Throne of the North

If it was a variety of disputes between the nobles, there was no need to hide the purchase of weapons from Ryan.

There are only two behemoths in the whole world that deserve the nobles to hide their glorious bloodlines.

If it doesn't happen in the war with the empire, then is the Holy See?

Besides the Empire, who else is so brave?

Ryan was meticulous, but he didn't think of any reason.

The first meeting naturally cannot reach a deal. Ryan left a token for Brendan, and both parties need more trust.

The progress of time brought too many variables, and Ryan tried his best to get the big ship under his feet back on track.

He returned to the permafrost and entered Niedhog.

The place where it landed was not far from the sea, where the alchemist Rose was taking a group of alchemist apprentices and craftsmen to replicate the shipbuilding base in the territory of Viscount Melendez.

"This is impossible to succeed. When we were under the Viscount, we could build a thirty-meter-long ship in three years. It is impossible for you to complete it within one month."

The craftsmen were excited to quarrel with the alchemist apprentices, and their status was blurred when it involved their expertise.

However, they still have basic rationality. Dean Rose and others dare not approach it. The giant python in the shadow was too scary. The powerful extraordinary could easily kill all of them.

"There is nothing impossible. The purpose of an alchemist is to convert all matter, just one month, why can't it succeed?"

"We can use alchemy to replicate your boards, all the wood boards, all the nails, and everything you need. Why can't we succeed?"

"Why did that ship sink? It must be because you mud legs didn't give the correct data!"

The alchemist also blushed. Ryan came to the shore and stood beside Rose and looked at the ocean. There was a wreck of ships, and the semi-finished ship sank in the ocean.

"There is no possibility of floating up at all. I still think it is simple. This ship is very precious."

Rose said as he looked at the black-sailed boat. A small boat actually contained a lot of precious knowledge that even the alchemist could not understand.

"These craftsmen dare not lie. A few days ago, they saw two giant dragons fighting in the sky, with their dusk family members and the tide dragon."

"But the materials made by alchemy only look like ships and cannot float on the sea."

Rose was also very confused. This should not be the case.

"Can't you use alchemy?"

"Your idea is not very good."

Ryan smiled.

"The dream of every alchemist is to achieve the legend of the Sage Stone. In the eyes of the alchemist, everything can be explained by alchemy."

"Even if it's magic."

Rose turned her head, looked at Ryan, and said leisurely:

"The alchemist has never said this, and no alchemist dares to say it."

"That's what you said."

Ryan was a little embarrassed. Didn’t the alchemist say it?

Master Ryan was unwilling to admit his random fabrication, so he could only continue to say:

"I have read some extraordinary heritage books, and the alchemist said this. In short, the problem is definitely not alchemy."

"You want to say that I don't have enough skills, right?"

Rose blew the hair on his forehead, and he was not angry.

"I am not qualified to say that I have already started on some extraordinary path, such as magic and alchemy."

Legend is the obsession in Rose's heart. As he sees, only by becoming a legend can one be qualified to say that he has an understanding of a extraordinary path.

But every road he was stuck in the holy realm.

"If the war between the Empire and the Holy See became even hotter during this period, I probably wouldn't have too much time to come here."

"The ship's problem must be solved. I don't want to feel that I can clearly see those things but can't get them."

Ryan and Rose talked about some of the recent war between the Empire and the Holy See, which became more urgent than Niedhog.

Because Ryan now has the ability to influence the direction of the Empire and the Holy See to a certain extent.

Having this ability means he has more qualifications to make use of this war.

Niedhog's ship is important, but no matter how important it is, it is to help Ryan gain more wealth unless Surtel kills the demigod tidal dragon Isabella, or vice versa...

Forget it, it can't be reversed. In short, as long as Surtel does not have a big move next, Niedhog will not be the top priority for Ryan.

"Would it be too heavy?"

Ryan looked at the shipwreck that did not drive bullets in the sea. This should be reasonable. In the past, I saw the shipwrecks on the screen and there was no movement.

"Too heavy?"

Rose's eyes lit up in an instant, and the next moment the shadow under her feet turned into a huge crystal python and rushed towards the wreckage.

Not long after, a large number of ship fragments were brought to the alchemists.

"Count them for weight!"

Rose said majestic order.

Indeed, although boatmen have superb skills, they do not understand any systematic shipbuilding skills. As Melendes's slaves, their craftsmanship has been passed down from generation to generation.

These craftsmen can only build ships using cognitive materials.

Is the wood in Viscount Melendez's territory the same as the wood in the dragon world? Are the planks they use to build ships the same as the planks that alchemists transform using alchemy?

The surface is the same, but the essence is different.

A pontoon boat is so big that the craftsman can feel the weight with his palm and it is not much different, but for a large ship, every place is a little different, and the overall difference is huge.

The answer came out quickly, but the craftsmen could only scratch their heads looking at the dense numbers.

In this world where even nobles cannot enjoy the full education, how can craftsmen know the meaning of numbers?

They don't know how to write their own names, let alone how much experience the size of the numbers represent in their daily lives.

"The planks transformed by alchemy don't have to be so thick, right?"

Ryan said, weighing a piece of wood in his hand. The hardness of the wood is very high, and the flexibility is not low. This is a tree that will not break even if a dragon flies over.

The craftsmen began to chop new wooden boards, and the alchemists were also transforming new wooden boards, trying to achieve the same strength as the craftsmen on a smaller scale.

Ryan was dazzled.

He had never understood the alchemy of this world.

Magic and the like were still understandable, and those that could not be understood were just understood with force, but alchemy was too much of a hodgepodge. In Ryan's view, it was the entire world's technology tree, growing on a branch, all squeezed together.

