Throne of the North.

Chapter 165 The Madness of the Archmage
After staying there for three days, Shawkat, who thought he had seen the Tundra Territory thoroughly, left the Tundra Territory with an indecisive shock.

Accompanying him were Beard and a hundred knights and attendants. If there was any advantage that the North had in the eyes of the Southerners, it would probably be the simple folk customs of the people.

Of course, it is not necessarily an advantage.

Anyway, now that Shawkat had left, there were no outsiders in the Frozen Territory. Ryan finally found the great wizard McKen, who had been doing nothing for two or three days.

"Your territory needs the magical achievements of Yelena and the others. They may really be able to help you improve the land in the north."

Master McKen looked at Ryan. He didn't see any use for himself here and began to suspect that Ryan came here just for Yelena and the others.

"Grand Master, your importance is greater than thousands of troops."

Ryan held the hand of Master McKen and looked at the master with fiery eyes, making Master McKen feel extremely uncomfortable.

"You should save this expression for your lady-in-waiting."

Master McKen got goosebumps all over his body, and what he said made Ryan feel a little embarrassed.

The archmage looked at Ryan with amusement.

"Your castle doesn't have any magic patterns, and don't forget that I'm a great wizard who specializes in life magic."

Coming back to his senses, Ryan's face became thicker as he communicated with the Viscountess and the maids. He looked at the great wizard seriously.

"Master McKen, I think you really need to prove yourself, right?"

Master McKen frowned and stared at Ryan with a somewhat unfriendly tone.

"what do you mean?"

"What I mean is that I never thought that my 100,000 gold coins would be wasted."

After saying that, Ryan raised his hand and pointed in the air, and a plane door nearly three meters long appeared between the two of them.

"Brand!"

Ryan yelled, and outside, Brand had already walked in with several soldiers.

"Lord Lord."

At Ryan's signal, Brand and his companions walked into the plane door. Then Ryan looked at the great wizard McKen, who was staring at all this in a daze, forgetting to breathe through his mouth and nose.

"Don't you want to see what the Frozen Territory wants to see most?"

Ryan pulled the stiff body of Master McKen into the plane gate.

In Svadifari, even in the coldest months of winter, the wilderness of this world still does not suffer much from the wind and frost. The towering God-given mountains at the end of the sight block all the cold winds coming from the north.

Boom! ! !
Almost at the moment they appeared, they saw thousands of wild horses galloping across the wilderness in the distance. Their galloping brought vitality to the world, as well as the wild and primitive fragrance of green grass in the wilderness.

Master McKen was trembling all over. He stared at the herd of horses galloping in the distance, his teeth chattering, and then he knelt down on his knees.

Covering his face with his hands, his eyes looked at the outside world through his fingers, as if he was using some extreme method to verify that this was not an illusion, but a real world.

"Teacher, I finally have the chance to fulfill your wish."

Master McKen murmured in a low voice, then collapsed to the ground and started crying loudly.

“Ahahahahahahaha!!!!”

Looking at Master McKen who started to cry and then howl to the sky, Ryan glanced at Brand, who walked towards the master. They were all worried that the master would go crazy due to the excitement.

"Do not touch me!"

Master McKen roared, knelt on the ground, holding the land of the wilderness, and looked at everything in this world with fanatical eyes.

Especially the horses, which seemed to be as bright and dazzling as gold coins.

Ryan coughed.

"Master McKen, I think you need to calm down. Otherwise, it will be difficult to achieve your dream."

"How is that possible? Even if I die, I will finish everything I want to do before I die. Otherwise, even gods cannot take my life away."

Master McKen had a crazy look in his eyes but an extremely calm tone. He turned his head and looked at Ryan.

"Baron Ryan, we should discuss some less important matters."

"Before, I never thought I would stay here, but now, I definitely won't leave."

"Then the key point now is... the Mage Tower."

"The Mage Tower is the source of everything for a great mage, and the Mage Tower at the School of Magic was built with funding from the Empire. Even I cannot move it here."

"Besides, those wizard towers don't use floating stones, so it's impossible to move them here."

"So, you need to rebuild a magic tower for me. Of course, this is not the most urgent thing. The gold coins required for a magic tower are about 600,000 to 1 million. Depending on the attribute magic that the magician is good at, the price changes and jumps. It is not impossible to even exceed 1 million gold coins."

"We can take our time. You don't have to give me the 100,000 gold coins. Just use them to build the Mage Tower."

"Besides that, there are magic vessels and the arrangement of magic arrays. Without the Mage Tower, these things are indispensable. I can't make them either. Your craftsmen can complete some of them, but for sophisticated instruments, you need to buy them from some professionals."

"Although I don't want to admit it, those alchemists do have unimaginable talents in this area."

"Then there are magic crystals. You need a lot of magic crystals. Or rather, I also need a lot of magic crystals to ensure the stability of those warhorse potions. I want to sublimate ordinary horses into magical life forms. I can even go to extremes and train warhorses to match the level of magical beasts. This requires the stability brought by magic crystals. Otherwise, even if all the horses here die, you won't be able to produce a single warhorse."

"You also need magical beasts, preferably living ones. The magic factors and blood strength in them can help the warhorse evolve faster."

"You need to arrange soldiers to capture them. I don't think there is a shortage of these things in the North, but they are probably all very powerful."

"Finally, groom, I am the best groom, but I need you to pick someone you can trust, or even someone who is absolutely loyal to you. You can do this even if you have to use divine restrictions to restrict their speech. Only in this way can the warhorse you train not be targeted."

"They will be knights and magic apprentices. I will personally teach them meditation and related magical methods, as well as how to tame, train, and take care of the condition and growth of war horses."

Master McKen stared at Ryan closely.

"Of the things I'm talking about, the Mage Tower has the lowest priority, and the groom's training has the highest priority."

"If you can do all that I say, then I can guarantee that you, Ryan Clayton, the Baron of the Northern Frozen Territory, will have the only legion in the world that can gallop wildly in the northern winter."

"Do you know why the royal family has always wanted to invite me? Because the current leader of the Highland Mage Corps and I were once apprentices of the founder of the Highland Mage Corps, the legendary archmage known as the Blood God."

"But later, my ideas conflicted with his. He was recruited by the royal family and became the pinnacle of the Holy Land with the royal family's resources. But I kept rejecting the royal family because of him."

"I stayed at the magic academy with the teacher's notes. I wanted to prove that my teacher and I were right."

"Of course, don't worry. No one knows about this, not even my... senior brother."

After hearing what Master McKen said, Ryan couldn't help but breathe heavily.

Sent.

According to Grand Master McKen, this extraordinary method of breeding war horses does not only come from a great wizard, but also from a legend. It can even be said that he is the founder of the world who distinguishes between ordinary horses and war horses.

"I believe in the achievements of you and your master, the noble title of Legend, and I, Ryan, will support all your actions without reservation."

Ryan placed his hands on his chest. This was not aristocratic etiquette, but a knight's etiquette.

(End of this chapter)