Chapter 245 The End of the Elements
West of Polon, Earl of Johnson, outside the Earl's mansion.
Viscount Millers, who looked restless, paced back and forth in front of the gate of Earl Johnson's mansion, holding his aristocratic demeanor.
Viscount Millers took out his exquisite gold pocket watch and glanced at the time on it. It had been nearly twenty or ten minutes since the guards went to report, but the earl's butler hadn't come to invite him in yet.
The sound of horseshoes approaching, Viscount Millers raised his head and looked at the carriage driving towards the Earl's mansion. The luxurious carriage carried the coat of arms of Viscount Mel's family.
The Viscounty of Mel is the largest Viscounty in the entire Western Territory, and Viscount Millers was not at all surprised by Viscount Mel's arrival.
After all, judging from the size of the territory and the degree of prosperity, Viscount Mel, who owns a large area of farmland and commercial towns that are rare in the western region, should be the most anxious among them.
The carriage stopped slowly, and the driver got out of the carriage, and went to open the carriage door respectfully.
Even though he was anxious and anxious, Viscount Mel's footsteps were still calm, showing his good aristocratic upbringing.
"Viscount Millers?" Viscount Mel was a little surprised, and then showed a clear look.
After greeting each other, Viscount Mel also dismissed his attendants like Viscount Millers, and stood outside the door of the Earl's mansion.
"You came here for, uh, that matter too?"
Viscount Millers sighed: "I don't think any nobleman can remain calm in this situation, including our Lord Earl."
Both Viscount Millers and Viscount Meyer were attached to Earl Wilson. The ancestors of their families had served the Johnson family, and the entrusted territory also came from the Johnson County.
Therefore, when faced with a difficult situation, the first thing Earl Johnson's vassals thought of was to seek help from Earl Johnson.
Viscount Mel also heaved a long sigh, and said with a frown: "Our new grand duke is really a little too... Alas, how can he directly divide half of the western region into a dragon? He didn't even consult the nobles. Parliament's opinion!"
Viscount Millers nodded silently, allowing the noble nobles to accept the rule of a savage, evil and greedy real dragon. That grand duke has indeed gone too far.
The two chatted for a few words and waited for another 10 minutes, but still no one came to greet them.
Viscount Mel began to pace anxiously in front of Viscount Millers, just like Viscount Millers did before.
Viscount Mel took out his pocket watch and confirmed the time on it: "It's been 10 minutes, why didn't the Earl send someone to invite us in?"
Viscount Millers shrugged and said, "Don't ask me, I've been waiting for four or ten minutes."
Gradually slanting to the west, a carriage carrying the coat of arms of the nobles arrived in front of the Earl's mansion, and every noble who got off the carriage looked at the nobles standing outside the door.
Until it was getting late, a guard finally opened the gate of the mansion, and the earl's old butler invited the hungry nobles in with impeccable etiquette.
A dinner party was held in the hall, and the hungry nobles gracefully cut the food on the plate, but their minds were obviously not on the delicious food in front of them.
It was not Earl Johnson sitting at the head of the long table, but Earl Johnson's eldest son.
That little Mr. Johnson smiled dignifiedly and talked with the nobles present, but he still couldn't let the depression in the hearts of the nobles be relieved by half.
Viscount Millers winked at Viscount White, who had a good relationship with him and could be regarded as his uncle in terms of blood relationship.
The two apologized to Johnson Jr., who was the host, and left the table with red wine glasses and walked to the garden outside the banquet hall.
"Uncle White, what does the Earl mean?" Millers asked puzzled.
Viscount White, who is over 60 years old, has dealt with Earl Johnson for decades since he succeeded Viscount White, but at this moment he has no clue about the Earl's behavior.
"In any case, we are on the side of the Earl in this matter." Viscount White said: "Just wait patiently. After the Earl has figured out how to deal with it, he will summon us the day after tomorrow at most."
Viscount Millers nodded, and did not ask Viscount White why he decided that the day after tomorrow would be the latest, because three days later was the deadline set by the evil dragon.
On the other side of the Earl's mansion, opposite the banquet hall, in the Earl's study.
