Netheril’s Brilliance

The 24,726-year memory of Far Space Scholar Vedraxia-Zakas has ended, and by the time of the final battle, his spellcasting level has reached a full forty-two , which is the legendary morning star level.

In the last stage of memory, Vedraxia reluctantly glanced at the plane of Faerun, which has lived for thousands of years. From this time period, nearly three thousand years have passed since the destruction of the City in the Far Sky. Few people know that such a humble floating city existed in history.

But until the arrival of the final decisive battle, Vedraxia still couldn't forget the city of war that he inherited from his teacher, let alone the floating city that he lived in since he was a child and made many things louder.

Weidraxia's memory ended here, and as the figure of the Grand Arcanist gradually faded away in the astral world, Punk's consciousness also slowly separated 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 vicissitudes-faced old man was wearing the star dust robe he made himself. He moved his fingers with a movement that punks are very familiar with, and then asked deeply:

Heir, do you know what Netheril is?

I think it's not civilization, but a kind of spirit.

Punk looked at Vedraxia's face indifferently.

In the memory of 24,000 years, Punk saw the magnificent Netheril civilization that has only existed in legends, like watching a long first-person movie.

It was a magnificent and 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. There are millions of floors of magic towers in the sky in the majestic city, and the bustling streets are even more prosperous than New York on Earth.

Netheril in a state of war is an unreasonable and terrifying monster. The brilliant magic radiance is easily woven into nine-colored spider webs on the battlefield. All creatures who dare to resist are blasted into ashes by the boundless magic artillery fire of the floating city , The terrifying destructive power easily shredded the planes bigger than the sun one by one, and the holy heavens that the gods thought were solid were reduced to powder one after another!

In terms of knowledge, the Archmages of Netheril have never stopped learning and innovating even for a minute. They have not only studied the laws of the universe thoroughly, but have even bypassed the laws of the universe to build their own world, The super-level spell models have also been deduced into millions of improved versions by countless knowledgeable geniuses, and the spell models that have been handed down to this day are without exception the most perfect model construction.

This is the glorious Netheril, which makes the multiverse tremble, tramples the high gods under their feet, gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas. Even today, after countless years of demise, gods who hear this name can still let the gods who heard this name say hello to them. Seeing a cat like a mouse blows hair.

Punk followed the Far Space Scholar Vedrasha Archarch to experience a complete life in Netheril. He did not feel any time and fate like many current spellcasters. In the memory of 24,000 years, Punk saw not only the majestic and stalwart magic civilization, but also the thing hidden behind this magic civilization that supports every spellcaster to move forward, that is—— Spirit of Netheril.

Netheril's spiritual core is actually very simple to say, it is eight big characters - at all costs! Chasing the dream!

Well, does it sound as boring and corny as some second-rate scripts on the planet?

wrong! Big mistake!

In Vedraxia's 24,000-year memory, the most impressive memory of punk is what Vedraxia's mentor Fire from the Sky Hassan once said when he solemnly accepted his three students. some words.

With the loudest voice, full of killing intent, he said to the three students who swore that they would do their best to pursue the dream of a Grand Archaeologist:

Little devil? You...... Did you misunderstand something...... Do you think that Netheril's spirit is just a sentence...... Is it as simple as a child chasing his dream like a child?

No, it's not, it can't be, absolutely not!

The real Netheril, in order to pursue his dreams, whether it is bloody or lonely, whether it is humiliation or emotional obliteration, will go on unswervingly and unswervingly! No matter what kind of predicament you are in, no matter how much effort you have to make, no matter what sacrifice you have to accept... Even if you have to slaughter your companions, kill your beloved, betray your trust, destroy everything, and endure the boundless loneliness! As long as there is even a little bit of benefit to his dream, the real Netheril will ruthlessly make a move without hesitation!

What a naive brat! can you do it!

At that time, Vedraxia, including the punks who watched all this seriously, were severely shocked.

On this day, Hassan nakedly revealed the essence of a Netheril spellcaster and the true benefit of chasing dreams at all costs.

This is not something that dies at the sight of light, but the existence that even the sun has to shy away from. It is the source of motivation for Netheril civilization to never stop and never care about sacrifices.

This is the spirit of Netheril, the naked interest, the supreme interest named Dream.

That's right, dreams are never as beautiful as people say. It is actually a cruel and cruel thing from the beginning to the end. Blood and madness are not enough to describe it. Only by truly becoming an unscrupulous dream chaser In order to understand how powerful the spirit of Netheril is, what kind of... crazy power it possesses!

Facing Weidraxia's question, Punk didn't answer. What stood in front of him now was just a preset memory, and he didn't need to make any answer.

Vedraxia obviously didn't care about the successor's answer, he just twitched his stiff old face and smiled, then said to himself as if savoring the sentiment:

My Netheril is about to come to an end, and everything here no longer exists, and then... it's your time, go and create your own... the glory of Netheril!

After finishing speaking, Vedraxia's figure slowly dissipated into countless blue light spots and dissipated. Punk stood in this dotted blue fireworks, very peaceful and natural, very natural, and very natural. answer:

The Aoyou in the void is my dream. The moment I step forward, I am a real Netheril!

How about it? Is my setting of dreams unique?