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Chapter 341: Advancement and Departure
Chapter 341: Advancement and Departure
"Regarding the Primordial Dragon, Your Excellency Ren, do you have any knowledge about it?" Olana reported, pausing for a moment before turning to Ren.
"Your Excellency Olana, could you please provide some information about the Primordial Dragon?"
Although Ren had previously witnessed the Red Queen Menia's Red Dragon and had a cursory understanding of the dragon species within the Dragonguard Empire from the books he consulted, the information on the Primordial Dragon was merely a passing mention without much description.
On the other hand, the books provided a clearer introduction to the Empire's Five-Colored Giant Dragons, which were categorized into Red, Green, Yellow, Blue, and Black Dragons.
"Alright, Your Excellency Ren, the Primordial Dragon is completely different from the Five-Colored Giant Dragons that our Dragonguard Empire takes pride in. Logically, the Primordial Dragon should have long disappeared into the vast river of history."
"But for some unknown reason, from time to time, in some remote areas, these surviving Primordial Dragons are occasionally discovered, just like this Primordial Dragon named Colossus."
Admiral Edward was very supportive of Ren's journey to the Frostwind Tundra, especially since his personal mission was elevated to an official operation, making many aspects of the mission more convenient.
For a moment, Ren seemed to have arrived in a mysterious space, where he practiced the spell 'Sharpening Spell' for over a decade. His incantations had become instinctual, and the syllables were compressed faster and faster!
"Ren, I want to go with you!" Anna said seriously.
"Chirp~"
"I know why Lagrelle hasn't contacted you or me! She probably doesn't want us to worry about this matter, and she certainly doesn't want to involve you in the troubles her clan is currently facing."
"Lord Ren, you plan to go there in person?" Olana's beautiful eyes widened as she asked.
"Thank you, Lady Olana. Your analysis is very helpful."
"By the way, have you received any news from the white-furred ogres?" the Chief Priest named Crowley asked, tilting his head.
After all, the enemies Ren faced now were not amateurs. The speed of their battles was extremely fast, and it was rare to have even half a second to cast a spell calmly.
He had just sent someone to inform Neor and the others to come over.
However, he encouraged the primitive tribes, mercenaries, and others to harass and attack them.
After further contemplation, Ren instantly invested all 6 skill points into the spell 'Sharpening Spell.'
"Yes, Admiral Edward has just seen off Duke Victor and the Falcon Federation delegation. He should have just returned to his office," Olana smiled slightly.
Seven or eight black-robed Black Flame Cultists, with flames patterned on their sleeves and collars, were standing high on a nearby mountain, watching the migrating barbarian tribe from a distance.
In other words, it still wasn't fast enough!
Bloodwing chirped at the right moment, as if agreeing with Anna.
Ren watched the people below, who were gradually shrinking into black dots. Soon, the entire Munster, built along the mountain, was fully visible beneath him.
He had already refused Neor and the others, so it was even less likely he would take Anna with him.
"This griffin has a limited carrying capacity."
After all, flying in the sky was much more dangerous than it currently is.
It must be a female friend!
With the 'Sharpening Spell' suddenly increasing from level 6 to level 12!
"Early divination, after the 'Sharpening Spell' can significantly enhance the combat effectiveness of using sharp weapons, increasing the combat power by at least 15% to 20%."
"But, the flying risk would be much higher otherwise."
"Besides, the Primordial Dragon has been extinct for thousands of years. How could it suddenly appear."
She had long wanted to write to Ren, but soon after her return to her tribe, the situation in the Frostwind Tundra began to destabilize.
"We'll attack when they are exhausted."
"Therefore, I judge that once the melee combat-skilled barbarian tribe encounters the Primordial Dragon Colossus, the outcome will likely be catastrophic."
"Huh?"
"No need, I plan to go and return quickly, riding Blood Feather Grifin. It will take about three days to reach the tundra."
"Currently, it's level 6, and to reach level 12, it needs 6 skill points."
The group of several thousand barbarians was migrating, stretching for over ten miles.
During this time, she experienced numerous extremely dangerous battles and successfully broke through her limits.
As for why he chose to enhance this spell, it's because the 'Sharpening Spell' matches well with Ren's Epic Class 'Thousand Blades King.'
"Is it a mission?" Angus couldn't help but ask. "No, I have a friend there who is in trouble, so I need to go."
He was now the Diamond Star Swordbearer of the Munster Swordbearer Sub-branch, essentially an imperial civil servant. Leaving the jurisdiction required approval, report.
"ThisThis,"Olana walked to Ren's side andnd the the.nd. the the the look at the map,"Olana, the efficient woman, walked to Ren's side, presenting a simplified map of the empire before him.
"0.1 seconds of casting time, almost as fast as innate spells!"
In Admiral Edward's office.
