Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 173 Number Eleven

"If that's true, this thing is indeed extraordinary." Nemesis sighed. Having lived in a technological civilization in his previous life, he could see the potential of the dead roots at a glance.

This is something that could change the path of Faerun's future society.

Under normal circumstances, Faerun's medieval civilization would have lasted for a very long time, perhaps until a kind and talented wizard emerged in the future and found a way for ordinary people to use magic, thus transforming the entire Faerun into a magical civilization.

However, the appearance of dead roots may completely block this road.

With this cheap chemical fuel, there is no longer much need to explore the path of magical civilization.

On the contrary, technological products such as steam engines may develop faster.

"This is also the reason why I came to see you." Sefar said seriously.

"During the past few years of my exploration in the south, I discovered that the underworld tide is a natural phenomenon that continues to spread. A large number of underworld tides have appeared in the south of the entire Maztec continent, and they are still spreading to the central part."

"These underworld tides are extremely dangerous to ordinary people. Because of the gathering of undead energy, unconscious undead energy aggregates will occasionally gather in the underworld tides and attack people near the underworld tides."

"In the southern part of the Maztec continent, there originally lived a race called the Green Men, but due to the existence of the Underworld Tide, they are almost on the verge of extinction."

"If this continues, the entire Maztec continent will be swallowed by the underworld tide."

"I need a magical material called [Praise to the Sun God]. I found it in an underground ruin in the south. It is the only thing that can stop the spread of the underworld tide."

"What a pity." Sefar sighed and said, "I was ambushed by a mysterious man, and he destroyed the only [Hymn to the Sun God] I had."

"I hope you can help me find another [Hymn to the Sun God]." Sefar looked at Nemesis sincerely.

Juancelong was speechless. So, you want to be a good person, but you don’t have the ability, and you want to drag me to do it with you?

Nemesis rolled his eyes. He didn't have the time for that.

"I know where to find the Sun God's Tribute. There is one in every pyramid of the Huakli Alliance. There is also one in my wizard tower, but I cut it into pieces and forged it into a spell amplifier."

“I advise you not to even think about it. Those pyramids are not easy to deal with. Each one of them requires legendary strength to fight against.” Nemesis spread his hands.

Sefar refused to give up and tried to persuade Nemesis with some kind words, but was firmly rejected by Nemesis.

Just kidding, after the last destruction of Tikal, those Niksarans must have been on high alert. Who knows what they’ll encounter if they go there again.

"Besides," Nemesis frowned and said, "The Golden Legion is coming. I have to take care of my territory first. Mr. Sefar, I advise you to start looking here as well."

"When the Golden Legion arrives, you will have to go further north to search. As for the underworld tides, they won't be able to come for a while. We can consider it later."

Sefar sighed and said, "You are right. I was impatient."

Nemesis shook his head. The son of the Black Staff was indeed kind. He wanted to stop the underworld tide from harming living creatures and even took out the dead root to lure him to help him.

Unfortunately, the Scroll Dragon was not very interested in this. The ever-growing nature of the Underworld Tide made it impossible to monopolize it. The method of creating dead roots was too simple and the secret would not be kept for too long. If he got involved, the final outcome would be nothing more than competing for the market with a group of energy giants from the Amn Empire.

It's not that he doesn't have confidence in himself, but he really doesn't think that he, who was just an ordinary employee in his previous life, has the ability to fight a group of cunning businessmen in the financial market.

He was more used to speaking with muscles and magic.

"In that case, I won't bother you for now." Sefar left the meeting room and went to the reception area on the second floor, leaving Shana alone. "What's wrong? Is there anything else?" Nemesis asked in surprise.

After seeing Sefar leave, Shanai cast a soundproof magic and smiled, "It's not a big deal."

"A new person came last month, and the old man has been yelling at you, saying that you never show up. Now that the new person is here, he can't hold meetings normally." Xia Nai spread her hands.

It has indeed been a long time since he last visited Nemesis, mainly because he has been too busy recently. He is obsessed with spell research and building wizard towers and cannot get away.

"Newcomer?" he asked curiously, "Is there finally a newcomer?"

He had not forgotten that there were still two vacancies in the six-member council.

"Yeah," Shana nodded, then seemed to remember something, her face looked a little strange: "But that new guy is a little special."

"Oh? What's the special method?"

"The other party is a five-year-old girl." Xia Nai said helplessly.

"She didn't know anything after she came. She was so scared when she saw us that she kept crying. She tortured the old man to the point that he almost cried." She covered her mouth and laughed.

"A little kid?" Nemesis frowned. It was unclear whether it was a blessing or a curse that such a divine weapon was obtained by a little kid.

"Yeah, she doesn't know anything except that her name is 'No. 11'. What a poor little girl. Whose parents gave her such a crappy name?" Shana said angrily.

Nemesis shook his head and said, "I see. I will attend tomorrow's meeting. It just so happens that I am very interested in the secret book that Fazi got from the ancient ruins. After so long, their development work should have been completed."

Tomorrow is the 15th of the month, which is also the time when [Between the Thrones] opens every month.
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The next day, when the moon was at its highest point at midnight, Nemesis went to the Throne Room.

In front of the huge throne, four of the six seats were already occupied.

The old man Rajat snorted and said, "I thought you had forgotten about us."

"You promised to rescue me when you had the chance. I gave you the knowledge of magic, but you haven't shown up for a year. If Shana hadn't told me, I would have thought you were dead."

Nemesis sat down carelessly and said nonchalantly, "Do you think everyone is an old immortal like you? I am just an adult dragon. If I want to save you, I will wait until I become a legend."

Rajat's face was wrinkled and he looked bitter like a chrysanthemum. He knew the growth time of a real dragon. It would take at least four to five hundred years for an adult dragon to become a legend!

Nemesis ignored him and instead observed the person on the fifth seat with great interest.

A very young and cute child was sitting on a chair, looking at Nemesis timidly.

Her hair was shaved, leaving only a crew cut, and it was difficult to tell whether she was a male or female. There was a trace of blood on the pale skin next to her temple, where a needle had pierced her.

"You are Number 11? Did you choose this number yourself?" the dragon asked the child curiously.

The little girl glanced at him, lowered her head and whispered, "My father named me No. 11."

Rajat curled his lips and said, "Who is your father? He gave his child such a name. I have never given such names to my apprentices. They are all cannon fodder that I have planned."

The little girl lowered her head even more and cried, "I don't know who my father is. The uncle with the gun calls him Dr. Brenner."

(End of this chapter)