Chapter 404 Teleportation
As Ereda and Ailida walked into the villa, they soon arrived at a hall.
There were complicated lines on the floor of the hall, flashing light green light. Obviously, some kind of witch array was arranged in this hall.
"What about the movements of other sects?" Ereda lifted her hood, revealing a beautiful face. If it weren't for the red Ouroboros mark on her forehead, anyone would think she was a harmless beautiful girl walking outside.
"According to the plan, the Limb Removal Sect, the Black Flame Sect, the Sea God Sect, the Plague Sect, etc. will send people to the vicinity of the imperial capital one after another, waiting for action."
"But I don't know the specific personnel and locations." The old man named Aurelian said respectfully.
Although it was a joint action, the various sects were wary of each other and could not cooperate sincerely, just because the Empire was currently a common enemy.
——The
Imperial Capital Tamriel.
The second floor of Ren's mansion.
Suddenly, Ren saw through the window a tall and hot girl in leather armor appeared at the door of the mansion.
The other person was wearing leather armor, but it only covered the vital parts, revealing wheat-colored skin and clear abdominal muscle lines. He was carrying a large shield and a single-edged battle axe on his elastic waist. Who else could it be but Lagre?
The guards at the door were about to ask Lagre who she was looking for, when they saw their master, Ryan, who had already appeared in front of them with a smile on his face.
"Lagre."
Ryan smiled, walked up quickly, and hugged her in his arms.
"Ryan, don't."
Lagre responded enthusiastically at first, and suddenly, her beautiful eyes glanced at the window on the second floor of the mansion villa, and her face flushed, and she pushed Ryan away.
"Hmm?" This made Ryan a little confused.
Could it be that she was shy because the guards were around?
"Upstairs." Lagre whispered.
In fact, for the cheerful and generous Lagre, there was nothing to be embarrassed about being hugged or kissed by Ryan, after all, she had already decided on Ryan in her heart.
But the problem was that at the second floor window, Ryan's mother Emma was looking at her and Ryan with an aunt's smile, which made her a little embarrassed.
What's more, there was more than one of Ryan's relatives.
At the window of another room on the second floor, Mint, who looked young and tender, was also looking at this scene with a smile.
Following Lagre's line of sight, Ryan immediately realized, smiled, and said, "Let's go in first."
"Yeah."
As the two entered the villa, Mint jumped down from the second floor and blocked the two.
"Sister Lagre, why did you take so long to see me!" Mint smiled sweetly, rushed over to hug Lagre, and then took each other's hands and held them tightly.
"Mint, long time no see." Lagre took the initiative to kiss Mint's pink face and said.
At this time, Ryan's mother Emma also came down from the second floor with a smile on her face.
"Aunt Emma, hello." Lagre respectfully bowed like a lady.
Ryan, who was standing by, smiled inwardly.
He could see that Lagre was still a little nervous when she saw her mother.
It seems that even if they were of the barbarian bloodline, they would still be suppressed in the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
In addition, this was when mother Emma was just an ordinary person and Lagre was a violent warrior.
"Lagre, you seem to have grown taller again." Mother Emma gestured and exclaimed.
Since Ryan's own height grew faster, he didn't notice this.
Now after mother Emma's reminder, Ryan realized that Lagre's height was probably a little taller because she had entered the violent warrior, from the original 178 to the current 180.
After a brief greeting, mother Emma saw that Mint was still holding Lagre's hand, and couldn't help saying, "Mint, let Sister Lagre have a good rest."
"Ryan, take Lagre to have a good rest." Mother Emma turned to Ryan and said.
"Okay, mother."
Lagre's pretty face blushed again. She always felt that the words "have a good rest" seemed to have a hidden meaning.
In the room.
"Why did you come to the capital to find me after so long?" Ryan said, hugging the girl gently.
Without the prying of her mother Emma and sister Mint, Lagre relaxed a lot. She naturally leaned on Ryan, smiled slightly, and said:
"Not long after I arrived in Munster, Dean Batalov sent a message saying that the dragon soul potion for you has been prepared, so Georgia from the Ice Claw Bear Mercenary Group and I went back to the tundra again."
So that's it, Ryan's face suddenly understood.
And Georgia?
Ryan immediately remembered the girl in leather armor with a bow on her back, the sister of Fandral, the leader of the Ice Claw Bear Mercenary Group. She was a little spoiled at first, but she behaved very well later.
As Lagre said, she took out a long wooden box from her waist bag and handed it to Ryan.
"Here, Dragon Soul Potion!"
Ryan took it, but did not open it immediately.
Instead, he looked at Lagre carefully. Obviously, the barbarian girl in front of him cared more about his affairs than her own safety.
"Ryan, don't you want to open it and take a look? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Lagre couldn't help but feel a little strange.