Leaning on the high back chair, the gray-haired Earl Johnson opened his eyes, revealing his eyes that were not cloudy.
He picked up the quill pen in front of him, dyed it with ink, and began to write on the well-made papyrus letter paper.
After dyeing the ink several times, Earl Johnson signed his name at the end of the letter.
Fold the dry letter paper, stuff it into the envelope, and seal the opening with sealing paint.
Earl Johnson thought for a while, then picked up the seal on the desk, and printed on the uncured wax seal a seal that represented the Johnson family and Earl Johnson's will.
Calling his trusted servants, Earl Johnson said: "You ride a griffin and deliver this letter overnight."
Until the end of the banquet, the nobles did not see Earl Johnson, and were arranged to rest in the guest room.
But to the surprise of the nobles, they were summoned by Earl Johnson the next morning, which was much faster than they expected.
After all, with Earl Johnson's attitude shown the day before, the nobles thought he would make a decision at the last moment.
As soon as he entered the meeting room, a nobleman asked impatiently: "My lord, in the territory assigned to the real dragon by the Grand Duke, you have the highest rank, the most prestigious, and the most wisdom. You must have thought of how to deal with it." The method that the real dragon demanded unreasonably?"
Earl Johnson, who was seated at the head, just smiled, took a sip of black tea, and said, "You can talk about your thoughts first."
All the viscounts and barons immediately complained, but it was nothing more than unwillingness to compromise with the real dragon and hand over the territory, but there was no feasible solution.
Viscount Mel, who has the largest and richest territory among the viscounts, stood up and said: "According to the law of the nobles, it is illegal for His Majesty the Grand Duke to directly allocate the fiefdom to others without the consent of the noble council and the nobles of the fiefdom. If it is not recognized, we can use this to protest to the noble council!"
Many nobles' eyes lit up.
yes!His Majesty the Grand Duke has violated the sacred "Noble Code". Even if the protest fails to achieve results, he can delay the time by protesting.
For a while, the conference room was filled with the voices of nobles requesting Earl Johnson to jointly protest to the noble council.
Earl Johnson was about to speak when the sudden knock on the door attracted the attention of all the nobles.
A majestic voice sounded outside the door:
"Open the door and provide welfare to the community." "Boom -" A big tree with a diameter of one meter fell down with a crash. Sauta, who was dressed in black and gold iron armor and holding a black iron ax, still maintained the posture of chopping down the tree with one axe.
The iron ax forged by the copper hammer made Sauta very satisfied.
In the past, it often smashed the stone ax because it was too strong or the enemy was too hard. The stone ax that took a day to make could be regarded as a consumable in its hands.
This is even more so after transforming into a dragon blood creature. The stone ax cannot withstand the huge strength of the dragon blood tauren at all. I am afraid that the stone ax consumed in a battle will take the tauren a month to make.
But this ax can not only withstand its strength, it is also heavier and sharper than the stone axe!
Sauta caressed the blade of the axe, his eyes gleaming, all members of the Horn tribe equipped with this kind of axe can directly increase their combat effectiveness by several percent!
"How does it feel?"
Sauta turned around, knelt on one knee while supporting the giant axe, lowered his head to the huge blue true dragon sitting in front of him, and said, "A very powerful weapon, great master! With such a weapon, the Madhorn tribe is confident that it will help you Shred all enemies!"
Ron can already see a fully armed tauren army, it will be a sharp blade that can frighten the enemy, any enemy who dares to stop them will fall under their iron hooves and giant axes.
The copper hammer quickly ran to Sauta, who was nearly four meters tall, and struck the blade of the giant axe. After careful observation, he saw a bit of curled blade and complained: "Big man, your strength is simply stronger than the ground." The dragon is so big! Damn it, your axes need to be plated with fine steel!"
Long En said with a smile: "You decide on the specific improvement items yourself, and leave professional matters to professional people. If you have any difficulties, tell Glengo, and it will coordinate."
Glengo beside him stroked his chest respectfully and bent over.
"Okay, you can do the rest of the tests by yourself. The specific test items are up to Tong Hammer."
Ron flapped his wings into the air, left the test site for the first batch of family equipment, and flew back to the Dragon's Nest.
