The wizard starts by trimming the donkey's hooves

It was a team of dozens of Fengpengs, flying at a very fast speed. In just a few blinks, they were already close to where Ryan was.

"Quick! Prepare the crossbows!"

"Prepare the purple tumor wood fruit!"

"Others, quickly and secretly!" The bearded knight seemed experienced, and he issued orders in an orderly and rapid manner.

Soon, purple watermelon-sized purple tumor wood fruits were ejected into the sky and suddenly exploded.

A faint purple mist suddenly drifted away.

After smelling this strange smell, the Fengpeng began to circle and no longer approached, as if they were quite afraid of this mist.

After releasing several wind blades, dozens of Fengpengs turned around and left.

"Fortunately, they were finally forced away." The bearded knight breathed a sigh of relief and said.

Ryan was quite surprised. He thought he would face a battle with the Fengpeng, but he didn't expect it to disappear invisibly.

At this time, Melita and Anna came over, with three almost frozen knights behind them, who were the three who had just teased Melita.

When these three guys saw that their own high priests were killed, they immediately wanted to escape, but were blocked by Melita and Anna.

"Tell me, who are you?"

"Uh" Several people looked at each other, and it seemed that none of them wanted to be the first to speak.

"Lord Ryan, leave the interrogation to me, and make sure they confess everything honestly." The bearded knight patted his chest and said.

"Okay, that's troublesome."

"Okay! Give me half an hour, take them down, and interrogate them separately." The bearded man waved his hand, and several guards took the people away.

Taking advantage of this gap, Ryan opened the waist bag of the sturdy black robe and took a look. After a quick look, he was surprised.

"Huh? Soul crystals and blood crystals?"

Inside the waist bag, there were five soul crystals, three blood crystals, and a letter.

Ryan could understand that the other party needed blood crystals.

But the other party also needed soul crystals?

Ryan was a little confused.

In fact, this was Ryan's mistake. These soul crystals were originally used by Ericson to win over some powerful wandering wizards, but now Ryan got a bargain.

After thinking about it, without much hesitation, Ryan immediately decided to use all these soul crystals.

After all, he had tried it last time. Using the system, Ryan could instantly absorb soul crystals without any side effects, thereby greatly improving the progress of mental atomization.

Ryan held the five soul crystals in his palm and operated the Iron Heart Advanced Meditation Method.

After a few seconds

The soul crystals were resonated in some way, and a wisp of transparent strange breath emanated from them and was quickly absorbed by Ryan's body.

At this time, the system prompt sounded:

[Ding! Soul energy crystals that can improve the degree of mental atomization have been detected. Do you want to accelerate absorption? (Note: System absorption can remove impurities and can be absorbed all at once.)]

"Yes!"

Instantly, Ryan felt that the silver mist in his mind began to increase rapidly, and soon, it expanded to about twice its original size.

At the same time, a refreshing feeling filled his mind.

Ryan glanced at the system panel:

Spirit: 64 (atomization 42%)

"Five pieces, a one-time increase of 21%? The average is less than 5%, about 4%."

"Sure enough, this soul energy crystal is not omnipotent, and the effect will get worse as time goes by."

But Ryan was not dissatisfied.

Because these five soul energy crystals are almost like picking them up for free.

According to the calculation that for every point increase in the degree of atomization, the power of witchcraft increases by 0.5 points, the power of witchcraft currently cast by Ryan has increased by about 10% compared to the previous 21%.

The interrogation was not over yet, and Ryan checked the previous battle records:

[Congratulations, you defeated the strong enemy and obtained 15 gold skill points! ]

[Congratulations, your will (hidden) attribute has been improved! ]

[Congratulations, your King of Thousand Blades (Epic) career level has been improved! ]

With this battle, the King of Thousand Blades (Epic) career level has successfully entered lv9, allowing Ryan to gain 1 attribute point and 1 skill point again.

