The wizard starts by trimming the donkey's hooves

"About the Ancestral Dragon, Lord Renn, do you know anything about it?" Olena reported here, paused, and looked at Renn.

"Your Excellency Olena, please introduce the Ancestral Dragon."

Although before, after Ren saw the red dragon of the 'Red Queen' Menia, he checked and had a rough understanding of the books on dragons in the Dragon Empire.

But as for the Archosaur, the books only briefly mention it without much description.

On the other hand, the five-color dragons of the empire are introduced more clearly in the book, which are divided into red dragons, green dragons, yellow dragons, blue dragons and black dragons.

"Okay, Sir Ren, the Archosaur is completely different from the five-color dragon that our Dragon Empire is proud of. Logically speaking, the Archosaur should have disappeared in the vast river of history."

"But I don't know why, from time to time, in a few remote places, these remaining archosaurs are occasionally found, just like this archosaur named Coracius."

"Corasius, like other archosaurs, is violent in nature. Although the archosaur basically does not have any natural abilities, it has extremely strong close combat capabilities. Moreover, according to intelligence, the spy saw this archosaur with his own eyes. It is said to be several times larger than its Archosaur cousins.”

"So, I judge that once the barbarian tribe, which is also good at hand-to-hand combat, encounters this ancestral dragon Corasius, there is a high probability that it will suffer a big loss."

"Your Excellency Olena, I want to go to the Wind Tundra." At this time, Ren suddenly said.

Olena's introduction about the Archosaur just now made Ren decide to go to the Howling Tundra as soon as possible.

Although there has been no news from Lagret during this period, something may have happened, but you will only know if you go there.

Ren's words made Olena jump in shock.

"What?!"

"Your Excellency Ren, do you want to go there in person?" Olena's beautiful eyes widened and she asked in shock.

You must know that after Renne killed Agnes, the Rotten Dragon, his reputation in the Munster Province has reached a higher level. With Renne in Munster, Olena feels much safer.

"Well, there is a friend over there, and I need to go there. By the way, if you ride a flying mount, how long will it take to reach the Howling Tundra?"

"Well, this is more troublesome. Although you have a flying mount, you can fly directly to the Howling Tundra."

"But the problem is that there are several dangerous places in the northern part of the empire, such as the Thunder Mountains. There are rare thunderstorm elements there, which will launch thunder and lightning attacks on all creatures flying near them. Even the Imperial Dragon Knights must avoid its sharp edges."

"So, my suggestion to you is to make a transfer."

After Olena calmed down her shocked mood, she quickly returned to her capable appearance and analyzed it carefully for Ren.

Ren nodded and said: "Your Excellency Olena, do you have a suggested flight route?"

Although he can now ride a blood feather, fly in the air, and reach some places many times faster than before, he still has to avoid some dangerous places.

In fact, when the Dragon Empire was first established, the number of dangerous places was much greater than it is now.

The Imperial Dragon Knights have worked hard for many years to clear out some of the dangerous areas that could be eliminated artificially, so that the current airship route was established.

Otherwise, the danger of flying in the sky would be much higher than it is now.

"Yes, look." Olena, a capable young woman, walked to Ren's side, spread out a simple map of the empire's territory, and showed it in front of Ren's eyes, saying.

"Generally speaking, if you take an imperial military airship, you need to transfer six times. It takes about seven days to get from here to here and back again."

"And you have a flying mount, so my suggestion to you is to stop at the Hammerfell Fortress in Markarth Province and go through the Hammerfell Tunnel to avoid the black mist cyclone in the Hammerfell Mountains."

"Then, you turn down the Beverly Pass in the Casswith Province, avoid the giant wind rocs in the Beverly Mountains, and then you can go all the way north.

"Based on this, it only takes you three days to reach the Howling Tundra."

"Of course, as for the barbarian tribe, the intelligence only shows the general direction. They are migrating near the Hanluo Mountains in the north-central part of the tundra, so you have to spend some time looking for and chasing them."

Olena's analysis was very clear.

Ren nodded, Olena's business ability was indeed extraordinary.

The other party probably never thought that he would decide to go to the Howling Tundra, but he still quickly helped him choose a suitable route.

"Thank you, Your Excellency Olena, your analysis is very useful to me."

"You're welcome, but Lord Ren, if you really decide to go to the Windy Tundra, perhaps you should talk to Admiral Edward first."

"Well, that's natural. I'll go to Admiral Edward later." Renn nodded.

He is now a diamond-level swordsman of the Munster Swordsman Branch, which is equivalent to an imperial public official. When leaving the jurisdiction, a report is required.

As for Admiral Edward, Renne is still confident of convincing him.

