When the first ray of autumn wind gently blew through Silver Moon City, the crazy dragons suddenly began to rush towards the north collectively.
There are also many other giant dragons that suddenly appeared on the continent of Faerûn, hoping to block those of their own race who might be able to save them.
The power of Dragon Madness suddenly weakened. Except for the controlled dragon, all other dragons could control their sanity and appear on the ground for a short time.
The dracolich Sammaster seems to have encountered some trouble.
The cries of the dragons spread across the entire continent, and many of them lost friends and relatives.
Even the five-colored dragons couldn't help but show up to see if their nearby kin were still alive, but most of them could only sigh and let out a sad roar.
The two giant dragons hiding in Silver Moon City also roared past every day, seeming to be testing the limits of their endurance outside the Mystery Lock.
But judging from the fact that they both returned in embarrassment an hour later, it was not yet time to end it completely.
Although he doesn't know what happened, Faerun has long been accustomed to one or several heroes appearing every once in a while.
The bards have already begun planning to march north to see what is going on before the cold winter arrives.
Creatures like the Child of Destiny are truly terrifying. No matter how powerful the being is, or even one with powerful divine power, they can only stay aside and watch.
Without a specific person, it is impossible to find the truth.
Even though all the gods knew the location of the high elf city that created Dragon Madness, they couldn't find it when they got there.
In that city that has fallen into the gap in time and space, unless it is a specific candidate for the will of the world, even Corellon, the father of the elves, cannot be found.
As for the northern wilderness castle under the cover of the five-color dragon queen, no one knows where Sammaster lives.
It happened that the elf city that died was the original inventor of the Dragon Madness Mystery Lock. It was the elf hero who used the lives of the elf in the entire city as a memorial to drag down the most powerful dragon from the altar.
When Sammaster obtained the Dragon Madness Mystery Lock, he also left his only weakness there.
So even though it is not as powerful as Sammaster, this heroic team can still become the master for a period of time.
The tragedy and comedy dominated by the Tablet of Destiny are indeed compelling, but Hill definitely doesn't want to be an actor in it.
He took the time to learn everything he wanted, and decided to leave Silvermoon City and go to the Swamp of the Undead before the extreme winter came.
The year 1974 was also a troubled year. After people discovered that the dragon that threatened them the most had suffered heavy losses, they began to do their own tricks.
That is to say, the world of Toril is too powerful, and demons and demons can only cause trouble in a certain area. Otherwise, there would not be so many careerists who dare to borrow the power of demons or demons.
Most of next year's troubles will be the result of these cities' intrigues and quarrels with each other. It is a good time to leave the city and go to the wilderness.
As long as Hill is not tempted, no one can drag him into the water!
Hill decided to give up those interesting alchemical products for the time being and finish the fourth chapter of his magic book first.
Hill thought about it for a long time and chose levitation as the first spell in this chapter. He still refused to give up on the floating city and planned to try to see if he could come up with a simple version.
Then the second spell is naturally the flying spell.
The third one is accurate teleportation.
The fourth Hill placed a Wall of Thorns. For Hill who has many kinds of thorn magic plant contracts, this spell has been greatly strengthened.
If he really wants to summon a mansion that exists in reality instead of just entering the dimensional space, he needs to add some defense capabilities.
The fifth Hill used True Sight. This spell can see the true face of things.
Hill really didn't want to entertain hidden guests, so this spell could help him ward off many uninvited guests.
The sixth is blindness. In fact, it uses illusion to cover the entire area and cannot be detected by detection spells.
The seventh one is the phase gate. Hill didn't know what the consequences of this would be, but he really wanted to try to see if he could make his house pass through wood or stone through invisible paths.
If he could do it, even if it was just a small villa, Hill would have no regrets.
For the eighth spell, Hill used the early warning spell.
All of this is in service of the ninth spell: the mansion spell that Hill has placed a lot of hopes on.
But Hill left the ninth page unfinished. He could not complete this step in Silvermoon City.
Especially when many great mages appear.
Many people seemed to be interested in Blackstaff Kelburn's expedition invitation, but they didn't trust each other very much, so they could only place the discussion in Silvermoon City.
Although Alustriel's methods are very vicious, many people still believe in her credibility.
No fool would enter that black tower of Kelben.
But what makes Hill feel terrible is that these archmages never came out when the dragon was raging.
The legendary mage who was willing to hold lectures and teach ordinary mages how to deal with dragons actually had the most positive attitude.
