The wizard starts by trimming the donkey's hooves

Chapter 356: The Tragedy of the Thick-Shelled Lobster Man (Two chapters in one)

In the distant sky, two huge dark gray eagles flew over. They were the iron-beaked sea eagles.

Since eagles have far superior eyesight than humans, and there is no dense forest to block their vision, the traces of the Ice Claw Bear Mercenaries were soon discovered.

The two iron-beaked sea eagles immediately let out loud eagle cries, and then began to fly rapidly towards the direction of the Ice Claw Bear Mercenaries.

A few seconds later, it was hovering right above Ryan and the others.

"Whizzing!"

Five or six archers and rangers from the Ice Claw Bear Mercenary Group, including Georgia, shot at the Iron Beak Sea Eagle.

Everyone's aim was very good, but Ryan could clearly see that the arrows shot high into the sky quickly ran out of power and could barely reach the Iron-beaked Sea Eagle, but were easily blown away by the opponent's wings.

Obviously, because the opponent was flying too high, the arrows could no longer be fired.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Ryan walked to an archer, pulled out an arrow from the quiver, and cast his improved metal-based witchcraft "Sharpness" on the metal arrowhead.

In order to avoid shocking the world, Ryan naturally deliberately controlled the speed of casting the spell, extending the casting time from about 0.04 seconds to about one and a half seconds.

"Wow, the spell casting speed is so fast!" Georgia, who is also a second-level wizard apprentice, quickly sensed the witchcraft fluctuations from Ryan's side, her beautiful eyes widened and she said in surprise.

When the archer received the arrow emitting silver light, he immediately showed surprise and gratitude, and said, "Thank you, Lord Ryan."

He excitedly drew his bow and aimed at an iron-beaked sea eagle. The next second, a stream of silver light shot up into the sky and instantly pierced through the abdomen of an iron-beaked sea eagle.

"Chirp~"

With a miserable eagle cry, the iron-beaked sea eagle that was shot by an arrow fell almost straight to the ground!

The other iron-beaked sea eagle was so frightened that it immediately flew away in the direction it came from.

But in less than two seconds, another silver streak of light flashed, and the second iron-beaked sea eagle followed suit and fell from the sky!
"Is this the sharp technique?"

“This effect seems to be too good!”

Georgia, a second-level wizard apprentice and archer, had her eyes widened and she gasped, with a look of surprise and envy on her face!

a minute ago.

More than ten miles away from the Ice Claw Bear Mercenary Group, two men in black wizard robes were chatting. Suddenly, one of them looked up at the Iron Beak Sea Eagle, smiled, and said:
"Hey, it looks like our baby has found prey again."

"Well, I wonder what it is this time?" said another person with a smile.

"Either the Empire's reconnaissance team, or those annoying cockroach-like mercenary groups?"

"Let's go over and have a look!"

But the next second, a shrill eagle cry was heard, and then the two saw from afar an iron-beaked sea eagle falling straight down.

"Oh no! My eagle!" An eagle rider from the Poseidon Cult couldn't help but change color, because the one that was just shot down was his iron-beaked sea eagle.

"Oh no! There's a sharpshooter!" said the other man, frowning.

He immediately planned to blow the whistle and recall the Seahawks.

But the next second, his expression changed drastically, because his Sea Eagle was shot down just like his companion's!
You should know that it is not easy to train an Iron-beaked Sea Eagle. Even under the more mature training system of the Poseidon Cult, it takes nearly a year to breed a qualified Iron-beaked Sea Eagle.

"Grass!"

"Quick, fire a signal flare to let all the nearby sea creatures come over!"

Meanwhile, Ryan was surrounded by members of the mercenary group.

"Sir Ryan, your sharpness technique is too effective, isn't it?!" The archer couldn't help but use the honorific 'you'.

"Haha, maybe it's because I have a higher affinity with metal elements." Ryan explained with a smile.

The other people also showed envious expressions towards the archer, and at the same time, their expressions towards Ryan changed completely.

