Throne of the North

Archmage McCann knew what Ryan was doing, but even though he knew that Ryan was participating in the war, he still wanted him to go back, so...

Ryan's eyes sparkled.

After leaving the matter here to Baron Enzo and Brand, Ryan rode his war horse back to the Tundra Territory at full speed. The light horse could not reach the speed of more than ten people, so he returned to the Tundra Territory five days later.

Beard has not returned yet, but what Archmage McCann needs is ready.

"Is this... sent by Count Pascal?"

Ryan got the answer. Only the earl family closest to the North Wind Province could deliver the utensils and materials he needed so quickly.

"Count Pascal's family controls an army of gargoyles. Do you think gargoyles don't need resources?"

"In the entire empire, after the Holy See left, Pascal has the highest demand for alchemists. He is even using alchemists' methods to create gargoyle warriors."

Archmage McCann said, and then began to urge Ryan.

When the door to the plane opened, Archmage McCann regained the enthusiasm in his eyes. This wilderness world surprised him so much.

"I need to prepare the medicine based on the physique and blood of the wild horse here. You can go."

Ryan was speechless, he came back as a tool to open the door.

However, there is nothing inconvenient about it.

He got up and left the Tundra Territory again, and returned to the Red Wing Plains a few days later.

In Red Wing Plains, Ryan opened the door to the plane again and went to the location chosen by Archmage McCann.

Yes, it is so convenient. It is a waste of time to go back to the Tundra Territory purely because of Archmage McCann and those tools.

But there won't be so many things in the future. After getting all the equipment, Archmage McCann has no plans to leave here, at least not for a long time.

He was the best groom in this wilderness, but Ryan was not stingy either. He blessed twenty or thirty people from the Swadifari World Wilderness Tribe and handed them over to Archmage McCann for training.

"Methods comparable to those of gods..."

Archmage McCann also recognized Ryan's identity as the benefactor, and then looked at Ryan with burning eyes.

"How about you... try to bless these wild horses."

Archmage McCann is extremely curious. This method can give ordinary people blood and strength, but what about Mustang?

After Ryan thought about it, he followed Archmage McCann to the racecourse. There were already hundreds of tamed wild horses here, each of them handsome and proud. They were more cold-resistant than the highland war horses.

Archmage McCann has prepared dozens of prepared potions. Some are for the wild horse to eat, some are injected, and some even need to be applied evenly on the wild horse's skin...

Ryan couldn't understand, but Archmage McCann had already begun to operate. There were a total of twenty-eight magic potions, some of which were of low value. One silver coin could boil a large pot, while others were extremely expensive.

"Master McCann, is the cost too expensive?"

Ryan remembered that the price of highland war horses in the south was only tens or hundreds of gold coins, but the potions taken out by Archmage McCann were already worth close to a hundred gold coins.

"For the first time, of course, the experiment must be comprehensive and cost-effective. Otherwise, thousands of war horses may be lost due to a mistake in training in the future."

Archmage McCann said politely, and then his voice softened. After all, the cost of these potions is something that the nobleman Ryan needs to consider.

"In the early years of the Highland War Horse, the training of each war horse was very expensive."

"It became cheaper little by little later, and the number of potions went from hundreds of types to cultivate one, to now only nine key potions are needed. Do you know where the gap is?"

Ryan did not respond. Archmage McCann was extremely serious and replied to himself:

"Because later on, the offspring of highland war horses have begun to evolve from generation to generation. Even if they are not bred by the royal family, highland wild horses are stronger than other wild horses and can even be used directly as war horses."

Ryan understands that the cost of training highland war horses was also very high in the beginning. The second generation war horses after the first generation do not need such high costs. Similarly, the third and fourth generations, because the highland war horses themselves give birth, they naturally have it in the body. The power that certain potions can bring.

So among the potions used on the first generation, there is no need for them on the third and fourth generation war horses.

After saving little by little, the highland war horse that initially required hundreds of potions now only needs nine key magic potions to complete the transition from an ordinary horse to a war horse because of its powerful and privileged bloodline.

Is this the change in cost, or... the result of the evolution of life and changes in magic technology?

Therefore, after the wild horses in the wilderness become war horses, it will be difficult for Ryan to make a lot of money, at least not in a short period of time due to cost reasons.

"Xilulu~!"

While Ryan was thinking, Archmage McCann had used up all the magic potion. The wild horse standing there was visibly full of vitality and blood. It was struggling crazily and howling in pain.

The six surrounding grooms with the physiques of apprentice knights held the wild horse firmly, but even so, their suppression was being broken away bit by bit.

The runaway wild horse is not a simple thing to talk about. The faces of the six grooms were flushed, and they were actually injured due to the wild horse's struggle.

"No wonder it is said that a knight is required to be the groom of a war horse."

Ryan took a breath of cold air, and together with the great wizard McKen, he stared at the madness of the wild horse nervously.

"Now!"

When the pupils of the wild horse dilated and looked a little blood red due to congestion, the great wizard McKen shouted.

Ryan did not hesitate, and a horse spirit blessing fell.

It was hard to describe, as if the gaze of the gods fell, the wild horse that was struggling wildly calmed down, and even the blood that was originally violently surging in its body became extremely quiet.

"Not enough, not enough!"

The great wizard McKen reached out and touched the blood seeping out of the nose of the warhorse, and continued.

Ryan pointed out, and a hundred spiritual powers fell instantly. At this moment, the pupils of the warhorse began to emit faint blood-red and azure light, and the two merged with each other.

After about three minutes, the extremely quiet warhorse intimately used its head to support Ryan's palm, and Ryan looked at the extremely excited great wizard McKen.

Even when the Highland Warhorse is standing, its back is 2.5 meters high. How come this warhorse looks almost as tall as he is?

"It's not an instant thing for a warhorse to grow physically, and these potions are just ordinary stuff, not dragon blood."

Mage McKen rolled his eyes at Ryan.

"If you can get unlimited dragon blood, this warhorse can become the size of a Highland Warhorse today."

If not, then you can only raise it slowly. Warhorses eat grass and meat. In the breeding of the first generation of warhorses, even Warcraft meat and hay soaked in extraordinary potions or wild grass with magic are needed.

Only in this way can the warhorse grow taller and bigger little by little, and become as terrifying as the Highland Warhorse.

"Natural growth is impossible, and it will take a long time. You'd better get more extraordinary materials, or power related to dragons, dragon blood, etc..."

Mage McKen didn't force it.