The wizard starts by trimming the donkey's hooves

Chapter 404 Teleportation

As Erida and Alida walked into the villa, they soon arrived at a hall.

There were complicated lines on the floor of the hall, flashing with light green light. Obviously, there was some kind of magic formation set up in the hall.

"What about the movements of other sects?" Erida 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 when she walked outside.

"According to the plan, the Limb Removal Sect, the Black Flame Sect, the Sea God Sect, the Plague Sect, and so on will gradually send people to the vicinity of the imperial capital, waiting for action."

"But I don't know the specific personnel and locations." The old man named Aurelian said respectfully.

Although it is a joint action, each sect is wary of each other and is unlikely to cooperate sincerely, simply because the Empire is currently the common enemy.
-
Imperial capital of Tamriel.

The second floor of the Ryan Mansion.

Suddenly, Ryan looked through the window and saw a tall and hot girl in leather armor appear at the door of the mansion.

The other person was wearing leather armor, but it only covered the vital parts, revealing his wheat-colored skin and clear abdominal muscles. He was carrying a large shield on his back 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, appear in front of them with a smile on his face.

"Lagre."

With a smile on his face, Ryan walked up quickly and held him in his arms.

"Ryan, don't."

Lagre responded enthusiastically at first, but suddenly, she glanced at the window on the second floor of the villa with her beautiful eyes, her face flushed, and she pushed Ryan away.

"Huh?" This made Ryan a little confused.

Could it be that he 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 this moment, Ryan's mother Emma was looking at her and Ryan from the second-floor window with an aunt's smile on her face, which made her a little embarrassed.

What's more, there is more than one relative of Ryan.

At this moment, on the window of another room on the second floor, Mint, with a childish face, was lying, watching this scene with a smile on his face.

Following Lagre's line of sight, Ryan immediately understood, smiled, and said, "Let's go in first."

"Ah."

As soon as the two entered the villa, Bohe ran down from the second floor and blocked them.

"Sister La Ge Lei, why did you take so long to come see me!" Bohe smiled sweetly, rushed over and hugged La Ge Lei, then took each other's hand and held it tightly.

"Mint, long time no see." La Ge Lei 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.

"Hello, Aunt Emma." Lagre bowed respectfully like a lady.

Ryan, who was standing by, smiled inwardly.

He could naturally see that Lagre was still a little nervous when she saw her mother.

It seems that even if they have barbarian blood, they will still be suppressed in the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

In addition, this is the case when mother Emma is just an ordinary person and Lagre is a violent warrior.

"Lagre, you seem to have grown taller again." Mother Emma gestured and exclaimed.

Since Ryan himself was growing taller faster, he didn't notice this.

Now that his mother Emma reminded him of this, Ryan realized that Lagre's height had indeed increased a little, probably because she had transformed into a violent warrior, from around 178 cm to over 180 cm now.

After some greetings, mother Emma saw that Mint was still holding La Gelei's hand, and couldn't help but say, "Mint, let Sister La Gelei 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.

inside the room.

"Why did you take so long to come to the capital to find me?" Ryan said, hugging the girl gently.

Without the prying eyes of her mother Emma and sister Mint, Lagre relaxed a lot. She leaned on Ryan naturally, smiled slightly, and said:
"Not long after I arrived in Munster, I received a message from Dean Batalov saying that the Dragon Soul Potion for you had been prepared. So, Georgia from the Ice Claw Bear Mercenaries and I went back to the tundra."

So that's how it is, Ryan looked suddenly enlightened.

And Georgia?
Ryan immediately thought of the girl in leather armor carrying a bow, the sister of Fandral, the leader of the Ice Claw Bear Mercenaries. She was a little spoiled at the beginning, but her performance was very good later.

As Lagre said this, 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, why don't you 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!"

"Need not."

Just when Lagre was about to say you're welcome, her mouth was blocked.

( words omitted here)

Two hours later, the two men, who had amazing physical strength, finally took a break.

Ryan also felt what was extraordinary among the barbarians - the violent warrior, with his elastic waist and clearly visible abdominal muscles, was a real deadly knife.

