Mage? Spell Engineer!

5 hours after the first wave of earthquakes.

A huge ring hovered in the sky. It was getting late at this time, and what people saw were the circularly distributed light spots under the aurora.

Later, the portal of the ladder system flashed twice, and the two remaining starships of the dwarves returned to their broken home and began to search and transfer the surviving compatriots.

Fortunately, in recent years, monsters catalyzed by Mother Earth's pollution have become increasingly active in underground caves and mines. The mining of dwarves has slowed down, and most residents of other "resource-based cities" that are not administrative centers or economic centers have migrated.

They either go to the port cities on the coast of the Confederacy, where most of the buildings are on the ground and are far away from the earthquake source, so they are less affected; or they go to other planes to participate in mining activities.

The environment of the fire elemental plane is harsh, but they still established a small semi-permanent outpost and smelting plant. Many metallurgists worked here and escaped the earthquake.

There are also a group of people who are implementing the Confederacy's big plan - trying to build a ship manufacturing plant in the star realm. Because the dwarves' shield technology is not very good, this is a cooperative project with humans. In any case, these robots also escaped.

In short, the main city of the Confederacy was the most severely affected, with the most casualties and the most survivors. In addition to the four behemoths that could only glide along the ground, there were countless airships traveling between the wreckage of the city and the border count of Dalberg, transferring people and important items.

Most of these airships do not belong to the dwarves, but have flown all the way from Istani to supply supplies in the northern border of the empire. The reward is four starships loaded with precious minerals. Now they are scattered on the snow near the main city. inside.

Singarev put on a miner's hat for the first time in a long time - not to dig mines, but to dig people. He found that the woody root system that grew among the ruins was magical. Wherever it grew densely, there were often fellow creatures trapped nearby waiting for him to dig out.

"Oh, Mr. White Dragon, you are such a good dragon. You are willing to help me rescue." Zinglev did not forget to thank his rescue partner. Now White Dragon still acts like an elf, but he can cast spells and has extraordinary strength. , you don’t need a miner’s hat for lighting to see clearly in the dark.

"Nothing, who said we are friends? But I am very interested in your other friends. When will you introduce them to me?" For example, that young man who can make other archmages obediently

Bailong sadly discovered that the perverted Istani guy had already set his sights on him and probably planned to turn him into a collection. But now he can still move freely for the sake of his friends. The dignified dragon clan has fallen here!

"Okay. Today you met Uncle Rorschach. He and I ran from the imperial capital to Valuana a few years ago. At that time, he was still a junior mage."

"A few years ago? Junior mage?" This stupid sweet potato must have remembered or said it wrong, or maybe the spell caster didn't show his true strength at that time. As for appearance, he is no longer a dragon with a dragon body and a dragon head. In the magical world, one can never judge a person by his appearance.

"Yeah." Zinglev didn't know Bailong's psychological activities, so he still recalled while turning over the broken bricks: "When I saw him in Istani again, Uncle Rorschach was almost as powerful as he is now. Yes. , not long after we met."

Singarev recalled what happened in the Shadow Land, and Bai Long became more and more surprised. From this fool's account, he was sure that at least four gods and their divine choices were present. Judging from the timeline, it also led to the fall of the Istani royal family.

The elders of the White Dragon had guessed before being made into a specimen that the queen of Istani had been in power for hundreds of years, and there was a powerful ritual that distorted the nation's perception and was hidden from other countries on the continent.

Dragons can feel the existence of ritual magic, but they cannot confirm it and have no time to prove it-either hide it away or turn it into collections, spellcasting materials and luxury raw materials.

The dwarves and the Rorschach must have destroyed the foundation of the ritual intentionally or unintentionally. After all, the entire Storm City and Shadow City were destroyed.

I said why the kingdom exploded, and you did a great job!

The dwarf's mouth was dry as he spoke, but he continued to dig and talk: "Oh, I often meet Uncle Rorschach, but there has been no news about the little elf girl who joined the guard together."

Singlev turned to stare at Bailong: "You are more handsome than you are now."

"You are talking nonsense, my friend." The pride of the dragon clan made Bailong disdain to compete with the elves in beauty, and he was not convinced by being said to be incomparable.

Singletary was a little angry: "When did I say such nonsense? When the time comes, ask Uncle Rorschach if Miss Hill is very pretty!"

"Hill?" Bailong's expression changed again: "The skin is very white and the hair is light blond?"

This time it was Singletary's turn to be confused: "Have you seen it?"

No, but Bailong is 90% sure that he is the descendant of Sylvanos! What variety are your sweet potato eggs? The types of friends are so rich in race and background!

He suddenly felt that as a friend of Singarev, he did not lose the dignity of the dragon clan, and he worked even harder when helping to dig out the ruins.

Hoo-ho-ho

When they lifted up a steel plate, gasping sounds could be heard from the cracks in the debris below.

Singarev immediately concentrated and held his breath, stopped talking, and became a little more careful with the movements of his hands.

The gap they opened became wider and wider, and a rich smell of blood spewed out from inside.

"Hey, are you okay?" Zinglev was a little uneasy. He wanted to expand the gap to see what was going on inside, but what he got in response was a friction and commotion.

The white dragon frowned, quietly put down his shovel, and condensed a tiny electric current in his hand.

Ha——!

His eyes were cloudy and blood red, his gray skin was full of ulcers and blue veins, and his mouth opened and closed, biting madly. The headlamp on Singrev's miner's hat illuminated the terrible dirt. It was trapped inside, otherwise it would have bitten him.

A thunderbolt poured in, and the white and blue lightning struck down, making the monsters motionless, but they were all around them.

"Let's go, let's go." The white dragon grabbed Singrev and retreated: "They are all zombies."

The white dragon was not afraid of these low-level undead creatures, he was worried about the transformation speed - the longest death time of these dwarves would not exceed half a day, so fast corpse transformation shows the danger and weirdness in the ruins.

Not only them, other teams have successively given up the subsequent rescue, because the ruins of the tunnel have been completely occupied by the transformed zombies.

Rorschach didn't know this. He had already approached the pole, and a most powerful zombie was waiting for him.

With the help of the Tree of Law, he issued an order to the Star Gate: "Deploy three 'Rudaro'. No, launch one."