Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 20: The War Begins

Amidst laughter and conversation, the group arrived at the room marked with the number 28. Blatt unlocked the door, and the group went inside and looked around, all showing satisfied expressions.

The room is over 30 square meters, fairly clean, and doesn't have a strong odor. It has two large beds, a table and chairs, and a washroom in the corner. There is no flush toilet, but there is a faucet and a drain, so you can wash manually.

Anser nodded, relatively satisfied.

Considering the living environment and safety, five silver coins are indeed not expensive.

He stepped into the washroom, where a small, cracked mirror reflected a face full of charm. His gray hair shimmered with silver, and his skin, which resembled dragon scales, exuded a faint metallic sheen.

'Is this me?' He had come all this way in such a hurry that this was the first time he had seen his own face.

'No wonder Rand didn't recognize me; I have a resemblance to the original owner, but I'm completely different from before.'

He is tall and has long legs, a straight and well-proportioned face, and relatively three-dimensional facial features, but the combination is gentle and gives people an indescribable sense of intimacy. His black eyes are dark and deep, full of mystery, and have a magical attraction.

The word "charm" has become a reality at this moment!

Anser was secretly surprised: 'The change in the Lord's charm is so significant.'

After admiring himself for a while, he returned to his room.

Blatt was taking stock of the spoils he had obtained through "intimidation" earlier; this was the squad's first battle since its formation.

One decent chainmail, one robe, three low-quality gems, 37 gold coins, 41 silver coins, and over 100 copper coins.

"That's a bit too little," he said, somewhat dissatisfied.

“It’s already pretty good.” Anser was speechless. The disaster came suddenly, and it was good enough to survive. How many people could bring all their belongings with them?

“You’re in charge of the money,” Blatt said seriously. “Now that we’re a team, we need to set rules. We can’t distribute the spoils based on emotions.”

"What are your thoughts?" Anser didn't understand these things, and the original owner of this body hadn't experienced them either.

Finn sat down silently, pricking up his ears to listen. He had lived in the wilderness and had no idea about this.

Blatt pondered for a moment and said, "Each team has different rules, and many factors influence this..."

Generally speaking, loot is distributed according to contribution, with intelligence, experience, combat ability, and help to the team being important factors.

Mages who possess numerous spells and can resolve various predicaments generally do not join adventurer groups, but if they do join, they will inevitably have some privileges because they have a wide range of ways to solve problems.

After discussing for a long time, the group finally decided that Captain Ansena would receive half of the spoils from the adventure, while Blatt and the other two would split the remainder equally, and the team would bear the costs incurred during the adventure.

The loot obtained in actual adventures and battles will be adjusted according to each person's contribution.

Anser pulled over the scale armor robe, pointed his staff, and with a short incantation, the bloodstains and dirt on the robe vanished instantly, making it look brand new.

These are magic tricks that can create sensory effects, play with fire, clean, soil, create magical marks, and create objects. The effects are not strong, but they are very practical.

“The scale armor robe is yours, 20% of the market price, let’s say 40 gold coins. Put it on the tab for now, and you can pay the difference when you have the money. The rest of the money will be used to purchase supplies, and we won’t distribute it for now, how about that?” Anser suggested.

"Okay..." Neither of them had any objections, which was the usual practice.

The core of spoils distribution is "pre-battle agreement among all personnel" and "immediate settlement after the battle." If it is unclear, serious problems will inevitably arise sooner or later.

After the assignments were completed, Anser lay down on the bed and relaxed. A wave of fatigue washed over him; the battle at the bridgehead had indeed taken its toll.

"Take a one-hour break."

"it is good……"

Anser casually brought up the character panel. His magic power was less than half, but his experience was 827/900. He was about to level up.

'Initial upgrades are fast.'

He closed his eyes and entered into meditation.
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They said they needed to rest for an hour, but it took nearly two hours for them to wake up one after another. Although the previous battle was brief, everyone was quite exhausted.

Anser rubbed his head, feeling that the magic around him seemed even more chaotic.

