Chapter 350: Winterhold College (Two Chapters in One)

At this time, in the tent not far away, Melita, as a wizard, had a keen sense and could vaguely hear some kind of female cry coming from outside.

This made her rub her eyes and stand up to listen. Soon, she determined the direction, and at the same time, her fair face turned red.

Although she had never eaten pork, she had at least seen pigs run.

What kind of sound was this? Melita naturally heard it.

"Pfft, this is too loud. Lord Ryan is too careless about the impact."

"Hey, but Miss Anna is right next to me?" Melita glanced at Anna who was sleeping soundly because of drinking beside her, and was quite surprised.

"If it's not Miss Anna, who would it be?" Melita frowned.

"Could it be that barbarian girl? It seems to be called La Grey?"

"Well, the barbarians are indeed open-minded."

This made Melita, who likes gossip, alert in an instant.

She was about to get up and eavesdrop, but when she thought of Ryan's strength, she was afraid that she would be discovered as soon as she approached, which would be embarrassing.

After thinking about it, Melita could only open a small gap in her tent, and then try to prick up her ears and listen

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After three fierce battles, Ryan smiled at Lagre lying in his arms.

The barbarian girl in her sleep looked relaxed, with a large area of ​​white beauty on her chest, showing in front of Ryan's eyes. Her golden hair was wet with sweat, and strands of it were hanging down in a mess.

The exquisite face and wild breath are perfectly mixed, with a special charm.

When Ryan thought of the exciting battle just now, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The sky was slightly bright.

"No! I forgot to go back." Lagre suddenly opened her eyes, quickly got up and started to put on her clothes.

Ryan was naturally awakened by Lagre's movement.

After persuading her to no avail, Lagre looked around and hurriedly ran out of Ryan's tent.

But as luck would have it, someone came out of the opposite tent, so Lagre turned around immediately and slowed down her pace.

"Huh? Lagre, you got up so early, are you here to find Ryan?" Anna, who was just sleepy, saw Lagre suddenly appear nearby and said.

"Ah good morning! Anna, yes." Lagre blushed, but pretended to be nothing and greeted Anna.

"Sure enough, Miss Anna is simple. Tsk tsk, you don't know how wild this barbarian girl was last night." Melita, who watched this scene, couldn't help shaking her head in her heart.

After a while, Anna returned to the tent again.

At this time, Anna noticed Melita's slightly haggard face, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Melita, why are your dark circles so heavy? Didn't you sleep well? I remember you and I went to bed early last night."

"Ah? Yes. Is it so obvious?" Melita replied absent-mindedly, and then immediately cast an ice crystal spell as a mirror to check.

"Oh my God. It's really obvious." Melita looked at herself in the ice mirror with a frustrated expression.

"Didn't sleep well yesterday?"

"Yes. I've been suffering from insomnia and dreaming recently."

"Don't worry, don't worry about your college. Ryan will help you with it." Anna seemed to think of something, and suddenly realized it.

She thought Melita was worried about the safety of Winterburg College.

"Uh-huh!" Melita felt a bit amused and sad about Anna's comfort.

In fact, it was Lord Ryan who gave me dark circles, Melita said in her heart.

After breakfast, in the center of the Norton tribe's migration team.

A group of elite barbarians, led by the high priest Rom and the patriarch Darius, are seeing Ryan off.

"Sir Ryan, I wish you a safe journey."

"By the way, this is a small gift to express my gratitude." High priest Rom handed Ryan a black bag from the tray held by the barbarian girl next to him.

"The bag contains soul crystals, which are also the spoils we have captured from so many battles with the Black Flame Cult. They used this to hire many powerful wandering wizards."

"This is too expensive. Your Excellency the High Priest, you are too polite." Ryan was stunned and waved his hand to refuse.

The Norton tribe has experienced a series of wars, and the population has been reduced by nearly one-third. It is a time when they need money. This soul crystal is of great significance to them.

"Sir Ryan, please accept it. I don't need to use the entire Norton tribe anymore, and I can hardly use the others." High Priest Rom pointed to the barbarian warriors who were all sturdy and obviously took the path of strength, and said.

"This" Ryan frowned slightly, and understood in his heart.

This is really the truth.

"Let's do this, I will accept the soul crystal, but I also have a gift in return, please accept it."

After thinking about it, Ryan took the black bag containing the soul crystal, and took the glow ingot that he had exchanged in the Sword Bearer Branch from the Blood Feather beside him, and handed it to High Priest Rom.