"Well, Admiral Edward just said goodbye to Duke Victor and the Eagle Federation Mission, and he should have just returned to the office now." Olena said with a smile.

Half an hour later.

In Admiral Edward's office.

"Admiral, I have some personal matters. I would like to take about a month's leave and go to the windy tundra." Ren said straight to the point.

"Hmm? Howling Tundra? It's not very safe there recently. Do you have to go?" Admiral Edward frowned slightly. Although he tried to persuade Ryan, he didn't ask the specific reason.

"Yes, a good friend is there, so I must go there." Ryan nodded.

"Okay, I will write you an official letter. You can treat your trip to Howling Tundra as an official business."

"Although the Sword Bearer Branch of Marne Province may not be able to help you, you can use the official letter to exchange for some scarce supplies from them." Admiral Edward said with a smile.

"Thank you for your support." Ryan bowed slightly and thanked him.

Admiral Edward was still very supportive of his trip to Howling Tundra, especially since his private action was upgraded to an official action, which made some things much more convenient.

"However, Ryan, I believe that your strength can deal with most enemies, but the problem is that it is located on a plateau and close to the north, and there are some special climate and environmental conditions there, so you need to be extra careful."

"Thank you, sir, I will be careful."

When Ryan returned to the mansion again, he began to think about the preparations.

At this time, he seemed to have thought of something and muttered to himself:

"However, before setting off, there is a witchcraft that can be improved."

I saw Ryan focusing on a very practical witchcraft that has not been improved in time.

It is the entry-level witchcraft of the metal system, 'Sharpness'.

Although Ryan often practices it, it is only at level 6 (133/3000) at present, and the speed of casting Sharpness is about 1.5 seconds.

Although this speed looks good, there is still little chance to apply it in actual combat.

After all, the enemies Ryan encounters now are not mediocre, and the fighting speed of both sides is extremely fast. Basically, it is rare to take 1.5 seconds to cast witchcraft calmly.

This is why the more powerful the wizard, the more he relies on his innate magic and several nearly instantaneous and particularly skilled magic to decide the outcome of a battle.

And there are few opportunities to cast those seemingly powerful but long-chanting advanced magics to decide the outcome.

As for why he chose to improve this magic, it is because the sharpness technique is highly compatible with Ryan's epic profession, the Thousand Blades King.

Except for a few blunt weapons, such as two-handed warhammers and canes, other sharp weapons can be blessed with sharpness, but the speed of sharpness casting needs to be fast enough.

Secondly, Ryan's affinity with metal is extremely high, and the power of sharpness is also rising.

"After the instant transformation, with the blessing of the sharp art, the power of holding a sharp weapon in combat can be increased by at least 15% to 20%."

"Even in the form of a dragon warrior, you can use sharp weapons in conjunction with the sharp art, which can be said to be extremely versatile."

"Now it is lv6, and it takes exactly 6 skill points to upgrade to lv12"

Ryan glanced at the attribute panel, and the remaining skill points were exactly 6 points.

After thinking about it again, in an instant, Ryan invested all 6 skill points in the witchcraft "Sharp Art".

As the witchcraft "Sharp Art" suddenly increased from lv6 to lv12!

In an instant, a torrent of memories about the witchcraft "Sharp Art" poured into Ryan's mind.

For a moment, Ryan seemed to have come to a mysterious space, and he had been practicing the witchcraft "Sharp Art" for more than ten years. It was like instinct for him to chant the spell, and the syllables were compressed faster and faster!

When Ryan digested the memory and silently chanted the spell again,

He found that, like the first-level metal magic ‘Metal Barrier’, after only about 0.25 seconds of casting time, the short spear in his hand lit up the silver light unique to the sharpness.

However, after Ryan cast the ‘Metal Transfiguration’ and ‘Sharpness’ several times in a row, he frowned slightly.

Because he found that the casting time of ‘Metal Transfiguration’ was a few seconds, and the casting time of ‘Sharpness’ was 0.25 seconds, the total time consumed reached nearly 0.4 seconds.

This speed is actually enough for the enemy to react.

In other words, it is still not fast enough!

In order to make the enemy unable to react, the total casting time should be controlled within 0.2 seconds.

"If you want to upgrade to level 12, it should consume gold skill points, right?"

Ryan looked at the 23 gold skill points and started to add points immediately.

A few minutes later.

Looking at the sharpness that reached level 16, Ryan smiled with satisfaction.

A short spear instantly transformed in Ryan's hand, and almost at the same time, silver light enveloped the sharp tip of the spear.

The next second, the short spear in Ryan's hand transformed into a big sword, and the silver light also almost instantly enveloped the sword.

"0.1 second casting time, almost faster than the innate witchcraft!"