Ron lay on the high pile of gold coins, and took out a thick mage's notebook from the storage ring, which was the reward Curelia paid for Ron's release of the mercenaries.
Since King Boren returned to the Dragon's Lair, Ron had been studying this notebook during the time when the dwarves were building houses, forges, and smelting furnaces.
This is a mage who was promoted from the fourth ring to the ninth ring and recorded his life's notes. Just looking at the notes of the previous mage when he was still on the fourth and fifth rings benefited Ron a lot.
But Ron still couldn't construct the five-ring spell.
During this period of time, Ron tried several times, but failed inexplicably when the final spell structure was about to be completed.
Ron, who had no idea, asked Curelia and Vidirpan, but there was no record of this situation in the Dragon's Legacy.
Ron even called Glengo and asked it in detail how it felt when learning the five-ring spell, but got nothing.
"When I was constructing the fourth-ring spell, I felt vaguely wrong, as if something was hindering my mental power to construct the spell structure. The feeling of constructing the fifth-ring spell was even more obvious." Ron muttered to himself.
"But why does this happen?"
According to the information that Long received from various places, there has never been a record of this situation in this world.
After pondering for such a long time, Ron had a little guess in his heart.
This world has never had such a situation, but the problem is that, strictly speaking, he does not belong to this world, at least not completely.
His soul came from another world, a world without supernatural powers, gods, dragons and giants.
"Is it because my soul contradicts the rules of this world?"
Ron shook his head.
If his soul is rejected by this world, it is unlikely that he will be accepted by this world, and he will be reincarnated into a real dragon. It is even more likely that he will be rejected and crushed by this world when he came to this world for no reason, and then dissipates.
The soul is an extremely fragile thing, not to mention that before he was reincarnated in this world, he was just an ordinary person who had never been exposed to extraordinary power, and his soul was even more pitifully fragile.
"Every construction is at the moment before the spell structure is about to take shape, and my mental power is still very sufficient, and my soul has not changed."
Ron carefully recalled the experience of the previous few construction failures, trying to find the reason for the failure.
"The principle of all spells is to build a spell structure, and then make the spell structure produce a specific vibration frequency, which resonates at the same frequency as the magic power 'Dark Sea'..."
"Magic 'dark sea', resonance..."
Ron frowned.
The so-called "dark sea" of magical power is very similar to the negative energy sea in the universe that he had heard about in his previous life, but the latter is just a guess, while the former is the source of all extraordinary power in this world.
Whether it is an extraordinary knight, a spellcaster, or an extraordinary creature, they all depend on the "dark sea" for their existence, which is a real sea of energy.
"Resonate with the magical 'Dark Sea'..."
Ron suddenly thought of something, and released three apprentice-level tricks in a row, followed by three first-level spells, and then three second-level spells.
Immersed in the spiritual world, Ron felt the shock generated by the spell structure, as well as the resonance generated by the magical "dark sea" that soaked him and the entire world.
After the spells of the third and fourth rings were released, Ron slowly opened his eyes.
"As expected, there is a problem with the resonance frequency between the spell structure and the dark sea. The higher the number of spell rings, the greater the resonance difference."
"The final stage of the construction of the spell structure will also trigger the resonance of the dark sea, and the failure of the construction is caused by the excessive difference in resonance."
The meditation of the spellcaster and the cultivation of the extraordinary knight, in addition to improving the strength of the mind and body, are actually to establish one's own understanding of the rules of the world, so as to bring oneself closer to the vibration frequency of the dark sea.
"The degree of cognition of the rules of the world is positively correlated with the frequency of the vibration of the dark sea. Therefore, as long as the meditator does not solidify his own cognition and does not reach the limit of his soul and body, he can rely on the energy of the dark sea to feed back and improve. "
"As for extraordinary creatures such as real dragons, after they are born, they are naturally suited to the vibration frequency of the dark sea, so they only need to grow with time, and their strength will become stronger."
"But my soul is not a naturally born real dragon soul, so I can't cross the limit of understanding the rules of the world."
Ron tapped the mage's notebook with his fingertips, forcing himself to give up thinking about the cognition he had built up on the world in his previous life, and to re-examine the world according to the understanding in the mage's notebook.