Why was Ryan looking at him like that?
"Thank you!"
"No thanks."
Just when Lagre wanted to say you're welcome, her mouth was blocked.
(Ten thousand words omitted here)
Two hours later, the two men with amazing physical strength finally rested.
Ryan also felt what is extraordinary among the barbarians - the violent warrior, the elastic waist with clearly visible abdominal muscles, can be said to be a real deadly knife.
At this moment, Lagre was seen lying comfortably in Ryan's arms, her blonde hair naturally scattered, and her delicate face was still flushed.
Judging from her face alone, Lagre didn't look like a barbarian woman at all.
Only by looking down along the other's delicate face, the unusually hot body can reflect the wild beauty of the barbarian woman.
Unlike the plumpness of the beautiful woman Jennifer, Lagre's bumpy figure gives people the first impression of vitality and fitness.
As if sensing Ryan's gaze, Lagre slightly raised her head, looked at Ryan with a pair of deep blue eyes, and said:
"What are you looking at?"
Just as Ryan was about to speak, Lagre seemed to have thought of something, blinked, and said: "By the way, Ryan, where is Anna?"
"I heard that she is also in the imperial capital, why didn't I see her?"
"You came a few days late, Anna just left a few days ago and returned to Ferdinand Forest."
"Huh? So, I haven't seen her for a long time." Lagre looked regretful.
"By the way, Ryan, don't you want to take a look at the Dragon Soul Potion?"
"Okay!"
Ryan naturally treasured the Dragon Soul Potion that Lagre brought with great effort.
When he opened the wooden box, he saw a bottle of azure blue potion emitting a faint witchcraft aura, placed inside.
Seeing Ryan open the wooden box, Lagre suddenly remembered the instructions of Batalov, the dean of Winterhold College at that time, and said:
"By the way, Ryan, Dean Batalov said that after taking this dragon soul potion, the mental power will slowly increase, and the effect will last for about three months."
Looking at the cold blue potion in his hand, Ryan could feel that his body seemed to have a desire.
I remember that he was still planning to take the dragon soul potion in the late stage of liquefaction.
But I didn't expect that because of the crystallization of divine power, the improvement speed was too fast. Now he has entered the third-level crystallization wizard.
But fortunately, Ryan still remembered what Batalov said at that time.
The dragon soul potion has a very strong effect even on crystallization wizards. Of course, the effect is best only for the first time, and the effect of the second time will be greatly reduced.
After thinking about it, Ryan opened the bottle stopper, and a strange fragrance floated out.
He gestured to Lagre to express his gratitude, and immediately raised his head and drank the dragon soul potion in one gulp.
As Ryan drank the Dragon Soul Potion, he felt a cool liquid flow down his throat into his stomach. Then, his stomach began to warm up, and waves of heat began to spread throughout his body.
Especially the spiritual sea, which became unusually active.
At this time, the system prompt also sounded:
[Ding! Detected that the host took a special potion that can improve the crystallization of spiritual power. Is it accelerated to absorb? (Note: The system absorption can remove impurities and can be absorbed all at once.)]
"Can the drug effect that originally lasted for three months be absorbed all at once?"
Obviously, accelerated absorption without side effects and converted into combat power as soon as possible is naturally a good thing.
So, Ryan immediately chose "Yes!"
In an instant, Ryan found that the number of small crystals in the silver liquid in the spiritual sea began to increase significantly.
It was like a sky with sparse moon and stars turned into a starry sky.
After a while, the increase in crystals began to come to an end. At this moment, the proportion of small crystals in the silver liquid was obviously much higher.
And Ryan's aura became more and more rich and profound.
Ryan glanced at the system panel:
Spirit: 132 (crystallization 13%)
"I absorbed the effects of the three-month medicine at once, so my mental strength increased by 12 points, but more importantly, the crystallization progress increased by 10%."
"The effect of this dragon soul potion is really good!" Ryan couldn't help but brighten his eyes and thought to himself.
Although Lagre beside him was not a wizard, as a violent warrior, her perception was also very sharp.
She naturally noticed the change in Ryan's aura, but she thought it was the special effect of the dragon soul potion.
Lagre had no idea that this was actually the effect of Ryan absorbing the dragon soul potion that was supposed to be absorbed for three months at once.
"By the way, Ryan, here is this set of inner armor, which is made of the soft skin of Corasius's abdomen. The wizards of Winterhold College have added special witch patterns to further improve the elasticity and defense."
Lagre put on a nightgown and stood up. From the bag beside her, she took out a set of gray leather armor with a faint witchcraft aura and handed it to Ryan.
"Is this the dragon skin inner armor I mentioned last time?" Ryan happily took it and looked at it carefully.
