It was a little brighter and a drizzle fell.

A strong negative energy breath enveloped the sunken land. It was a huge gully, as if it was torn apart by some terrible force, causing the entire earth to fall deep into the ground.

Further away, rows of tall and tall ancient trees have already withered and corrupted under the erosion of negative energy, like weak old men, hunched over and silently telling the tragedy in front of them.

The strong wind whistled past, and the rich negative energy that was enough to suffocate was coming towards us. In a trance, it seemed as if a group of dead ghosts appeared. Their eyes were burning with bells of ghost fire, and they rode on the skeleton war horses. The ragged cloak fluttered in the wind, like a shaking flag.

Brian withdrew his gaze and his face turned pale as paper.

Even with his current strength, he could not use magic to explore the specific situation of the dark fog in this rich negative energy aura for a long time.

As he was worried, something happened to Tivanton in the end.

Like the capital of Sambiya, a huge dark energy hit the city, turning the surroundings into a dark sank space filled with shadows and floating dark areas.

This is just a prelude, and Tivanton's sacrifice triggered a series of chain reactions.

Brian was suddenly awakened from his sleep by a palpitations, making him realize instantly that the magic net located in Guangze area was really torn a scar by the Shar Church.

Although he had already advanced to the great arcane and did not need to connect to the magic net to cast spells, he still felt the scars of the magic net to be impressed.

This terrible storm came quietly, and Brian didn't even know what was going on at this moment.

Just two days ago, he and Myrcella went to the city of Tevanton to conduct reconnaissance. The two not only met with Tevanton's consul, but also personally arranged for a legendary magician to assist.

However, when he was a little relaxed and was about to go to Guangze, Tivanton disappeared, and in addition to this city that disappeared in the sunken space, there was a total of more than 50,000 people.

"How did the magician disappear?" Brian asked an elderly war wizard beside him.

The entire city of Tivanton, whether it was the nobles and ordinary civilians, the consuls, his army, and even the priests and clergy from various temples in the city, were killed. The only one who survived was the fortress stationed outside the city, which housed more than 300 soldiers.

According to the information obtained by his Lady of the Taling North Star, the Tifflin magician who was arranged here by him did not live in the city of Tiffanton that night.

"Report to the Lord." said the war mage, "Late last night, this magician with unknown name suddenly came to our post. When the heavy rain stopped, everyone here felt a suffocating negative energy aura permeated the city of Tivanton. I heard ghostly yells with my own ears, and roars and wails filled the entire city. The magician seemed to feel something, his face changed drastically, and he said 'Oh' and hurried back to the city, without any trace of him."

"And we also discovered at this time that the entire city of Tivanton was wrapped in huge negative energy." The war mage said in a obviously hoarse voice, "In an instant... suddenly sank and disappeared on the surface."

It seems that even this magician is in danger, and Brian sighed secretly.

He finally looked at the sunken space filled with rich dark energy. He could clearly feel that there was a terrible negative energy hidden inside, which made him dare not investigate in depth.

Then, Brian told the war mage a few words, asking them to stay here and not let civilians and adventurers approach this dangerous area at will, so he activated the teleportation spell and returned to his wizard tower.

In Brian's study, his assistant Sissi sent him a bunch of magical letters in just a moment.

All these letters were transmitted from magic devices, and the owner's name was also people who had no interaction with him.

But they all have one thing in common, that is, they are asking him what happened to Tevanton? And that most of them are spellcaster groups and organizations.

Obviously, all the high-level and above spell casters on the entire continent were like him. At the moment a scar was torn out of the magic net, they all sensed this terrible palpitations energy.

This is like a sudden failure of the power plant. Although there is no power outage, the sudden changes caused by unstable voltage have made people who know how to see the problem and can't help but worry about whether it will cause a large-scale power outage.

Although the changes brought about by the tearing of the magic net were only a moment and had no effect on their casting.

But whether it is the "Year of Turbulence", the "Ofa Catastrophe", or even the twelve-ring magic magic released by the great arcane Karthas of the ancient Neseril, it seems to be warning these spellcasters that what will happen in the future is likely to happen.

As the lord of Mokou Town and the Duke of the Kingdom of Cormier, Brian represents the image of the entire kingdom, so he naturally cannot turn a blind eye to these magical messages.