(End of this chapter)
West of Polon, Earl of Johnson, outside the Earl's mansion.
Viscount Millers, who looked restless, paced back and forth in front of the gate of Earl Johnson's mansion, holding his aristocratic demeanor.
Viscount Millers took out his exquisite gold pocket watch and glanced at the time on it. It had been nearly twenty or ten minutes since the guards went to report, but the earl's butler hadn't come to invite him in yet.
The sound of horseshoes approaching, Viscount Millers raised his head and looked at the carriage driving towards the Earl's mansion. The luxurious carriage carried the coat of arms of Viscount Mel's family.
The Viscounty of Mel is the largest Viscounty in the entire Western Territory, and Viscount Millers was not at all surprised by Viscount Mel's arrival.
After all, judging from the size of the territory and the degree of prosperity, Viscount Mel, who owns a large area of farmland and commercial towns that are rare in the western region, should be the most anxious among them.
The carriage stopped slowly, and the driver got out of the carriage, and went to open the carriage door respectfully.
Even though he was anxious and anxious, Viscount Mel's footsteps were still calm, showing his good aristocratic upbringing.
"Viscount Millers?" Viscount Mel was a little surprised, and then showed a clear look.
After greeting each other, Viscount Mel also dismissed his attendants like Viscount Millers, and stood outside the door of the Earl's mansion.
"You came here for, uh, that matter too?"
Viscount Millers sighed: "I don't think any nobleman can remain calm in this situation, including our Lord Earl."
Both Viscount Millers and Viscount Meyer were attached to Earl Wilson. The ancestors of their families had served the Johnson family, and the entrusted territory also came from the Johnson County.
Therefore, when faced with a difficult situation, the first thing Earl Johnson's vassals thought of was to seek help from Earl Johnson.
Viscount Mel also heaved a long sigh, and said with a frown: "Our new grand duke is really a little too... Alas, how can he directly divide half of the western region into a dragon? He didn't even consult the nobles. Parliament's opinion!"
Viscount Millers nodded silently, allowing the noble nobles to accept the rule of a savage, evil and greedy real dragon. That grand duke has indeed gone too far.
The two chatted for a few words and waited for another 10 minutes, but still no one came to greet them.
Viscount Mel began to pace anxiously in front of Viscount Millers, just like Viscount Millers did before.
Viscount Mel took out his pocket watch and confirmed the time on it: "It's been 10 minutes, why didn't the Earl send someone to invite us in?"
Viscount Millers shrugged and said, "Don't ask me, I've been waiting for four or ten minutes."
Gradually slanting to the west, a carriage carrying the coat of arms of the nobles arrived in front of the Earl's mansion, and every noble who got off the carriage looked at the nobles standing outside the door.
Until it was getting late, a guard finally opened the gate of the mansion, and the earl's old butler invited the hungry nobles in with impeccable etiquette.
A dinner party was held in the hall, and the hungry nobles gracefully cut the food on the plate, but their minds were obviously not on the delicious food in front of them.
It was not Earl Johnson sitting at the head of the long table, but Earl Johnson's eldest son.
That little Mr. Johnson smiled dignifiedly and talked with the nobles present, but he still couldn't let the depression in the hearts of the nobles be relieved by half.
Viscount Millers winked at Viscount White, who had a good relationship with him and could be regarded as his uncle in terms of blood relationship.
The two apologized to Johnson Jr., who was the host, and left the table with red wine glasses and walked to the garden outside the banquet hall.
"Uncle White, what does the Earl mean?" Millers asked puzzled.
Viscount White, who is over 60 years old, has dealt with Earl Johnson for decades since he succeeded Viscount White, but at this moment he has no clue about the Earl's behavior.
"In any case, we are on the side of the Earl in this matter." Viscount White said: "Just wait patiently. After the Earl has figured out how to deal with it, he will summon us the day after tomorrow at most."
Viscount Millers nodded, and did not ask Viscount White why he decided that the day after tomorrow would be the latest, because three days later was the deadline set by the evil dragon.
On the other side of the Earl's mansion, opposite the banquet hall, in the Earl's study.
Leaning on the high back chair, the gray-haired Earl Johnson opened his eyes, revealing his eyes that were not cloudy.
