Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 204 The Hardworking Trio in the Sewer
The seventh-ring enchantment spell [Nightmare Symphony] is exactly what Nemesis uses to torture the shamans.

Those noisy symphonies and annoying and low-quality singing will entangle the recipient like maggots on the tarsal bones.

This spell is extremely fatal to the spellcaster, because without eight hours of adequate rest, the spellcaster cannot restore the spell slots consumed the previous day.

If they don't find a way to lift the curse, they will become neurotic lunatics who are powerless.

However, it is very difficult to remove [Symphony of Nightmares]. [Remove Curse] can remove it, but the caster level of the person who casts the remove curse must be higher than the caster of the curse.

This alone makes the curse extremely difficult to lift. Don't forget that the Nemesis profession has now reached level 14. With the blessing of the scepter and the Ioun Stone, the power of the spell is equivalent to that cast by a level 20 wizard.

In order to lift the curse, the resurrected great shaman must at least reach the legendary level, and this does not take into account the results of the enhancement of the power gem.

Even if he really reached the legendary level, the curse strengthened by the power gem would no longer be lifted by [Remove Curse].

In Nemesis's estimation, if he wanted to forcibly expel the curse cast by himself before the spell's effect naturally ended, he would probably need at least a spell of the level of [Prayer] or the Nine-Ring Divine Spell [Miracle] to be effective.

The scroll dragon transformed into a human form took the small skull statue in front of it and played with it. This was the magical tool required to perform [Nightmare Symphony]. He pried open the mouth of the skull, revealing twenty clay figurines stuffed inside.

"Let you guys rest for a while. How can you be happy if you suddenly die?"

Nemesis showed an evil smile, took out the little figures one by one and placed them on the table.

At this time, the shamans in the city who had been tortured all night found that they could finally sleep peacefully. Excited, they immediately lay down on the bed and began to snore within seconds.
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Playing flutes, beating drums, marching, and forming battle formations.

After resting in the camp for a night, Guerrero woke up the next day and saw how the army from the most powerful empire in the Sword Coast of Faerun was training.

The knights gathered outside the camp, and the marching flutes were blown by the sentries. The spear corps began to deploy to both sides, divided into battalions of 1,000 men, each battalion had five squads of 200 men, a total of four battalions and fifteen squads.

In addition, there are infantry guards holding long swords. They are lined up behind the knights holding huge shields and spears. Their number is also around 4,000, divided into four battalions and fifteen teams.

The last row was composed of 1,500 archers, divided into three teams.

The Golden Legion's military hierarchy is strict and its divisions are detailed. Under the leadership of the deputy commander, they carry out their tasks in an orderly manner.

"Hi hi hi hi!"

The spearmen lined up shoulder to shoulder in a dense formation, gathering into a neat square. The front row soldier pointed his spear diagonally, and then the back row soldier raised his spear with his hand reversed and placed it on the shoulder of the front row soldier, and then moved back one by one.

With each thrust of the spear the knights gave a regular shout.

These training methods were really eye-opening for natives like Guerrero. He didn't understand what the other side was doing, but his warrior intuition told him that this formation would be very useful on the battlefield.

Guerrero had loved marching and fighting games since he was a child. In fact, all children born in a militaristic society like the city of Tuzuala loved marching and fighting games. He looked at everything in front of him and thought it would be great if he could stay.

He can learn the military knowledge of these alien people, and then take it back to teach the generals, and the military strength of their Niksalan people will be further improved.

Guerrero had already seen that compared to the Niksalan army in the city, this alien army was much stronger. Whether it was the spirit of these soldiers or their equipment, they were far superior to Duzula, who had suffered from years of war.

If my people can have such an army, what is the kingdom?

Guerrero sighed. At this moment, he deeply felt the gap between the people from the alien continent and them.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

A voice suddenly came from behind Guerrero. He turned around and found a silver-haired man he had never seen before.

He looked at the man's handsome face like a sculpture and his dark purple pupils, and felt a sense of familiarity.

Nemesis looked at the soldiers' uniform movements like a black tide with admiration in his eyes. This kind of parade-style training was indeed pleasing to the eye.

Perhaps sensing the approach of a humanoid dragon, the deputy commander's voice became even more hoarse, and the soldiers' movements became more forceful.

"The society of the aliens is indeed much more advanced than yours," Nemesis glanced at Guerrero who was staring blankly at the army, and smiled, "If the Niksalans can coexist peacefully with the Golden Legion in the future, people like you are the most suitable to come to the military academy run by the aliens to study."

"College? What's that?" Guerrero repeated the two words with some effort, with confusion in his eyes.