Can the fact that one has a high affinity for metal elements be stated so lightly?

Although most people are not wizard apprentices, let alone wizards, they have generally heard of elemental affinity!

Besides, who wouldn't want to have such a powerful "assistant" by their side?
Immediately, except Georgia, several other archers and rangers began to approach Ryan warmly.

As the leader of the Ice Claw Bear Mercenaries, Fandral was naturally ecstatic.

It seems that my vision is as good as ever!
Judging from the sharp technique he just displayed, Lord Ryan is quite powerful. Although he is only a third-level wizard apprentice, he is probably not much different from a formal wizard.

Suddenly, Fandral came to his senses, his face became serious, and he shouted loudly: "Everyone, get on your horses quickly and leave here."

"Otherwise, these Sea God Cult eagle riders will surround us."

The group of more than ten people from the Ice Claw Bear Mercenaries first returned a distance along the original route, and when they reached the sparse woodland, they turned a corner and moved quickly towards their destination again.

"Hey, Mr. Ryan, why is your sharpness so powerful?"

"Also, the casting time is incredibly fast. How did you practice it?!" Curious Georgia couldn't help but shook the reins, controlled the horse forward, and asked Ryan.

"Huh? You don't call me the new guy anymore?!" Ryan couldn't help but teased with a smile.

"Hmph! Forget it!"

Ryan's words immediately made the girl's pretty face blush, and she seemed a little embarrassed. She just snorted arrogantly and left again.

Ryan watched this scene and found the two siblings quite interesting.

The brother is calm, sophisticated and experienced, but the sister is a bit domineering and lively. There is a big difference between the two.

"Sir Ryan, would you mind telling me which wizarding school you come from?" Fandral asked curiously.

"I came from the College of Winterhold." Ryan answered ambiguously.

Ryan didn't bother to lie.

Another thing is that he did indeed start from the College of Winterhold and travel all the way to the Howling Fjord.

"You're lying! Everyone knows that the College of Winterhold is mainly staffed by rare ice wizards." Georgia couldn't help but roll her eyes at Ryan and interrupted.

"Oh? Lord Ryan is from Winterhold College? I have dealt with a vice-president there once, a middle-aged lady named Wei," Fandral said with a thoughtful look on his face.

"You mean Vice President Welty?"

"Yes, yes! It is Lord Welty. It seems that Lord Ryan is indeed from the Winterhold College." Fandral nodded repeatedly, and his guard was basically let down.

If it was Batalov, the dean of Winterhold Academy, then most of the mercenaries in the Howling Tundra knew this big shot, but comparatively speaking, this Deputy Dean Welty was much less famous.

If you are not very familiar with each other, there is a high probability that you don’t know each other.

"Are you really from the College of Winterhold? Why don't I believe it?" Georgia widened her beautiful eyes, looked at Ryan repeatedly, and muttered to herself.

Ryan glanced at Georgia and smiled, but didn't mean to explain.

However, Ryan's attitude made Georgia very angry.

"Captain, the gathering place of the thick-shelled lobster people is ahead." A ranger who was in charge of reconnaissance in the front came back and said.

Ryan looked from afar and saw a number of huge giant lobsters walking upright in the swamp not far away.

As for people, it really has nothing to do with their appearance.

It can even be said to be a lobster man, but it looks more like a coconut crab with an elongated waist.

The feet have four pairs of limbs, the waist carapace is about one meter upright, and above that is the chest and a pair of huge pincers, with two matchstick eyes standing upright, which looks quite smart.

"I wonder how this thing will taste when roasted?" This was the first thought that came to Ryan's mind after seeing the other person.

Originally, Ryan thought that the other party was some kind of combination of human and lobster, but he didn't expect it to be such a thing in front of him. If he eats it, he will probably not have any psychological burden at all.

"Sir Ryan, do you need to take a rest? The thick shell on the body of this thick-shelled lobster has a very high defense. I may need your help to cast the 'Sharpness Technique'," Fandral said, smiling at Ryan.