At this moment, Lagre was lying comfortably in Ryan's arms, her golden hair scattered naturally, and her delicate face was still flushed.

Judging from her face alone, Lagre doesn't look like a barbarian woman at all.

Only by looking down along the other person's delicate face and the unusually hot body can the wild beauty of the barbarian woman be reflected.

Different from the plump figure of the beautiful woman Jennifer, Lagre's curvy figure gives people the first impression of vitality and fitness.

As if sensing Ryan's gaze, Lagre raised her head slightly, looked at Ryan with her 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's Anna?"

"I heard that she was also in the imperial capital, why haven't I seen her?"

"You're a few days late. Anna just left a few days ago and returned to Ferdinand Forest."

"Huh? I haven't seen her for a long time." La Grey looked regretful.

"By the way, Ryan, don't you want to take a look at the Dragon Soul Potion?"

"it is good!"

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 glow 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, your mental strength will slowly improve, and the effect will last for about three months."

Looking at the cold blue potion in his hand, Ryan could feel his body seem to emit a desire.

I remember that he was also planning to take the Dragon Soul Potion in the later stage of liquefaction.

But he didn't expect that due to the crystallization of divine power, the speed of improvement was so fast that he has now become a third-level crystallized wizard.

Fortunately, Ryan still remembered what Batalov said at the time.

The Dragon Soul Potion has a very strong effect even on Crystallized Wizards. Of course, the effect is best only the first time, and the effect of the second dose will be greatly reduced.

After thinking for a while, Ryan opened the bottle stopper and a strange fragrance wafted out.

He gestured to Lagre to express his gratitude, then raised his head and drank the Dragon Soul potion in one gulp.

As Ryan drank the Dragon Soul potion, he felt a cool liquid flowing down his throat into his stomach. Then, his stomach began to become warm, and waves of heat began to spread throughout his body.

The spiritual sea, in particular, became unusually active.

At this time, the system prompt also sounded:

[Ding! It is detected that the host has taken a special medicine that can enhance the degree of spiritual power crystallization. Yes/No, accelerate the absorption? (Note: System absorption can eliminate impurities and can be absorbed all at once.)]

"Can the drug effect, which was originally released slowly over three months, be absorbed all at once?"

Obviously, accelerating absorption without side effects and converting it into combat power as quickly as possible is naturally a good thing.

Therefore, Ryan immediately chose "Yes!"

In an instant, Ryan discovered that the number of small crystals in the silver liquid in his sea of ​​consciousness began to increase significantly.

It was like the sky changed from a moonless sky to a starry sky.

After a while, the increase of crystals began to come to a halt. At this moment, the proportion of small crystals in the silver liquid was obviously much higher.

And Ryan's aura became increasingly strong and profound.

Ryan glanced at the system panel:
Spirit: 132 (crystallized 13%)

"I absorbed three months' worth of the drug effects at once, so my mental strength increased by 12 points, but more importantly, my crystallization progress increased by 10%."

"The effect of this dragon soul potion is really good!" Ryan's eyes lit up and he thought to himself.

Although Lagre on the side is not a wizard, as a violent warrior, her perception is also very sharp.

She naturally also noticed the change in Ryan's aura, but she thought it was the special effect of the Dragon Soul Potion.

Lagre could never have imagined that this was actually the result of Ryan absorbing the dragon soul potion that he was supposed to absorb for three months at a time.

"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 wizard patterns to further enhance its flexibility and defense."

Lagre stood up, put on a nightgown, took out a set of gray leather armor with a faint witchcraft glow from the bag beside her, and handed it to Ryan.

"Is it the dragon skin inner armor you mentioned last time?" Ryan took it happily and looked at it carefully.

The leather armor consists of shorts and a vest, which is a two-piece set. It feels soft, as if it is tanned calfskin. It is hard to imagine that this is the rough dragon skin on Colasius' body. Although Ryan is not familiar with the production of leather armor, since he is already a witch tailor, he has a basic idea of ​​the difficulty and grade of this leather armor.