It can be said that Ryan has made the sharpness technique close to the level of arbitrary, and the thought is slightly moved, and it is completed.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

"Enter."

"My Lord Viscount, Lord Neoro and other lords are waiting for you in the training room." The servant reported respectfully.

"Well, I'll come right away." Ryan nodded and said.

Just now, he asked someone to notify Neoro and the others to come over.

In the training room.

Ryan and his team members talked about his upcoming trip to the Howling Tundra.

"Huh? Captain, you're going to the Howling Tundra? That's quite a long way." Neoro couldn't help but exclaimed.

Others couldn't help but look at Ryan, as if they were wondering why their captain suddenly decided to go to the distant Howling Tundra.

"Is it a mission?" Angus couldn't help but ask.

"No. I have a friend there who encountered some difficulties, so I need to go there."

"Friend?"

Vieri, Angus and others looked at each other, and they all showed a look of realization.

It must be a female friend!

"Captain, let's go with you. If we need to solve problems, it's better to have more people."

"No, I plan to go quickly this time. I will ride the blood-feathered horned beast directly and reach the tundra in about three days."

"In addition, you have a mission. When I'm not here, pay more attention to the situation in Munster, including Meister and Rossby County, but don't rashly perform tasks beyond your ability."

"You can ask Olena about the specific situation of the mission." Ryan reminded.

"Okay, captain."

"Don't worry, captain, leave the things here to us."

After explaining to his team members, Ryan immediately told his family, and then told the beautiful woman Jennifer about the situation.

Finally, Ryan found Anna and talked about this matter.

"Anna, I'm going to go to the Frost Tundra. I got the news that the barbarian tribe where Lagre is is now in some difficult troubles."

"She's really stupid. She didn't tell me such an important thing."

"Well, actually Lagre didn't contact me. I learned about this from the Sword Bearer." Immediately, Ryan told Anna in detail the information he got.

"I know!" Anna suddenly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and said.

"Huh?"

"I know why Lagre didn't contact you and me! It should be that Lagre doesn't want us to worry about this matter, and she doesn't want to involve you in the troubles her tribe is currently facing."

"Ryan, I want to go with you!" Anna said seriously.

"Huh?"

Ryan didn't even consider taking Anna with him.

He even rejected Neoro and the others, let alone taking Anna.

"You are not suitable. It's a long journey, and there will probably be battles later. You should stay at home and wait." Ryan shook his head.

"I'm not afraid of fighting, and if you get hurt, I can heal you." Anna stared at Ryan with her big eyes and said.

"This... The horned eagle has a limited load capacity."

"I'm very light, not even as heavy as your weapon. With me, Xueyu won't feel heavy."

"Chi~"

Xueyu chirped at the right time!

It seemed to agree with Anna.

"As expected, druids can naturally make animals feel good?" Ryan didn't know how to dissuade Anna for a moment.

"Okay! Then you get ready, we'll set off later."

"Great!" Anna couldn't help but be overjoyed.

——

North-central part of the Cold Tundra.

On the left side of the Coldfall Mountains.

I saw a tribe of tens of thousands of barbarians migrating, and the whole team stretched for more than ten miles.

The most eye-catching thing in the middle of the team was the huge plateau yaks with dark brown long hair, pulling hundreds of rough-made carts.

The cart was piled with various daily necessities, including tents, pottery jars, animal skins and other supplies, and around the cart were many old people and children from the barbarian tribe.

Although it was already the month of flowers, the weather in the tundra was still cold. Every time the huge yak breathed, two thick white air currents would rise from its nose.

Suddenly!

A team of twelve Frostwolf Knights were seen returning quickly from the rear, as if they were returning from reconnaissance.

The leading woman in leather armor had a hot body and carried an extremely eye-catching huge round shield on her back, and held a huge steel battle axe in her right hand.

The broad and shiny blade of the battle axe was stained with a lot of bright red blood, obviously, it had just been fought.

"Captain Lagre, how is the situation in the rear?" A tall barbarian warrior said loudly.

"As usual, they are hanging around from a distance, and will send people to harass us from time to time."

"The damn Black Flame Cult will kill them all sooner or later! By the way, the chief asked you to come back, so go to him." The barbarian named John touched his braid and said in a muffled voice.

"Lagre, are the scum of the Black Flame Cult still following us?"

"Yes, Chief Darius, but they didn't launch an attack, just watched us leave from a distance."

"Then leave them alone." Darius, the unusually tall barbarian, finally showed a relieved expression on his face and said.

In the past six months, the Norton tribe and the Black Flame Cult have fought more than ten battles of varying sizes. Although they have won more than they have lost, the Black Flame Cult did not personally fight most of the time.

