.161, Forced Air Demolition (4)

One Hundred and Sixty-one, Forced Demolition in the Air (4)

"...Okay OK, even if you say it makes sense, it's too dangerous for us inexperienced people to walk on the sea. But is it safe to ride on this dilapidated, unfinished floating city?"

Although he had already believed the old magician around him and the terrible statement that the danger of returning to the Feren continent was too high and almost a lifetime, Morok, a middle-aged magician who was born with a stubborn temper, could not help but want to say a few words.

"...If it is about speed, this floating city is not a special means of transportation, and at most it is different from ordinary sailing ships. If it is about driving skills, a few of us who do not understand navigation also do not understand aviation at all. We can only be said to be a rookie among the rookies. What's worse is that even the control stand is the cheapest simple version, and there may be problems at any time; if it is about self-defense ability... This unfinished floating city is just a flying stone, with no defensive weapons or reconnaissance equipment, so how can we talk about safety?"

Hearing such a complaint, the old magician sighed in disappointment, and then raised his foot and stamped the ground meaningfully.

"...but it can at least fly, right?"

"...Yes, it can fly, but there are also dangers in the sky." Morock nodded slightly to agree, but still insisted on his pessimistic view, "... When a hurricane comes, it can still shake; if there is a fault, it will fall to the ground like a meteorite; if you accidentally identify the wrong direction, it may also hit mountains and plateaus, causing it to pieces... And there are magic spacecraft or flying dragons in the sky, and griffins are active. If you encounter it, there will still be battles..."

"...Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, what you said is all low-altitude conditions. As long as you think of a way to climb to a high altitude, there will be no danger."

The old magician shook his head quickly and decisively denied, "...Moroc, I think you should have learned it in history courses. More than two thousand years ago, when the First Empire of Ancient Naserel was destroyed, three floating cities, Api Astronomy collapsed. Do you know how they escaped by chance?"

"... At that time, the ghost city jumped to the shadow plane, not within the main material world, so it was not affected by the collapse of the magic net. As for the Apiao astronomy network, it was repaired by the second-generation magic goddess Mithra, so it was able to land safely on the ground."

Moroc reached out and scratched his chin, and answered without thinking. Regarding the unprecedented catastrophe that almost completely destroyed the First Empire of Naserier and its brilliant civilization, the new Second Empire of Naserier has always been a key content of patriotism to educate. Anyone who is a magician of Naserier, or even any ordinary person in the Noserier Empire, knows the causes and consequences of this catastrophe in a very detailed way.

"...Yes, although we cannot control this floating city to jump to another plane like the ghost city back then. But we can learn from the other three floating cities that survived the Crack of the Magic Web, so that this unfinished floating city can climb as high as possible..."

The old magician showed a smug smile from the corner of his mouth, temporarily stopped the work of depicting the teleportation magic array, and made a gesture of upward support, "... It rose to the clouds, the cold sky with ever-glorious sunshine and smooth air flow, then whether it was a hurricane, mountains, fortress, bandits, army, or monsters or monsters, we were all thrown by us. It had nothing to do with this journey. Even the greedy and powerful dragon clan could not fly to tens of thousands of feet of thin air and chase a big stone that didn't even have any gold, silver and treasures."

...High-altitude routes...there are such a safe and reliable shortcut?

After listening to the old magician's explanation, Moroc was stunned. Due to this unprecedented novel idea, his mind almost entered a rigid state of incomprehension. "...but, if it rises to such a height... I guess there will be a lot of trouble."

"...Well, indeed, high altitudes like this are very unsuitable for human survival and inhabitation."

The old magician nodded in agreement and continued to work at the same time. "... Although the sun is shining above the clouds, the temperature is extremely low, which can easily cause frostbite. So I used the shrinkage technique and the space ring to bring a lot of military blankets and leather coats, as well as shochu and clear water for cold protection, and food, which is enough for us to eat for two months. In addition, the air is extremely thin, and ordinary people often fail to last long, and they will become coma or even suffocate..."

"...what should I do? The military academy has never said what to do in this situation."

Morock interrupted the other party's statement anxiously, which immediately caused the old magician to roll his eyes unhappily.

"...This kind of problem may be very troublesome for ordinary people, but it should be very simple for us magicians - in the military spell manual, isn't there a spell that allows people to breathe underwater? With a slight change, the subject can keep breathing normally in a high altitude with thin air. As for the specific method of the change, I will write it to you later."

"...Oh, then I'll feel relieved... Uh, wait a moment, I remember that although this water breathing spell can maintain the effect of twenty-four hours, there are sixteen of us in total, but there are only six more decent serious mages. The others only know a few zero-level tricks. But the level of this spell is a little high. If you have to prepare sixteen every day... the spell position seems to be insufficient..."

Moroc was happy at first, but then frowned again.

"...There are not enough spell positions? What are you kidding? There is a Mither energy core connected to a magic network. We can try to extract the energy from it to make a scroll. Even if it is really not possible, there is nothing in the sky anyway. We just slept for sixteen hours a day, so the spell positions that can be memorized can double? "

(According to the dnd rule, after the magician's spells are exhausted, it takes 8 hours of sleep to remember and prepare again.)

Seeing that his companions were so ignorant and his mind could not turn at all, the old magician was so amused and laughed, "...Apart from that, we just need to fly westward in the direction of the sun set. When we probably flew to the empire's borders and entered the sphere of influence of the southern camp, we would land the floating city directly, and then find a station nearby, and then issue a message to the Ministry of National Defense to seek credit for the floating city. After we seized such a valuable spoil, we at least had chips that were enough to be exempted from liability. Well, maybe there would be rewards."

At the same time, the old magician sprinkled the last bit of mitral powder in the center of the magic circle and completed the short-distance precise teleportation array. Then he took out his pocket watch and saw that the time was almost over, then raised his wand and activated the teleportation spell, intending to bring General Robert, who was stranded on the ground to delay their time, and then fly away together.

Indeed, if all the steps can be strictly planned in advance, then the next one will be a safe and easy journey.

But the problem is that the more perfect the paper plan is, the more impossible it is to be implemented perfectly, and the more errors and omissions will be made... These errors and omissions may be insignificant, but may also have catastrophic consequences...

For example, at the moment when the old magician activated the teleportation array, a violent shock like a mountain collapse and cracked, and together with General Robert's roar of anger, he rushed into this dark and stuffy underground secret room.
Chapter completed!