"Well, thanks to you, I also got a set, but I used the thick leather from the back of Colasius." Lagre pointed to the leather armor she took off and smiled.

"Boom boom boom!"

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

The voice of the little man Matteo came from outside the door: "Master Ryan, Master Luther and Master Harlowen are waiting for you in the living room downstairs."

"Okay, I'll be right down."

At this time, Ryan remembered that he, Luther and Harlowen had an appointment to go to the Dragon Knight Reserve Camp today.

"Ryan, go ahead and do your work. I also need a break." The barbarian girl, who had just been nourished, happened to be a little tired. It would be great for her to have a short rest.

"Okay, you can tell the servants anything you want."

In the reception room.

Seeing Ryan walking into the reception room, Luther's eyes widened as he sensed something. He said, "Hey, Mr. Ryan, why do I feel like your strength has improved again?"

"Huh?" Hallowen on the side was stunned at first, but then he almost completely copied Luther's expression and looked at Ryan in surprise.

"Hey, you all saw it 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, both with surprise in their eyes.

It seems that Lord Ryan in front of us is becoming more and more valued by the Sword Bearer Headquarters, and even this extremely precious potion can be obtained.

Since the three people's flying mounts had been reported, the three of them soon rode their flying mounts and arrived at the Dragon Knight Reserve Camp located in the Sixth Ring Road.

As soon as he entered the majestic camp that resembled a Colosseum, Ryan discovered that there were more people this time than the last time he came.

"Come on, Lord Ryan, I'll take you over there to practice first." Luther said familiarly.

"it is good."

For Ryan, he was the one who came here the least often among the three. Even Harlowen had come to the camp many times recently and familiarized himself with some flying and 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 on their backs. The leader was about two meters tall, with particularly eye-catching leg muscles.

"Hey, this is Carl, the disciple of the Tide Sword Master. Do you know him?" Hallowen couldn't help but look at Ryan and Luther in confusion and said.

At this time, Carl, with a beard, looked at Ryan with burning eyes and said, "This is Mr. Ryan, right?"

"It's me!" Ryan also looked at the other person.

He had already vaguely guessed the other party's intention.

If he remembered correctly, Greenwood had learned swordsmanship from the Tide Sword Master.

"I have heard of Lord Ryan's achievements and I admire him very much. It is not surprising that Greenwood is not your opponent, but..."

"There have been some rumors recently that after Lord Ryan defeated Greenwood, he was not very respectful to my teacher, the Tide Swordmaster. So, I would like to compete with Lord Ryan."

"Hmm?" Ryan understood after a little thought.

Someone must be spreading some bad rumors behind the scenes, and Carl in front of him was used as a gun.

Moreover, judging from the other party's expression, it seemed that the misunderstanding was very deep and could not 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:

"Sir Karl, the truth is not what you heard, but if I say I didn't say that, you definitely won't believe me."

"It's okay, I accept your challenge."

Karl was stunned at first, as if he didn't expect Ryan to deny it, but he quickly reacted and said, "Okay, then thank you Sir Ryan for your advice."

The others on the side naturally became excited when they saw someone competing.

After all, at their level, people value reputation more and generally won't easily compete.

Luther and Harlowen looked at each other without saying anything. Instead, they looked at Carl meaningfully and then quietly stepped away.

Lord Ryan's strength has just improved, and he has already shown up to be our opponent.

How can I stop him?
Soon, a large area was vacated.

"Hey, who was the wizard fighting against Carl? I don't think I've seen him before." Many people on the field were relatively familiar with Carl, but Ryan was only the second time to appear in the camp, so many people asked about him.

"Karl is a true disciple who has received the secrets taught by the Tide Sword Master. He has practiced teleportation in the water, which is a huge advantage in fighting against wizards."

However, there are still many people who hold different opinions.

"It is true for others, but not necessarily for that person."

"Oh? Who is he? He looks very young."

"You don't even know him?"

"Harold the Sculptor 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 precisely because of this, they can better understand the strength of Harold, who is known as the strongest legend.

