Warhammer Wizard

The New Year is 2529 years.

Ren finished a batch of official duties in the collar, stretched out, and stood up from behind the desk.

He walked to the window and looked at his territory. The cold winter had passed, green grass tips appeared on the large land, and the dry trees were revived.

"Spring is here!"

Ren murmured, and the explanation suddenly sounded in his mind: "Spring has come, everything has recovered, and it's the season of animal mating..."

Before I knew it, I came to Alanus for the third year. The memory of the past life has become a little vague and a little distant, like a lifetime.

In fact, it's a world apart!

"Oh, I can't go back..."

In all fairness, my life in Ellenus was much better than in my previous life, more nourishing, more exciting, and more exciting. If there is an opportunity to return to Earth, he will definitely hesitate, but in the end, he should refuse.

Ren shook his head, left the inexplicable sadness behind his head, and left the window.

He walked out of the study all the way to the teleportation hall of the castle.

"boss."

The two Ultramarines and the half-team of gun-wing knights who were always guarding the teleportation array shouted in unison.

"Well, hard work."

After Ren responded, he stepped into the teleportation array, and the scene in front of him was changed and teleported to Fort Kong.

There are also two extreme warriors and spear wing knights guarding here. In their greetings, Ren passed through the passage and walked inside the fortress. Along the way, the few spear-wing knights he met all straightened their backs and saluted him respectfully.

From the fortress, a gust of cold wind blows.

Although it is already spring, it is still extremely cold on the Saine Plateau. In a year, half of the year is winter, and the canyon is covered in silver and snow.

Ren slightly wrapped his blood-colored cloak to block the cold wind, turned right through the exit of the fortress wall, and entered the martial arts field.

Just arrived at the door of the martial arts field.

He heard the sound of fighting inside, mixed with the sound of weapons crashing, and turned around the wide corridor, and suddenly a huge training field with an area of ​​​​tens of thousands of square meters appeared in front of him.

The ground of the training ground is all paved with flat diamond rock, which is hard and durable.

At this moment, more than 200 spear-winged knights without patrol or guard duty are training hard in the martial arts field. According to their own establishment, every ten people are divided into a team, and each team has an Ultramarine as an instructor, holding a long sword, or fighting with each other to practice, or listening to the lecture next to the Ultramarine.

This is Ryan's arrangement.

In addition to practicing shooting, the gun-wing knights must master an imperial swordsmanship, and the Ultramarines are the best instructors.

The Macragg people are all master swordsmen, and the Ultramarines are even more outstanding. Although they did not seriously learn the swordsmanship used by the Chinese military, the swordsmanship is the same. The gun wing knight is not difficult.

After nearly three months of practice, the Spearwing Knights have made great progress.

Several of the spear-winged knights who are particularly talented in swordsmanship are advancing by leaps and bounds. If they only compete in swordsmanship, they are no longer weaker than their instructors.

Ren was standing at the door of the training ground. Many extreme warriors and spear-wing knights noticed his arrival and looked over involuntarily.

However, Rennes has repeatedly demanded serious discipline, and even himself cannot influence the training.

At the beginning, they were not used to it, but after several severe punishments, everyone finally got used to it and continued their training.

Ren's gaze swept across every spear wing knight.

The Eye of Soul records everyone's status, fills in the database, and refreshes.

Compared with a few months ago, the souls of all the spear wing knights have grown a lot, and the 'dragon blood soul refining potion' made from green dragon blood has been distributed for two rounds. This rare soul refining potion can take effect for more than half a month in a single bottle. It is definitely one of the best training potions for a spear wing knight with only one level.

In addition to the dragon blood soul refining agent, Ren is also generous in other aspects.

All kinds of potions to restore physical, mental, and soul power seem to be free for the spear wing knights to use. In just a few months, Ren has invested more than 100,000 gold shields in potions alone!

There is also equipment, everyone is equipped with a standard enchanted long sword.

Although there is only one "sharp" enchantment effect, one handle requires dozens of gold shields, plus a set of finely crafted armor for each person, even if there is no enchantment, one set is more than ten gold shields.

The most expensive of course is the submachine gun.