The other people who participated in dealing with the dragon were all mages closely related to Silvermoon City.
Instead, it was the temptation of the benefits offered by the Black Rod that made these people come out.
Hill was sitting on a bench in the courtyard, looking up at the falling leaves flying and the autumn leaves turning yellow. He couldn't help but think of the president of the Mage Association in Trahill.
If he came to the world of Toril, he would be considered an enthusiastic person!
At least he would be willing to do something for his own world.
Even if you just don't want to owe anything to your own world, it still feels a bit human.
Although there are leaders like Alustriel among the mages in Faerûn, they seem to be more selfish and cruel.
Hill sometimes felt that for the high mages in this world, those who did not kill people casually were considered good people.
Even if he has the power, he still turns his hands into clouds and his hands into rain, and likes to use the lives of ordinary people as chess pieces.
As for the safety of the world, there are gods all over the sky!
The mages of the world of Toril have handed over the management of the world to the gods.
So even though the dragon disaster has not passed yet, they have already planned to form a group to explore the lost city and find treasures while the dragon has no time to care about it.
Blackstaff Kyle wanted the city, but others didn't.
The reason why a meeting and discussion must be held is to ensure that when exploring dangerous places, at least there is a peace agreement first.
As for what kind of plots, plots, and assassinations to seize the treasure after the expedition is over, that's another matter.
Hill is actually a little confused about recent events. This is not what he has been taught since childhood. Fran has always told him that mages can ignore politics, but they cannot care about the life and death of human beings.
That is the root of a mage, and even if it is otherworldly, it cannot be forgotten.
Hill really wants to know where his grandfather is now and whether he will appear in Toril.
If he appeared in this world, what would he say to the mages of Toril?
Autumn has not yet ended, and the fallen leaves are still flying peacefully, when a deafening explosion comes from the north.
Hill was listening to the last part of the lectures at the university at this time. Winter was coming and many classes were about to end.
Even if there is a Mystery Lock in Silvermoon City, most people can only stay at home during the extreme winter.
When spring comes, the various courses will be reincarnated again.
Hill no longer needs to attend university classes every day, he has listened to all the lectures he should attend.
In the future, like other archmages, you can only come to Silvermoon City to listen to lectures during lecture conferences.
The lecturer in front was also frightened. The mage's sensitivity was very high and he could feel the explosion coming from a very far away place.
But such a violent noise made people wonder which big city was blown up.
The people who looked at each other were finally relieved by Alustriel's voice.
A gentle but powerful female voice spread throughout the city: "Residents of Silvermoon City! The dragon plague is completely over.
From now on, there will never be a dragon that goes crazy because of dragon madness!
The dracolich Sammaster who created all the conspiracies has been eliminated.
Residents of Silvermoon City! Rejoice!
But please also sincerely thank our heroes: the warrior Dorn Greybrook! The team of heroes led by the warlock Karasendris!
Thank them for never giving up on finding the truth about this terrible incident, and thank them for risking their lives to bring peace to the entire world!
Residents of Silvermoon City! Please offer your most heartfelt blessings and prayers to the heroes!"
The lecturer standing in front of the classroom shouted happily: "Today is a good day, let's end the lecture here! I will not charge for the previous classes."
He walked out happily, not knowing who he was going to find to celebrate.
Hill suspected that he might have made such an insane decision because he had dragon friends.
He felt that the lecturer would regret it tonight. Today was a lecture on 5th level spells.
Each of them basically copied one line.
Hill thought for a while, simply put away the pen and paper, turned around and went home.
He also has a child at home who needs to be awakened.
When Hill walked to Terry, he first picked up his chessboard. He looked at the beautiful chess pieces with golden dragon patterns and the obsidian chessboard with exquisite and beautiful patterns, and put it away happily.
It is so rare to have such natural lines with a hint of pressure. Fortunately, Terry is still a young man and the dragon pressure is not strong.
Hill first lifted the powerful sleep spell on Terry, and then when using the awakening spell to no avail, he shook the bell hanging on the side with a smile.
Sure enough, no matter what race you are, you can be frightened even by your own snoring, not to mention the amplified version.
Terry flapped his wings and rushed forward, then hit the wall in front of him.
Hill gently waved his right hand to restore the cracked obsidian wall to integrity. He smiled and looked at Terry, who was covering his head with his wings and wailing: "Good noon! Terry, it's time to get up!"