"This is the glow ingot, according to..."

"High-purity holy stone!!" In fact, Ryan didn't need to introduce it, and the chief of the Darius tribe beside him had already exclaimed.

"Yes, according to what you said, it is the holy stone. When mixed in weapons, you can make pyroxene weapons, which have very good lethality against some evil creatures." Ryan said with a smile.

Darius and Rom looked at each other and smiled bitterly: "That's fine! To be honest, Lord Ryan, this is really a gift that the Norton tribe cannot refuse."

In their confrontation with the Black Flame Cult, the low-level barbarian warriors were not at an advantage in the battle.

But if there were a large number of pyroxene weapons, the situation would be completely different.

Seeing this scene, the barbarian girl Lagre looked at Ryan with a gentler look.

However, when it came to riding a mount, Ryan was in trouble again.

The twenty elites supported by the Norton tribe all had frost wolf mounts and knew the location of Winterhold College. They did not need Lagre to lead the way and could arrive later.

The problem also came here. Originally, Ryan brought Anna and Melita and rode the blood-feathered horned beast all the way here.

Now, there is Lagre.

But the barbarian girl was not in a hurry at all, and looked at Ryan with a smile.

"Melita, why don't you sit in front of me?" Fortunately, Anna helped Ryan out.

"Oh, okay, Miss Anna." Melita knew the close relationship between the two girls and Ryan, nodded helplessly, and sat in the front obediently.

Behind her were Anna, Ryan and Lagre.

Fortunately, the three were girls, and Ryan took the glow ingot. With this increase and decrease, Xueyu did not seem to be particularly strenuous.

After several hours of flying, the ice field in the distance appeared in front of everyone.

On the frozen land covered with ice and snow, a towering white tower stood quietly, and some low houses were vaguely dotted around it.

"Is this the Winterburg Academy?" Anna looked at it curiously.

"Yes, Miss Anna. This is Winterhold Academy, the strongest wizard school in the North. We mainly recruit ice wizards. Since ice wizards are relatively rare, we also recruit a small number of wizards from other schools, but the overall number is not large."

Ryan looked from afar, and the white wizard tower rose from the frozen ground like a thorn.

Moreover, there were obviously gusts of white cold wind around the tower, which seemed to be some kind of protective measure, and it looked powerful.

This was also the first time Ryan saw someone else's wizard academy, and he was a little curious.

He couldn't help but think of what the residence of his Bixiu Construction School looked like.

As Xueyu approached, more details of the wizard tower appeared in front of Ryan and the two women.

The tower seemed to be made of pure white ice, integrated into one.

The base was relatively wide and the top was relatively pointed, giving people a very stable feeling as a whole. From time to time, some mysterious and complicated runes would light up on the tower, emitting surging energy fluctuations.

"There are foreign raptors! Pay attention to defense!"

"No, there are people on it, send a warning signal."

"Foreign flying knight, you have invaded the territory of Winterhold Academy, please state your intentions."

Ryan saw a large bird shaped like a white owl, carrying a male wizard in a white robe, approaching them rapidly. The voice just now came from the other party.

"Hey, this is a rare ice giant owl." Anna looked at the other party's flying mount, her eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but whispered.

"Michael, it's me, Melita!" Melita, who was sitting in the front, immediately greeted.

"Hmm? Melita?" Sure enough, the male wizard named Michael followed the voice and saw a familiar face in front of the blood-feathered horned beast.

"It seems that you have also received a message from the academy."

Seeing the people from his own academy, Michael's expression suddenly relaxed a lot.

"Oh, Michael, this is Lord Ryan. I specially invited him to help us deal with the Proto-dragon Corasius." Melita introduced him quickly.

"Huh?" Michael looked at Melita suspiciously, and then looked at Ryan and the others sitting on the horned eagle.

Lord? What Lord?

The young man in front of him was wearing a white wizard robe. He looked less than 20 years old. The two women were about the same age. Neither of them looked like a big shot.

Judging from the aura, he was only a first-level wizard.

Three points weaker than himself.

Can he deal with the Proto-dragon Corasius? What a joke!

"Melita, you were not there in the previous battle between the academy and the ancestral dragon Corasius. Perhaps you don't know much about Corasius's strength."

"In the battle with the other side, a first-level wizard can play a very small role. What is needed is high-end combat power. Just think about it, even your mentor, Dean Batalov, was seriously injured, and you know the combat power of the ancestral dragon."

"However, since he is your friend, you should treat him well." Michael said in a deep voice.