There were several people present whose strength was not inferior to Harold, but none of them were sure of defeating Harold, who was good at earth-based witchcraft.

"It seems like it's hard to say who will win."

At this time, an old man in a gray wizard robe, holding a short staff, said with a wry smile, "Mr. Ryan, Mr. Carl, you two are the 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 cannot be damaged." Carl bowed slightly and said.

"This" old man named Hernandez, when he heard Carl move out the Tide Sword Master, didn't know how to persuade him for a moment.

"Well, you two must show mercy." Hernandez shook his head and took a few steps back.

on the field.

Ryan looked at Carl a few times, focusing on his muscular legs. He stayed there for a few seconds, combining the words of the people around him that had just mentioned the tides, sword training in the sea, and teleportation.

As a top weapons master, Ryan thought about it for a moment 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.

"scold!"

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 suddenly shattered, and large and small stones flew into the air.

"Shh!"

Just when a large number of rocks flew into the air to the highest point about two meters above the ground, Carl drew his sword!
The speed of the sword was so fast that it was almost impossible to distinguish with the naked eye. One could only slightly see Carl's wrist move and a circular arc of light flashed by!
In an instant, hundreds of rocks of all sizes in front of him, as if blessed by electromagnetic catapults, suddenly turned from an almost stopped state in mid-air into cannonballs, whizzing towards Ryan!

For a moment, the sky full of rocks and dust obscured Ryan's vision and buried him in the "sandstorm".

Suddenly, Carl moved.

His whole body stretched out a long, curved line.

And on the broken line, Carl's figure is everywhere.

Overall, it looks like a slow-motion cartoon, with each frame being a continuation of the action in the previous frame.

The onlookers could clearly see Carl's two-handed sword move from the tip of the sword pointing down, to both hands raised high, and then to the heavy leap up and chopping down. Each movement was broken down into dozens of coherent and orderly figures, and each figure was clearly identifiable.

But more than a hundred figures lasted for less than a second, and then started from the last one, as if being absorbed by the previous one, and moved forward at a very fast speed!
In an instant, Carl rushed into the smoke and dust, appeared above Ryan's position, and made a heavy leap downwards!
"It appears! Teleport!"

"I didn't expect Carl to use the ultimate ultimate move, Teleportation Slash, right at the start! It seems like he is very afraid of this Lord Ryan."

"Well, after all, Harold was defeated by the other party."

When Harlowen and Luther saw Carl's attack, they couldn't help but frown.

Even though they had great confidence in Ryan, they couldn't help but feel a little worried at this moment.

Because the opponent is too fast, capsizing in the ditch is not uncommon in competitions.

Every year there are examples of people who are clearly stronger than their opponents but accidentally lose because they are not paying attention.

"clang!!!"

At this moment, a deafening collision sound was heard!
"Sigh~"

"So powerful!" 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 clearly what was going on inside.

Suddenly, as if from the collision just now, a transparent circular airflow suddenly rushed out from the smoke and dust to the surroundings.

But this also immediately cleared up the smoke and dust at the scene.

Ryan was still in the same position in the field, motionless, but now he was wearing a set of thick armor that strangely emitted a strong witchcraft aura.

Carl, still in the posture of jumping and slashing, swung the greatsword in his hand diagonally at the position above Ryan's shoulder, but after slashing into two-thirds of the witchcraft armor, he could no longer cut in.

Just as Carl was looking surprised and was about to put away his sword and fly away, Ryan smiled slightly, raised his hand slowly but quickly, and grasped the two-handed 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 Ryan's palm.

As Ryan's strength reached the level of a third-level crystallized wizard, he could display a little more of his metal-based witchcraft than before.

Although he has metal transfiguration as his innate magical skill, he can actually transform his opponent's metal weapons in an instant.

However, in order to avoid attracting too much attention, he extended the duration of the spell to just over one second.

But even so, it is enough to amaze everyone!

"Hiss~This."

"This is a rare metal-based witchcraft!"

"If I remember correctly, this should be Metal Transfiguration."

(End of this chapter)