"Take me as a student!"
For a moment, the images of Mairosa and Drusilla overlapped, the same thirst for knowledge, the same bravery and recklessness ...
Lysatos closed his eyes to dispel the untimely exclamation. He opened his mouth, feeling his lips a little dry. "... Why did you think of this."
"To be taught and imparted by you, that is what I am looking forward to. From a selfish point of view, I also hope that between the torch mage and Tia is not just a monetary transaction, can add a relationship bond, to establish a friendship between the two parties, what could be more appropriate than this." Druhiria unapologetically, but with a little complacency said.
Really the same ah ... Lysatos some embarrassment, playing chess by the chess piece will be the army, how to answer it. Rationality and sensibility are doing it again, one shouting don't get involved in feelings, it will make yourself drag and hesitate; the other yelling obey the heart's decision, don't turn yourself into a cold magic statue.
"I ... think about it, you first bring the Kaguya light stone."
"Meaning, I bring it and you say yes." Princess eyes burning, must want the golden dragon to answer positively.
Eventually Lysatos still vaguely send the two elves out of the demiplane and head into the restaurant. Several large plates of sauced meat and spirits were served, and Lysatos gulped them down. A cow and a centipede can not feed the ancient dragon, just do not want to scare the elves, he only ate a three-full.
All the while gorging himself and thinking about his next step.
"Oy vey vey. Overeating is the characteristic embodiment of lost love, master you should not break the straight man's combat ..."
Lysatos flung out a piece of meat slapped on the magic eye, no good, asked: "Drusilla's request what do you think?"
"Is not just a student, you can be busy to find a small positive to warm the bed, and still can not tolerate a rotten girl?"
Lysatos hesitantly shook his head: "Not the same ... you talk to me properly!"
Vlamir smiled badly: "You actually worry about deep in the mud and shake it, why bother, you entered the Saraf did not think about the whole body and return? Anyway, it's a trip of nonsense, let's play with it."
Lysatos thought about it, in hell still need to care whether the dress is neat or not, for small things shaken is ridiculous, anyway, they have no way back.
The devil's eye asked, "How do you teach the druid's concept of nature? If you follow the theory of Sifanas' [one check and balance], won't you end up with a bunch of environmentalist no-politics bums running around resisting civilization and the city?"
Lysatos laughed and swallowed a large mouthful of strong wine, "Like you said, nonsense."
Three days later, Drusillia sent the deposit. Twelve large wooden boxes, covered with red velvet cushions, encrusted with glowing stones of varying sizes. Lysatos took a glance and knew the full number. However, one was missing inside, the most important one. The scattered dimensional crystals must have a main stone.
"Is this all of them?"
Drusillia expression sarcastically, embarrassed to say: "This ... is the problem. There is a glowing light stone, a palm-sized, once set in the scepter of the Elf King. Later 'kingdom recall' period, in order to return all the elves to the Tia forest, must convince the most powerful clan, which is the predecessor of the temple power. The scepter light stone was one of the conditions they offered, and my father agreed to it for the greater good. Now, that stone is set on the idol of the Lord of Rituals ..."
The princess's voice got lower and lower as she spoke. Lysatos' silence was taken as a metaphor for discontent by Drusilla. She said anxiously, "You see, there is actually a way out. I mastered the druids with the aim of defeating the pantheon so that I could retrieve the jewel. The more you devote yourself to teaching, the closer you will be to the jewel."
Lysatos laughed at that, "That's what your royal businesswoman taught you, isn't it?"
Drusillia coyly bowed her head, sophistry in a defensive situation was not her forte.
Lysatos waved his hand under the jewel and said seriously, "That's it, remember your promise. 5 days later, come to me to start the first lesson."
"You mean ..." Drusillia's eyes shone brightly.
"I mean, no tardiness!"
Drusillia went away joyfully. Lysatos returned to the scrying room and repeatedly scouted the movements of the Tyrian forest, the half-dimensional gate, the molten mountain range, and the Nieron divine kingdom. After confirming that there are no special circumstances, he added several layers of evasion detection spells to himself and launched a directional teleportation.
Then back to the cold wind slapped a large snowflake on the scales, Lysatos could not help but shiver, fire creatures have a poor tolerance for cold. Adding the [Adapt to Environment] spell, Lysatos flew against the wind for a while.