Adding his original remaining points, the total remaining attribute points are now 8 points, the remaining skill points are 2 points, and the gold skill points have reached 36 points.

At this time, Melita, with a solemn face, handed a white letter to Ryan and said:

"Lord Ryan, this is a letter found from another black robe. Perhaps you should take a look."

"Oh?" Ryan took it curiously and read it quickly.

But after a quick glance, Ryan's face also became solemn.

"Ryan, what's wrong?" Anna couldn't help but worry.

"Take a look too." Ryan handed the letter to Anna.

"Being attacked from both sides by the Black Flame Church and the white-haired bear monster? Then Lagre is also..." Anna took a look and couldn't help but exclaimed.

Immediately, she also felt the seriousness of the situation.

"Well! It seems that we have to set off immediately. The situation of the barbarian tribe where Lagre is is not very good."

It turned out that the letter was sent by a Black Flame Church priest named Crowley. At the same time, the other party was also the leader of the Black Flame Cult's advance team. The recipient was the person lying on the ground - the high priest named Ericson.

The general idea is that Crowley and the others have begun to attack the Norton tribe with the white-haired furbolg, but the Norton tribe is very powerful and needs support.

At the same time, the defenders at Beverly Pass also tortured out relevant information. With two verifications, the information in the letter was confirmed without a doubt.

"However, I can be considered as disposing of their reinforcements in advance?!"

Ren, who was riding the blood-feathered hippogryph, lowered his head and glanced at the headless corpse in the pit, thinking with a rather strange expression.

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The northern foothills of the Hanluo Mountains.

Two black flame monks wearing black robes with flame patterns tattooed on their cuffs and collars, and several tall white-haired furbolgs, were high up on the foothills on one side, looking at the battle on the lower right.

I saw a migrating barbarian team in the long and narrow valley, with fighting happening at the head and tail at the same time.

Of course, the intensity is completely different.

The enemies at the rear of the barbarian team were a small number of men in black robes with some knights and a large number of mercenaries. The battle was not fierce and looked more like a harassing contact battle.

In front of the barbarian team, the enemy is a group of white furbolgs, all holding giant wooden hammers or spiked hammers. The battle here is obviously much more intense.

Judging from the number, the difference between white furbolgs and barbarian warriors is almost the same. The number of white furbolgs is slightly more.

But among the barbarians, there are some who are very powerful in combat, especially a particularly tall barbarian who uses a double-edged battle ax and is almost unstoppable on the battlefield.

A furbolg leader with flaming red feathers on his head was beaten back and forth. He relied on three extra strong furbolg guards to barely resist the opponent.

Crowley, the chief priest of the Black Flame Cult, watched this scene through the copper monocular telescope, his eyelids twitching.

Mud, this barbarian clan leader, is so powerful!

Fortunately, there was a white-haired furbolg as the main force in the attack this time, otherwise, the followers under his command would have suffered heavy casualties.

"Is there any news from Archbishop Ericson?" Crowley turned his head and asked in a low voice.

"Reporting to your lord, Archbishop Ericson has just sent a message saying that they have arrived at Beverly Pass and will be able to meet us in half a day." Another man in black robe said respectfully.

"That's good." Crowley took a long breath and nodded as if he was relieved.

It would be best to leave this kind of guy to the chief priest.

Now, I'll let you be arrogant for a while longer.

"Believers of the God of Hunting, why hasn't the high priest you mentioned before arrived yet?"

Seemingly hearing the whispers between Crowley and the two, a white-haired furbolg holding a white bone staff, a necklace of fangs hanging around his neck, and a bright feather crown on his head, asked in Common Tongue quite fluently. road.

"Priest, please rest assured that the chief priest of our religion, Ericson, will arrive in half a day. At that time, he will deal with the leader of the Norton barbarians."

