, it will definitely be the strongest snow wolf (Riwan)

In the Dusk Snow Castle, Oaks looked at the lord's mansion that had collapsed in half with a sad face. He lamented about his own weakness, which made him regretful that he had been so decadent in the past.

Why did I put so much energy into useless things before? Why didn't I want to improve my strength more?

If I could be stronger, could I change something a little bit?

He still can't believe that his most trusted ancestor would be defeated by a boy younger than himself.

Although it was suspected of being a sneak attack, my ancestor was a chosen one!

When he was shot down into the ruins of the Lord's Mansion by a young man of his age, he had already lost.

Because he knew that even the ancestors had no way to defeat the magic monarch, he would not even bring up the idea of ​​revenge, and would only carefully avoid the opportunity that might give the Lucius monarch to kill him.

Thinking of this, Oaks's eyes were full of loneliness. At such a young age, he suddenly felt a kind of sadness that he could not recover from.

Holy Brinia has been declaring to its allies that "the glorious era of the Ibel Federation is coming to an end", but... when will the glory that belongs to them for half their lives come?

Does he still have the chance to see such a day?

"Your Excellency Muxue, although I'm sorry, please be patient this time and don't give the Ibel Federation a chance to fight back. You are still too impulsive!"

A dwarf with a slightly stooped body stood beside his father and spoke in a deep voice.

These words made Oaks suddenly filled with boundless anger. He stood up, walked over, grabbed the dwarf by his collar, lifted him up, and cursed angrily:

"It's you jackals who want to bite the flesh off other people's bodies. Now that others have torn the flesh off our bodies, you tell me that you want us to endure it? What do you think we are? Are we the dogs of your dwarfs?"

"Isn't it?" A thought like this flashed through the dwarf's mind, but he wisely did not say it out loud. He just looked at the Lord of Muxue Castle coldly and said:

"Your Excellency Muxue, your heir seems to be a little too excited."

"Oakes, you're so rude, put your hands down."

The master of Duxue Castle said tiredly: "You raise your head now and look at the sky. They have never left."

Oaks subconsciously raised his head and looked at where the airship was in the sky. The airship flying in the ultra-high altitude never left.

In a daze, Oaks thought of the giant in the sky, swinging the iceberg upside down and smashing it down. That was the terrifying power called the Magic Lord, an existence that he had longed for but could not reach in his life.

But why...

When Lucius's indifferent face flashed across his heart, what flashed through his heart was heartfelt fear. He had no way of complaining against the magic monarch.

Because if he dares to reveal it, he may really die.

But why...

Kyle's face flashed through his mind. Why is there such an existence that completely surpasses him in every aspect? He can even seriously injure his ancestors!

As I thought about it, a feeling of jealousy welled up in my heart.

But the next moment, he felt a little decadent... because that boy was really too strong.

The dwarf patted his sleeves sarcastically, as if he wanted to wipe off something dirty, and said with a smile:

"Do you understand? They didn't come with good intentions from the beginning. If you can hold back your breath, it will not be so easy for you to directly break through the defense line.

That's how halflings are, they don't even think clearly about what they should do..."

As he spoke, the dwarf thought of Oakes' red eyes when he grabbed his sleeve just now, and suddenly felt a strong sense of shame, so he spoke more energetically:

"If you resist desperately, death is waiting for you. Believe me, the Ibel Federation has been suffering from wars since its establishment. Even though they now say they are eager for peace, in essence they are no different from other warmongers.

Do you think they gained such a large land area just by talking a few words? Believe it or not, if we hadn't arrived in time, what's waiting for you now is the destruction of Muxue Castle and the demise of your family!"

The sonorous and powerful voice of the dwarf made Oaks subconsciously take half a step back.

But after a moment, he realized that what the dwarf said made no sense.

They were the ones who caused the disaster, and they were the ones who made Muxue Castle put down its anger. They took all the benefits, and the losers were those of them who honestly protected the territory.

Of course, Oakes never thought about what they were protecting? Are they the poor halflings who were working day and night on the docks to carry goods and became sick from overwork? Or were they ordinary halflings who he had never even looked at in the past.

All he could see was the world of the small lord's mansion.

What he values ​​​​is the Duxue Castle controlled by his family. He is afraid that the family that gave him status will fall apart in the flames of war, the city run by the family will be destroyed, and everything he once controlled will disappear.

.

"Oakes, stop talking. It was us who lost. Keep this scene in mind. The fact that we will end up like this is also related to our lack of strength. No matter how much we say, it will be useless."

The upright body of Lord Duxue became a little rickety, as if he had aged several years at this moment. The age change of the halfling is not obvious on his face, but at this moment, he is still middle-aged, but he looks...

As old age approaches, he is just an ordinary old man.

"Everyone, do you have any questions?" Lucius, who was slowly falling from the sky, looked at the people below.

