Throne of the North.

Chapter 495: The Ship's Propeller, a Legendary Gift of Space Magic

"Such a strong dragon flavor."

Lady Ophelia took a deep breath, then widened her eyes and looked at the world in shock, and finally looked at Earl Clayton.

"There is a fresh breath of the gods here. You damned blasphemer nobles are actually challenging the gods."

The reason why he refused to pledge allegiance to the empire was because he had a fear of the gods in his heart, a magician's fear of the gods.

"Sir Ophelia, the gods are not that worthy of fear."

Lord Clayton said this, and Ophelia sneered twice and said:

"You are too ignorant, little one. I have seen the wreckage of the gods' war with my own eyes. The devastated battlefield is enough to drown any being that dares to challenge them."

On the side, Ryan was curious.

"Perhaps, it is precisely because the gods are so powerful that humans do not need to be too afraid of them."

The gods are extremely powerful, so naturally they would not have any hostility or kindness towards ant-like humans. On the contrary, if humans catch the eyes of the gods, doesn’t it mean that humans’ power is qualified to contact the gods?

In the former case, the gods don’t care about you, so what is there for you to be in awe of?

For the latter, since they are already qualified, it is better to be proactive than to be afraid passively.

"You ignorant boy, what do you know about the power of gods?"

Ophelia didn't have a good face towards Ryan. This old guy who had lived for almost five hundred years would not be shaken in his reverence for the gods because of others.

"Old stubborn."

Ryan smiled in his heart and didn't say anything else.

The rest of the space magicians also calmed down after their initial surprise, as they were the most frequent travelers to various worlds.

"A world with a lack of origin."

Ophelia raised her head, her eyes were empty, she had seen the raging waves above the distant ocean, where giant dragons were reveling. After the sea was frozen, the most surviving dragons in the world were the copycat dragons that were frozen along with the sea.

"you……"

Even the well-informed Ophelia couldn't help being shocked at this moment. The void gave her a vision far away. When she turned around to face Earl Clayton, she swallowed.

"What a huge fortune."

In his eyes, these dragons were not a threat but a treasure.

"We still need help from the North."

The magicians flew from the sky to the north of the world. Ryan thought they would mysteriously travel through the void and then reach their destination.

"They are not as powerful as you think. Crossing the void also requires magic power. They did not bring their own magic tower with them."

Ivar said this, but even so, he was full of envy for these space mages.

Not every magician is qualified to try space magic.

"Get ready. Now that the Dragon God has awakened, He will take over the authority of the giant dragons in this world."

Earl Clayton walked up, and the densely packed legion of Fire Dragon Knights around him gave people an oppressive majesty.

This extraordinary army has not yet ended its war with the dragon.

The same is true for Ryan.

After bidding farewell to Earl Clayton, he led his Bucks Legion cavalry to the east of the land.

The huge waves caused by the tide came from the south, but the sea water was surging, and the coastline on the east was also very wet. The iron hooves of the northern war horses stepped on the mud and sank into the mud.

"It seems to be going well."

Ryan looked at the outline in the distance. It looked like a ship, with a dozen logs thicker than waists carrying it on the ground. Alchemist apprentices were shuttling in the unfinished ship.

Ryan's Alchemy Academy has only one dean, and the rest are all apprentices.

Damien Hoffman is one of them. He is of noble blood. Mr. Rose met him when he followed Ryan to the war in the Andara Kingdom. After discovering that he had the blood talent of an alchemist, he brought him back.

The time in the Frozen Territory was not a happy one, especially since the alchemist spent all his time in the roaring valley, but Damien enjoyed the solitude.

What frustrates him is that, as an alchemist, his warlock bloodline talent is not on the metal side like Dean Rose, but rather tends towards water and wood attributes.

Such a warlock can become a combat warlock, manipulating the elements like a magician, but Damien doesn't like this feeling.

He fears war and is tired of it.

He was a man saved from the war by Ryan's army.

For him, life at the Alchemy Academy was good.

But alchemists also have their own troubles. For example, at this moment, he is arguing with a craftsman from Viscount Melendez's territory.

"That won't work. This ship can only be propelled by oars. There are no magic inscriptions on the ship, let alone a source of magic power. How can we use magic crystals?"

The craftsman questioned loudly, and Damien had no answer, but he also had his reasons.

"The oars are too slow. The bottom of this boat can only accommodate thirty-six boatmen. Lord Ryan wants a boat that can sail the ocean, not just a boat that can only wander near the coast."

