Chapter 669 The Magic Genius of Dimensionality Reduction Strike
In this world where dragon knights are the strongest combat power, the dragon's intimidating power is unparalleled.
The moment Cloud, the white dragon with a wingspan of more than 100 meters, appeared, the war had actually come to an end.
No one would be foolish enough to think that they could be a match for this exaggeratedly large platinum-gold dragon.
The remaining soldiers quickly lost their fighting spirit and surrendered one after another.
Not long after, Robb Stark, the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Front, led his troops to the Blast Furnace Castle in the northeast of the Fire Territory.
Li Yun stood on the wall of Blast Furnace Castle, looking at the battlefield being cleared ahead and sighed with some disappointment.
"I thought the Flame Grand Guild would show up to support... Oh, it was all in vain!"
"Haha, didn't His Highness already expect it?" Robb walked over with the direwolf helmet under his arm and said with a smile, "Olov said that dragon knights are the ultimate dragon lovers. The fire dragon of the Flame Duke is about to After giving birth to a dragon egg, how could he leave now?"
With that said, Robert stopped next to Li Yun, looked at the battlefield ruins outside the city wall and said proudly: "Besides, there is no need for His Highness to take action personally to deal with these ignorant natives!"
Li Yun glanced at him, shook his head and said, "If I take action, fewer of you will die."
Robert smiled and said: "Your Highness is kind, but since it is a war, people are destined to die. As the pioneers of the Queen, we are already much luckier than most people in this world. Even after death, we will enter the Kingdom of God. , what’s there to fear?”
With that said, Robert patted Li Yun on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Moreover, there is a huge gap in combat power between the enemy and us. When we defeated the Fire Leader's 200,000-strong army, we could only injure more than a thousand people and kill more than a hundred people. This is already An extremely exaggerated victory!”
Li Yun naturally understood what Rob meant.
If the Targaryen dynasty wants to occupy this world, it will inevitably start a war.
In war, there are inevitably casualties.
Li Yun cannot be said to be very close to the army under Daenerys, but he just instinctively wants to protect their lives.
But he can't stay here forever, and Daenerys can't perfectly protect every one of her followers.
If they want to sweep across the Holy Dragon Continent and become a powerful army that can intimidate the world for the Queen, they still have to rely on themselves.
Thinking of this, Li Yun changed the subject and said, "I heard that the fire dragons in this world are famous for their size and ferocity?"
Robert nodded slightly and said solemnly: "According to the captured soldiers, the flame dragon's body is seventy meters long, and its wingspan is more than a hundred meters, which is almost the same as His Highness the White Dragon Claude."
"That's really not small!"
Li Yun nodded, then kicked off his feet and soared into the sky.
Only a faint word was left, echoing on the top of the city.
"You stay and rest the army, I'll go meet that fire dragon!"
Looking at Li Yun's back flying high into the sky, Rob opened his mouth, with a helpless smile on his handsome face.
"Your Highness...you are robbing me of my military glory!"
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Dragon Claw Territory, Dragon Valley City, in the mage tower in the south of the city.
The tall girl with soft blond hair opened her eyes and looked thoughtfully at the various colors of light in front of her.
In her perception, these colorful lights gathered and separated in the air like flowing water, seeming to be moving unconsciously.
And when the blond girl tried to capture these lights with her mental power, it was as if they had finally found the water flowing out of the floodgate, pouring crazily into the blond girl's body, and quickly turned into energy under the influence of some kind of force.
"Is this the elements and magic?"
Fana murmured to herself thoughtfully while sensing the process of elements being transformed into magic power.
In front of her, three eighth-level magisters looked numbly at the natural elements rushing around them.
God knows what they have gone through in these five hours...
The seemingly young blond girl in front of her, after they finished explaining the basic knowledge of how to perceive magic, it only took three seconds to open the magic eyes that can only be possessed by the top geniuses.
Later, under their noses, he was promoted from scratch to a third-level mage in just five hours.
You know, when they were in the Magic Academy, they barely advanced to the third level after a year of training.
And the little girl in front of me not only advanced to the third level in a short period of time, she was even a fourth-line mage of earth, fire, feng shui!
In addition, another black-haired boy with a slightly pale complexion was no less generous.
His physique is obviously a peerless genius of dark elements. As soon as he learned to absorb elements and transform magic power, he caused an elemental riot within a kilometer radius.
Countless cold dark elements gathered from all directions, causing the temperature of the entire Mage Tower to drop below zero, and even almost triggered the Mage Tower's autonomous defense mechanism.
Now, this young man has surpassed the blond girl and advanced to the fourth level of dark magician ahead of the latter.
