Chapter 383 The Strongest Legend
He finally understood why the building was built like this.
The ferocious species all have their own sense of territory. If two get too close, once the owner is not around, a fight will break out, unless the difference in strength is huge, one side will take the initiative to give in or surrender.
Therefore, a relatively open area is needed to accommodate these huge flying mounts.
At this time, Ryan raised his eyes and took a rough look, and found that many people here were either wearing exquisite knight armor or wizard robes. Judging from the aura he sensed, their strength was quite good, and there were very few quasi-legends, and they were basically all senior legends.
"Sir Ryan, are you surprised? There are seven or eight rare third-level crystal wizards here, and there are also a lot of title knights." Luther on the side saw Ryan's slightly surprised expression and said with a smile.
"Well, these people who participated in the dragon knight reserve assessment are stronger than I expected." Ryan nodded.
The group of people in front of him are almost the essence or the backbone of the young generation of the empire.
But think about it.
If they don't have the legendary strength, even if they can win the favor of the dragon, it is almost impossible to fight with the dragon and form a complete epic combat force.
"That is Prince Kelly's second son, Evan Kelly, 42 years old this year, titled Knight; that is Jerry Moore, from the Moore Guardian family, 53 years old this year, and one of the youngest crystallized wizards in the imperial capital."
Luther was familiar with some old faces because of his experience, and simply pointed to Ryan and Harlowen.
Hmm? 53?
42 years old is considered young, Ryan can understand, but isn't 53 a little too old?
However, Ryan thought about it and thought that for a third-level crystallized wizard, 53 is indeed very young. You have to know that Batalov, the dean of Winterhold Academy, is over a hundred years old and is also at the crystallized wizard level.
"I heard that there are three places for the official dragon knights this time, so the number of legendary masters attracted is much higher than in previous years. However, we don't have to worry about anything, as long as we can squeeze into the top 30."
"In the end, it depends on whether the dragon likes you." Luther shrugged and said.
The final dragon knight selection is not about people choosing dragons, but mainly about dragons choosing people.
And this time's reserve selection is equivalent to a preliminary screening, selecting a group of people for the dragons to choose.
The point that there are more people than dragons is fully reflected.
"You and Ryan don't have to worry, but I feel it's uncertain. The registration will last for three days, and this is only the first day. I estimate that the number of applicants this time will exceed 100. It's difficult for me to squeeze into the top 30." Harlowen sighed.
Harlowen is much younger than Luther. Although he is also a title knight, his combat effectiveness is slightly inferior.
"Three places?" Ryan was more interested in the number of places mentioned by Luther just now. He didn't know whether this was considered a lot or a little.
"Yes, the selection of dragon knights is held every five years. In the past, there were at most two, and most of the time there was only one." Luther explained.
"Indeed, this time it is considered a lot. Dragons have a long lifespan. Although they are powerful, it is difficult for them to reproduce. Compared with humans, the time required for growth is extremely slow. Decades can only allow them to enter adolescence." Harlowen nodded and said.
Soon, the three of them came to a registration point while chatting.
I saw several female staff members in standard white robes busy at the counter. Judging from their aura, they all seemed to have the strength of a third-level wizard apprentice.
Yes, some ferocious species have very violent auras, not to mention dragons. Ordinary people will tremble when they see them, and they can't work normally at all.
"Are you here to register, sirs?" A young white-robed woman bowed slightly and said respectfully.
"Yes." Luther nodded and handed the official letter in his hand to the other party.
"Okay, sirs, wait a moment, I'll register." As the other party took it respectfully, he quickly registered.
"Okay, that's it. My three lords, this is the certificate for the Dragon Knight Reserve Camp, please keep it safe." The white-robed woman handed Ryan and the other two a gray-white scale that was slightly smaller than a palm, and said.
"My three lords, the training after registration this time is not closed. If you have your own job, you can leave at any time, or choose to participate in the part you are interested in."
"But you need to bring your certificate, otherwise you can't enter the camp."
"Okay, thank you." Luther nodded, took the scale and prepared to leave with Ryan and Harlowen.
"Is it ready?" Ryan couldn't help asking, and at the same time he looked at the camp certificate Luther handed him. It seemed to be a dragon scale of some kind of dragon, but it shouldn't be a giant dragon.
"Well, if you need it, you can come to the Dragon Knight Reserve Camp at any time to practice flying skills. One of the contents of the assessment at that time is about flying skills."
"The rest are some general knowledge teachings about dragon creatures. You can listen or not." Luther said familiarly.