Looking around, the pale blue cloudy sky and the endless ice and snow mountain range into one, everywhere is white. The wind was sliced in two by the sharp mountain tops, hissing in pain and triggering a small avalanche.
This is the northern part of the Tyrian Forest, the Lava Mountains. The moist air blowing from the sea monsoon nourishes the forest of Tia, and continues northward to hit the barrier of the continuous mountain range, turning into ice and snow to stay here. If you continue north, you are in the Dwarven sphere of influence, with a dozen active craters of lava shooting up in sharp contrast to the south.
The air becomes thinner and thinner as Lysatos flies, and the peak he is on is known to the Dwarves as the Roof of the Sky, the highest elevation in Saraf. At this moment, the peak of the roof of the dome has been flattened, a majestic and magnificent tower rises from the ground, nearly a hundred magic statues and wind ice essence, ice elemental and other cold creatures build moment by moment.
This secret project began long before Lysatos descended into the Tyrian forest, hitching a third of the Golden Dragon's body property. Different from the ordinary meaning of the mage tower, the building named [Orphic Song] does not have laboratory, elemental room, meeting room and other facilities, its most important condition is solid. Sturdy enough to withstand the pressure of elemental flow throughout Saraph.
A magic statue came over to report the situation: "The main construction has been completed, but it lacks dimensional crystallization activation and has extremely low connectivity with this dimension ..."
Lysatos let it back down and flew up to the top of the tower of the long song of Orpheus. With his eyes closed in meditation, his spirit penetrated deep into the mountains and the sky. An inexplicable and powerful force was touched, that is the spirit of the realm of Saraph, which has no will of its own, but will instinctively reject outsiders, such as Lysatos and Orphic Long Song.
... endless vault, endless earth, I hereby offer the essence crystals condensed by the realm, let this tower be your arm and your body ...
Dozens of glowing stones in the dragon claw like gravel, a grain of flying up, rotating around the mage tower, slowly into the tower body. The long song of Orpha is really singing, the song is the echo of the realm, deep and grand. The mage tower slightly vibrated for a while and calmed down.
Lysatos clearly felt that the long song of Orpha linked to the laws of the realms of Saraph and became part of the realm. A more direct manifestation of this, within 100 sari around this tower, Lysatos has about 20% bonus to his spells, shorter chanting time, and the ability to use spells 1 ring higher than his own level.
It worked, the dimensional crystals were not wasted. This terribly expensive mage tower, shouldering the first step of Lysatos' strategic goal - linking and even controlling the magic network.
180 years ago, before Dimogorgon was sealed by the perishing attack of Sifanas, a group of powerful beings gathered in the distant material plane of Athas. Powerful beings from all races and camps, with the support of different forces, converged in the desert, vowing to snipe Dimogorgon and curb the demon's expansion.
At that time, Mistra, the goddess of magic, led her divine lineage and spent enormous divine power to extend the magic network to Athas. After the war, Athas ceased to exist, and everyone thought that the separate magic network was destroyed with it.
Only a few existences knew that Asmodeus, the Lord of the Nine Hells, who had been silent for a hundred years, secretly ripped off most of the magic network and disconnected it from the Goddess of Magic when the realm collapsed.
Decades ago, the magic net, which had been repaired to a great extent, was spread in Saraf. But Asmodeus is not Mistral, he has no way to make the magic network really integrated into the realm. So with the descent of Lysatos, they needed a sacrifice to link the magic net and the Sarave together.
Lysatos meditated quietly as he thought back on the progress of his strategy to enter the Sarave.
Approach one, the construction of a hub to communicate with the magic network, was complete.
Approach two, befriending a certain race, gaining a foothold, spreading his reputation, basically complete.
Goal 3, take control of that race, become a powerful army, and get at least one dimensional master crystal with different attributes, in progress.
Direction four, weaken and kill a Saraph deity, sacrifice his godhood and body, become the center of the hub, and officially start the magic network.
Although the main crystal did not arrive, but also parallel to the fourth approach, weaken the power of Nieron believers, capture the crystal, and kill Nieron can be completed together. When that day, the first part of the strategy, and the most important part of the success. Saraph will, in a way, be manipulated for Lysatos. And the infusion of energy eased by the magic network will make this low magic realm high magic, and then the earth will be divided above.
Lysatos turned his head to look into the void, Nieron, your Death Star has lit up, see that light?