Chapter 604: Dragon Feast's Intelligence
War Festival, one of the most important festivals in the Warrior Kingdom.
Holding a festival involves a lot of complicated considerations. The specifications, date, and venue are all small issues. One also has to ask for permission from the ancestors, offer sacrifices to the god of war, light beacons, and other more troublesome steps. It is so troublesome that it is simply not in line with the character of a nation of warriors.
The appearance of the mad dragon not only destroyed important sacrificial supplies, but the most important disaster it caused was the interruption of the war ceremony.
Once the ceremony is interrupted, it will be necessary to complete the troublesome steps of worshipping the god of war again, asking for permission from the heroic spirits, etc. The fastest time would be half a month, and that is if there were no obstacles.
But that’s not the case now.
"When we ask the ancestral spirits for advice, why don't they allow the ceremony to continue?"
In the imperial capital, in the royal palace, King Bontowu closed his eyes in deep thought.
Asking the ancestral spirits for advice might seem a bit superstitious in Gong Qiying's hometown, but in this magical fantasy world, it is an absolutely feasible way.
The Warrior Kingdom has always valued the heroic spirits of their ancestors. They believe that even if their ancestors are dead, they can still communicate with their remaining spirits like a riddler through some special rituals. It never hurts to talk to the ancestors before making any major decisions.
Ever since Bontowu became king, he had discussed all the decisions he made with the heroic spirits, and they had agreed every time.
But this time, when he asked the heroic spirits as usual to continue the war festival that was interrupted due to an accident, he received unprecedented opposition.
He was still a little unconvinced at the time and asked a few more times, but each time he got the same negative answer.
As a result, he is now sitting on the throne, racking his brains but cannot figure out the reason.
"This is the first war festival since the reform wave. The Heroic Spirits have expressed their opposition to it. Could it be that..."
He was silent for a moment and shook his head.
"You can't think like that. Reform is our country's only future. The Heroic Spirits' rejection may have other reasons."
No matter how he thought about it, his intuition told him that this seemed to be an ominous sign.
But the Warrior Country is now peaceful.
It is impossible for it to be as dangerous as the original Kingdom of Anor.
Bangtuo was worried that thinking about it any further would affect his determination to promote the warrior reform, so he took over the tasks to be handled today from the guard and started looking through them.
“The battle festival has attracted huge attention in the country.”
He knew about the battle festival. A while ago, Lan Le sent him a message, saying that he had taken a sum of money from him. It was said that he wanted to use the money to recruit warriors who could participate in the battle festival.
It was rare for the other party to be so serious about something, so Bangtow agreed and regarded it as a training for Lanler.
His own evaluation of the battle festival is:
"If I were still young and had not ascended the throne, I would probably rush to the Thane Underground City as soon as I saw the contents of the photo stone."
But not now, because he has things to do now.
"Sen Dungeon, my father and the neighboring king Ainz III are full of praise for you, but so far, you have saved two countries. Every place you set foot in will become prosperous, and even those adventurers who have received your favor are shining."
Bontowu said to himself:
"If you are really that effective, please change the current situation of the Warrior Country."
His exclamation didn't last long.
After seeing a certain piece of news, his brows raised again.
"Another mad dragon."
News of the discovery of the Mad Dragon came to him from all regions of the Warrior Country. Sometimes the dragon was just passing by, and sometimes it would stay for a short time in the area. Every time it stopped, it would do two things:
One is to roar loudly, and the other is to eat the food of the residents.
Noise disturbing the residents and violent food robbery, even though there seems to be no information about Kuanglong killing people, these are enough to make people complain about Kuanglong, and more people are fleeing to safer big cities in panic, and social order is somewhat chaotic for a while.
This matter must be resolved as soon as possible.
A group of dragon-slaying warriors must be urgently summoned.
The guards outside the palace came in and reported at this time.
"Your Majesty, the magic professor is here again, and he still wants to see Master Yunka."
"here we go again"
Bontowu frowned. The magic professor the guard was talking about was Tulsi.
A well-known copyright defender in the Magic Association.
This time she came just to ask Yunka for the money for the magic that he had improved and spread without paying the copyright fees, and to make up the copyright fees for all the magic creators!
It also brought with it the strict requirement that the safety, stability, practicality and continued dissemination of those improved magics must be tested one by one by the Magic Association!