It takes tens of thousands of gold shields to make the magic alloy of the submachine gun alone, and the caseless bullets consumed by the spear wing knights every day for training and shooting is also a huge expense.

It can be said that in order to train an extraordinary armament of his own, Ren has almost emptied all his money. Roughly, he has invested more than 300,000 gold shields.

You must know that the Silver Knights under the Duke of Silver Star have a total of 3,000 people, and the annual maintenance cost is only about one million gold shields.

But it's all worth it.

Ren looked at the database on his mobile phone. More than 70% of the 300 gun-wing knights had their soul strength increased by more than half. In two months, they should be able to enter the first soul ascension, and then fuse with new demons. Soul, rise to the second level.

The best dozen or so Spear Wing Knights are only one step away from ascending, and they should be born within a few days.

As for the second demon soul after the upgrade of the Spear Wing Knight, Ren has already made up his mind, but it has not yet been determined.

This requires a spear wing knight to cooperate with fumbling.

Ren looked at the training ground, and his eyes fell on a spear-winged knight about his age.

"Desen..."

If nothing else, he should become the first second-level spear wing knight.

This young man from the Principality of Kemer has the best potential and aptitude. Not only does he cultivate the fastest, but he also has a very high talent in swordsmanship.

At this time, Desen was holding a long sword and was fighting an extreme warrior.

The extreme warrior who fought him was the pinnacle of the ninth level. Whether it was strength or speed, it was more than one level higher than Desen. There was a world of difference between the two.

However, with the long sword in his hand, Desen perfectly used the advantages of the imperial military swordsmanship. He defended the center line in front of him and kept his footsteps steady. Although he nearly broke the defense many times, he was still dangerously blocked. deadlocked.

when! when, when...

The two long swords collided intermittently, splashing sparks, and the sword shadows intertwined between the two. This swordsmanship competition attracted more and more people's attention.

Ren was also amazed.

He remembered the sword match he had with Master Roger the year before. He also relied on the imperial army's swordsmanship to defend against Master Roger's offensive, and finally tied.

However, I was using the mobile phone gyroscope and the eye of the soul, and Desen had nothing.

If it is purely compared to swordsmanship talent, Desen may be even higher.

Under Ren's gaze, the extreme warrior couldn't attack for a long time, and suddenly felt a little shameless, he couldn't help speeding up the attack rhythm, and his strength increased unconsciously, making Desen very embarrassed to deal with.

Ren found this, but didn't stop it.

The difference in strength between the two was too great, but Desen miraculously persisted for half a minute, shaky, but he was always able to recover at the crucial moment.

Dang!

With a sudden explosion, the long sword in Desen's hand was broken in two, and the Ultramarine was stunned for a moment.

Desen seemed to have expected this for a long time. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the opponent's daze, he stooped forward, and only half of the sword hilt hit the Ultra Warrior's abdomen. With the defense of the Ultramarines, even if he stood still and was beaten, it would be difficult for Desen to break the defense.

When the Ultramarines returned to God, it was too late to resist.

"Instructor, let it go."

There was no color on Desen's face, panting heavily, wiping the sweat off his head.

The extreme warrior on the opposite side was a little ashamed, and he had already lost this swordsmanship competition. In fact, he is not good at the imperial military swordsmanship. His usual weapon is a giant sword, and he is not used to a long sword, but if he loses, he loses, and there is no excuse.

"You won." The Ultramarine said with a complicated expression: "In terms of swordsmanship, I have nothing to teach you."

"It's all well taught by the instructors." Desen looked humble.

clap clap clap!

Ren clapped his palms and came over and said with a smile: "You two don't need to give in. This is a wonderful swordsmanship contest, there is no winner or loser."

"Sir." Desen and the Ultramarines, as well as a group of Gunwing Knights around them, hurriedly saluted.

"Give me the sword."

Ren took the half of the hilt in Desen's hand, picked up the tip of the sword on the ground, put it together, activated the activated metal, and instantly restored it to its original state.

"Thank you, my lord." Desen was very grateful. This was his sword, and he cherished it very much. He didn't feel it when he broke it, but he was very distressed afterward.

