals think, this is a gift from love.
Chapter completed!