Vereer and Angus exchanged glances, all showing a look of realization.
"Huh? Captain, you're going to Frostwind Tundra? That's quite a distance," Neor couldn't help but exclaim.
Except for a few blunt weapons, such as two-handed warhammers and staffs, the 'Sharpening Spell' can be cast on other sharp weapons, as long as the casting speed is fast enough.
"Alright! Then prepare, we'll leave later."
"Chief Priest Crowley, when do we act? The gathered knights and mercenaries can't cause much trouble to the barbarians, they scatter at the first touch."
"This""
"The role of mercenaries is to harass, preventing the barbarians from getting sufficient rest, significantly reducing their combat capability."
Ren had just informed his team about his upcoming trip to Frostwind Tundra.
The recent news about the Primordial Dragon from Olana had prompted Ren to make this decision.
"Thank you, my lord. I'll be careful."
A burly barbarian named Yon, with braids on his head, spoke in a deep voice, "The Black Flame Cult... we'll wipe them out one day! By the way, the Chief Priest wants to see you. Go see him when you're done here."
"But, my lord, if it's just us, wouldn't it be difficult to deal with the Barbarian Chieftain and the High Priest? They're both legendary figures."
Olana analyzed the situation thoroughly.
After informing his team, Ren quickly spoke to his family and then updated Jennifer, the elegant lady, about the situation.
"Alright, I'll prepare a letter of passage for you. Consider this an official mission."
"Has the deputy of the town's security force been promoted to the official position?"
Left side of the Frostfall Mountains.
A few minutes later.
"Actually, Lagrelle didn't contact me. I learned about this from the Swordbearer's internal sources," Ren immediately shared the information he had obtained with Anna.
There were rarely opportunities to cast those seemingly powerful high-level sorcery spells that required long incantations to decide the outcome of a battle.
"Alright, I understand."
In an instant, a flood of memories about the sorcery spell 'Sharpening Spell' surged into Ren's mind.
Over the past six months, the Norton Tribe and the Black Flame Cult had clashed numerous times, with the cult mostly observing from a distance.
The Imperial Dragon Knights had worked tirelessly for years, clearing out many dangerous areas that could be eliminated by humans, thus establishing the current airship routes.
As for Admiral Edward, Ren was confident he could convince him.
The others couldn't help but turn their heads, looking at Ren in surprise, wondering why their captain had suddenly decided to travel to the distant Frostwind Tundra.
It was the basic metal sorcery spell, 'Sharpening Spell'.
"My lord, your wisdom is truly commendable." The subordinates, relieved that they wouldn't have to directly confront the barbarians, began to flatter the Chief Priest.
Ren checked his attribute panel and saw that he had exactly 6 skill points remaining.
"Could this rumor be true?" Darius's eyes widened in disbelief.
Although he had heard about it before, he had always thought it was just a rumor.
"Yes, Chieftain Darius, they didn't attack us. They just watched from a distance as we left."
Ren focused his attention on a very practical sorcery spell that he hadn't had time to enhance with skill points.
"Whoosh!"
Ren had mastered the 'Sharpening Spell' to the point of near-perfect control. He could cast it with a mere thought.
"Hmm? Frostwind Tundra? It's not safe there lately. Do you have to go?" Admiral Edward frowned slightly, trying to dissuade Ren without asking for the specific reason.
"What?!"
Ren's Mansion.
"Friends?"
"Then forget about them." Darius, an unusually tall barbarian, finally showed a relieved expression, and said.
"Even in the Draconic Warrior form, you can use sharp weapons in conjunction with the Sharpening Spell. It's quite versatile."
"Hmm?"
The most eye-catching member of the team was a massive Highland Yak with deep brown fur, pulling hundreds of rugged carts.
"Do Druids really have such an affinity with animals?" Ren had no idea how to dissuade Anna.
"As usual, they keep their distance and occasionally send people to harass us."
However, after casting the 'Metal Transformation Spell' and 'Sharpening Spell' several times in succession, Ren furrowed his brows.
The battleaxe's wide and shiny blade was stained with dark red blood, indicating a recent battle.
"Then, you can transit at Beverley Pass in Kaswes Province to avoid the Giant Griffins in the Beverley Mountains, and you can head north from there."
Lagrelle, who had been listening to the conversation between the Chieftain and the High Priest, thought of Ren far away in Myester Province.
"Yes, I have a friend there. I need to pay a visit. By the way, how long would it take to reach Frostwind Tundra if we ride flying mounts?"
"Also, you have a task while I'm away. Keep an eye on Myester and Rosby County, including the situation with Myester and the Norton Tribe. But don't take on missions beyond your capabilities."
"She should've told me about something this important."
"Yes, now we must unite to face the upcoming challenges." High Priest Rom nodded.
Ren nodded and said, "Lady Olana, do you have any recommended flight routes?"