"I also want to invite Lord Luther. Goodbye."

After saying that, without waiting for Melita to say anything else, Michael controlled the Ice Giant Owl to fly away quickly.

"Michael, you..." This immediately made Melita angry.

It's true that I was not at the battle scene between the Winterhold Academy and the ancestral dragon Corasius, but I was on another battlefield and watched Lord Ryan repel Corasius' attack on the barbarian tribe!

Fool Michael!

Ahhh! I'm so angry!

Melita cursed Michael more than a hundred times in her heart.

"Master Ryan, please don't mind. We welcome you at Winterhold Academy. I don't know what has happened to Michael today." Melita forced a smile and said to Ryan with an apologetic look.

"It's okay." Ryan waved his hand and said.

Ryan didn't mind the attitude of Winterhold College.

The reason was simple. He was not invited by Winterhold College, but came to help Winterhold College because of the deal between him and Melita.

As for killing the ancestor dragon Corasius, after Ryan had the ability to transform into the second form this time, he thought he could kill Corasius alone.

So, facing Melita's indignation, Ryan's mentality was very calm.

Soon, Ryan and his three companions, led by Melita, came to the side building of Winterhold College, which was also the place to entertain guests.

"Lord Ryan, Miss Anna and Miss Lagre, you three take a rest first, I will report your arrival to the tutor." Melita said with an apologetic look and bowed slightly.

"No problem." Ryan nodded and said.

His room was exactly in the middle of Anna and Lagre's room.

The room was decorated in a very unique way. On the wooden walls, there were decorations representing the characteristics of the ice field, such as snow deer antlers, white bear skins, and ice worm specimens.

Ryan thought about it and took out the black bag given to him by the high priest of the Norton tribe.

When he opened it, three soul crystals were quietly placed inside.

"Hey, not bad, there are actually three."

You should know that Ryan had only obtained five soul crystals from the high priest when he killed him before. Considering that most wandering wizards would use soul crystals as soon as they obtained them.

The Norton tribe could save three, and it was possible to kill at least ten wandering wizards.

"If one increases by 4%, it can increase my atomization progress by 12%, which is not bad." Ryan's mouth corners slightly raised.

Without much hesitation, Ryan immediately decided to absorb the three soul crystals.

He held the three soul crystals in his hands and quickly operated the Iron Heart Advanced Meditation Method.

As the soul energy crystals were resonated by the advanced meditation method, a wisp of transparent strange breath emanated, and the system prompt also sounded:

[Ding! Soul energy crystals that can improve the degree of mental atomization have been detected. Do you want to accelerate absorption? (Note: System absorption can remove impurities and can be absorbed all at once.)]

"Yes!"

Instantly, Ryan felt that the silver mist in his mind began to increase rapidly, and soon, it expanded to a part of the area.

So far, nearly half of the area in the spiritual sea has been filled with silver mist.

At the same time, a refreshing feeling rose from his mind.

Ryan glanced at the system panel:

Spirit: 64 (atomization 53%)

"Huh? It was 42% before. It stands to reason that with three crystals, the minimum increase of 12% should be 54%. Why is it only 53%?"

Ryan keenly noticed the progress of atomization, which was 1% less than the minimum he had expected before.

"In other words, a soul crystal can barely reach 4%?"

"Sure enough, the effect of this soul crystal will become worse as the atomization process progresses."

"After the atomization progress exceeds 50%, the effect is likely to be only about 3%." Ryan thought to himself.

However, Ryan was not unhappy.

These three soul crystals were given by the Norton tribe, which was also a pleasant surprise. In addition, his atomization progress at this time has exceeded 50%.

This was an unimaginable speed before he set out.

Originally, Ryan expected to reach the threshold of entering the second-level liquefied wizard in about a year.

But according to the current progress, at most half a year, at least a few months, he can enter the second-level liquefied wizard.

This speed is unparalleled!

Of course, this is mainly due to the system's absorption of soul crystals without any sequelae, which is a huge advantage.

After all, for the top nobles of the empire, giving some soul crystals to outstanding offspring is not a particularly difficult thing, but the sequelae cannot be eliminated.

According to the calculation that for every point increase in the degree of atomization, the power of witchcraft increases by 0.5 points, the power of witchcraft currently cast by Ryan is about 26% higher than when he just became a wizard.

This increase in witchcraft is not to be underestimated.