When the two were first promoted to the first-level magisters, they were a little surprised. When they were promoted to the second-level magisters, they were even more shocked. But when they were promoted to the third-level or even the fourth-level, they were only numb.
After a while, Fana was successfully promoted to a fourth-level mage.
Next to him, Ender reached the peak of level 4 and began to challenge the level 5 mage.
Fagor Byrne, who was also a dark mage, looked at Ender who was wrapped in layers of darkness and shadow, and subconsciously spoke to teach him how to break through the bottleneck of a fifth-level mage.
Not long after, Ander's body shook, and the fluctuations of magic power he emitted instantly broke through the bottleneck.
The corner of Fagor's mouth twitched, and his eyes numbly looked at the indescribable talented young man in front of him.
Ander seemed to feel Fagor's gaze, and immediately opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Don't be surprised, Fana and I have learned many other systems of magic, and our mental power is far beyond your so-called ninth-level magic. division."
"In other words, we are practicing trumpet at the full level of tuba. With this kind of progress, it really doesn't mean anything."
Having said this, Ender seemed to want to prove what he said, so he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
"Burning flames!"
"call!"
In an instant, raging flames rose from his fingertips.
Fagor and the other two eighth-level magisters suddenly opened their eyes wide, as if they had seen something incredible, and looked at the flames coming out of Ender's fingertips with shock on their faces.
"This... 伱... this..."
"how did you do it?!"
After some incoherent hemming and hawing, the three of them finally choked out such a sentence with blushing faces.
Ande was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and asked in surprise: "How did you do that?"
"Fire, flame!" Fagor said with excitement, "You are a dark mage, how can you use fire spells?"
"…Why not?"
Ender frowned and explained: "The essence of magic is chaos. It can be transformed into dark elements, and naturally it can also be transformed into other elements. I specialize in dark elements just because I have the highest affinity for this element!"
At this point, Ander paused and said in surprise: "What, you can't do it?"
Hearing Ander's words, Fana next to her also opened her eyes and looked at the three of them with the same surprise.
The three eighth-level magisters looked at each other with strange expressions, and then, as if they had made some decision, they knelt down on one knee.
"Sage Ander, please allow me, Fagor Byrne from the Byrne family, to follow you as a servant to explore the truth of magic!"
Fagor knelt down on one knee and looked at the astonished black-haired boy with fervent and pious eyes.
The two eighth-level magisters next to them also reported their names and looked at Fana with fiery eyes, wanting to follow her.
"Wait, Sage? What is that?"
Ander couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.
Fagor explained without hesitation: "In the legend, the man who once broke through the nine-level limit and was promoted to the legendary mage is called a sage by us, the underachievers... Mr. Ander, you have the qualifications to be a sage. , I am willing to follow you and explore the avenue of truth with you!"
The two eighth-level magisters next to them, a man and a woman, also responded.
It's just that they have taken a fancy to Fana, thinking that Fana, who has the talent of the fourth element, can go further.
Facing the enthusiastic gazes of the three people, Ander and Fana couldn't help but look at each other.
Fana shook her head and said: "After all, you are sister Dany's people now. If you want to follow us, you still have to get my sister's consent first."
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"Of course I agree."
In the main hall, Daenerys said with a smile: "These magicians are rebellious people. The reason why they are willing to join Targaryen is just because they don't care who rules!"
"But you two are different. As the highest-level representatives of the alliance's magic side, you are the best in learning, and your talents, vision and knowledge are much better than these ignorant native mages. I knew you would definitely be able to conquer them!"
As she spoke, Daenerys lowered her voice and said: "I found out that behind these three people, there is a secret academic organization. They only recruit high-level magisters above level seven. They are so powerful that they are spread all over the world. The entire Holy Dragon Continent.”
"These people just want to explore the truth and break through the nine-level restriction of magisters since ancient times."
"Any physical conquest and threat are meaningless to them."
"So, I would like to entrust you to conquer them spiritually and magically..."
Hearing Daenerys' words, Ander and Fana couldn't help but look at each other.
Fana said helplessly: "It seems that my sister has already made a plan."
Daenerys smiled and said: "How can this be called calculation? It's just mutual benefit and win-win!"
Ander smiled and said: "Then Sister Dani should have already thought about where we will go, right?"
Daenerys smiled and said: "To the southwest, the lord of the Orichalcum Territory is a ninth-level magister. I have deployed the least troops there, and you and your undead army can make up for it."
"The three eighth-level magisters and the magic books I collected will be given to you."
"I won't take any of the harvest from attacking the Orichalcum Territory. I only need the population, mineral veins and land..."
Ender and Fana looked at each other, then smiled and stretched out a hand: "Happy cooperation!"