He first comforted the news from Sousal that Shisiaya was coming from Susal, saying that she would not have to worry about the problems here, so he began to respond one by one and explain the general situation to them.

Among these organizations, in addition to the Silver Moon City mage guards in the kind camp, the Secret Star Knights in the Deep Water City, the Luskan Arcane Brotherhood in the evil camp and the Red Robe Wizard Society in the Red Robe.

Especially a governor of the Red Robe Wizard Society, when he received a response from Brian that he had no questions, he immediately responded, which roughly means: Oh, then I'll feel relieved, continue playing music and dance.

Just as Brian was thinking about the method of the high priest of Shar Church, "Black Veil" Eliriel, to sacrifice to the city of Tivanton, his wizard tower welcomed a very important guest.

Storm Silverman, the leader of the Harpist Alliance, appears in Brian's study.

The voter of the magic goddess looked not in good condition. Her dull and scattered silver hair, slightly frown brows and pale face made her look as if she had just recovered from a serious illness, and her whole temperament was replaced by weakness.

Something happened in Shadow Valley!

Seeing this, Brian's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

In fact, if you think about this matter carefully, you can understand the specific reason.

When he left the Misty Valley, based on his experience in the game world, he formulated a detailed method for the Storm to seize the Shadow Valley and go to the Magic Net Realm through the Twisted Tower.

Now it seems that with the tearing of Magic Net, these voters are likely to be affected immediately, which will lead to the bankruptcy of the plan.

"What the hell is going on?" Brian directly avoided the tedious etiquette, got up and poured a cup of tea for the leader of the harpist and asked.

"I believe you should know everything about Magic Net." Storm took a sip of tea and smiled bitterly, "We didn't expect that things would happen so quickly."

"According to your plan, we have recovered the Shadow Valley, and I and Xinbu also came to the Magic Net Realm through the Twisted Tower, trying to find Laroc who was hiding inside." Her face gradually returned to a few traces of blood, and it was obvious that the tea was effective.

Then, she held her forehead and sighed, and said in a helpless tone, "Who would have thought that as soon as she arrived at the realm of the magic net, Xinbu and I felt that our silver fire was torn apart by a terrible energy, and then triggered the magic set in advance and were forcibly teleported to the Misty Valley."

Brian also knows some of the voters of the Magic Goddess.

Their silver fires have powerful means of saving lives. Once they detect damage that is enough to threaten their lives, they will teleport them to the assembly point they set up in advance.

This is a benefit that the Magic Goddess gives to these high-risk professions.

There is no doubt that if it weren't for this life-saving method, these two voters who broke into the world of the Magic Net would probably be killed by the gushing energy at the moment the Magic Net was torn apart.

"You're not a big deal, are you?" he asked.

"I'm fine." The leader of the harpist barely smiled and shook his head. "It's just that he can't use silver fire for the time being, but Xinbu's situation is worse. Because she relies too much on silver fire, at the moment when the magic net was torn apart, she became unconscious because she couldn't bear the baptism of this terrible energy, and even... she was a little crazy, and Azara and others were also counterattacked by the Zoer family and Santalin because of the sudden departure of our two. The shadow valley that was recaptured was also lost and had to hide."

"Please be honest." Brian nodded slightly and said to the point, "You are here not just to tell me this news, if you need help, just say it."

"It seems you have guessed what I want." Although the harpist leader looked a little unconscious, she smiled at Brian, and she was still so beautiful and charming, making people feel like a spring breeze, she said:

"After the magic net was torn apart, another voter of the goddess found me in the mist valley. She helped me suppress Xinbu who was in the madness, and told me how to repair the magic net, and immediately went to Mokou Town to get your help."

"If I expected it would be, this voter should be the guardian of Mis Zhuono, the high elf mage Slinsey." Brian nodded thoughtfully and said, "The purpose of her search for me should be to let me go to Hiroze. Is that true?"

"Since you guessed it all." Fengshang put away his surprised expression, breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, and said, "Then you should know more clearly what to do than me."

"Yes." Brian couldn't help but say regretfully, "Even if this didn't happen, I will go to Guangze and prepare to resolve the disaster once and for all, but unfortunately it was still one step too late in the end."