He picked up the quill pen in front of him, dyed it with ink, and began to write on the well-made papyrus letter paper.
After dyeing the ink several times, Earl Johnson signed his name at the end of the letter.
Fold the dry letter paper, stuff it into the envelope, and seal the opening with sealing paint.
Earl Johnson thought for a while, then picked up the seal on the desk, and printed on the uncured wax seal a seal that represented the Johnson family and Earl Johnson's will.
Calling his trusted servants, Earl Johnson said: "You ride a griffin and deliver this letter overnight."
Until the end of the banquet, the nobles did not see Earl Johnson, and were arranged to rest in the guest room.
But to the surprise of the nobles, they were summoned by Earl Johnson the next morning, which was much faster than they expected.
After all, with Earl Johnson's attitude shown the day before, the nobles thought he would make a decision at the last moment.
As soon as he entered the meeting room, a nobleman asked impatiently: "My lord, in the territory assigned to the real dragon by the Grand Duke, you have the highest rank, the most prestigious, and the most wisdom. You must have thought of how to deal with it." The method that the real dragon demanded unreasonably?"
Earl Johnson, who was seated at the head, just smiled, took a sip of black tea, and said, "You can talk about your thoughts first."
All the viscounts and barons immediately complained, but it was nothing more than unwillingness to compromise with the real dragon and hand over the territory, but there was no feasible solution.
Viscount Mel, who has the largest and richest territory among the viscounts, stood up and said: "According to the law of the nobles, it is illegal for His Majesty the Grand Duke to directly allocate the fiefdom to others without the consent of the noble council and the nobles of the fiefdom. If it is not recognized, we can use this to protest to the noble council!"
Many nobles' eyes lit up.
yes!His Majesty the Grand Duke has violated the sacred "Noble Code". Even if the protest fails to achieve results, he can delay the time by protesting.
For a while, the conference room was filled with the voices of nobles requesting Earl Johnson to jointly protest to the noble council.
Earl Johnson was about to speak when the sudden knock on the door attracted the attention of all the nobles.
A majestic voice sounded outside the door:
"Open the door and provide welfare to the community." "Boom -" A big tree with a diameter of one meter fell down with a crash. Sauta, who was dressed in black and gold iron armor and holding a black iron ax, still maintained the posture of chopping down the tree with one axe.
The iron ax forged by the copper hammer made Sauta very satisfied.
In the past, it often smashed the stone ax because it was too strong or the enemy was too hard. The stone ax that took a day to make could be regarded as a consumable in its hands.
This is even more so after transforming into a dragon blood creature. The stone ax cannot withstand the huge strength of the dragon blood tauren at all. I am afraid that the stone ax consumed in a battle will take the tauren a month to make.
But this ax can not only withstand its strength, it is also heavier and sharper than the stone axe!
Sauta caressed the blade of the axe, his eyes gleaming, all members of the Horn tribe equipped with this kind of axe can directly increase their combat effectiveness by several percent!
"How does it feel?"
Sauta turned around, knelt on one knee while supporting the giant axe, lowered his head to the huge blue true dragon sitting in front of him, and said, "A very powerful weapon, great master! With such a weapon, the Madhorn tribe is confident that it will help you Shred all enemies!"
Ron can already see a fully armed tauren army, it will be a sharp blade that can frighten the enemy, any enemy who dares to stop them will fall under their iron hooves and giant axes.
The copper hammer quickly ran to Sauta, who was nearly four meters tall, and struck the blade of the giant axe. After careful observation, he saw a bit of curled blade and complained: "Big man, your strength is simply stronger than the ground." The dragon is so big! Damn it, your axes need to be plated with fine steel!"
Long En said with a smile: "You decide on the specific improvement items yourself, and leave professional matters to professional people. If you have any difficulties, tell Glengo, and it will coordinate."
Glengo beside him stroked his chest respectfully and bent over.
"Okay, you can do the rest of the tests by yourself. The specific test items are up to Tong Hammer."
Ron flapped his wings into the air, left the test site for the first batch of family equipment, and flew back to the Dragon's Nest.