"I see." Ryan nodded.
Soon, the three of them headed back home. However, as soon as Ryan arrived at the door of the mansion, he received a message from his mentor Mogaro.
So Ryan said goodbye to Luther and Harlowen and came to Craig Winery. As the cellar rippled, he came to the Bishu Construction School's residence again.
In Mogaro's office.
"Dongdongdong!"
"Teacher." As soon as Ryan entered, he saw his mentor Mogaro, staring at the metal arm debris on the table and pondering.
"Ryan, I studied the metal arm you gave me some time ago. The level of puppetry in the Federation is even higher than that of the Empire." Mogaro, a master who has been immersed in puppetry for most of his life, couldn't help but sigh.
After hearing what Mogaro said, and glancing at the metal arm debris on the table, Ryan immediately understood what the other party was talking about.
On the table was the metal arm debris of Tienan of the Blood Peak Mercenary Group.
Ryan gave it to his mentor Mogaro some time ago, hoping that he would help study it.
According to intelligence, the remains of this metal arm were the work of the top puppet master of the Eagle Federation. Although Ryan joined the Bixiu Construction School, he only studied the puppetry from a book called The Principles of Puppetry.
After studying the remains of this metal arm, he still couldn't figure out many things, so he took it to his mentor Mogaro.
"Teacher, what are the details?" Ryan asked.
"Although its production principle is not complicated, there are two key points. First, its entire production precision is extremely high, and the fit of each joint and gear is almost perfect."
"Even if I want to make similar parts with metal deformation alone, I'm afraid the precision is not enough."
Ryan looked at it and nodded.
This metal arm has complicated parts, and the size of many parts is the same as that of the parts of Swiss watches in the previous life.
If the production precision of the iron combat puppet is millimeter level, then the production precision of this metal arm is at least dozens of times higher, reaching the level of 0.01 mm.
However, he did not agree with the second half of Mogaro's sentence.
He had experimented on his own at that time. With his solidified metal deformation magic, it was not difficult to produce such high-precision parts. It was just a little slower.
This should have a lot to do with his super affinity for metal elements and the unprecedented solidification of metal deformation magic as a natural magic.
For other metal wizards, even if they were second-level liquefaction wizards or even third-level crystallization wizards, who were higher than Mentor Mogaro, they might not be able to use metal deformation magic alone to produce such high-precision parts.
"Secondly, the other party also used some kind of flesh puppet making skills to connect the human nerves with this metal arm. I am not very good at this part of the technology."
"Ryan, this is also the reason why I asked you to come. I want to ask if you are willing to submit this to the school."
"Because after submitting it to the school, the flesh puppet department can also study your thing. At that time, if there are research results, you, the submitter, can get the information sharing for free."
"Of course, if you submit it to the school, you will also get a lot of contribution points as a reward." Mogaro said.
The technology of the flesh puppet department?
No wonder Instructor Mogaro wanted him to come over. Indeed, if it involves the production of flesh puppets, the scope of this skill has exceeded the field that the other party is familiar with.
In other words, the research on the remains of the metal arm requires cross-departmental joint research.
After thinking about it, Ryan nodded and said, "Of course."
Ryan felt that researching such things still required collective wisdom and strength, especially at present, when his research ability was still relatively weak.
In addition, he also wanted to go to the item exchange office of the school to see if there was any witchcraft suitable for him. This exchange naturally required a lot of contribution points.
"3700 contribution points?"
"This is a lot more than expected." Ryan thought to himself, holding a crystal card that was specially used to record contribution points.
He had just handed over the metal arm debris from Tienan of the Blood Peak Mercenary Group to the school. This was because the joint of the arm was severely damaged. Otherwise, the exchange price could be much higher.
Just as Ryan was about to go to the school exchange office, the fine gold badge on his body vibrated.
After thinking about it, Ryan decided to rush back to the headquarters immediately.
When Ryan arrived at the gate of the Sword Bearer headquarters, suddenly, a sound of horse hooves came from behind him.
Ryan turned his head and saw two luxurious carriages slowly appearing behind him. A familiar figure jumped off the first carriage. It was Olena from the Munster Sword Bearer branch.
The other party was dressed in a small suit and a black pleated skirt, looking capable.
Ryan raised his eyebrows and stepped forward quickly.
"Sir Olena, why are you in the imperial capital?"
"Sir Ryan, long time no see." The capable young woman said with a smile.
"But it's not that I don't want to reminisce with you, but there are two adults waiting for you behind." The capable young woman Olena leaned slightly closer to Ryan's ear and whispered.
