Roland understood Schuck's dilemma and gloom.
On one side was the normal worldview he had developed since childhood, and on the other side was someone who treated him well.
Now it was a conflict of personal feelings and ideals, so Schuck had no choice.
After coming out of the cold drink shop, Roland didn't go to the saber arts club but continued to read the forum posts at home.
There were now four days before Roland and the others came out of the dungeon, and he didn't know what the situation would be like after they came out of the dungeon.
But looking at the current situation, a great battle was inevitable.
Judging from the number of arguing posts on the forum, the number of god-protectors didn't seem to be many.
After all, most players, by the time they graduated from college, passed politics.
But even so, the group of players was still torn apart.
If coupled with the previous division plan of the Hollevin royal family, then the alignment of the players was now clearly differentiated.
Roland sighed. In this case, even if he came out of the dungeon, he wouldn't be of much use.
The coalition of churches sounded like a big shot. Even if Roland could get out of the dungeon, what could he do?
This was a joint oracle!
The churches had probably even sent out Legends.
How were the players going to stop the coalition of several churches?
Iron heads?
Even if they had iron heads, they wouldn't be able to stop them.
Roland let out a long sigh, and for once, didn't think about magic.
He tried to think to see what he could do in this war, but in the end, after thinking about it, he found that he couldn't do anything.
Because he was too weak.
What if he had the strength of a Legend?
Maybe he could sway some things.
In his helpless mood, the day passed quickly.
Roland entered the game again.
It was morning in the game, and Mordenkainen, who was teaching him, keenly noticed that Roland's mental state wasn't quite right and asked what was going on.
After a moment of silence, Roland roughly told him what had happened.
Mordenkainen laughed and said, "Don't think too much, be a coward when it's time to be a coward, and take revenge later when you have the strength. As a man, it's not ugly to run away occasionally. "
Roland then asked, "Then, Master, have you ever run away?"
"Of course." Mordenkainen said matter-of-factly, "When I was fourteen, I was invited to a duel by a noble warrior, who was much stronger than me and three times older than me. How could I possibly win? Then I ran away. Two years later, I came back, broke his legs, and threw him under the sun for half a day before I allowed him to go back to recuperate. After that, no one dared to find trouble with me. "
After hearing this, Roland smiled and said, "You weren't strong back then, and you were young. It's normal for you to run away."
"When I severed the threads of fate, the Goddess of Fate came to me for the first time. I was terrified and immediately ran away. And the way he escaped was ugly, you'd never expect it. "As if remembering the past, Mordenkainen smiled.
Roland asked curiously, "What way?"
"I retracted all my mental power fluctuations and disguised myself as an ordinary person. Then, I jumped into the cesspool. Although he managed to escape the Goddess of Fate's first search, he did not dare to eat meat for the next ten days. Disgusting! "
In historical records, Mordenkainen was wise and wise … Anyway, he was at the top of his game. It was normal for him to cower in a duel with a noble. After all, Mordenkainen was young at the time and had not yet begun to create his own spells. According to magic books, Mordenkainen did not begin to improve and create magic until he was twenty-five years old.
In other words, at fourteen, Mordenkainen was still a weakling.
Cowardice was normal.
But Mordenkainen, after severing the threads of fate, should be close to a Legend, if not a Legend. At such a powerful age, it was somewhat unbelievable that he would jump into a cesspool to take refuge.
Roland's expression suddenly became subtle.
He didn't know whether he should say that Mordenkainen was flexible or laugh at him for actually jumping into a cesspool!
But Roland also understood what Mordenkainen meant.
"Even someone as powerful as me has cowered before. You're young, it doesn't matter if you cower once!"
That was the gist of it.
Roland was in a much better mood when he heard Mordenkainen's persuasion.
Mordenkainen's old, withered hand tapped the table lightly. He thought for a moment and said, "Since you're from the future, then you should know what my greatest achievement is, right?"
"The spell model," Roland said.
"Wrong." Mordenkainen was quite disappointed. "It seems that there is still a gap in history. Of course, it could also be deliberately done by some 'people.' It obscures my greatest achievement. "
Roland said, "Then what is your greatest achievement, old man?"
"A floating city!" Mordenkainen said rather proudly, stroking his beard.
A floating city?
Roland had no impression of it … or rather, none of the magic books he read mentioned the term floating city.
Hollevin also used hieroglyphics, ideograms.
So Roland could fully understand what the word represented.
"What a pity. It seems that your historical records at that time weren't good either. " Mordenkainen smiled and said, "I'm much weaker now, but still no one dares to trouble me. The reason is simple, I have a floating city. And it's an astral floating city. "
Roland roughly understood what Mordenkainen meant, but he didn't have an intuitive impression.
"Get up, I'll show you."
With that said, the two of them went outside the building, and Lamia ran out as well. She looked at Mordenkainen and said excitedly, "Grandpa, are you going to the floating city again? Take me with you, take me. "
Okay!
Mordenkainen responded and reached out and pointed at each of them.