"But we have never built a magical crystal-driven extraordinary ship. If we can, why not just build an airship that flies in the sky? There are such things on the West Coast."

The craftsmen argued endlessly. They were already full of resentment about the process of building the ship, because many aspects of the ship's completion were not based on the craftsmanship and appearance they were familiar with. These damn alchemists relied on their extraordinary powers to arbitrarily change their hundreds of years of inherited skills. For the craftsmen, this was the greatest insult.

"But if we don't use magic crystals, is there any way to speed up the ship?"

Damien couldn't think of any good solution, because they had been arguing with the craftsmen about this issue for more than a day.

There was no way. The alchemist had his own reasons. Most of the planks of the ship were light and hard planks made by warlocks with similar talents like Damien. The craftsmen wanted to expand the ship so that the bottom floor could accommodate fifty-four boatmen to row, but the warlocks calculated that thirty-six people was the limit.

How can we get fewer people to work more efficiently and make the ship run faster?

Damien stayed on the deck, where there were still many places without planks laid out, because more important than the planks was the sail, which was indispensable to a ship.

At this moment, dozens of people were fixing the sails on the mast. In an inattentive moment, the hemp rope fell off. The hemp rope twisted like a long snake, and exploded with a huge impact force at the tail end, hitting the void with a "snap" sound.

What Damien saw was not the sudden breakage of the hemp rope, but a human who, under the huge force of the tail, mustered up the courage to rush forward and grab the hemp rope tightly.

Dozens of people sent the sail up, but at this moment, he alone pulled the heavy rope.

Damien looked up along the rope, his eyes narrowed slightly.

There are many things about this ship that made the craftsmen cry and shout "rituals have collapsed and music has been destroyed."

For example, the roller at the mast position was replaced by a gear.

It was modified by Dean Rose herself. The craftsmen did not dare to approach the ferocious shadow python, which yelled and scolded them, the alchemist apprentices, for a long time during that period.

The original gears were replaced by rollers. After replacing them with gears, the sailors had to use more strength.

It seems to be a regressive design.

But if what happened now happens, such as when the rope suddenly breaks free and starts swinging around, the role of the gears will be reflected.

They can prevent the sails above the head from collapsing due to a rope, thus affecting the balance and movement of the entire ship. Rose's reason for this is also very simple.

"We are facing extraordinary enemies. We have extraordinary knights who can use more powerful force to pull the mast rope, but the rope is fragile in front of extraordinary enemies."

The inconvenience caused by the gears didn't matter. The worst that could happen was to replace the ordinary sailors pulling the ropes with extraordinary knights. Those strong big guys didn't have much resistance to this kind of thing.

After all, before Lord Ryan rescued them from the cold other world, they also had a hard and tiring life.

Besides, will the combination of several gears really increase the energy consumption?
Damien didn't know how he got to the bottom warehouse. It was dark and damp here. He couldn't even stand up. He could only move forward hunched over. If people were really needed to row, it would probably be only the slaves, as that would only slow down the ship's progress.

What Lord Ryan wants is a ship that can quickly search the ocean for resources unique to this world.

"Can I use gears?"

Damien was thinking that since the Alchemy Academy was just a makeshift team now, even as an apprentice, he could see a lot of things communicated between Dean Rose and Lord Ryan.

He had seen Dean Rose try to use gears to speed up certain things. For example, during the construction of North Wind Avenue, the big guys, the puppets that compacted the land, and cleared the stones had magic crystals inside that drove the gears to provide power.

Damien felt like he had grasped something, which also made him a little irritated because he always felt like he was just one step away from achieving his goal.

After leaving the ship and coming to the muddy ground around, he saw the army in the distance. It was nothing strange, as there were always knights protecting this place, fearing that a giant dragon would descend from the sky and bring about a terrible disaster.

He was looking in the direction of the ocean. There was a windmill near a hillside, a wooden windmill used to observe wind speed.

These were just made in the past few days. According to Dean Rose, the world has been in unrest recently. Damien also witnessed with his own eyes that a huge wave almost turned the half-finished shipbuilding site into ruins.

With windmills, we can observe wind speed and provide early warning so that we can take countermeasures.

At this moment, watching the windmill turning faster and faster, Damien could hear other people's exclamations. It was obvious that a new round of tsunami was approaching.

However... he did not realize it at the moment, but was immersed in the frequency of the windmill's rotation.

Faster and faster, until the sea breeze left a few white traces behind the windmill.