Until the testing is completed, all transmission should be stopped!
"The ghost is still here. I didn't expect it to come to my door so soon."
The Magic Association is an organization established by the most advanced magicians in countries around the world.
Although it has little presence in ordinary people's daily lives, in fact, it is involved in a wider range of areas than the Adventurer's Guild, and their presence can be seen in all walks of life.
In addition, the professors of the association are all outstanding in the field of magic. The energy that can be generated by such a group of people gathering together is...
Even a country of warriors would have a headache if they had to deal with it.
If it would cause such a big mess, then why did they allow Unka's improved magic to spread widely in the first place, and even promote it as the mainstay of warrior reform?
Because, Bontowu and Yunka are gambling.
They bet that they can quickly complete the warrior reform across the country before the Magic Association comes knocking on their door. And the goals they can achieve after the warrior reform is completed will be enough to make the Magic Association forgive the infringement and perhaps even take the initiative to assist them!
But before the plan succeeds, these things must not be known to the Magic Association!
"Tell the magic professor outside that I don't have time right now."
Leaving the guard standing there frowning and thinking of excuses, Bontowu stood up and walked towards the depths of the palace. Finally, he came to a magic circle, injected magic power into it, and activated the magic circle.
The lines of the magic circle emitted a faint light, and his projection appeared in Yunka's magician tower the next moment.
The scene was still dark. Yuenka sat in front of him, looking at him with no expression on her face.
Bonto looked around and saw the broken pyroxene stone suit thrown on the ground.
"Yuenka, I need an explanation."
He felt that he was now speaking very calmly.
Yuenka had promised him solemnly that the end of the war festival would be the time for their plan to come true, but what was the result?
Yunka let out a strange cry at the festival and ran back to the magician's tower. He has not appeared in the past few days and seems to be autistic. It was him, Bangtowu, who was under pressure when Tulsi came to him.
It is hard to describe the guilty feeling I had when facing Tulsi.
“Failed.”
These words came out of Yunka's dry lips.
Bang Towu immediately raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean? Do you know what this word means? You can't say it carelessly."
"Of course I do."
Yuenka's hands suddenly clenched, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but his face remained expressionless as he said:
"All the hard work of the past few years evaporated overnight. Until now, I still can't believe why it disappeared so quickly."
He worked hard for several years to slowly increase the concentration of magical belief in the country, pushing it to near overflowing this year.
Then what?
Nearly half of them evaporated during the war festival!
That’s the progress accumulated over several years!
According to past experience, if you want to increase your progress again after it drops, it will take much longer and be much more difficult than the first time!
It was clear that displaying another wave of magic power at the war festival would allow the concentration to reach the peak, but due to unexpected reasons, half of the progress was lost.
And just recently, he finally understood what was holding him back time and time again.
"Sean Dungeon"
There was finally a wave in Youenka's tone, full of resentment.
The temperature of the entire magician's tower dropped in an instant. Although his real body was not here, Bangtoutou seemed to feel the cold personally.
"I thought it would bring hope and help, but I didn't expect it to be here to muddy the waters."
The great magic sage of the court glanced at the pyroxene stone suit on the ground.
He figured out why he and the Sean Dungeon seemed to be at odds.
What he wants is for people to trust and rely on magic like religious believers believe in God. The most important point of this is to show the "omnipotence" of magic, not to show signs of fatigue in any place, and to create a perfect existence called "magic".
As for the Sion Dungeon, it not only brings dazzling but also very practical magic, with a very high upper limit and sufficient guarantee for the lower limit. People will definitely trust the magic produced by Sion, and no one will be held accountable even if Yunka modifies Sion's magic. So it seems that his goal is a natural match with the Sion Dungeon.
However, the Thane dungeon showed the strength of magic.
Then he immediately used Topps' force field to smash it to pieces.
People's faith in Sen's magic was shattered before it even took shape, and this led to a series of sensational rumors that magicians had no future.
After arriving at the Warrior Kingdom in the Sen Dungeon, changes that were unfavorable to Yunka occurred one after another, including Bernal who taught combat skills, the battle festival of Latan, and the thirty heroes of the Glory Dungeon.
This is not a help at all, it is clearly a disaster that brings disaster.
“Is there any way to stop it?”