Levitation, a spell that Roland also knew, but the real inventor was Mordenkainen in front of him.
Then he pulled the two of them and flew up.
As they flew higher and higher, Roland said anxiously, "Wait, there's a ceiling up there, don't rush up."
Roland had explored it before, and there was an invisible layer of dirt above, so thick that even his mental power couldn't penetrate it.
But Mordenkainen just smiled and flew even faster anyway.
Roland couldn't help but close his eyes.
He felt that there would soon be a plane crash.
Then, something happened that left everyone dumbfounded.
There was a twist in the sky, and then an unimaginably huge layer of mud and rock appeared in front of Roland.
When this rock layer appeared, the entire city was shrouded in shadow, and the sky and sun he had seen before were replaced by the rock layer in front of him.
Roland's entire field of vision was blocked, and no matter how he looked, he couldn't see the end of this rock layer at all.
This wasn't underground at all, it turned out to be under a huge and frighteningly huge floating city.
Roland had a feeling that he was like a blind man trying to feel an elephant.
Then Mordenkainen pulled them and flew to a depression where there was a magical pattern of light. When Mordenkainen approached, a magic stone door opened, and the three of them flew through the stone door, then passed through a long tunnel, and finally reached the exit.
Mordenkainen pulled the two of them and landed on a flat blue ground.
Roland looked around and found that the platform was very, very large, larger than the city below, and almost endless, and not far away, there were four towering giant buildings, arranged in a crescent shape, and from a distance, they looked like four small mountains.
The huge flat square was paved with blue bricks, each of which was the same size and glowed with a magical luster.
Roland squatted and touched them, only to discover, to his surprise, that the bricks were all high-quality magic energy. To put it simply, they were all magic blocks that had been intentionally made into such a shape.
"You can tell?"
Roland nodded.
"These are all condensed from my magic power." Mordenkainen spread his hands, turned in a circle, and laughed. "Every day, I extract a portion of my magic power and make it into bricks, accumulating over time, and then building this great floating city. Standing on this floating city, even if it's a god, I dare to fight him. In the main plane, I'm not afraid of anyone anymore. "
Roland was speechless.
The area of this floating city was already at the level of a medium-sized city.
And every brick here was Mordenkainen's reserve magic power, which could almost be said to be endless magic power for him to use.
As long as he didn't leave this floating city, Mordenkainen was almost invincible.
At this time, Lamia began to run toward the middle of the square, and Mordenkainen slowly followed.
Soon, Lamia stopped. There were several special bricks in front of her.
The other bricks were blue, but this one was pure white.
Lamia leaned down and pressed her hand against the white square, and in a short while, the white bricks flipped and changed, finally forming something like an altar.
Finally, a magic projection appeared on it.
A blue circle with a guide mark seemed to be a three-dimensional map.
Lamia put her hands in and moved them a few times, and then the entire floating city let out a faint buzzing sound, and a violent flow of magic appeared in the sky, even forming countless white vortexes.
The sky was twisting, and everything outside the floating city was twisting.
Roland could sense that the floating city was performing long-distance teleportation.
The sky twisted into a paste and finally turned white.
Then the surrounding light began to dim, and finally it became night.
Then the distortion of space gradually stopped, and not long after, Roland found that the background of the world outside the floating city had become pure black.
And in the black, there were many faintly glowing objects.
Some were particularly large, some were particularly small, and the colors were all different.
At some point, a transparent barrier had appeared above the floating city, and from time to time, strange things would bump into the transparent barrier and bounce off.
Some hideous insects, looking like armored black maggots, had a mouthful of sharp teeth, but couldn't chew through the barrier.
There were also many stones floating randomly in the space, and there were also clusters of … round, square, or irregularly shaped fragments that recorded certain images!
A lot of strange sounds rang out outside the floating city from time to time. Roland couldn't imagine what they were, but in short, it was quite uncomfortable to listen to.
Roland also saw that most of these fragments were intertwining figures, but they didn't seem real.
This space was very strange, very strange, very unreasonable, but also very … interesting.
Roland looked around blankly. "Where is this?"
He already had a guess, but he still hoped to get an answer from Mordenkainen.
"The Astral Plane, the Divine Realm, the Void … it's all here." Mordenkainen pointed to a bright white sphere the size of a basketball in the distance. "See that thing! That's the divine realm of the Goddess of Light. It looks small and close, but in fact … the distance is infinitely far, and it's almost impossible to fly there without mastering the Divine Spark. What you see here isn't a real divine realm, just a projection sent from a distant world. "
"The green sphere is the Divine Realm of Life, a little larger than the Divine Realm of Light." Lamia leaned over and smiled. "The purple one is the divine realm of the Elven Goddess, isn't it much smaller? It's about the size of an apple. The stronger the god, the larger and brighter the 'symbol' projected in the Astral Plane. "
"What about those red ones?" Roland pointed to the distance, to the red starlight that occasionally flickered once or twice.
"Evil gods," Mordenkainen said lightly.
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