At this time, Ryan remembered the record of the previous battle with the ancestral dragon, but he did not check it, so he immediately flipped through it:

[Congratulations, you defeated the strong enemy and obtained 13 gold skill points! ]

[Congratulations, your will (hidden) attribute has been improved! ]

The King of Thousand Blades (Epic) lv9 requires too much experience points for promotion, so it was not upgraded in this battle, but a lot of gold skill points were given.

Adding his original remaining points, the gold skill points reached an exaggerated 49 points, and the remaining attribute points and remaining skill points remained unchanged, 8 points and 2 points respectively.

As for how to use the gold skill points, Ryan actually had a plan in his mind, but the previous points were not enough, so he did not dare to use them casually.

"Now, it can be improved."

According to Ryan's current strength, the requirements for the use of witchcraft in high-speed combat are getting higher and higher.

Once the casting time of a witchcraft is too long, then it is difficult for this witchcraft to have any practical value.

Generally speaking, the reaction speed limit of ordinary people is about 0.2 seconds, and Ryan has read reports from his previous life that top athletes can reach 0.1 seconds.

But in this world, 0.1 seconds is only the reaction speed of a third-level knight attendant, and after entering the extraordinary, basically, the knight can reach a reaction speed of 0.05 seconds.

In other words, if Ryan wants to make witchcraft and his close combat skills more handy, it is necessary to further shorten the spell casting time.

For example, the 0.25-second witchcraft "Metal Barrier", although it has reached lv12, is still not fast enough.

As Ryan invested 8 gold skill points in the first-level witchcraft "Metal Barrier" at one time, the witchcraft "Metal Barrier" instantly increased from lv12 to lv20!

In an instant, a magnificent memory of the witchcraft "Metal Barrier" poured into Ryan's mind.

For a moment, Ryan seemed to have come to a mysterious space, and he had been practicing the witchcraft "Metal Barrier" for more than a hundred years. For the chanting of the spell, it was like instinct, and the syllables were compressed faster and faster.

In the end, Ryan just moved his lips to complete the spell.

When Ryan digested the memory, he found that the casting time of the first-level metal magic "Metal Barrier" was compressed from about 0.25 seconds to about 0.04 seconds.

It reached a level that even the official knights could not react!

This made Ryan very satisfied.

Ryan used the same steps on the magic "Sharpness" with the investment of 4 gold skill points.

The magic "Sharpness" was also upgraded from lv16 to lv20!

The casting time was also compressed from about 0.1 seconds to about 0.04 seconds.

For these two magics that reached lv20, Ryan can say that he has basically reached the level of magic following the heart.

As soon as the mind moves, the magic is cast.

As for other magics, Ryan plans to improve them slowly first, and find the most matching magics in battle and then improve them.

After all, his ordinary skill points are relatively limited, so he can only focus on improving some of the most practical magics.

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Deep in the ice field.

In the glacier covered with snow, it is almost difficult to see a touch of green.

This is a place that is colder than the Frost Tundra and has a worse climate.

In a tall cave on a snow-white glacier, a huge proto-dragon was swallowing a seal-like creature, which looked like Colasius.

The white-haired bear monsters on the side of the ice field were waiting in line with struggling manatees and seals.

After Colasius was injured, he needed to eat a lot of food to speed up the recovery of his injuries.

This important task naturally fell on the shoulders of the white-haired bear monster as a follower.

"These foods do not contain enough energy."

"I need better food." Colasius' chest shook, and suddenly, a buzzing sound of speaking echoed in the ice cave.

"This."

The white-haired bear monsters looked at each other, and the bear monster priest was also embarrassed.

You know, food on the ice field is already scarce, and they have put a lot of thought into hunting these walruses and seals.

Moreover, for hunting and transportation, his own people didn't eat much, but he didn't expect His Majesty Koracius to despise it.

Just when the bear monster priest was at a loss, suddenly, a white-haired bear monster came to report quickly, saying:

"Great king, Lord Diam is visiting."

Diam is also a proto-dragon wandering in the ice field, but his body is only more than 20 meters. Normally, he would not dare to hang around in front of Koracius, but he heard that Koracius was seriously injured, so he dared to come.

Obviously, the other party came this time to find out about Koracius's true and false.

"Oh? Let it in." A light flashed in Koracius's huge dragon eyes, and I don't know what he was thinking.

"Lord Koracius, I heard that you were injured, so I came to visit you." With the heavy footsteps of "dong dong dong", a normal-sized proto-dragon folded its flesh wings and crawled into the cave, saying.

"Yes, the damn barbarian, I was seriously injured." Colasius pretended to be weak and showed the bloody side of his back to Diam.