The people below also subconsciously looked at this existence that had brought evil consequences. However, just looking directly into Lucius's eyes, they felt as if their souls were about to be swallowed up by the twisted mental power.

That irrefutable power made them lower their heads subconsciously. The short halflings were prostrate on the ground, while the tall humans stood in the sky. This scene was deeply imprinted in their eyes and will never be forgotten.

"Why are you still standing there? This is Mr. Lucius, the Lord of the Energy Shaping Department from the Ibel Federation. Please welcome him quickly!"

A flattering smile appeared on the dwarf's face. When the Lord of Duxue Castle was the first to take the lead and lowered his head, like a domino being toppled, the Duixue Fort guards behind him lowered their heads one after another.

Along with this, their courage to fight and their determination to die were also low.

"Why do humans emerge with a group of outstanding talents in every era... Lord Lucius, can you tell me, who is the person who broke down the barrier that our family relies on for survival?"

Lucius has been silently observing their expressions. Although he has always been arrogant when speaking, he is not that kind of stupid person.

He is confident enough that those dwarves will handle the internal problems of the independent kingdom of Orion on their own. After all, they have always been like this...

The dwarfs actually have no concept of the so-called country, only the concept of interests. What they want to obtain are endless interests and a strong demand for technology, and even the latter serve the former.

As for betraying national interests?

That would be too much to look down on the dwarfs. How do they understand what national interests are? National interests are the bonds connected by a common vision, convergence of interests, and a unique culture.

If you want to start a war, these dwarves would be considered brave if they don’t immediately collect their wealth and run away. Where do they get the support for the independent kingdom of Orion to launch a war?

They only dare to unite with the Holy Papal State of Brinia to exchange the future of the independent kingdom of Orion for their own interests, or let the halflings fight to the last man to satisfy their endless greed for technology and wealth.

It is not impossible to be the dog of Holy Brianna when necessary.

Sure enough, when they showed their determination to fight with them, these guys immediately shrank, eager to calm down the anger of these visitors from the Ibel Federation.

"Why, you can't defeat us, so you want to take action against my students? Of course, if you want to take action, there is no problem... But I think in the meantime, you need to be mentally prepared and bear the heart of a lion

The anger of the Lord and me..."

The dwarf hunched over his body, clasped his hands and whispered, "Mr. Lucius, calm down! Calm down!"

We have already reported the federation and your demands to the Royal City, and we ask you all to go to the Royal City with us. I believe we will have a satisfactory answer by then."

"If that's the case, that would be great."

Lucius snorted and did not reply to his words, but flew directly back to the flying boat.

…

On the flying boat, everyone's banquet continued.

Over at the bar, a group of knights were holding wine bottles in their hands, their faces already turning red from tipsy. They were chatting happily, mentioning how brave they were when they were fighting below.

Then those whose records are not so good will talk bad words with unhappy faces, accusing those halflings of being too inexperienced.

Of course, it was inevitable that everyone also talked about the achievements of different people in this battle.

The ones that attracted the most attention were undoubtedly Lucius and Kyle.

However, the intimidation of the Magic Monarch made them not so daring to come forward. However, Kyle was different. Although he was a candidate for the Grand Duke, at least at this time he was not... Naturally, he would not be so reserved when talking.

"Master Kyle, could you please explain to us the principle of the compound magic you just used?"

When it comes to the field of knowledge, these mages very seriously gave up calling Kyle "Your Highness".

How can a cricket's status compare to the power brought by the noble knowledge of magic?

Kyle didn’t hide this, he just smiled and said:

"It's not just magic, it actually also mixes some effects from other systems.

It can only be said that although this type of magic is powerful, the preparation time is too long and it is easy for the enemy to detect the situation. If it were not for this battle, Duxue Castle had adopted a conservative stance, and it would have been very difficult to hit such a target directly.

"

How could the old mage not understand that this was Kyle's self-effacing words? What does it mean that it takes a long time to prepare?

Spells are all about combat effectiveness. Regardless of how long it takes to prepare, as long as they can destroy the enemy at the most critical moment, they have achieved their goal.

Of course, this old mage was not the only one who was curious about Kyle's spells. Many mages participating in the battle today greatly admired the rangers and the effects of the compound spells used by Kyle.

Although to a certain extent, the power they can unleash is far better than those of the Rangers, they also know that this effect that can be replicated on other professionals is precisely the most precious thing.

If magic monarchs like Lucius are expanding the upper limit of spells, then people like Kyle who transform rangers to gain stronger extraordinary power are raising the lower limits of other professionals.

They are not so stupid that they can't even understand such a thing.

The most extreme and the most universal are the two fields that are most difficult to develop. Eliminating the complex and simplifying it and simplifying the complex are two fields that are not easy to please people. However, once successful, they can often break through the cognition of the times and achieve the goal.

The effect of changing the world.
To be continued...