The Master Behind the Scenes Starting from the Twin Cities

"Floating fortress? It's a good idea, but we have too few mages."

Ryan saw the confusion in Darius's eyes, sighed and asked:

"General Darius, how many mages are there in your regiment, and how many hero-level mages are there?"

"Until the moment I came back, there were 91 mages, originally 94. Three of them were noble confidants under Darkwell, who were executed by me. As for the hero-level, there was no one." Darius said like a treasure.

He had a large number of people in his direct regiment, and he even took charge of the offense and defense of the entire northern war.

But after each war, he would personally award honors to each soldier.

Those who survived were given gifts, and those who died were given a grand funeral.

So he knew exactly how many people there were in almost every squad.

"91 people, you should understand that only about 5 of the weakest hero-level mages are enough to match the sum of their magic power." Ryan narrated.

Darius nodded, indicating that he understood.

In his eyes, the gap between mages is much greater than this.

The weakest mage in his regiment can only release a water ball, which is almost useless.

And the mage leader under his command can release fire rain in the severe cold climate of Freljord with all his strength. Although the power is weak, it is not weak at the same level.

"The design of the floating castle is to treat it as a whole magic item, engrave runes on it, so that magic power can spread throughout the castle. The rune array integrates attack, defense, levitation, teleportation, and movement."

Of course, in Sindra's original idea, she wanted to use the huge magic power to directly support the castle to fly.

But in his opinion, this is simply a waste of magic power.

"The current floating castle is just a semi-finished product, with 412 runes of various types and 78 non-repeating runes."

Ryan said a set of data, and then went on to explain:

"Each rune engraving requires the full mana of a hero-level wizard. Mana can be restored, but according to the most estimated, it will take General Darius's soldiers a year to finish engraving these runes. This is just mana, not the mastery of runes. Only by mastering the runes can they be engraved in place."

"What about the running consumption?" Darius asked.

He did not give up the idea in his mind. The Freljord people more or less have some mana.

It may not work if they build it, but if it is built by the Empire, whether they can use it is the key.

"It's not just consumption, but it requires the perception of runes." Sindra said coldly.

If it is just mana consumption, it will probably only take 5 hero-level wizards to maintain daily lift-off.

But to maintain the operation of runes, you must first understand the runes well.

Even now, she can't open the entire rune array. Some of the parts can only be controlled by Ryan. Just like after Ryan arrived, the castle spire radiated aqua blue light.

"The current technology needs to be improved, it is just primitive application. But if we study it in the future, it should be popularized throughout the empire, which takes time." Ryan said.

Although the operation of the floating castle currently relies on runes, it is more dependent on huge magic consumption.

If he and Sindra can understand most of the runes, they can compile a more effective and universal rune arrangement method, which can greatly reduce consumption and enhance power.

It can only be said that the time left for him is too short.

Five years have passed since the Battle of Presidium. Thanks to the "Storm Gathering" rune, he has several times more magic power than before.

The more magic power, the more runes can be connected in a spell, and the more powerful the magic will be.

But he can now clearly feel that in a more powerful field, the way magic works is completely different.

It's like ascending to heaven, the same attack, the same magic power, but the essence is different.

Magic power can only increase endurance in the future, and he still needs a way to ascend to achieve qualitative change.

"Everything, for the Empire!"

After discussing some trivial matters, Swain's serious and solemn words put an end to this meeting.

Except for the Darius brothers, the rest disappeared on the spot in various ways.

"Darius, do you think it's too late for me to switch to magic?" Draven's eyes were full of envy.

Magic seems to be much more useful than their axes.

It can disappear in a flash, and it can also float the castle.

When he becomes a mage, he will float the arena and give every victorious gladiator a glorious title:

Saint Seiya of the Sky!

"Instead of thinking about it, it's better to kill a few more people for the Empire. Every talent has its place."

Darius glanced at him, picked up the axe and walked out.

He remembered that some rituals in Freljord could give people magic.

No mistakes, just go to the 6-9 book forum!

Perhaps, it's worth a try!

At night, the Immortal Fortress is brightly lit.

Crows fly on the streets where the nobles live, cawing and lingering in the night sky with their wings spread. They seem to be patrolling, or confirming something.

Trifari's soldiers hold various weapons and guard various important places faithfully to prevent unrest at night.

The front hall of the old house of Zaafan.

"Should we be loyal to them, Lady Faceless."

The extremely charming voice sounded from the darkness, and a perfect body without any flaws was looming in the moonlight.

In the dark mansion, a cluster of fire suddenly lit up, illuminating Leblanc's pale face.

She said calmly to the figure in front of her with a very good figure and beautiful appearance:

"Elise, we have the same goal as them. And the black rose always blooms in the dark."

"Tomorrow there will be a feast of crows around here, and the blood will be woven into a huge spider web to devour all the disobedient people of Trifari."

Elise's charming red lips curved upwards, allowing a spider to crawl on her slender white fingertips.

"What do you think, Elise? Do you want to appear in the parliament tomorrow, or help me go to Shadow Island again?"

Leblanc had an elegant smile on her face, waiting for the other party's answer in an inquiring tone.

This is a choice, but she doesn't care which side the other party will choose.

"Maybe the spider web of the Trifaree Council will no longer bind me, and I will consider leaving myself a way out. Tell me, what is my goal?"

"Any magical item related to the soul, it doesn't matter what it is. I will arrange a ship to go there tomorrow morning, and your voyage will be smooth." Leblanc's voice became illusory.

"Yes. It doesn't matter."

Iris sighed softly, and the only candlelight in the room went out.

Her figure disappeared into the darkness again, and her voice became faint, even silent.