Vol 2 Chapter 254: Netheril

The 24,726-year memory of "Distant Space Scholar" Vedrasia-Zakas has ended. By the time of the final World War I, his casting level reached a full forty-two level. , Which is the morning star level in the legend.
　　
In the last stage of 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 exists in history.
　　
　　 But until the arrival of the "final battle", 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 made many things loud.
　　
　　 Vedraxia’s memory ends here, and 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 vicissitudes-faced old man wore a stardust robe he made. He moved his fingers with a punk movement that was so familiar, and then asked deeply:
　　
　　 "Heir, do you know what Netheril is"?
　　
　　 "I think it is not civilization, but a 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 is a magnificent existence beyond the imagination of the world. Thousands of floating cities run across the entire multiverse, and hundreds of millions of planes are conquered and ruled by the spellcasters of Netheril. The multimillion-story sky magic tower stands in the magnificent city, and the street is more prosperous than New York on the earth.
　　
Netheril in a state of war is an unreasonable horror behemoth. 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. Not only have they thoroughly studied the laws of the universe, they have even bypassed the laws of the universe to build their own world, even at the lowest Class-level spell models have also been deduced by countless knowledgeable geniuses in millions of improved versions. 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 blow up.
　　
　　Punk followed the "Distant Space Scholar" Vedrassia Great Austrian Master and experienced a complete Netheril life. He did not feel like many current spellcasters expressed "time and fate". 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, it's just eight characters—whatever! Chasing the dream!
　　
How about 　　, does it sound as boring and vulgar as some second-rate scripts on the planet?
　　
wrong! Wrong!
　　
Among the memories of Vedracia’s 24,000 years, 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 that they would do their best to pursue the dream of the Great Austrian Teacher:
　　
　　 "Little devil head? Are you......have you misunderstood something......Do you think that Netheril's spirit is just a sentence... Is it so simple to pursue a dream like a child?
　　
　　 No, it's not, it can't be, absolutely not!
　　
　　 The real Netheril, in order to pursue his dream, whether it is or enduring loneliness, whether it is carrying humiliation or obliterating emotions, will unswervingly and go on unwaveringly! No matter what 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 beloved, betray your trust, destroy everything, and endure endless loneliness! Whenever there is the possibility of even a little benefit to his dream, the real Netheril will not hesitate to make a cold shot!
　　
　　 Innocent kid! can you do it! "
　　
　　 At that time, Vedraxia, including the punk who was watching all this, was shocked.
　　
　　 On this day, Hassan exposed the essence of Netheril as a spellcaster and nakedly revealed the real interests of "chase dreams at all costs" to 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 power that Netheril civilization never stops and never cares about the pace of sacrifice.
　　
　　 This is the spirit of Netheril, the naked interest, the highest interest called the dream.
　　
Yes, dreams are never as beautiful as people say~EbookFREE.me~ It is actually a cruel and cruel thing from beginning to end, blood and madness are not enough to describe it, only the real has become Only an unscrupulous dream chaser can understand how powerful Netheril’s spirit is, and how powerful it possesses... madness!
　　
　　 Faced with Vedraxia’s question, Punk did not answer. What stood in front of him now was a preset memory, and he did not need to answer anything.
　　
　　 Vedrasha also obviously didn't care about the successor's answer, he just twitched the 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, next... is your time, go and create your own... the glory of Netheril"!
　　
After that, Vedracia’s figure slowly dissipated into countless blue dots of light. Punk stood in the midst of this dot of blue firework, very peaceful and natural, very natural, and very natural. Reply:
　　
　　 "That emptiness is my dream. The moment I move forward, I am a real Netheril"! ) Download the free reader!!