Nemesis patiently explained: "The academy is a place that can teach you all kinds of knowledge. In the military academy, you can learn all kinds of tricks to lead the army, various commonly used tactics on the battlefield, and so on."

"Is there such a place?" Guerrero's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed again. If he put himself in their shoes, if there really was such a good place, the general would not let the aliens in. These aliens would probably be the same. "Of course, the Golden Legion has already established the Central Academy of Heimport in the Payite area and allowed the Payite people to study there. I think the Niksalans should also have a chance in the future."

Guerrero's heart was shocked and a hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes. If this was true, he also wanted to go!
Nemesis looked at the boy and raised his lips, taking the bait.

"Of course, it's not that easy to get into the academy. If you want to get in, it's very unlikely that someone like you will be able to get in." Nemesis looked at him and shook his head with some regret.

Guerrero asked anxiously, "Why? How can we get in?"

Nemesis looked at him with a complicated expression and said, "You are General Duzulla's confidant and a high-ranking officer among the Niksalans. The Golden Legion will not accept you with such a sensitive identity."

He was not lying. The reason why the Paites could enter the Central Academy of Heimport at will was simply because the entire Paite tribe was defeated by the Golden Legion, their heretical beliefs were all eradicated, and those who refused to believe in the three gods of Heimport were turned into slaves. The rest were loyal people. Although they were still discriminated against sometimes, their lives were no different from those of normal Sword Coast people.

But the Niksalans are different. Alliance and vassalage are different. Even if the Golden Legion opens the doors of the academy to the Niksalans in the future, they will probably only accept some insignificant talented civilians. They will not teach the real good things to a race like the Niksalans who pose a great threat.

Compared to the art-loving and peace-loving Paites, the warlike and cruel Niksarans were not trusted by the legion's top brass from the very beginning.

"But." Nemesis raised his lips and said gently, "As long as you leave your important military position and become a citizen of the City of Thousand Laws, I can help you get into the Central Academy easily."

"The City of a Thousand Laws? What is that?" Guerrero asked in confusion.

"It's my territory."

Guerrero took a deep look at the man in front of him. No matter how stupid he was, he could tell from the man's tone, pupils, and various clues that the man was the huge unknown creature.

Dragon? Yesterday was the first time he heard the name of this creature.

"I need to think about it."

Leaving the army would mean betraying the general's trust, which he couldn't do. However, if he could learn more important knowledge for the Niksarans, he believed the general would understand.

Faced with this dilemma, Guerrero hesitated rarely.

"Of course, take your time to think about it." After saying that, Nemesis left with satisfaction.
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Duzulla City, sewer.

As a city that has been passed down for thousands of years, Duzulla has a very long history. Therefore, even though most Niksarans are still in the tribal era, Duzulla already has the luxury of having a complete sewer system.

This news is good news for Sefar and others.

With the existence of sewers, the ritual of engraving [Harmonious Green Land] will become more obscure and safer.

"Ugh, damn it, the duration of [Endurance Environment] has expired again, it stinks."

Shana covered her nose and looked like she wanted to vomit. Under her feet was a long sewage river with all kinds of garbage and excrement floating on it. The stench in the air arrogantly showed her status here.

A first-level protective spell - [Endure the Environment]!
Shana quickly cast another spell for herself, and the stench disappeared. However, she knew that the stench did not disappear, but because her body had become accustomed to the stench under the effect of the spell, so she could no longer smell it.

Sefar, who was carving runes on the wall with a whetstone knife, shook his head and said, "Shanai, look at Amaya, a child can endure more than you."

Shana looked at Amaya who was still trying to carve runes on the wall on tiptoe. She felt a little embarrassed and blushed as she picked up the knife and started carving hard.

This kind of life has lasted for half a month. Shana and the other two have been hiding here, carving the runes needed for the ceremony in the interconnected sewers according to the map given by the general.

The city of Duzulla is not very big, but the task of engraving runes can only be done by the three of them who have knowledge of runes. The environment in the sewer is harsh, and it took them so long to complete only three-quarters of the area.

"Be patient. After we finish today, we will only have the temple area left." Sefar sighed.

It's not easy for him either. He is old and his beard is white. He has fallen to the point of carving runes in the sewers.

Damn Boris, if there is not enough reward, he will turn against me!

Shana didn't relax when she heard this. There was a reason why they put the temple area at the end. There could be some hidden defenses under the pyramid.

Fortunately, the temple area is the center, so it does not need too many runes to be engraved. It only needs a simple, smaller version of the magic circle, and then insert the [Manifestation of the Harvest] into it.

(End of this chapter)