Instead, they encouraged the people of the primitive tribes, mercenaries, etc. to harass and attack them.

In other words, the opponent's strength has basically not been damaged.

"Contact the Rich people. Now is not the time for our barbarian tribe to fight among themselves." High Priest Rom sighed.

"High Priest, will the Black Flame Cult continue to persecute us? We have all moved so far north." Darius, the patriarch, was obviously a little unhappy when he heard that he wanted to contact the Rich people and asked.

"Now we are a thorn in the side of the Black Flame cult, a thorn in the flesh. If it were you, what would you choose?"

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"Moreover, migrating to the north is not necessarily safe. I heard that an ancestral dragon named Corathius appeared in the glaciers in the far north. It is said that it has gathered several large northern furbolg tribes."

"Is this rumor true?" Darius was stunned.

Although he had heard it before, he always thought it was a rumor.

After all, something like the Archosaur has been extinct for thousands of years, so how could it suddenly appear?

"Well, judging from the results of the divination, it's true. Moreover, judging from the results, the opponent's strength is probably not something we can resist alone."

"I understand, High Priest, I understand what you mean. I will contact the Rich people right away." Darius nodded and said.

"Well, now, only by joining together can we fight against the coming crisis." High Priest Rom nodded and said.

Lagree, who was listening to the conversation between the patriarch and the high priest, couldn't help but think of Renn who was far away in the Munster province of the empire.

"That young boy with great potential, I don't know how he is doing now."

"Should I be promoted from a small town sheriff's deputy to a real sheriff?"

"Although I was lucky enough to become a violent warrior, with his talent, he is likely to have reached the level of a senior knight in the past six months. I have to work hard!"

Lagre thought from a distance.

She naturally misses Ren.

She had wanted to write to Ren for a long time, but not long after she returned to the tribe, the situation in the Howling Tundra began to become turbulent.

And the matter of writing the letter has been put off.

During this period, she experienced several extremely dangerous battles and successfully broke through the limit.

But faced with the immediate crisis of the tribe, she could no longer bring up the idea of ​​writing a letter. She was afraid that too much information would be revealed between the lines.

Lagree didn't want to involve Renne.

Because even a great knight would not be of any help to the difficult situation the tribe is currently facing.

The barbarian migration team is seven or eight miles away at the northern foot of the Hanluo Mountains.

Seven or eight black flame monks wearing black robes with flame patterns tattooed on their cuffs and collars were high up on one side of the mountain range, watching the migrating barbarian tribesmen from afar.

"Priest Crowley, when are we going to take action? Those gathered knights and mercenaries can't cause much trouble to the barbarians and will collapse at the first touch."

"It doesn't matter. The role of the mercenaries is to harass and prevent these barbarians from getting enough rest, and their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced."

"We will go up again when the other party is exhausted."

"Sir, I praise your wisdom." The subordinates next to him breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that they no longer had to fight with the barbarians, and began to praise their own priests.

Although these barbarians basically do not know how to perform witchcraft and rely solely on physical strength to fight, they are all brave and fearless of death and cooperate with each other tacitly, making the fight quite tricky.

Therefore, they are not willing to fight hard.

"By the way, is there any news from the white-haired furbolg?" the officiant named Crowley asked sideways.

"We have made contact. The other party will go south in the next two days and ambush this barbarian tribe in front."

"Well, very good. After these two barbarian tribes are eliminated, there will be no strong bones in the entire Howling Tundra who dare to challenge us."

"However, Master Priest, if we rely on us alone, it will be difficult to deal with the patriarch and high priest of the barbarian tribe. These two guys are both legendary and powerful."

"Don't worry. In a few days, Archbishop Erikson will personally lead his team and he will get rid of these two guys."

"Master Erikson took action personally? Then there is no problem." The black flame monks behind said with smiles on their faces.

——

Munster.

Inside the Rennes Mansion.

Ren and Anna waved their hands and said hello to everyone who was bidding farewell. Immediately afterwards, the blood-feathered hippogryph flapped its wings vigorously, lingering with the light cyan airflow.

"Whoosh!"

The two soared into the sky and quickly disappeared into the sky.

As for Ren, he watched as the crowd below him became smaller and smaller, gradually turning into black spots. Soon, the entire Munster, which was built on the mountain, was fully visible below him.

Because it's heading north.

Therefore, Ren controlled the blood feather and did not fly in the direction of the plains, but bypassed the towering Hrothgar Mountains.

Soon, an endless hilly area gradually appeared in front of Ren and Anna's field of vision.

"What a beautiful scenery!" Anna couldn't help but admire as she looked at the endless green forest below and the looming large fields of blooming wild flowers.