Even a Great Knight wouldn't be of much help in the current difficult situation the tribe was facing.
Ren's hand instantly transformed into a short spear, and almost simultaneously, a silver light enveloped the sharp spearhead.
Two figures soared into the sky, swiftly disappearing into the horizon.
"Rest assured, in a few days, High Priest Erickson will personally lead a team here, and he will take care of these two guys."
"But the problem is, there are several dangerous places in the northern part of the empire, like the Thunder Mountains, where rare Thunder Elementals reside. They launch lightning attacks at any creature flying nearby, even Imperial Dragon Knights must avoid their path."
"You're too kind, but if you truly decide to go to the Frostwind Tundra, perhaps you should inform Admiral Edward first."
"I understand!" Anna suddenly realized, her expression filled with enlightenment.
At this moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and muttered to himself, "But before we depart, there's a Sorcery that can be enhanced."
"That's great!" Anna was delighted. — Frostwind Tundra, Northern Region.
Leading the group of barbarians was a female warrior in leather armor, carrying an exceptionally eye-catching giant round shield on her back and wielding a massive steel battle axe in her hand.
The barbarian migration team was several miles behind, at the northern foothills of the Frostfall Mountains.
But facing the crisis before the tribe, she no longer had the thought of writing a letter, fearing that too much information would be revealed through her words.
"Thank you for your support." Ren bowed slightly, expressing her gratitude.
"Lady Olana, I wish to make a trip to the Frostwind Tundra," Ren suddenly said at this moment.
"So, my suggestion to you is, it's better to make a stopover."
Although these barbarians generally don't cast Sorcery, relying solely on physical strength in battle, they are fearless and fight with great coordination.
Suddenly!
In other words, the opponent's strength was basically intact.
To prevent the enemy from reacting, the casting time should ideally be controlled within 0.2 seconds.
A team of twelve Frost Wolf Knights was seen returning quickly from behind, apparently returning from reconnaissance.
"Captain, let's go together, if there's a problem to solve, it's better to have more people."
Seeing the Sharpening Spell reach Lv. 16, Ren smiled with satisfaction.
"Captain Lagrelle, how's the situation behind?" A tall Wildman warrior asked loudly.
"You're not suitable for the long journey, and there might be battles ahead. It's better for you to stay here." Ren shook her head.
Ren and Anna waved goodbye to the crowd seeing them off, and immediately, the Blood Feather Gryphon flapped its wings vigorously, surrounded by a pale blue air current.
The opponent probably didn't expect him to go to the Frostwind Tundra, but he still helped him choose a suitable route.
"Since you have a flying mount, my suggestion is to make a stopover at Hammerfall Fortress in Marcus Province, bypassing the Hammerfall Mountains to avoid the Black Fog Cyclone."
Ren's words startled Olana, nearly jumping up.
This is why the more powerful the wizard, the more they rely on their innate Sorcery and several particularly proficient spells that are almost instantaneous to decide the outcome of a battle.
Although it was Blooming Moon, the weather in the Frostwind Tundra remained cold. Every breath of the giant yaks released two thick, white air currents from their noses.
"Generally speaking, if you were to take the Imperial Airship, it would require six stopovers, from here to there, and then to... approximately seven days."
Half an hour later.
"Of course, regarding the barbarian tribe, the intelligence only showed a rough location, in the northern Frostfall Mountains of the tundra. So, you'll need to spend time searching for and catching up with them."
Ren hadn't considered bringing Anna along.
"High Priest Erickson will personally handle it? Then there's nothing to worry about." The Black Flame Cultists behind them smiled and spoke.
On the cart were piled up daily necessities, including tents, clay pots, animal skins, and more. Surrounding the cart were elders and children of the barbarian tribe.
"Now we're the thorn in the Black Flame Cult's side, a flesh wound. If you were in this situation, what would you choose?"
"Hmm, I'll come." Ren nodded.
"Level 12 Sharpening Spell will consume Golden Skill Points, right?"
Lagrelle didn't want to involve Ren.
This speed was actually enough for the enemy to react.
The next second, Ren's hand held a Level 12 Sharpening Spell, and the silver light similarly enveloped the sword almost instantaneously.
"Rest assured, we'll handle things here."
Ren nodded, impressed by Olana's exceptional skills.
Although Ren often practiced Sorcery, she was currently only at Level 6 (133/30000), and casting the Sharpening Spell required about one point of time.
Since they were heading north.
So, Ren controlled the Blood Feather Gryphon, flying not towards the plains but circling around the majestic Hosska Mountains.
Soon, a continuous stretch of hilly terrain gradually came into Ren and Anna's field of view.
"What a beautiful scenery!" Anna exclaimed, gazing at the endless green forest and the wildflowers blooming in the distance.
(End of Chapter)
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