Hmm?
"Okay!" Ryan had a vague guess.
Sure enough, when he got on the second carriage.
In the carriage, there was Admiral Edward of the Munster Sword Bearer Division and the female major general of the headquarters that Ryan had met twice.
"Admiral Edward, why are you here?" Ryan's eyes lit up and he said in surprise.
"Ryan, I didn't expect you to do such a big thing just after coming to the imperial capital. I was really shocked." Admiral Edward patted Ryan's shoulder affectionately and smiled bitterly.
Ryan naturally knew what Edward was talking about. He smiled and didn't say anything.
"Sit down and talk. This is Major General Tatia. You should have met her." Admiral Edward pointed to the female major general next to him and said.
"Hello, Mr. Ryan."
"Hello, Major General Tatia."
Ryan saw this scene and vaguely grasped something.
It seems that Admiral Edward and General Augustus are likely to be people on the same line. As for the nature of this line, he is not sure.
It may be the supporters of His Majesty the Emperor or a prince, or it may be a political faction.
"For the specific things, let Major General Tatia tell you."
"Okay, Admiral Edward." Ryan nodded and sat opposite the two.
"Sir Ryan, your move this time has stirred up a hornet's nest of conservative nobles, especially the Drum family. They haven't suffered such a big loss for a long time."
"We got accurate intelligence before and intercepted the other party's attack on the Blade Squad of Gnom Province and the robbing of physical evidence."
"The current situation is that the other party is likely to attack you directly."
"Conservatives?" Ryan frowned slightly, and he keenly caught a word.
Since he came to the imperial capital Tamriel, he has been concentrating on improving his strength and has not paid much attention to politics.
Although he does not know much about the current political factions in the empire, he can roughly guess a lot from the three words "conservatives" about the five thousand years of culture of the great country in the previous life.
If there are conservatives, there will naturally be reformers, or so-called innovative factions.
"That's right. The conservatives represented by some old nobles in the empire are very resistant to everything that comes from the Federation."
"Sir Ryan, you should have heard that the cannons on the Federation side can shoot farther than ours. The naval warships have begun to be covered with iron sheets, and the airships have even enabled some kind of device called steam power." "
And the conservatives all resist these new technologies. They believe that the use and spread of these technologies will affect their interests." "
But many generals in the empire, especially in the army, are very worried about this situation. Now the strength of the empire's ordinary army has obviously fallen behind that of the Federation."
"Especially in the past two years, the situation has become more and more turbulent. If the gods revive and choose a human country to start with, will they choose the weak empire or the powerful federation?"
In fact, Ryan basically understood what was going on at this point.
The Dragun Empire has been passed down for more than 2,000 years. Although class solidification and corruption are rampant, and various interest groups are fighting each other, there is no shortage of knowledgeable people inside, especially in the combat department.
Ryan glanced at Admiral Edward on the side. Obviously, the other party is most likely a member of the reformists.
Of course, in the eyes of the conservatives, he is also a member of the reformists.
However, to be honest, Ryan has seen many fights between the reformists and conservatives in the history textbooks of his previous life. In fact, Ryan is not very interested in this, and he does not want to be used as a gun.
But since the so-called conservatives want to attack him, it is embarrassing, and he can only stand on the side of the reformists first.
However, Ryan is very clear that this is an extraordinary world, and the Dragun Empire is an imperial system. The difficulty of any change is far beyond the "Hundred Days' Reform".
The great man of the previous life said that "political power comes from the barrel of a gun"!
According to Ryan's understanding, this sentence is equivalent to "only those with top combat power have the right to speak", so he will be so diligent in improving his combat power.
"And Sir Ryan, you may not know that your incident this time has inadvertently hit the other party's sensitive point. Now, the higher-ups sent me here just to ask you what you plan to do next?"
"Oh? Asking for my opinion? I think the higher-ups should have made a general decision on this matter. Is my opinion important?" Ryan raised his eyebrows.
"Haha, Lord Ryan, you are so young and have already achieved extraordinary strength, so the higher-ups fully respect your opinion."
"If you want to take a step back, then the higher-ups will transfer you to a remote military post, where the conservatives can't reach that far. And your family will be properly settled, and their safety can be guaranteed."
"If you want to have a fight with these families, we will also fully support you. You can rest assured that we will be your strong backing."
"Understood." Ryan nodded, his eyes flickering, thinking quickly.
Go to a remote area to hide?
Although he is far away from the vortex of struggle, he is also far away from the resource center, and his strength improvement speed will be greatly reduced.
