Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Casting two teleportation spells in a short period of time made Teclis very tired.

Teleporting a person carrying the will of the gods has never been an easy task, and Imrik has many Slann magic protection barriers on his body, which makes Teclis very tired. No wonder the mages of the royal court always want to resign.

After playing around for a while, Imrick was in a good mood and threw the sword to Teclis: "Why don't we have a competition? We still have some time before we reach Altdorf. Your legendary sword cannot be used as a decoration."

The Sword of Teclis, a powerful artifact that symbolizes the status of the Supreme Archmage, is an important symbol of his status as a Spell Swordsman... but it is also the most useless weapon.

After forging it with his own hands in the basement of the White Tower of Hoeth, Teclis had used the sword very rarely. At least in Imrik's impression, no one had appeared who could force him to fight with a sword.

Teclis waved his staff gently, keeping the standard sword aloft. "My brother Tyrion would be happy to challenge you... but as for me, perhaps the Phoenix King does not want to be known as a bully of the disabled."

"Heh." Imrik didn't say anything. Teddy's body had completely taken on the appearance of a descendant of Aenarion. Although he was not as good as a human monster like Tyrion, he still had the level of a normal magic swordsman.

However, he really has no talent for swordsmanship. Any servant in the Dragon Palace can beat the martial arts of the Supreme Mage.

The sword was kept by Teclis and casually given to a sailor as a reward, saying that it was a weapon once used by the Phoenix King.

The Supreme Mage came to the monarch and said silently: "You seem very happy... But don't mention Menil. I have heard many people say that you think this summit is not as important as Menil's fourth birthday."

"Don't talk nonsense, this summit... may decide a lot of things." Imrik's veto made Teclis look sarcastic. If you didn't have to attend, you would probably still be taking care of your grandchildren in the Dragon Palace.

But Imric continued, "Although I really want to spend my birthday with Menil, it's also nice to visit the Old World occasionally... Speaking of which, Teclis, have you ever accepted any human disciples since Volan?"

"No... but there are occasional contacts with the Altdorf School of Magic, and the current chief wizard, Bayershazer Gelt, is a man obsessed with alchemy."

Obsessed with alchemy...which meant that Teclis had little interest in him.

Tigris has studied many fields, but most of the time he has spent time on medicine and astrology. The former is due to his physical disability, and the latter is due to his former identity as Lilith's chosen one.

The real expert in alchemy is Caledo. This is a very ancient science. How to make a piece of crude steel into a weapon that can kill the enemy, how to turn stone into gold through various weird experiments, and the emerging gunpowder technology can all be included in alchemy.

"I heard that Bayershazer Gelt is also interested in engineering." Imrik glanced at Teclis, hoping to get relevant information about the Empire's Chief Mage from him.

Bayershazer Gelt, the incarnation of the Golden Wind, is in no way inferior to the elven wizard in talent. The fact that he was able to build a wall to resist chaos is enough to demonstrate his ability.

If you can pull it over, that would be the best...

"I don't know much about engineering...you should ask Brockson about that."

The Supreme Mage did not want to answer the question below. What kind of evaluation would he make of Bayershazer Gelt? The human magic system developed very quickly. Ever since Teclis was invited by Magnus to establish a formal mage training institution in Altdorf, a branch different from the Asur magic system appeared.

Human spells are mixed with many traces of witchcraft, and because of their martial and pragmatic qualities, they often do not study the principles of magic.

Since I can let it out, why should I think about it?

This is a legacy issue. Compared to the Supreme Mage who occupies an important position in the Phoenix Court, the Chief Mage, who lacks influence in the Council of Electors, needs to prove to the Empire that they are a powerful help.

"I still like you in the past. At least you were very direct in your words... although it sounds a bit harsh." "You mean... before the Great Crusade?"

"maybe."

"I also like you better before. At least you didn't ask me about the value of a human being."

"hehe."

The two looked at each other and then smiled helplessly.

As he grew older, many of his stubborn ideas gradually melted away. Tyrion, who used to often challenge others in Ulthuan, now stayed in Lothern, helping his old friend Eltharion deal with the military affairs of the royal court.

"Your Majesty, we will soon arrive at Marienburg..." North's words interrupted their memories.

Imrick waved his hand and did not wait for North to say the next sentence: "I don't want to meet any baron family, and I don't want to bother with the people of Nordland. Leave a few people in Marienburg and set off directly to Altdorf."

"Yes."

After North left, there were only two people left at the edge of the deck.

Facing the breeze at the mouth of the Reik River, Teclis looked a little nostalgic. He had also stayed in the Empire for a long time, even longer than Imrik.

He pointed out a way for the imperial wizards to live in the open, and proved to the electors and the church that magic is not only for harming people, but also for making up for the disadvantages you have faced in the face of various evils for many years.

"I still remember Volan... He was a gifted light mage. After successfully guiding the magical wind from the earth into his body, he made a request to me."

"I hope he's not stupid enough to ask you to teach him siege magic."

“No…” Teclis shook his head slowly, his tone a little more sad: “He hoped that I would guide him to learn the Winds of Quesh. I taught him some preliminary methods of sorting the eight winds, but the results were not satisfactory… After his death, a letter was sent to Ulthuan.

With incomparable anger and sorrow, Volan denounced the injustice of this world. He had talent not inferior to that of the Archmage of the White Tower of Hoeth, but due to racial limitations, it was difficult for him to correctly sort the Eight Winds in the two dimensions of spirit and perception... He almost created the seeds of dark magic in the empire.

He has a heart for knowledge, but he doesn't have the opportunity. Race is the biggest limitation on the path of magic."

"You seem to have something to say..." Imrik narrowed his eyes and looked at Tigris, who looked a little sad.

Elves are some of the most successful spellcasters in the world, but only just one.

The most powerful spellcaster is undoubtedly Slann. Even with Teclis's talent, he can only reach the lower limit of the second-generation Slann at best, and is far inferior to the first-generation Big Toad who treats the Big Demon as a ball.

This is partly due to the limitations of the Maelstrom, but more so due to the shackles of race.

Why was the Dragon Tamer known as the most powerful wizard in the world six thousand years ago? Because Lord Kroka died.

Now that Teclis is talking about Volan, Imrik doesn't think it's just a simple sigh. (End of this chapter)