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Chapter 254: Netheril.
The 24,726-year memory of "Distant Space Scholar" Vedraxia-Zakas has ended. By the time of the final World War I, his spellcasting level reached a full forty-two level. , Which is the morning star level in the legend.
In the last stage of the memory, Vedrasha reluctantly glanced at the plane of Faerun, who had lived for ten thousand years. Nearly three thousand years have passed since the destruction of the "City in the Sky". Now the new generation of mages is very Few people still know that such a humble floating city existed in history.
But until the "final battle" arrived, Vedraxia still couldn't forget the city of war that followed from his teacher, let alone the floating city where he lived since he was a child and loudly made many things.
Vedraxia's memory ends here. As the great Austrian master's figure drifts away from the star realm, the punk consciousness slowly breaks away from this false body.
Finally, in a dark space, Vedraxia's figure turned around and looked directly into Punk's eyes face to face.
This old man with a vicissitudes face was wearing a stardust robe he made. He moved his fingers with a punk movement that was very familiar, and then asked deeply:
"Heir, do you know what Netheril is"?
"I think it is not civilization, but a kind of spirit."
Punk looked at Vedraxia's face indifferently.
In the memory of 24,000 years, punk has seen the magnificent Netheril civilization that has only existed in legends like watching a long first-person movie.
It was a magnificent existence beyond the imagination of the world. Thousands of floating cities ran across the entire multiverse, and hundreds of millions of planes were conquered and ruled by Netheril's spellcasters. The multi-million-story sky magic tower stands in the middle of the magnificent city, and the prosperous streets are more than that of New York on the earth.
Netheril in a state of war is an unreasonable behemoth of terror. The brilliant magical brilliance is easily woven into a nine-color spider web on the battlefield. All the creatures who dared to resist were blasted into gray by the endless magical fire of the floating city. , The destructive power of horror easily shredded planes that were larger than the sun, and the sacred heavens that the gods believed to be solid were turned into powder one after another!
In terms of knowledge, Netheril’s great masters have never stopped learning to innovate even minute by minute. They not only thoroughly studied the laws of the universe, but they have even bypassed the laws of the universe to build their own world, even at the lowest level. The first-level spell model has also been deduced by countless knowledgeable geniuses in millions of improved versions, and the spell models that have been passed down to today are without exception the most perfect model construction.
This is the glorious Netheril, making the multiverse tremble, stepping on the high gods, gods blocking and killing the gods, Buddha blocking and killing the Buddha, and even today, after countless years of perishing, the gods who hear this name can still be Seeing cats and mice explode their hairs.
Punk went through a complete Netheril life following the "Distant Scholar" Vedraxia Great Austrian Master. He did not feel the same "time and fate" as many current spellcasters did. In the memory of 24,000 years, punk saw not only the magnificent magical civilization, but also the things hidden behind this magical civilization that supported the continuous advancement of every spellcaster, that is-- The spirit of Netheril.
The spiritual core of Netheril is actually very simple to say, that is, eight characters-whatever it takes! Chasing the dream!
How, does it sound as boring and vulgar as some second-rate scripts on the planet?
wrong! Wrong!
Among Vedracia’s 24,000 years of memory, punk’s most impressive memory is that of Vedracia’s mentor, "The Fire of the Far Sky", Hassan said when he solemnly accepted his three students. Some words.
In his loudest voice, a voice full of murderous intent, he said to the three students who vowed to do their best to pursue the dream of the Great Austrian Teacher:
"Little devil head? You...have you misunderstood something......do you think that Netheril's spirit is just a sentence... Is it so simple for a child to pursue a dream like a anger?"
No, it's not, it can't be, absolutely not!
The real Netheril, in order to pursue his dream, whether it is bloody or enduring loneliness, whether it is carrying humiliation or obliterating emotions, will unswervingly and go on unwaveringly! No matter what kind of predicament you are in, no matter what effort you have to make, no matter what sacrifice you have to accept... Even if you want to slaughter your companions, kill your loved ones, betray your trust, destroy everything, and endure endless loneliness! As long as there is a possibility of even a little benefit to one's dream, the real Netheril will not hesitate to make a cold shot!
Naive kid! can you do it! "
At that time, Vedraxia, including the punk who watched all of this seriously, was shocked.
On this day, Hassan exposed the essence of Netheril as a spellcaster, and nakedly revealed the real interests of the supremacy of "chasing dreams at all costs" in the sun.
This is not something to die by seeing the light, but the existence of even the sun having to retreat. It is the source of motivation for the Netheril civilization to never stop and never care about the footsteps of sacrifice.
This is the spirit of Netheril, the naked interest, the supreme interest called the dream.
Yes, dreams are never as beautiful as people say. From beginning to end, it is actually a cruel and cruel thing. Blood and madness are not enough to describe it. Only truly become an unscrupulous dream chaser. , In order to understand how powerful Netheril's spirit is, and how powerful it possesses... madness!
Faced with Vedracia's question, Punk did not answer. What stood in front of him was just a preset memory, and he didn't need to answer anything.
Vedrazia also obviously didn't care about the successor's answer, he just twitched this stiff old face and smiled, and then said to himself as if he was savoring the sentiment:
"My Netheril is about to end, everything here no longer exists, the next... is your time, go and create your own... the glory of Netheril"!
After that, Vedracia’s figure slowly dissipated into countless blue light spots. Punk stood in the midst of the dots of blue fireworks. It was very peaceful and natural, very natural, and very natural. Reply:
"That emptiness of Maxthon is my dream. The moment I move forward, I am a real Netheril"!Chapter 255: wake up
End of this Chapter
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