At this moment, everyone in the Ice Claw Bear team showed an expression of sudden enlightenment!

No wonder his boss has always been polite to Ryan, even a little bit trying to please him.

Damn it, with Lord Ryan's powerful "Sharpness Technique", there is no need for a whetstone, and there is no need for people to wear expensive steel suits and tower shields in front.

Because just shoot and it’s done!

Everyone, including Georgia, looked at Ryan as if he were a treasure.

"Not necessary, Captain Fandral, shall we start now?" Ryan nodded with a smile.

"That's great!" Fandral said happily.

"Sir Ryan, can you show it to me first?" The archer who had just tasted the sweetness of shooting down the iron-beaked sea eagle said immediately.

"Heb, Lord Ryan has already given you a chance, you should also let others try." Someone interrupted him immediately and said.

"Yes! Lord Ryan, give us some too."

For a moment, everyone held arrows, and even the two tower shield warriors handed the knight's sword to Ryan, hoping that he could help with the sharpness technique.

After all, everyone was also worried that once Ryan’s mental energy was depleted too much, it would not be his turn.

Georgia also shot an arrow at Ryan, but she seemed a little embarrassed and kept her head down. Obviously, her body was reluctant to give in so quickly, but she couldn't resist the urge to try in her heart.

The girl had a typical attitude of saying one thing but doing another, which made Ryan laugh.

"Don't worry, everyone has a chance. Don't worry, I still have enough mental strength to perform the sharp technique."

"I hope everyone will line up first and come in order." Ryan said with a smile.

In less than a few seconds, more than a dozen people lined up obediently, and Ryan quickly chanted the spell. Since the sharpness spell lasted for one minute, Fandral saw three archers who had cast the sharpness spell and immediately led them to attack the patrol team of thick-shelled lobstermen.

"Whoosh!"

An archer released the bowstring, and a silver light penetrated directly into the hardest breastplate of a thick-shelled lobster man, and then went out from the back armor.

One hit kill!

As long as the aim is right, this thick-shelled lobster man can be killed with one arrow!
Easier than shooting rabbits.

The Ice Claw Bear Mercenaries worked in groups of three or four, and they went back and forth in this cycle. Soon, they caused heavy casualties to the thick-shelled lobster people in the camp before them.

The thick-shelled lobsterman warriors had no chance to use their thick-shelled defense and giant claw attacks, which they were most proud of, and died under arrows with improved sharpness techniques.

If Ryan had not asked for a short break after performing the Sharp Technique more than thirty times, the thick-shelled lobster people in the camp would have been cleared out by the excited members of the Ice Claw Bear Mercenaries.
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at the same time.

Howling Fjord, in a cave at the bottom of the rime cliffs.

The interior of the cave was extremely spacious, as if it had been excavated to form a cave hall about 20 to 30 meters high.

At this time, there were several braziers placed around the hall, and many Slippery Blade Nagas and even more Thick-Shelled Lobstermen were on guard.

Located in the center of the hall are four wide stone chairs arranged in a semi-enclosed manner, and they are all occupied at the moment.

"Why is there suddenly no news from the Black Flame Church these past two days?" the black-robed man in the middle asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know, Lord Havers. Do you think we don't need to wait for them? Our personnel are almost all here now, and we can launch a large-scale attack on the empire."

"No, if that's the case, we will be the first to be exposed. The Empire is quite powerful in the Frost Tundra. We will face most of the pressure from the Empire, or even a counterattack."

"Haha, then let these weak humans come!" A voice like thunder rang out.

The rock wall at the top of the cave even dropped a lot of dust due to the huge sound waves.

The slightly weaker thick-shelled lobster man guard at the side seemed unable to bear the sound. His originally upright waist bent down, and his two matchstick-like eyes drooped and hid in his thick shell.

The owner of the voice is next to the man in black robe.

That is, on the middle right, the wide stone chair could not accommodate the opponent's huge body that was nearly ten meters tall.