"Well, I hope you won't break your promise. Our brave clan warriors have suffered many casualties. If your chief priest hasn't come yet, you will only be able to account for one-third of the subsequent distribution of spoils." The furbolg priest said with a somewhat ugly expression. .

It is still very dissatisfied with the Black Flame Church's cooperative behavior that does not contribute to the work.

"Of course not."

"By the way, Mr. Priest, we can pass on the message and withdraw the troops. In half a day, we will launch a general attack." Crowley said with a smile.

He didn't take the threat from the furbolg priest at all.

Since Eriksson officiated, it is not the powerful people who have the final say as to who takes the lead.

There is no point in arguing with the furbolg now.

"Yeah!" The furbolg priest looked a little better when he heard that he had withdrawn his troops.

At least the warriors under his command would suffer fewer casualties.

At this time, a white-haired furbolg suddenly ran over from the side of the foothills and said "Jili Guala" to the furbolg priest, and the furbolg priest looked overjoyed.

This immediately made Crowley curious and said: "Your Excellency, priest, is there any good news?"

"Hahaha, Your Majesty Corasius, your injury has recovered. If these idiots from the barbarian tribe choose to resist to the end instead of joining my king's command, then their doom will come."

Although the furbolg priest is smarter than the average furbolg, it is obvious that he still does not own a human city. Faced with Crowley's inquiry, he happily informed the situation immediately.

"Huh?" Crowley's eyes flashed with horror!

How could that ancestral dragon recover so quickly from its injuries?

This is not a good thing.

Originally, the relationship between them and the white-haired furbolg was mutual use. If Corasius, the ancestral dragon, came, there would be nothing they could do with the Black Flame Church.

Although he was very confident in the strength of Archbishop Ericson, the opponent was a giant dragon!

By then, even if the high priest Erikson comes in person, it will be impossible to offend such a powerful and unparalleled ancestral dragon.

I just hope that Archbishop Ericson can arrive soon and launch a general attack as soon as possible. Crowley said in his heart.

"Believers of the God of Hunting, if you wait for my king to arrive, I will have no say in the distribution of the spoils. Everything belongs to my king!" The white-haired furbolg priest suddenly thought of something while he was excited, and said bluntly.

"That's right, that's right!" Crowley laughed dryly and agreed.

In his heart, he cursed loudly, ‘Damn, a beast is a beast, and he has no contract spirit at all! ’

‘Fuck! ’

As the white-haired bear monsters withdrew their troops, the whole battle seemed to end hastily.

Since the Norton tribe was a whole tribe, and there were many old, weak, women, children and baggage in the team, no one, including the patriarch Darius, launched a counterattack against the white-haired bear monsters, but took the time to treat the wounded and comfort the people.

In the center of the plateau yak caravan, in a newly built tent.

The barbarian captains and elites above, including Lagre, were summoned to hold a brief wartime meeting.

“High priest, patriarch, this is the third wave of white-haired bear monsters we have encountered. The warriors have not been able to get an effective rest, and they have been fighting continuously, and more and more people have been injured.” The barbarian captain named John wiped the blood on his face and said in a deep voice.

“What about the Rich people? How long will it take them to get here?” Darius turned his head and asked the guards beside him.

"Well, the Rich people said that they were also attacked by the Black Flame Cult, and it is expected to take another three days to arrive here."

"Three days." Darius frowned and muttered to himself.

Hearing this number, everyone present looked unhappy.

Lagre was also panting at this time. After continuous fighting, she had several shallow wounds on her body. The edge of the giant shield in her hand was also severely worn, but her eyes were still bright.

At this time, the messenger at the door came to report.

"High Priest, Chief, there is a female wizard outside. She said she came from Winterhold College and has something important to tell the Chief and High Priest."

"Winterhold College? Please let them in." As the chief of the barbarians, Darius had naturally heard of this wizard organization in the north, but the two sides had almost no contact.

Soon, a dignified middle-aged woman in a white robe came in and saluted:

"High Priest Rom, Chief Darius, good day, I am Welty, the vice president of Winterhold College."