The leather armor consists of shorts and a vest, a two-piece set. It feels soft to the touch, as if it were tanned calfskin. It is hard to imagine that this is the rough dragon skin on Colasius' body.
Although Ryan was not familiar with leather armor making, since he was already a witch tailor, he had a basic idea of the difficulty and grade of making this leather armor.
"Well, thanks to you, I also got a set, but it's made of the thick back leather of Corasius." Lagre pointed to the leather armor she took off beside her and smiled.
"Knock, knock!"
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
The voice of the short Matteo came from outside the door: "Lord Ryan, Lord Luther and Lord Harlowen are waiting for you in the living room downstairs."
"Okay, I'll be down right away."
At this time, Ryan remembered that he, Luther and Harlowen had made an appointment to go to the Dragon Knight Reserve Camp today.
"Ryan, go ahead and get busy. I just want to take a break." The barbarian girl who had just been nourished happened to be a little tired. It would be great if she could take a rest.
"Okay, you can tell the servants anything."
In the living room.
Seeing Ryan walk into the reception room, Luther sensed it for a moment, and his eyes widened. He said, "Hey, Lord Ryan, why do I feel that your strength seems to have improved again?"
"Huh?" Harlowen on the side was stunned at first, but then he almost completely copied Luther's expression and looked at Ryan in surprise.
"Hey, you can see this at a glance. Indeed, I just took a bottle of potion to enhance my mental strength." Ryan smiled and deliberately concealed it.
Luther and Harlowen looked at each other, and there was some surprise in their eyes.
It seems that Lord Ryan in front of them is getting more and more attention from the Sword Bearer Headquarters, and even this kind of extremely precious potion can be obtained.
Since the three people's flying mounts have been reported, soon, the three people rode their flying mounts and came to the Dragon Knight Reserve Camp located in the sixth ring.
As soon as they entered the majestic camp that looked like a colosseum, Ryan found that there were more people this time since his last visit.
"Come on, Lord Ryan, I'll take you over there to practice first." Luther said familiarly.
"Okay."
For Ryan, he was the one who came the least often among the three. Even Harlowen had come to the camp many times recently and familiarized himself with some flying combat skills.
Suddenly, three sturdy men wearing gray and white linen coats came over from the left side of the three people. They were dressed simply but had a two-handed sword behind them. The leader was about two meters tall and his leg muscles were particularly eye-catching.
"Hey, this is Carl, the disciple of the Tide Sword Saint. Do you know him?" Harlowen looked at Ryan and Luther in confusion and said.
At this time, Carl, with a beard on his face, stared at Ryan with a burning gaze and said, "Is this Lord Ryan?"
"It's me!" Ryan also looked at the other party.
He had already vaguely guessed the other party's intention.
If he remembered correctly, Greenwood had learned swordsmanship from the Tide Sword Saint.
"I have heard of Lord Ryan's record and I admire him very much. It is reasonable that Greenwood is not your opponent, but..."
"There are some rumors recently that Lord Ryan did not respect my teacher, Tide Sword Saint, in his words after defeating Greenwood. So, I want to compete with Lord Ryan."
"Hmm?" Ryan understood after a little thought.
Someone must have spread some bad rumors behind the scenes, and Carl in front of him was used as a gun.
Moreover, from the other party's expression, it seems that the misunderstanding is deep and cannot be cleared up in a few words.
But after thinking about it, Ryan felt that he still had to say something to express his attitude:
"Lord Carl, the facts are not what you heard, but if I say I didn't say it, you will definitely not believe it."
"It doesn't matter, I accept your challenge."
Carl was stunned at first, as if he didn't expect Ryan to deny it, but he quickly reacted and said, "Okay, then thank Lord Ryan for your advice."
And the others on the side, seeing someone having a competition, naturally became excited.
After all, at their level, they value reputation more, and generally will not easily fight.
Luther and Harlowen looked at each other, but did not say anything. Instead, they looked at Carl meaningfully and quietly retreated.
Lord Ryan's strength has just improved, and he is offering himself to be an opponent.
How can we stop him?
Soon, a large area of the venue was vacated.
"Hey, who is the wizard fighting with Carl? I don't think I have seen him." Many people on the field are relatively familiar with Carl, but Ryan only appeared in the camp for the second time, so many people asked about it.
"Carl is a true disciple who has learned the secrets of the Tide Sword Saint. He has practiced the teleportation slash in the water. He is really an advantage in fighting against wizards."
However, many people still hold different opinions.
"It is true for others, but not necessarily for that one."
"Oh? Who is he? He looks very young."
"You don't even know him?"
"Harold the 'Engraver' was defeated by him."
"What?! Is this the adamantium-level swordsman Ryan?"
Many people exclaimed.
As participants in the assessment, their strength is at the same level as Harold, but it is precisely because of this that they can better understand the strength of Harold, who is known as the strongest legend.
