After learning all this, Solam finally began to feel anxious.
Although Solam had known that the Kingdom of Silverymoon was in danger, he had always felt that, given the kingdom's strength, it should not truly be on the verge of destruction. After all, in the North, the Kingdom of Silverymoon was unquestionably the dominant power.
Leaving aside everything else, the Kingdom of Silverymoon's organized covens alone were enough to make every power in the North understand the terror of spellcasters. There were nearly three hundred officially registered witches in Silverymoon's covens!
And those considered officially registered were spellcasters of at least level eight!
It could not be helped—who had made the queen of the Kingdom of Silverymoon Queen Laeral Silverhand? Not only was she the Goddess of Magic's sole Chosen in the mortal world, she was also the idol of all female spellcasters, naturally attracting many of them.
And that was only the covens. Although the Kingdom of Silverymoon had not formally organized its other spellcasters, there were absolutely more than three hundred of them. No matter what, male spellcasters outnumbered female ones.
That meant Silverymoon alone had at least eight hundred spellcasters! And that did not even include the magical advisers retained by the various nobles.
How could a Kingdom of Silverymoon with such power possibly fall so easily?
Yet everything Solam saw now showed that the Kingdom of Silverymoon had reached its most perilous moment.
Thinking of this, Solam hesitated no longer. He directly summoned the half-blood Fang Dragon, had everyone mount it, abandoned the ship, and flew straight toward Silverymoon!
"Harris, how was it? Did you find anything?" In an unnamed small valley more than forty kilometers southwest of Silverymoon, Solam questioned the orc Harris, who had just returned from outside.
Harris first grabbed a waterskin