If Fandral was at the scene at this moment, he would be able to recognize that the other party was a deep-sea giant, and much taller than the deep-sea giant he saw last time.

You have to know that ordinary deep-sea giants are only six or seven meters tall, but the one in front of him is actually ten meters tall, with muscles all over his body, and a huge metal hammer with a barb in his hand.

But if you look closely, you will find that this is not a heavy hammer.
It is clearly a heavy anchor of a ship, which has been roughly polished to become this hammer-like shape.

"Commander Dunn, please be patient. We believe in your strength, but according to the order of His Holiness the Pope, we should be cautious."

Havers seemed to be quite afraid of this deep-sea giant leader, so his words were mainly soothing and he even used the title of the Pope of Poseidon.

"Hmph! You're wasting my precious time. Then you guys take your time to discuss it! I'm going to sleep first!" The giant Dune stood up with a bang. The bunch of shells and skulls hanging around his neck made a series of noises, and a strong sense of oppression spread.

I saw the deep-sea giant leader Dune. Under the reflection of the brazier, the surface of his blue skin was covered with fine fish scales. Only his crotch was covered, but that was just a bunch of seaweed.

At this time, a Slippery Blade Naga slithered in quickly and reported:
"My Lords, a follower of the God of Hunting has arrived. He said his name is Diam and he is a high priest."

"Invite him in."

At this time, the high priest of the Slippery Blade Naga, Ursula, laughed like a silver bell, and said with a smile: "It seems that the Black Flame Church is ready. Commander Dune, why don't you listen to this before going to rest?"

"Yes, Commander Dune, if my guess is correct, the Black Flame Church should be here to inform us to take immediate action." Havers also said with a smile.

"Okay, I hope so." Dune thought about it and sat back again, but the solid stone seat made an unbearable creaking sound.

At this time, two men in black robes with black flames on their cuffs walked in. They were Diam and his subordinates.

At this time, Diam had been promoted half a level and was considered a candidate for the high priest. He was temporarily in charge of the entire Black Flame Church's operations in the Howling Tundra.

However, there was no smile on his face.

Diam's heart began to beat fast at the thought of having to confront that 'monster'.

"Sir Havers, everyone, I am Diam from the Black Flame Church." When Diam saw the four high-ranking members of the Poseidon Church in front of him, his eyes lit up involuntarily, and he immediately felt that he had made the right decision to come to the Howling Fjord this time.

Except for the lobster man elder on the far right, whose strength seemed to be not much different from his, the auras of the other three were all extremely powerful.

Even the black robe and the tall deep-sea giant in the middle seemed to be a little stronger than his former boss, High Priest Erikson.

"Sir Diam, are you here to inform us that we can start the operation?"

"Yes and no." Diam pretended to think.

"Ok?"

Hearing this ambiguous answer, everyone's eyes immediately turned to Diam.

At this time, Diam began to narrate:
"Recently, our Black Flame Church has had many battles with the Empire, and even the High Priest Ericson has died in the battles."

"What?!" Upon hearing this, Havers, who was usually calm, showed obvious shock in his eyes.

Of course he had met Eriksson.

At the same time, he also knew that even if the other party's strength was slightly weaker than his, it was only slightly weaker.

"Did the Empire send out dragon riders? Or other guardians?" Ursula, the high priest of the Slipblade Naga, couldn't help but twist her waist and asked hastily.

"Neither! The other party is a swordsman." Diam shook his head and said.

"The sword bearer?" Hearing this answer, the people of Poseidon Cult felt a little relieved.

After all, no matter how strong a swordsman is, he is not a dragon knight. Even if he is from the swordsman headquarters in the imperial capital, he can still fight.

"Sir Diam, please tell us in detail the strength of the sword-wielder." Havers said in a deep voice.

"Of course." Diam began to explain in detail.

Ever since he witnessed Jian Dan Ryan transform into a dragon man and defeat the Ancestral Dragon Corasius, Diam, as an eyewitness, has been thinking about reporting this important news to the High Priest Eriksson immediately.