For some reason, although he said that, Brian's subconscious mind seemed to be telling himself that fortunately he did not go in advance, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

This terrible thought made him subconsciously think of the result predicted by the star divination yesterday: two meteors indicate that the result has both good and bad aspects.

It's not really such a coincidence, is it? He couldn't help but think in a panic.

"You don't have to apologize for this, Brian." The weak voice of the harpist leader gradually returned to a gentleness that Brian was familiar with. "After all, we still have a chance to make up. Master Slinxi told me that she will wait for you in the realm of the magic net and help you repair the scars of the magic net together."

"I know what to do next, don't worry, I will do my best to complete this task." Brian assured the leader of the Harpist League.

In fact, he was a little reluctant to go to the Magic Net Realm because the time flow rate there was different from the material world.

Staying in the Magic Net Realm for a day is equivalent to one year in the material world.

If he stayed too long, even if he spent two or three days, he would miss many things. At that time, the territory would be ridden by the floating city, wouldn’t it be full of tragedy?

At present, in this situation where both cannot be obtained, he can only solve Hiroze's problem as quickly as possible. After all, he still believes in the strength of this legendary boss Slinxi.

Fortunately, he also had a powerful helper to accompany him to the swamp. This person was Brenas, the little prince of the ghost city, a file scholar with a medium-level legend and a dual cultivation of the Gods and the Abnormals.

"Brian, your promise always makes me feel extra relief." The storm looked at Brian, relaxing, revealing a sincere smile from his heart.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Sending off the leader of the harpist, Brian took out a super small exquisite mini scepter inlaid with starlight sapphires, activated the spell, was shrouded in the light of the magic circle, and disappeared in place.

After a dizzy turn, he appeared in the glass palace of the star elf Lich Morel.

"Sit." The Lich seemed to have known that he would come here for a long time, and he pointed to the chair made of bones without raising his head, and his eyes remained on the items on the table.

This time it was not an unfinished painting, but a sheepskin scroll. Brian vaguely saw that the above was portrayed as an advanced magic circle.

A star elf girl with long golden hair walked over with her light jade feet and a glass of wine.

The girl looks the same as last time. The only difference is that she has a cute little white tiger.

The fat little tiger curled up like a little shy, and walked happily with a trembling trembling, opening its small mouth, stretching out its pink tongue, and dripping a string of saliva.

I can't bear to look at it directly.

Brian withdrew his gaze, looked at the focused star elf Lich, and asked knowingly, "You know I'm coming."

"Of course, I'm a wise man." The Lich put down the quill in his hand and answered slightly stinky.

"I actually knew what happened outside," he continued, guessing: "You will definitely come to me to ask why."

"You knew it long ago?" Brian was stunned and looked at the calm lich in surprise. "So, you have predicted that this will happen, so why didn't you tell me in advance."

"Why should I tell you?" The lich looked at Brian quietly, making him feel furrowed all over his body. "It's nothing to do with mortals. Why? Are you here to provoke a crime or want moral kidnapping? Then I want to tell you, don't try to vent your resentment in my heart..."

"Stop it." Brian raised his hand and interrupted the lich's chattering. "Let's get back to the point. I don't want to talk to you here. I want to know if Ms. Lost has been helped by the Immortal Lord Ozens, which has caused the city of Tivanton to be destroyed."

"The answer is correct." The Lich smiled. "Your guess is very correct. You have indeed received the help of this demon lord. It seems that He has not learned the lesson from Craven Sari, or has been blinded by the radiation of the earth veins in the dark area. He will foolishly choose to believe Ms. Ye. Now he has become a worker who cannot even get a reward."

It was indeed Ozhose.

After getting the answer he wanted, Brian was too lazy to talk to the lich and planned to leave immediately.

"Wait a minute!" the lich called him, "There is no doubt that Tivanton has been transformed into a dead city and completely sinking into a dark area. Little guy, have you never thought about how to face the counterattack of the undead army? After all, this position is under your nose."

"What the hell do you want to say?" Bryan asked.

Of course he had thought about this issue, but he did not take it seriously. After all, having two wizard towers, Arabe and Mokou Town, will not pose any threat to him unless the unaffected incarnation of Ozs comes in person.

The only thing he couldn't let go was that he was worried that these undead creatures would make trouble behind him while the floating city of Saxroth attacked Mokou Town, making it difficult for him to deal with the beginning and end.
To be continued...