Throne of the North.

Chapter 189: Preliminary Test of War Horse Breeding
Master McKen knew what Ryan was doing, but even though he knew Ryan was participating in the war, he still wanted him to go back, so...

Ryan's eyes sparkled.

After handing over the matters here to Baron Enzo and Brand, Ryan rode his warhorse at full speed back to the Tundra Territory. With a speed of no more than ten light cavalrymen, he returned to the Tundra Territory in five days.

Beard hasn't returned yet, but what Master McKen needs is already prepared.

"This was sent by... Count Pascal?"

Ryan got the answer. Only the Earl's family closest to the North Wind Province could deliver the utensils and materials he needed so quickly.

"The Count Pascal family controls a gargoyle army. Do you think gargoyles don't need resources?"

"After the Holy See left, Pascal had the highest demand for alchemists in the entire empire. He even used the methods of alchemists to create gargoyle warriors."

Archmage McKen said, and then began to urge Ryan.

When the door to the plane opened, Master McKen regained the enthusiasm in his eyes. This wild world was so surprising to him.

"I need to prepare the medicine according to the constitution and blood of the wild horses here. You can leave now."

Ryan was speechless. He came back just to be a tool to open the door.

However, it's not inconvenient.

He got up and left the Frozen Territory again, and returned to the Red Wing Plain a few days later.

In Red Wing Plain, Ryan opened the door to the plane again and headed to the location chosen by Grand Wizard McKen.

Yes, it is that convenient. I would rather waste time going back to the frozen land to get it, just because of Master McKen and those instruments.

But there won't be so many things in the future. After obtaining all the equipment, Master McKen has no plans to leave here, at least not for a long time.

He was the best groom in this wilderness, but Ryan was not stingy and blessed twenty or thirty people from the wilderness tribes of the Swadifari world and handed them over to the great wizard McKen for training.

"Methods comparable to those of gods..."

Archmage McKen also recognized Ryan's identity as a benefactor, and then looked at Ryan with burning eyes.

"Why don't you...try to bless these wild horses."

Master McKen was extremely curious. This method could give ordinary people blood and strength, but what about wild horses?
After thinking about it, Ryan followed Master McKen to the horse farm, where there were already hundreds of tamed wild horses, each of which was handsome and proud, and more cold-resistant than the war horses in the Highlands.

Master McKen has prepared dozens of potions, some for the wild horses to eat, some for injection, and some that need to be evenly applied on the wild horses' skin...

Ryan couldn't understand, but Master McKen had already started working. There were a total of twenty-eight kinds of magic potions, some of which were cheap, one silver coin could make a large pot, while others were extremely expensive.

"Master McKen, isn't this cost too high?"

Ryan remembered that the price of Highland Warhorses in the south was only dozens or hundreds of gold coins, but the potions that Master McKen took out were worth nearly a hundred gold coins.

"For the first time, of course we have to conduct a comprehensive experiment, regardless of the cost. Otherwise, if we make a mistake in future training, we will lose tens of thousands of horses."

Master McKen said this unceremoniously, and then softened his voice. After all, the cost of these potions was something that a noble like Ryan needed to consider.

"In the early years of the Highland Warhorse, each warhorse was very expensive to train."

"It became cheaper little by little later on. The number of potions required to breed one has also gone from hundreds at the beginning to only nine key potions now. Do you know where the difference is?"

Ryan did not respond. Archmage McKen answered seriously, muttering to himself, "Because later on, the offspring of Highland War Horses have begun to evolve their bloodlines generation after generation. Even without the royal means of breeding, Highland Wild Horses are stronger than other wild horses and can even be used directly as war horses."

Ryan understood. In the beginning, the cost of training Highland Warhorses was also very high. The second generation of warhorses after the first generation did not require such a high cost. Similarly, the third and fourth generations, because of the reproduction of the Highland Warhorses themselves, naturally possessed the power that certain potions could bring.

So the potions used on the first generation are no longer necessary on the third and fourth generation war horses.

Saving up little by little, the Highland Warhorse, which originally required hundreds of potions, now only needs nine key magic potions to complete the transition from an ordinary horse to a warhorse because of its powerful and noble bloodline.

Is this the change in cost, or... the result of the evolution of life and changes in magical technology?
Therefore, after the wild horses in the wilderness are transformed into war horses, it will be difficult for Ryan to make a huge profit, at least not in the short term due to the cost reasons.

"Xilulu~!"

While Ryan was thinking, Master McKen had used up all his magic potions. The wild horse standing in place was visibly bleeding. It struggled wildly and howled in pain.

The six grooms with the physique of trainee knights held the wild horses tightly, but even so, their control was gradually broken.

A wild horse that has broken free from its reins is not something that can be easily dealt with. The six groomsmen's faces turned red as they were actually injured from the horse's struggle.

"No wonder they say that a horse groom needs to be a knight."

Ryan took a deep breath and stared at the wild horse's madness nervously together with Master McKen.

"It's now!"

When the wild horse's pupils dilated and looked a little blood red due to congestion, Master McKen shouted.

Ryan did not hesitate, and a horse spirit blessing fell.

It was beyond words, as if the gaze of a god had fallen upon it, and the madly struggling wild horse calmed down. Even the energy and blood that had been surging violently in its body became extremely calm.

"Not enough, not enough!"

Master McKen reached out and touched the blood oozing from the nose of the warhorse, and continued.

Ryan pointed his finger, and one hundred spiritual powers fell instantly. The warhorse's pupils began to emit faint blood-red and azure light at this moment, and the two merged with each other.

About three minutes later, the extremely quiet warhorse affectionately nudged Ryan's palm with its head, while Ryan looked at the extremely excited Master McKen.

Even when the Highland Warhorse is standing, its back height is two meters and a half. Why does it look like the back height of this warhorse is almost as high as his height?

"It takes time for a warhorse to grow physically, and these potions are just ordinary stuff, not dragon blood."

Master McKen rolled his eyes at Ryan.

"If you could get unlimited dragon blood, this warhorse could become the size of a highland warhorse today."

If that doesn't work, then you can only raise it slowly. War horses eat grass and meat. In the breeding of the first generation of war horses, even Warcraft meat and hay soaked in extraordinary potions or wild grass with magical powers are needed.

Only in this way can the warhorse grow taller and bigger little by little and become as terrifying as the Highland Warhorse.

"Natural growth is impossible. It will take a very long time. You'd better get some extraordinary materials, or power related to dragons, dragon blood, etc...."

Master McKen did not force it.

(End of this chapter)