"Well, keep working hard." Ren gave a few words of praise.

He found himself here, always affecting their training, so it didn't take long.

As soon as he walked out of the training ground, an extreme warrior rushed up to meet him. Seeing Ren, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly said, "Boss, the patriarch sent a message from Astarte."

The patriarch in the Ultramarines' mouth is naturally Marius of Macragge.

Since the two sides formed an ally last year, Ren has purchased a batch of voice meters from Modu and placed them in Astarte and Vajra Castle to facilitate communication with each other.

During this period, there were also Ultramarines who returned to the clan, but they were all at peace.

"What news?" Ren asked.

The Ultramarine handed over the sound meter, he pressed it, and the voice of Marius came out, "Your Excellency Count, Astarte has been attacked by the enemy. This time the situation is very serious, please come to Astarte. Let’s go and discuss countermeasures.”

Ren frowned.

For hundreds of years, Astartes has been attacked by other forces on the plateau almost every year, and it has long been accustomed to it.

With the pride of Marius, he would never ask himself for help unless he had to.

If he can describe it as serious, it can be seen that the matter is indeed not small.

Ren looked back at the training ground and thought, this might not be a bad thing. If Astarte is attacked, it will just allow the spear wing knights to hone in the real battle.

There is no extraordinary person who sees blood, no matter how good the training performance is, it is useless.

Ren replied to the voice meter: "Patriarch Marius, I'll be there soon."

He called the third team of Ultramarines and beckoned outside the fortress. Suddenly, several fiery dragons flew out of the cave on the rock wall, swooped into the canyon, and landed in front of him.

Everyone jumped on the back of the flying dragon, immediately soared into the air, and flew out of the canyon.

In the cave on the rock wall, Ren's eyes swept inside, and there were more than a dozen fiery dragons inhabiting it.

In the past few months, the extreme warriors regularly searched on the Saine Plateau, found the nests of three fiery dragons, and then returned to tell Ren to tame them.

At present, all the fiery dragons add up to more than 20.

One out of every three extreme warriors has his own flying dragon mount and gains the fire affinity element.

Ren found a set of meditation methods from troll tribes and shamans from the Wezeland library and handed them over to the extreme warriors. Among them, the best ones can already cast fire spells easily.

Kongo Castle is less than two hundred miles from Astarte.

The fiery dragon flew for just over an hour, and a majestic city like a staircase appeared in front of it.

Ren looked far into the distance, the plateau was still covered with heavy snow, his vision was blocked, and no groups of enemies appeared.

The fire dragon landed on the temple platform at the highest point of Astartes.

"Your Excellency."

Marius was already waiting here. In the cold winter, he was wearing thick fur, but he couldn't hide his incomparably strong body.

Ren stepped forward and shook hands with him, and asked directly, "Patriarch Marius, what happened?"

"Please come with me, Count."

Marius's face was not good-looking, and he took Ren and the extreme warriors down to the fourth floor of Astarte and entered a stone courtyard.

The yard was guarded by the Macragge, and anger was written all over everyone's faces and eyes.

At a glance, Ren saw a dozen corpses on the ground.

All Macragge.

Ren immediately felt that the Ultramarines who were following behind him became irritable and heard their voices.

The population of the Macragg tribe was originally small~www.readwn.com~ There were only more than 3,000 people in total, and more than a dozen died at once, which is definitely not a small loss.

"What's the matter?" Ren asked.

While questioning, he looked at the corpse of the Macragge, and suddenly found some clues.

These Macraggs suffered different attacks in their lives, including spell damage, beast bites, spear penetrations and sharp weapons slashing.

Judging from their clothing, they should have been raided when they were out hunting, and they were soon wiped out.

With the strength of the Macragg people, more than a dozen people traveled together, and unless they encountered a huge disparity of enemies on the Saine Plateau, they would not be killed so easily.

Sure enough, Marius said in a deep voice: "This is our hunting team. We set out in the morning and found the body not far from Astarte in the afternoon. I went to the scene to investigate the footprints, mainly those of the Dorac people. The Grey Lizards did it, and the Bloodspear troll shamans are ready to attack Astartes."