Ron lay on the high pile of gold coins, and took out a thick mage's notebook from the storage ring, which was the reward Curelia paid for Ron's release of the mercenaries.
Since King Boren returned to the Dragon's Lair, Ron had been studying this notebook during the time when the dwarves were building houses, forges, and smelting furnaces.
This is a mage who was promoted from the fourth ring to the ninth ring and recorded his life's notes. Just looking at the notes of the previous mage when he was still on the fourth and fifth rings benefited Ron a lot.
But Ron still couldn't construct the five-ring spell.
During this period of time, Ron tried several times, but failed inexplicably when the final spell structure was about to be completed.
Ron, who had no idea, asked Curelia and Vidirpan, but there was no record of this situation in the Dragon's Legacy.
Ron even called Glengo and asked it in detail how it felt when learning the five-ring spell, but got nothing.
"When I was constructing the fourth-ring spell, I felt vaguely wrong, as if something was hindering my mental power to construct the spell structure. The feeling of constructing the fifth-ring spell was even more obvious." Ron muttered to himself.
"But why does this happen?"
According to the information that Long received from various places, there has never been a record of this situation in this world.
After pondering for such a long time, Ron had a little guess in his heart.
This world has never had such a situation, but the problem is that, strictly speaking, he does not belong to this world, at least not completely.
His soul came from another world, a world without supernatural powers, gods, dragons and giants.
"Is it because my soul contradicts the rules of this world?"
Ron shook his head.
If his soul is rejected by this world, it is unlikely that he will be accepted by this world, and he will be reincarnated into a real dragon. It is even more likely that he will be rejected and crushed by this world when he came to this world for no reason, and then dissipates.
The soul is an extremely fragile thing, not to mention that before he was reincarnated in this world, he was just an ordinary person who had never been exposed to extraordinary power, and his soul was even more pitifully fragile.
"Every construction is at the moment before the spell structure is about to take shape, and my mental power is still very sufficient, and my soul has not changed."
Ron carefully recalled the experience of the previous few construction failures, trying to find the reason for the failure.
"The principle of all spells is to build a spell structure, and then make the spell structure produce a specific vibration frequency, which resonates at the same frequency as the magic power 'Dark Sea'..."
"Magic 'dark sea', resonance..."
Ron frowned.
The so-called "dark sea" of magical power is very similar to the negative energy sea in the universe that he had heard about in his previous life, but the latter is just a guess, while the former is the source of all extraordinary power in this world.
Whether it is an extraordinary knight, a spellcaster, or an extraordinary creature, they all depend on the "dark sea" for their existence, which is a real sea of energy.
"Resonate with the magical 'Dark Sea'..."
Ron suddenly thought of something, and released three apprentice-level tricks in a row, followed by three first-level spells, and then three second-level spells.
Immersed in the spiritual world, Ron felt the shock generated by the spell structure, as well as the resonance generated by the magical "dark sea" that soaked him and the entire world.
After the spells of the third and fourth rings were released, Ron slowly opened his eyes.
"As expected, there is a problem with the resonance frequency between the spell structure and the dark sea. The higher the number of spell rings, the greater the resonance difference."
"The final stage of the construction of the spell structure will also trigger the resonance of the dark sea, and the failure of the construction is caused by the excessive difference in resonance."
The meditation of the spellcaster and the cultivation of the extraordinary knight, in addition to improving the strength of the mind and body, are actually to establish one's own understanding of the rules of the world, so as to bring oneself closer to the vibration frequency of the dark sea.
"The degree of cognition of the rules of the world is positively correlated with the frequency of the vibration of the dark sea. Therefore, as long as the meditator does not solidify his own cognition and does not reach the limit of his soul and body, he can rely on the energy of the dark sea to feed back and improve. "
"As for extraordinary creatures such as real dragons, after they are born, they are naturally suited to the vibration frequency of the dark sea, so they only need to grow with time, and their strength will become stronger."
"But my soul is not a naturally born real dragon soul, so I can't cross the limit of understanding the rules of the world."
Ron tapped the mage's notebook with his fingertips, forcing himself to give up thinking about the cognition he had built up on the world in his previous life, and to re-examine the world according to the understanding in the mage's notebook.
(End of this chapter)