A strong hand picked Damien up. The warhorse was galloping on the muddy ground. It was raining. The salty rain came from the ocean.

"Giant dragons, frost dragons and tidal dragons are fighting in the deep sea. The tides are caused by their battles!"

The knight said in a muffled voice, but Damien suddenly struggled and screamed.

"I understand, I understand!!!"

"Put me down now, I understand!"

He shouted but received no response from the knights, and the horses galloped far away, where all the craftsmen, alchemists and cavalrymen gathered.

"What about the boat?"

Someone asked loudly, but the voice had to be loud because it was raining just now and now it was a rainstorm. Everyone was wet and looked at the dark skyline at the end of their sight.

It was sunny just now, but now it is covered with dark clouds. This is the shock that the war of dragons brings to mortals.

"The magic will protect it."

Rose appeared in the sky, holding a magic scroll in his hand, which Ryan had given him not long ago.

The strong wind and heavy rain came quickly, but also disappeared quickly. About half an hour later, the battle between Areris and the tidal dragon had stopped. If nothing unexpected happened, Areris should have won again.

The sky cleared up again, and the muddy ground underfoot became even wetter, submerging half of a horse's leg. Watching the craftsmen and warlocks return to the shipbuilding workshop, Ryan did not go there, but led his army northward.

On the boat, Damien loudly asked Dean Rose for more resources. After talking for a long time, Rose finally gave in.

"I'll give you three days. If you fail, use the wind magic scroll to propel the ship forward."

It took only one day instead of three days. With the extraordinary means of the alchemists, a huge windmill was grafted onto the stern of the ship. At the bottom of the ship, the gear connection could transfer the power of the oars to the stern little by little.

“Let’s call it a propeller.”

Damien used his extraordinary sorcerer talent to guide the water flow and drive the propeller to rotate.

“What if I want to stop?”

Rose asked, looking at the thing.

"Use the gears."

Eventually, the propeller became a gear structure, except for the blades.

Looking at this strange ship, the craftsmen dared not say anything and could only sigh.

"The anchor is going to gain weight again."

In the north of the world, the atmosphere is not so relaxed.

Thirty-six space magicians are building a magic circle around the sky, aiming to completely destroy the world's space barrier and draw in the northern snowstorm from other worlds.

The dragons instinctively stopped them.

"Sell it to the undead and demons for a good price!"

The magicians were laughing wildly, and even the most gentle Countess Winter couldn't help but take action several times, using space barriers to fight against the dragon.

A living dragon can be priced sky-high, and the body of a dead dragon is also worth a lot of money.

Magicians may not be opponents of dragons, but these people are all rare and powerful space magicians.

Give the magicians time, the sanctuary magicians can fight against the legends of other extraordinary paths, and these space magicians can kill the legends.

Dragons are no exception.

As the legendary [Immortal of the Void], Ophelia even released her own magician tower, which was the world inside the orb, a huge... island in the sky.

The moment the wizard tower that looked like an island appeared, the dragons felt a fatal threat, but it was too late. Invisible chains pierced their hearts and did not kill them. However, the incomparable pain caused all the dragons to instinctively launch a death charge.

"The ignorant are doomed!"

Ophelia's old voice sounded like a magical chant, his old white hair fluttered, and the invisible force gradually took on a tangible outline, including him in a prismatic shape.

All the magicians looked at him with fiery eyes, and they almost instinctively called out this strange name that was familiar from books.

【The Broken Cage of Eternal Life! 】

The legendary magician, the legendary gift of Lady Ophelia.

Click! ! !

The prismatic crystal that wrapped the old man began to crack, and then suddenly shattered, with the broken pieces flying in all directions. At this moment, all the dragons finally let fear overcome their violent instincts, and they flew madly into the distance.

It was no use. When the first dragon flew 10,000 meters away from Ophelia, it crashed into a transparent barrier. It was in great pain, but it didn't dare to stop. It turned and flew in another direction. However, just as it turned around, it crashed into the transparent barrier again. It turned again...

There were six directions in total, and each time it hit a wall. The dragon was terrified. It was sealed in an invisible cage, and the cage was getting smaller and smaller, gradually fitting in with its body...

The giant dragons fell freely from the sky seat, and soon they were suspended on the surface of the ocean. One could vaguely see their frightened eyes and pupils that were gradually losing their vitality.

Eternal death in the cage of space is also a kind of preserved eternal life.

(End of this chapter)