The strength of several people present is not inferior to Harold, but they are not so sure to defeat Harold who is good at earth-based witchcraft.
"It seems that the outcome is hard to say."
At this time, an old man in a gray wizard robe, holding a short staff, smiled bitterly and said: "Sir Ryan, Sir Carl, you two are pillars of the empire. It would be bad if you were injured by mistake."
"Can you give me some face?"
"Mr. Hernandez, the teacher's reputation must not be damaged." Carl bowed slightly and said.
"This" The old man named Hernandez didn't know how to persuade Carl when he heard that Carl had brought out the Tide Sword Saint.
"Well, you two must show mercy." As he said that, Hernandez shook his head and took a few steps back.
On the field.
Ryan looked at Carl for a few times, focusing on the opponent's muscular legs. He stayed for a few more seconds, combining the words mentioned by the people around him just now, such as tides, sword training in the sea, and teleportation.
As a top weapon master, Ryan thought for a while and roughly understood the opponent's swordsmanship style.
At this time, Carl slowly took off the two-handed sword on his back and bowed slightly to Ryan.
"Shh!"
The next second, Carl stomped the ground with his left foot.
It seemed that this kick contained a special force. The ground several meters in front of Carl was suddenly shattered, and large and small stones flew into the air.
"Shua!"
Just when a large number of rocks were lifted to the highest point about two meters above the ground, Carl drew his sword!
The speed of his sword was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye. One could only see Carl's wrist move slightly, and a flash of arc light flashed by!
In an instant, hundreds of large and small rocks in front of him, as if blessed by electromagnetic catapults, suddenly turned from a state of almost stopping in mid-air to cannonballs, whizzing towards Ryan!
For a moment, the sky full of rocks and smoke blocked Ryan's sight and buried Ryan in the "sandstorm".
Suddenly, Carl moved.
His whole body drew a long, curved line.
On the line, Carl's figure was everywhere.
Overall, it was like a slow-motion cartoon, and each frame of the picture was a continuation of the action of the previous frame.
The onlookers could clearly see Carl's two-handed sword from the tip of the sword down, to the hands raised high, and then to the heavy leap up and chop down. Each action was decomposed into dozens of coherent and orderly figures, and each figure was clearly identifiable.
But more than a hundred figures, which lasted less than a second, began to move forward at a very fast speed from the last one, as if being absorbed by the previous one!
In an instant, Carl rushed into the smoke and dust, appeared above the position of Ryan, and jumped down heavily!
"It appeared! Teleportation Slash!"
"I didn't expect Carl to use the top-level ultimate teleportation slash at the beginning! It seems that he is very afraid of this Lord Ryan."
"Well, after all, Harold was defeated by the opponent."
When Harold and Luther saw Carl's attack, they couldn't help but frowned slightly.
Even though they were very confident in Ryan, they couldn't help but feel a little worried at this moment.
Because the opponent was too fast, and the incident of a boat capsizing in the gutter was not uncommon in the competition.
Some people who were obviously stronger than their opponents were not careful for a while, but accidentally lost. There are examples every year.
"Dang!!!"
At this time, a deafening collision sounded!
"Hiss~"
"So strong!" At this time, two or three people in the crowd seemed to have seen the situation inside clearly through some special witchcraft or ability, and exclaimed.
The others all looked up and squinted, trying to see the situation inside clearly.
Suddenly, as if it was the collision just now, a transparent circular airflow suddenly rushed out from the smoke and dust to the surroundings.
But this also made the smoke and dust at the scene clear up immediately.
I saw that Ryan was still in the original position in the field, motionless, but he now had a set of thick armor that strangely exuded a strong witchcraft aura.
And Carl, at this time, still kept jumping and slashing, the big sword in his hand slashed diagonally at the position above Ryan's shoulder, but after slashing into the witchcraft armor two-thirds, it could no longer cut in.
Just when Carl was surprised and was about to put away the sword and fly back, Ryan smiled slightly, raised his hand slowly but quickly, and held the two-handed big sword in Carl's hand.
The next second, the two-handed sword in Carl's hand melted like a candle, and soon turned into a lump of iron, which was held in the palm of Ryan's hand.
As Ryan's strength entered the level of a third-level crystal wizard, he could show a little more of some metal-related witchcraft than before.
Although he has metal transfiguration as his innate witchcraft, he can actually transform the opponent's metal weapon in an instant.
But in order to avoid attracting too much attention, he still extended the casting time to just over one second.
But even so, it was enough to amaze everyone!
"Hiss~ This..."
"This must be a rare metal-related witchcraft!"
"If I remember correctly, this should be metal transfiguration."
Thank you for the reward from Happy and Lucky!
(End of this chapter)
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