"I am here this time because I have a very important news to tell you. The ancestor dragon Corasius in the ice field has begun to come in this direction."

"It will take half a day at the fastest and one day at the slowest for the other party to arrive here."

This news was like a thunderbolt, and everyone present immediately changed color!

"What, so fast!" Darius's eyes widened, looking at the witch in front of him.

At present, just Corasius's followers, this group of white-haired bear monsters with a large number, have brought them great trouble.

If the ancestor dragon comes in person, the consequences can be imagined!

You must know that the Rich people have not arrived yet. Even if Darius is confident, he does not think that his own Norton tribe can defeat the said powerful Corasius alone.

Barbarians are brave, not stupid.

"Yes, Chief Darius, this is why we came here. For Winterhold College, Corasius is also an enemy. His tyrannical temperament has killed and destroyed the peace of the North."

"You two may not know that our Winterhold College has already had a big battle with this ancestor dragon before. Now that I have notified Winterhold College, I will return immediately to organize the defense of the college."

After the middle-aged beauty Welty finished her story, she said goodbye.

"Thank you, Vice President Welty, the Norton people will remember it in their hearts."

Half a day passed in a flash.

At this time, the horn sounded!

The white-haired bear monsters lined up again, and the wandering knights and mercenaries recruited by the Black Flame Church, one after another, launched another fierce attack on the Norton tribe.

But this time was different. The elite barbarians, including Lagre, felt the rising momentum of the bear monsters!

Suddenly, everyone on the battlefield looked up at the sky.

"Ang!!!"

A creature resembling a dragon appeared in the distant sky. Although the other party should be at a very far distance, its huge size was quite eye-catching.

And with the loud dragon roar, the other party flapped its huge flesh wings and approached quickly.

"Oh my God! What kind of monster is this!"

Many brave Norton barbarians stared at the huge monster flying in the sky with wide eyes.

The other party was completely different from the dragon in their impression. The other party did not have a slender neck, nor huge and shining scales, and even on the head, there was no dragon horn like the five-color dragon.

The bald head looked more like a lizard. The huge jaw showed that the bite force was extremely strong, the neck was short and thick, and the hind limbs were extremely strong.

If Ryan was at the scene, he would definitely sigh, isn't this a mixture of Tyrannosaurus Rex and Pterosaur!

"Barbarians on the tundra, surrender or be destroyed." The grand and low voice, along with the vibration of the chest of the proto-dragon, suddenly resounded throughout the battlefield.

As the huge shadow was cast, the overwhelming momentum of Colasius, and the buzzing sound in the air, even the bravest barbarian warriors were afraid at this moment.

A feeling of impending disaster arose in the hearts of almost every barbarian.

This had nothing to do with courage.

It was simply an instinctive fear of high-level creatures.

"High Priest, war song!" Among the barbarians present, the only one who was not panicked was Patriarch Darius.

Of course, thanks to the advance notice from the Winterhold Academy, he quickly turned around and shouted to the high priest Rom behind him.

In the previous discussion, they had also made the worst plan.

What if the Rich people could not catch up, and the ancestor dragon Corasius arrived first?

"Ancestors of the Norton tribe, please listen to the call of your descendants. The heroic spirits bless us!" As the high priest Rom chanted in a low voice, an inexplicable breath spread, and the originally panicked barbarian warriors began to calm down.

At the same time, they also began to respond to the high priest's war song and shouted.

"Ancestors bless!"

"Ancestors bless!"

Soon, the shouts of the barbarians, like sparks, gathered together, forming a powerful force that could compete with the momentum of the ancestor dragon Corasius!

Obviously, the behavior of the Norton barbarians angered Corasius hovering in the sky.

"Foolish and humble barbarians! What awaits you will be death and destruction!"

As the low roar sounded again, the huge ancestral dragon began to dive down from the air.

