Throne of the North

After staying for three days, Shawkat, who thought he had a thorough understanding of the Tundra Territory, left the Tundra Territory in shock.

He was accompanied by Beard and a hundred knights and attendants. If the North had any advantages in the eyes of southerners, it should be the simple folk customs.

Of course, it's not necessarily an advantage.

Anyway, Shawkat left, and there were no outsiders in the Tundra Territory. Ryan finally found Archmage McCann who had been doing nothing for two or three days.

"Your territory needs the magic results of Yelena and the others. They may really be able to help you improve the land in the north."

Archmage McCann looked at Ryan. He didn't see his usefulness here, and he had begun to suspect that Ryan was here just for Yelena and the others.

"Arch Mage, you are more important than thousands of troops."

Ryan held Archmage McCann's hand and looked at the Archmage with fiery eyes, making Archmage McCann feel extremely uncomfortable.

"This expression of yours should be reserved for that female officer of yours."

Archmage McCann had goosebumps all over his body, and what he said made Ryan a little embarrassed.

The archmage looked at Ryan amusedly.

"Your castle does not have magic secret patterns, and don't forget, I am a great mage who is good at life magic."

After coming back to his senses, Ryan's face became thicker as he communicated with the Viscountess and the maids. He looked at the Archmage seriously.

"Arch Mage McCann, I think you need to prove yourself very much, right?"

Archmage McCann frowned and stared at Ryan, with a somewhat unkind tone.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, I never thought that my one hundred thousand gold coins would be wasted."

After speaking, Ryan raised his hand and pointed in the void, and a plane door nearly three meters appeared between the two of them.

"Brand!"

Ryan yelled, and outside, Brand had already walked in with several soldiers.

"Lord Lord."

At Ryan's signal, Brand and the others walked into the door of the plane, and then Ryan looked at Archmage McCann who was watching all this blankly, his mouth and nose forgetting to breathe.

"Don't you want to see what the Tundra Territory wants to see the most?"

Ryan pulled the stiff Archmage McCann and submerged him into the plane gate.

In Swadifari, even in the coldest month of winter, the wilderness of this world still does not suffer much wind and frost. The majestic god-given mountains at the end of the field of vision block all the cold wind coming from the north.

Boom! ! !

Almost the moment they appeared, they saw thousands of wild horses running across the wilderness in the distance. Their wild running brought the vitality of the world and the wild and primitive fragrance of grass in the wilderness.

Archmage McCann's whole body was trembling. He stared at the horses galloping in the distance, his teeth chattering, and then he knelt down directly.

He covered his face with his hands and looked at the outside world through his fingers. He seemed to be using some extreme method to verify that this was not an illusion, but a real world.

"Teacher, I finally have the opportunity to fulfill your wish."

Archmage McCann murmured in a low voice, and then he collapsed on the ground and cried loudly.

"Ahahahahahahaha!!!"

Looking at Archmage McCann, who started screaming in the sky after crying, Ryan glanced at Brand, who walked towards the Archmage. They were all worried that the Archmage would go crazy due to his excitement.

"Don't touch me!"

Archmage McCann roared, kneeling on the ground and holding the land in the wilderness, looking at everything in this world feverishly.

Especially those horses, as if they were like gold coins, so dazzling and bright.

"Ahem."

Ryan coughed.

"Master McCann, I think you need to calm down, otherwise it may be difficult to fulfill your dream."

"How is it possible? Even if I die, I have to complete everything I have to do before I die. Otherwise, even the gods cannot take away my life."

Archmage McCann's eyes were crazy, but his tone was extremely calm. He turned his head and looked at Ryan.

"Baron Ryan, we should discuss some less important things."

"Before, I never thought I would stay here, but now, I will never leave."

"Then the key thing now is... the mage tower."

"The Mage Tower is the source of everything for a great mage, and the Mage Tower at the Magic Academy was built by me with funding from the empire. Even I can't move it here."

"Furthermore, those mage towers do not use floating stones, so it is impossible to relocate them."

"So, you need to rebuild a mage tower for me. Of course, this is not the most urgent thing. The gold coins required for a mage tower are about 600,000 to 1 million. Depending on the attribute magic that the mage is good at, the price It is not impossible to change the jump and even exceed one million gold coins. "

"You can take your time. You don't have to give me the 100,000 gold coins. Just use them to build the mage tower."

"Besides that, there are the magic vessels and the layout of the magic circle. There is no mage tower. These things are indispensable and I can't refine them. Your craftsmen can complete some of them, but for precision instruments, you need to ask some Professionals buy.”

"Although I don't want to admit it, those alchemists do have unimaginable talents in this area."

"Then there are magic crystals. You need a lot of magic crystals, or I also need a lot of magic crystals to ensure the stability of those warhorse potions, to sublimate ordinary horses into magical life, or even to be more extreme, to train warhorses to match the level of magic beasts. This requires the stability brought by magic crystals. Otherwise, even if all the horses here die, you can't make a warhorse."

"You also need magic beasts, preferably living ones. The magic factors and blood strength on them can help warhorses evolve faster."

"This requires you to arrange soldiers to capture them. I think The North will not lack these things, but they are probably all very powerful. "

"Finally, groom, I am the best groom, but I need you to choose a trustworthy candidate, or even someone who is absolutely loyal to you, even if it means using the divine prohibition to restrict their speech. Only in this way can the trained war horses not be targeted. "

"They will be knights and magic apprentices. I will personally teach them meditation and related magic methods, as well as how to tame, train, and take care of the status and growth of war horses. "

"Master McKen stared at Ryan closely. "Of all the things I said, the Mage Tower has the lowest priority, and the groom's training has the highest priority."

"If you can do all that I said, then I can guarantee that you, Ryan Clayton, the Baron of the Northern Frozen Territory, will have the only legion in the world that can run wildly in the northern winter."

"Do you know why the royal family has always wanted to invite me? Because the current leader of the Highland Mage Corps and I were both apprentices of the legendary archmage with the title of 'Blood God', the founder of the Highland Mage Corps."

"But later, my ideas conflicted with his. He was recruited by the royal family and became the peak of the Holy Domain under the resources of the royal family, and I have been rejecting the royal family because of him."

"I stayed in the magic academy with the teacher's notes, and I wanted to prove that my teacher and I were right at the beginning."

"Of course, don't worry, no one knows about this, even my... senior brother."

Hearing the words of the great mage McKen, Ryan couldn't help but breathe heavily.

Posted.

According to Grand Mage McKen, this extraordinary method of breeding war horses does not only come from a Grand Mage, but also from a legend. It can even be said that the other party is the founder of the world who distinguishes ordinary horses from war horses.

"I believe in the achievements of you and your master, the noble title of legend, and I, Ryan, will spare no effort to support all your actions."

Ryan put his hand on his chest. This is not a noble etiquette, but a knight's etiquette.