Having gained "magic control," his perception of magic became increasingly acute, and he was certain it wasn't an illusion. 'Hmm, strange.'

He took out his pocket watch; the hands had just passed four o'clock, but it was as dark as dusk outside the window.

"It's a bit stuffy, it might rain."

He had barely finished speaking when a flash of white light appeared outside the window, followed by a deafening roar of thunder overhead.

Blatt was silent for a moment, then sighed, "I wonder how many people will die."

Tens of thousands of people were crammed into a city that originally had only a few thousand inhabitants. They lacked food, water, and shelter. When the rainstorm came, how could the weak withstand it?

Anser understood his feelings. In his previous life, when his country suffered a massive earthquake, he couldn't help but burst into tears just watching the videos. Despite his sharp tongue in online arguments, how could he not empathize when his compatriots were in distress?

However, this is another world. Although he inherited the original owner's fragmented memories, he finds it difficult to regard others as his own people. Moreover, Baldur's Gate is home to a diverse mix of races, including not only humans but also half-elves, dwarves, halflings, and dragonborn...

He shook his head, no longer thinking about it: "Let's go buy some supplies and get rid of these things while we're at it."

He kicked the bundle, which was mostly filled with heavy weapons and equipment. Blatt had suffered quite a bit carrying it all the way here; he should have borrowed a cart from the old priest.

"Let's go, let's go, maybe we'll find something good." Blatt immediately became interested.

This isn't just idle talk. Anser had discussed it with him. When the magic network was in disarray and natural disasters struck, the wealthiest spellcasters lost most of their spellcasting abilities. Whether by choice or necessity, some of their valuable items would inevitably leak out.

"Take all your valuables with you; the room isn't safe," Blatt warned. "Take the 'compensation guarantee' with a grain of salt. It only applies if the thief is caught; otherwise, there's no compensation. But most people wouldn't dare steal here."

"understand."

The group locked the door, carried their belongings downstairs, and had just stepped into the guild hall when a piercing alarm blared throughout half the city.

"Fighting has broken out! Fighting has broken out! The subterranean creatures are attacking Flame Fist Fortress..."

The hall suddenly erupted in chaos as adventurers rushed out.

Anser frowned, feeling something was amiss. The north was a smooth road; why would the gray dwarves bother to force their way into Flamefist Fortress?

The group walked out of the hall. The main road was extremely crowded. It wasn't far from the Flying Dragon Bridge, but it was located to the south of the towering fortress, so they couldn't see the battle situation to the north at all.

“Let your animal friends go and see,” Anser patted Finn’s arm.

"Ah."

Finn's eyes were vacant. He immediately contacted Grayhawk and ordered it to go and check the situation.

The Ranger's Beastmaster subclass can summon a primordial beast, which can be an earth beast, a sea beast, or a sky beast. This beast bears the imprint of primordial power and its strength is far beyond that of ordinary beasts.

The original beast can be resurrected by its owner after it dies, or another one can be summoned.

Finn's Grey Hawk has the ability to fly and has dark vision, making it very useful for daytime reconnaissance, but it usually flies quite high to avoid being targeted by creatures like mosquito bats.

“The city and the bridge are full of underground creatures, thousands, maybe tens of thousands. There are no siege weapons, so the battle is not intense…” Finn described intermittently, his voice tinged with shock.

"They came up so quickly?" Anser's heart skipped a beat. The Underdark was connected to the human world, but it was not an easy thing for a large number of people to come up.

"Didn't you say that the Underdark is resource-poor? How can it support so many creatures?" Blatt asked, puzzled.

“The upper levels of the Underdark are alright, with underground rivers, fungi, moss, and various animals.” Anser’s expression shifted. “However, the number is indeed a bit too much, unless… we are prepared in advance.”

“The breach in the Chongsa River has been plugged, and it’s guarded by subterranean creatures,” Finn added.

"As expected."

The Chongsa River flows directly to the sea, and even the Darklands, with its multi-layered structure, cannot withstand the flooding. If the water continues to flow, the city of the Grey Dwarves may collapse on a large scale.

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