I saw a stream of blue phosphorescent, extremely cold ice flames, spewing from the bloody mouth of Colasius towards the plateau yak team in the center of the barbarian battle formation.

In an instant, more than ten yak carts were instantly frozen by the breath of ice flames.

Not only the yaks, but also the old people and children of the Norton tribe on these carts were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, and the expressions on their faces were eternally maintained at the moment of horror before being frozen.

Then, as if to further destroy the fighting will of the barbarians, Colasius chose an area with the most concentrated barbarian warriors in the battlefield and landed with a bang.

"Boom!"

As its body weighing more than 100 tons landed, dozens of barbarian warriors were directly crushed into meat patties on the spot, and blood mist filled the air.

At the same time, a strong shock wave spread out, and in an instant, it blew away hundreds of barbarian warriors around.

For a moment, the ancestor dragon Corasius was unparalleled in power!

But with the blessing of the war song, the ancestor dragon's behavior not only did not scare the barbarians, but angered the barbarian elite.

"Damn it!"

The barbarian captains, including Lagre, spontaneously began to gather behind the patriarch Darius at this moment.

Everyone's expression was extremely resolute, because next, they were about to launch a charge that was almost dead!

"Warriors, this huge reptile actually threatened us Nortons with death. Tell it, what does death mean to us?!"

The barbarian patriarch Darius, who was more than two meters and five meters tall, waved the double-edged battle axe in his hand high and shouted.

"Death is glory!"

The barbarian elites behind Darius also raised their weapons and roared.

"Warriors, we will have a place in the Hall of Heroes!"

"Nortons will never be slaves!"

Instantly, Darius led the top warriors among the barbarians and launched a desperate charge towards the huge proto-dragon Corasius who had just landed.

Because most of the frost wolves had already tucked their tails and let out a whimpering growl when facing the proto-dragon Corasius.

So, the barbarian warriors, including Lagre, relied on their legs at this moment to launch a brave and fearless charge!

Although the barbarians were all tall, compared with the giant Corasius, it was simply the difference between a hen and an ant.

The huge proto-dragon, which was sixty or seventy meters long, was much larger than its peers and was almost twice as large as the 'Red Queen' that Ryan had seen, which was daunting.

Looking at the barbarians charging over, even Crowley, the enemy of the Black Flame Church who was watching the battle from the foothills, could not help but admire sincerely: "This is a truly fearless warrior!"

Facing the charge of the Nortons, the ancestor dragon Corasius lightly raised his claws and directly slapped three barbarian warriors whose strength was comparable to that of senior human knights, flying 20 to 30 meters.

The difference in strength made these barbarian warriors completely lose their combat effectiveness in mid-air, with broken bones and tendons, and blood gushing out.

"Ah!!!"

The angry Norton patriarch Darius jumped high and swung the double-edged battle axe in his hand heavily at Corasius.

"Swish!"

The front claws of the giant ancestor dragon, together with the front wings, were cut with a deep wound, but the next second, Darius was also knocked away by Corasius's great force.

"Small and humble barbarians, you will pay the price for your stupidity and recklessness!"

The key is not over yet. Corasius was very angry at the barbarian chieftain who hurt it. With a roar, it breathed out another blue flame towards Darius who was knocked flying in the air!

A ball of blue phosphorescent dragon breath instantly swept Darius.

The barbarian chieftain who was still in the air suddenly felt stiff all over, and the biting cold swept over his body.

"Chief!!"

Looking at this scene, Lagre couldn't help but show determination on her face. She tightened the battle axe and giant shield in her hands, stared at the fierce ancestor dragon Corasius, and launched a charge.

It's a pity that she didn't have a chance to see that person again!

Ryan's figure flashed in her mind

But at this moment, in the southern sky of the battlefield, which no one noticed, a small dot rapidly enlarged!

This is a blue and purple horned eagle beast, which is rushing at this moment.