But he didn't expect that when he hurried back to the base, he received the bad news that the high priest Eriksson and his group were almost wiped out at Longya Pass.

After that, as the investigation continued, Diam was even more shocked!

Because he suddenly discovered that the other party was the same person as the Explosive Hammer Proto-Dragon Corasius, and the other party's identity was not a member of a wizard school as he thought, but an Imperial Swordsman.

This made Diam unable to sleep well for several days.

"You mean this swordsman named Ryan can transform, and his combat power after transformation is extremely strong, able to fight against the Proto-Dragon?" The deep-sea giant leader Dunn suddenly asked with great interest.

Doon spoke so loudly that Diam was startled.

But after he came to his senses, he nodded quickly and said, "Yes, I was there at the time, and Ryan even had a slight advantage."

"Interesting! Hahaha! Finally I met an interesting opponent." Dunn, the leader of the deep-sea giants, laughed wildly.

Suddenly, thunderous laughter echoed in the cave hall, making Diam feel depressed and uncomfortable.

"Commander Dune once killed several deep-sea fish dragons with his bare hands. In terms of combat record, he is even better than this swordsman." Ursula, the high priest of the Slippery Blade Naga, said with a small compliment.

"Commander Dune is so powerful, that's naturally the best." Diam felt much more at ease after hearing the words of the Slippery Blade Naga Priest.

He had been thinking about ways to deal with Ryan, but found that there was almost no solution without high-end combat power.

Not only is the opponent very powerful, but he is also extremely fast, which means that if you can't beat him, you can still escape.

In other words, if you want to deal with Ryan, you have to find a place that makes it difficult for him to escape. Or, find someone who makes it difficult for him to escape.

"Although I have no doubt about the strength of your sect, the problem is that the opponent is extremely fast. What if he wants to escape?" Diam asked at the right time, while looking at Havers.

Because when Diam was at a loss, the Poseidon Cult sent repeated urging messages, basically asking when they could jointly launch an attack against the empire.

Originally, the High Priest Ericsson was the one who coordinated the attack with the Poseidon Cult in the Howling Tundra, but after his death, Diam naturally took over.

When Diam thought of the Poseidon Cult, his eyes lit up.

Yes, my church cannot dispatch anyone to deal with Ryan for the time being, so I can use his strength.

Divert trouble to the east!

Although it's not fair, the Poseidon Cult will have to confront the Empire sooner or later, so it's not a big deal to confront Ryan sooner.

Moreover, Diam also heard that the person in charge of the Poseidon Cult's operation in Howling Fjord this time was a powerful man nicknamed "Shadow Burner".

No matter how fast a person is or how strong his physical strength is, he will be as fragile as an egg when encountering the heart-eating shadow witchcraft.

Therefore, Diam believed that the key to killing Ryan lies in Havers, not the deep-sea giant leader Dune.

At this time, an elite lobsterman quickly came to the side of the thick-shelled lobsterman chieftain Yakaolan and said:

"Chief, we were attacked by a group of human mercenaries in the southern camp near the wreckage of the ship. The enemy is very strong and our people suffered heavy casualties!"

"Huh? These stupid mercenaries actually dared to launch an attack on us. They are courting death!"

Due to the presence of the guest Diam, this news was indeed a bit of an insult to the Poseidon Cult, especially the Thick-Shelled Lobster Tribe. The Thick-Shelled Lobster Chief Yakaolan immediately rebuked.

"Lord Havers, I will handle it myself." Yakaolan stood up and bowed slightly to Havers who was sitting in the main seat.

"Well, it's time to teach these locust-like mercenaries a lesson. However, Chief Yakaolan, remember to come back quickly. We still have to entertain Lord Diam well, and you, the host, cannot be absent." Havers nodded and said with a smile.

"Of course, I will be back in half an hour at most. Sir Diam, please sit for a moment." Yakaolan turned and said to Diam before leaving quickly.

(End of this chapter)