More importantly, he can only get a lot of system rewards through fighting.
Therefore, Ryan will not choose this option unless he has to.
"If I choose the latter, do you have a specific plan?" Ryan asked.
"We plan to lift your restrictions in a few days. According to reliable information, you will be attacked once you leave the imperial capital of Tamriel. We hope you can teach the conservatives a lesson."
"The other side has currently summoned a certain number of legendary warriors. The one who needs the most attention is Harold, the 'Sculptor', who is known as the strongest legend."
Hmm? The strongest legend?
Then it's still at the legendary level?
Hearing this news, Ryan couldn't help but look strange and said, "Major General Tatia, are you sure the other side won't send out epic warriors?"
"Haha, you can rest assured. Epic warriors are the empire's heavy weapons. Once they interfere in private fights at will, they will be severely punished by the imperial family."
"However, according to the plan, you need to hold off the opponent's attack for two or three minutes. The personnel we arrange around can complete the complete encirclement of the target. Moreover, in order to prevent the opponent from discovering, you'd better only bring Claire and Beyonce, two team members."
When she said this, the female major general named Tatia also had a serious face.
After all, it is not easy to last two minutes among a group of legendary masters.
The higher-ups made this decision after carefully evaluating the combat power of Lord Ryan.
Although the Sword Bearer Headquarters can equip Ryan with five or even more legendary masters, this is not conducive to the plan, and it is too conspicuous and easy to alert the enemy.
"No problem on my side." Ryan thought about it and nodded.
If there are no epic masters, even if there are ten legendary masters, two minutes is enough.
"Lord Ryan, it would be great if you have confidence, but I hope you will be careful. The other party's Harold is not easy to deal with."
"Oh? Do you have any detailed information about this Harold?"
"Of course, 'Sculptor' Harold, a peak third-level crystal wizard, comes from the large wizard school Isoder School, and is good at rock magic. Rock magic is a variation of earth magic, similar to ice magic in water magic."
Tatia narrated slowly.
"The opponent has too many achievements in the past, but the most eye-catching one is the Imperial Capital War. He received a blow from a divine saint in the state of descent and survived, so he won the title of the strongest legend."
"Received a blow from a divine saint in the state of descent and survived?" This made Ryan's face solemn.
He knew very well that the strength of the divine saint's descent was several times higher than that of the general projection.
Of course, the conditions for the descent of the saint were more stringent. To achieve it, certain prerequisites were required. For example, it was necessary to find a kind of person with a physique collectively called "divine physique" in this world.
Then, the descent ceremony could be performed.
It can be simply understood as finding a container for the gods. Naturally, the strength that can be exerted is also stronger than that of projections without containers.
In addition, different gods favor different physiques.
"That's right, so, Sir Ryan, please don't take it lightly." Tatia said seriously.
"Okay!"
"Then Sir Ryan, please prepare well. The time should be within these two days."
"Ryan, is there anything else you need?" Admiral Edward looked at Ryan and asked when he saw that Tatia had almost finished explaining the situation.
"Not yet. Thank you, Admiral Edward."
When Ryan returned to his room, he closed the door and pondered alone.
Obviously, because of his identity as Anna the Elf, he was gradually involved in a vortex that was getting bigger and bigger. This was very different from his plan when he first came to the imperial capital Tamriel.
Originally, he thought he would have time to study witchcraft in the Bixiu Construction School, but the current situation is that the provocations from the Drum family and the conservatives are coming one after another.
"It seems that we have to teach them a lesson this time." Ryan's face was solemn.
The great man in the previous life said that peace can be maintained by fighting, and peace can be lost by compromise.
Ryan is not afraid of fighting, not to mention that the system is a system that gives experience in battle.
"Since the epic strongmen are equivalent to the strategic nuclear weapons of the previous life, the heavy weapons of the empire, and cannot be used easily, then there is no need to worry too much."
"Of course, we can't relax too much."
"After all, various high-level witchcraft and divine scrolls are emerging in an endless stream, and the power of some witchcraft weapons is also extremely huge. If you are not careful, even the gods may capsize in the gutter, let alone yourself."
Just as Ryan was sorting out his thoughts.
At the Drum family mansion, a group of people got off the luxurious carriage, and this time, the Duke of Drum, with a smile on his face, greeted them at the door of the mansion.
This scene surprised the servants of the mansion.
You know, even in the imperial capital, there are not many people whose status is higher than that of the Duke of Drum, except for the royal family.
(End of this chapter)
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