Without any classification, mathematics, physics, chemistry, astronomy, geography, and genes, plus billions of extraordinary condiments, cooked into alchemy.

Just like now, Ryan saw these alchemists roughly chopping the wooden boards into pieces, and then under a burst of dim color, the pieces turned into two wooden boards again.

Ryan waited, but the two powerful beings in the sky would not wait. The blue tidal dragon grew a second pair of wings, and the flapping wings covered the sky. Although it was still as small as a moth in front of Surtur, the huge wave vortex raised by Isabella was no less powerful than the heavy punch thrown by Surtur.

[Ant! ]

Surtur roared angrily, and flames burst out from his body, falling into the ocean and turning into orange-red lava in an instant.

He was angry that Isabella, an ant, dared to go against him, and he was also angry at his current strength. He was still sleeping, and his power could not be exerted at all, otherwise this tidal dragon would have been wiped out long ago.

But the facts cannot be changed. The huge waves of the tide submerged the lava, and Surtur's power became even stronger in the tide because he was angry.

He walked out of the flames, and the flames in the one-armed Surtur's hand gathered into a big sword, and in an instant, he chopped down at Isabella.

No one can refuse the gift of the gods, even if it is a big sword with endless flames and murderous intent.

Isabella could not avoid Surtur's attack. The hot and violent energy in the flames drowned the dragon like a waterfall. As the big sword fell, the huge four-winged tidal dragon was left with only a white skeleton.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one book, one bar!

It's still alive.

The white bones flapped their wings, and the energy of the endless tide gathered towards it. The flesh and blood were reborn, and the majestic dragon was returning.

[Seeking death! ]

Surtur's anger made him even more powerful, and he punched Isabella, but... He had left the flames.

In an instant, the entire ocean boiled, as if a boiling lava suddenly fell into a pot of cold water. The ocean exuded a thick white mist, and the origin of the world's tides meandered in all directions in the sky toward Surtur, like a giant python, and like a rope, entangled Surtur tightly.

He left the flame, but it was difficult to return to it.

And all this was too far away from mortals. The battle and roar far in the sky, the mortals on the land could only look up blankly, watching the bright and dim light in the sky.

By the time they reacted, the terrible battle had fallen into a stalemate.

"Surtur actually left the flame, but the tidal dragon was gone, and his flesh and blood were burned. It was the power of the gods, and its injuries should not be light."

Lian said this. He saw the whole process of the battle and turned back to look at the frost dragon Areris who landed not far away.

"Isabella was seriously injured. I don't know where she hid. Is it possible for us to kill her?"

Areris looked at Ryan sarcastically.

"As long as she is in the sea, no one can kill the demigod tidal dragon. You underestimated Isabella and the dragons of Nidhogg."

"Forget it..."

Just as Ryan was about to say something, he suddenly trembled all over and looked at the end of the distant vision, where the fire giant Surtur was struggling.

"He is conveying information to me."

"The origin of this world is broken."

"The world that looks calm on the surface has already been riddled with holes."

"Without Isabella's obstruction, Surtur's flames will eventually flood all the lands of Nidhogg."

After Ryan finished speaking, he waited silently until dusk came.

Thousands of dusk followers appeared in the sky and the ocean. They frantically followed Surtur's will and attacked the land of Ethir in the north. The war between dusk followers and dragon tribes entered a white-hot stage.

"The Dusk followers are fearless and brave. This war will not last long."

"I'm going back and ready."

Ryan looked at Arris, who screamed and roared:

“You need more support.”

Ryan returned to the frozen land, and the nobleman Brendan, who came from the south, had not yet visited him, and Ryan received a reply from Count Clayton in his priority.

Ryan wrote a letter to ask Earl Clayton, and the reply was still fast, and the Earl's father seemed to be very idle recently.

"Want me to go to Calais?"

Ryan looked at the reply and frowned. How could he ask himself to go to Calais Province?

"Some things cannot be said in the letter."

Ryan could only think of this reason. After thinking about it, Ryan still planned to go to Calais Province.

Not just this, Ryan also wants to know more about the Empire and the Holy See. In the north, he really had a disgrace to this war of faith. For example, he still doesn't know that Brendan ·The origin of Ignazio.

"I will go to the Earl of Clayton, the Frozen Territory only needs to pay attention to the food in the swamp and the defense of the fortress in the north, and other things are waiting for me to come back."

Ryan said to Avril and Atria that when the entire frozen soil was not available, only these two people had the power and ability to stabilize the hearts of the people.

Avril is the baubles and Atria is the chief consul.

"Why go there?"

Avril asked a little nervously and pulled Ryan's hand.

"I wanted to leave Niedhog first, but Surtel gave me a message and my father's letter, which forced me to deal with those two great beings first."

"Nidhogg's affairs can be eased, but the two great beings who are waiting for recovery in a deep sleep cannot be left alone."

"Whenever the Dragon God or the Demon Dragon wakes up, we will face the blow of destruction, and all previous efforts will disappear."

"The Father should mean to exile them."

"But...why do you want to go?"

Avril was still puzzled, but Ryan said with a smile:

"My father is a great nobleman, and his every move is in the sight of the empire. He has no suitable reason to come to the north, and I need to go and open the door."

Ryan thought about it almost the same, and his purpose in going to Calais Province was to open the door.

"The war has begun, and even the frozen soil must be prepared, so I have to go to the northern border before heading to Calais."

"That Archbishop Adriana, I need her support for me within the Holy See."

Ryan suddenly found himself very busy. Emperor Flor's war order caught him, the baron in the north, off guard, and in one sentence, the whole world was centered around him.

"One day, I can change the fate of the world with every move."

In the wind and snow, Ryan said with such envy on the war horse.