Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 211 The Giszelai

'What a coincidence?' Anser was quite exasperated.

Is my business plan going to fail right at the start?

He gestured for everyone to be quiet, slowed his pace, and went up to the third floor, hiding behind the wall to look outside.

The streets were a mess, people were running for their lives in a chaotic state.

At the street corner, a group of humanoid creatures with sallow skin, dark spots on their faces, and dressed in cloth were fighting. Their enemies were a group of professionals and several brain-eating monsters.

'Gishzerai Monks?' Anser was somewhat surprised. 'Are they hunting Mind Flayers and Mind Flayers?'

These Jis people generally fight unarmed, move nimbly and gracefully, and have a strong "qi" (energy) surrounding their palms or bodies.

Anser's building was quite tall. He scanned the surrounding area and discovered that the battle was not taking place in this location. The turmoil had spread to half of the central city district, and the lower city in the distance was also in chaos.

Due to the angle, much of the fighting was not visible, but the chaotic streets and panicked crowds indicated the scale of the chaos.

A fragrant aroma wafted over, and Elise moved closer to him, her brows furrowing slightly: "Mind Flayers here too?"

"That seems to be the case so far." Anser had seen a Nautilus-type destroyer in the dock area; such magical ships are generally only possessed by Mind Flayers.

"Who are those people?" Quentin whispered, pointing to the street corner.

“The Githzerai, a branch of the Githians, are mortal enemies of the Mind Flayers…” Anser explained.

The Geese were once slaves of the Mind Flayers, and through this, they gained access to psychic powers. Later, under the leadership of a great leader, the Geese overthrew the Mind Flayers' enslavement, and their race was named after that leader, "Geese."

Afterwards, the Gis people turned against each other due to blood feuds, ambitions, and conspiracies between their respective leaders, splitting into two factions and regarding each other as enemies.

The warlike Gith Yankees have carved out a territory in the Astral Plane and are constantly plundering the magic and wealth of various worlds in the multiverse. Their alignment is primarily Lawful Evil.

The Giszerai believe that the path to advanced civilization lies in seclusion and asceticism. Their devout faith in the power of order enables them to tame chaotic elements for their own use, and they are even able to carve out an impenetrable fortress in the Chaos Sea plane.

Most Githzerai are of the Lawful Neutral alignment and frequently send warriors to various planes to hunt Mind Flayers. They can occasionally be encountered on the continent of Faerûn. They call themselves the "Girakama Gang," meaning Mind Flayer hunting squad.

"Should we join the war?" Lin Qiancheng asked, taking out his magic wand with a worried look in his eyes.

He only knew about Blayan City from the documents and had no idea about its strength.

“We’re running out of time, let’s go.” Anser waved and went downstairs first.

If the return magic circle dissipates, he will only be able to return to Drag in the Dragonfly Ship, which would be terrible.

Moreover, he did not believe that Blayan City would be captured by the Mind Flayers.

According to the halfling Osborne, the royal family is very powerful, there are many strong local professionals, and with the help of the Giszelai, the Mind Flayers are more likely to be defeated.

The group passed through the portal one by one, and the scene changed, revealing a familiar teleportation hall. They exchanged glances, all seeing the relief in each other's eyes.

The pressure from mind flayers is immense.

Anser placed his hand on the teleportation array, directly disabling the teleportation access from Blayan City to White Stone Island, just in case.

"Hold this place safe and bring White Stone Island under our control as soon as possible. I'll try to come here every day, though the time won't be fixed..."

"it is good……"

Anser gave a few instructions, then teleported back to Jacquelineburg with Elise and Macaria.

As the portal closed, the teleportation array on the ground gradually faded away, leaving only a faint trace.

"From now on, I will cast a teleportation array here once a day. It should take about a year to form a stable teleportation channel." He stamped his foot, feeling that this time was a bit long. Perhaps casting it multiple times could speed up the process, but the teleportation array consumed a lot of energy, and he could only cast it a dozen or so times a day.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he looked at the female Typhoon: "Macaria, go back and think it over carefully. I'll wait for your news."

"Ah, okay." Macaria was a little absent-minded; the amount of information she had received in the past hour was quite overwhelming, and she hadn't quite recovered yet.

She bowed slightly and left the castle step by step, led by the waiter, her gaze wandering and her thoughts racing.

She was born in a small tribe called Tiflin in the green fields. The tribe was small, the living conditions were harsh, and the survival was precarious. There were countless Tiflin tribes like this.

Often, the Typhoons are not as popular as the Dragonborn. They suffer all kinds of malice from the human world and can only stick together for warmth.

In order to earn resources for survival, the tribe formed a mercenary group. Most of the commissions earned from missions were used to buy food and supplies, which allowed the tribe to continue.

Unfortunately, after only a few years of good times, Faerûn fell into chaos again.

'What should I do?' With the survival of the tribe at stake, she, who was usually decisive, was at a loss.

Her father told her from a young age that humans are greedy and untrustworthy, and that she should always be careful and have a way out.

This time is different. Once the decision is made, the fate of the tribe will be in the hands of others.

As night deepened, her lonely figure gradually disappeared.
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Anser didn't think that much about it. He didn't necessarily need the Philo Mercenary Group. It was just that they had cooperated once before, and he felt that the other party was more reliable.

With his abilities and resources, he could easily recruit more professionals.

However, blind expansion is not advisable, and team stability is equally important.

As dusk fell, the Jacqueline Castle restaurant was brightly lit, and the tables were laden with a sumptuous feast, mostly meat dishes.

In recent days, many wild animals have emerged from the Sharp Tooth Forest, seriously threatening the safety of surrounding villages. The Durag Federation has issued several clearing and hunting missions, which have somewhat curbed this trend.

Then, the rising meat prices were brought down again.

“Something’s definitely going on in the Sharp Tooth Forest. I’ll go check it out tomorrow morning.” Anser was worried that the beasts or monsters from the Sharp Tooth Forest might attack Durag, so he had to prepare in advance and find out what was going on.

If a disaster were to occur, we would be in a very passive position.

“I’ll go with you. The Dragon Guard might not have left yet.” Elise has a flying carpet, and her flying speed is no less than that of a dragon.

“Okay.” Anser did need a helper. With the two of them working together, fighting a dozen or so dragons shouldn’t be a problem.

If we can take down a few, that will be a huge gain of experience.

He now felt a sense of urgency. Feren was becoming increasingly chaotic, and even space was unstable. Therefore, he decided to take the initiative and not easily let go of any opportunity to safely gain experience.

The current goal is to upgrade as quickly as possible; the development of power and territory should be postponed.

The two chatted and ate, while Grandma Elise and the housekeeper listened with smiles on their faces.

During the days Anser was missing, the atmosphere in Jacqueline Castle was visibly oppressive, and Elise didn't even have a proper meal.

Fortunately, everything is back on track.

After finishing his meal, Anser picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth and casually said, "I'm going back to Hollevin tonight."

Elise paused, raised an eyebrow, and stared at him suspiciously: "You're going to Rock City?"

"Uh, I'll go check the situation." Anser hadn't expected her to be so perceptive, seeing through his scheme at a glance.

(End of this chapter)