Faced with an underground city that cannot be deduced by common sense, even Unka, who possesses amazing wisdom, is unable to figure it out.
Now I can't help but feel very distressed.
"Anyway, let's ban contact for now."
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"Have you heard that there are strange people wandering around in the underground city of Thane?"
"What a strange person! That's Prince Lanle who is trying to attract people!"
"You called me?"
Near the portal of the Sen Dungeon, a Lanler suddenly appeared beside several adventurers who were chatting, scaring them to death.
Lanler smiled the business smile he had shown countless times in the past few days and said:
"You look like you've been through a lot of battles. Are you interested in following me?"
"Sorry, Your Highness, we have to leave first!"
Looking at the adventurers fleeing in panic, Lanler spoke the second half of his sentence in an increasingly low voice.
"Come with me to the battle festival."
“.”
"well."
He looked at the adventurers who were quickly running away from him and couldn't help but sigh.
“Even if you have money, it’s hard to recruit people.”
Most people who are attracted by money are not qualified to challenge the battle festival.
Those who are qualified to challenge the battle festival are unwilling to come under his call.
And don't even think about the reformists; they will never come.
Because Yunka had issued an order to temporarily avoid in-depth contact with the Senn dungeon, the reformists were almost all Yunka's die-hard fans, so they naturally fully accepted his order.
Without the support of the reformists, Lanler suddenly found that he had no one he could use.
He even went to the streets to recruit people, but it was obvious that the effect was not very good.
"Is it all because my reputation is not as good as Temud's?" He rejected the bodyguards around him and sat down in a clean place. He was so casual that he didn't look like a prince. "If Temud was here, he would have a lot of people responding to him if he raised his arm."
His appearance was clearly seen by Temud, who was disguised and not recognized by anyone not far away.
"Lanler actually really wants to participate in the battle festival. I thought he would be a flash in the pan like before."
He was about to help the other person out of weakness, but thought about it.
Although my brother is annoying because he usually goes against me, if he really wants to go to the battle festival, I can help him.
However, the prerequisite is that he must have a convincing reputation. Lanler now needs an identity other than a prince, an identity worthy of recognition by other warriors.
He needs to work hard to obtain these things. If he can do it, then I will help him.
Coincidentally, based on the recent intelligence about the Thane Underground City, Temud had a preliminary idea about giving Lanler another identity.
He said to the guards beside him who were also dressed in the same way:
"Go ahead and pretend to be a passerby and tell him the information."
So after a while, the guards pretended to be passers-by and passed by Lan Le, and the sound of their casual chatting just happened to reach the other party's ears.
"Hey, have you heard that someone killed the flying dragon that was lurking in Lake Yakir?"
"I know that. It is said that the man has been training his sword skills in the forest area of the Thane Underground City for a long time. He has mastered the moves [Dragon Ascending] and [God's Might] to perfection. He is now a professional dragon slayer!"
"That's so cool, can you become a dragon-slaying hero just by learning the sword? That would be so admirable!"
Lanler caught the key words and looked up at these people.
Seeing them walking further and further away, he cast a sound-eliminating magic on his footsteps and followed them quietly.
Not far away, Temood was enjoying himself.
"Not only that, I've heard even more secret information." A guard lowered his voice and said mysteriously:
"It is said that after the sword master defeated the flying dragon Yakir, a line of magic runes appeared in front of him. What do you think they are?"
"What? Stop keeping me in suspense."
"That sentence is [The Great Dragon Feast Church has gained new power]!"
The guard seemed to be excited and said:
"That person got the heart of Yakir. It is said that as long as you can find the Great Dragon Feast Church and swallow the heart inside, you can gain the power of the dragon!"
"In the most ancient times of our warrior nation, weren't warriors like this the ones they admired the most?"
"If someone can do this now, he will be considered a real man by all the soldiers!"
Real man!
This word shocked Lan Le, and he suddenly felt his body getting hot.
He was good at magic and everything, but he had never been praised as a "real man"!
Moreover, as long as you gain the power of the dragon, you will become famous among the warriors?
God help me!
"I heard that the Great Dragon Feast Church seems to be in Gailede, and some people have already set out to look for it."
Before the guard finished speaking, Lan Le straightened his collar, walked over with a smile like a fox, and said:
"Hey guys, how about we talk?"
(End of this chapter)
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