Chapter 1219 Racial Restrictions

Teclis was very tired from two teleportation spells in a short period of time.

It is never easy to teleport a person with the will of a god, and Imric has many Slann magical protection barriers, which makes Teclis very tired. No wonder the wizards of the royal court always think about Resign.

After the fun, Imrik was in a good mood and threw the long sword to Teclis: "How about we compare it? There is still a little time before arriving at Altdorf? Can your legendary sword be used as a weapon?" furnishings.”

The Sword of Teclis is an infinitely powerful artifact that symbolizes the identity of the Supreme Mage. It is an important symbol for him to obtain the identity of the Demon Swordsman... but it is also the most useless weapon.

After forging it with his own hands in the basement of the White Tower of Hoth, Teclis used the sword very rarely. At least in Imric's impression, there was no one who could force him to fight with the sword.

Teclis's staff waved slightly, keeping the standard long sword in the air: "My brother Tyrion will be happy to compete with you... But as for me, maybe the Phoenix King doesn't want to be stigmatized as bullying the disabled. ”

"Ha." Imrik didn't say anything. Teddy's body has completely taken on the appearance of a blood descendant of Aenarion. Although it is not as good as a human monster like Tyrion, he is still at the level of a normal magic swordsman. of.

However, he really has no talent for swordsmanship. Any attendant in the Dragon Palace can defeat the supreme mage's martial arts.

The long sword was put away by Tigris and randomly rewarded to a sailor, saying that it was a weapon once used by the Phoenix King.

The Supreme Mage came to the monarch's side and said in a silent tone: "You seem to be very happy...but don't talk about Menil. I have heard many people say that you think this summit is not as important as Menil's fourth birthday. "

"Don't talk nonsense. This summit... may decide a lot of things." Imrik's veto made Teclis look sarcastic. If it wasn't necessary to attend, I'm afraid you would still be raising your grandson in the Dragon Palace.

But just listen to Imrik continue: "Although I really want to celebrate Menil's birthday, it is also a good thing to visit the old world occasionally... Speaking of Tigris, after Volan, you still Have you ever accepted a human disciple?”

"No...but occasionally there is some contact with the Altdorf Academy of Magic, and the current chief mage, Belshazer Galt, is a person obsessed with alchemy."

Obsessed with alchemy...which means Teclis has little interest in him.

Teclis specializes in many fields, but most of the time he stays in medicine and astrology. The former is due to physical disability, and the latter is the former chosen one of Lilith.

As for the true master of alchemy, you have to look at Caledo. This is a very ancient knowledge. How to turn a piece of crude steel into a sharp weapon that can kill the enemy. Relying on various weird experiments, you can The transformation of stone into gold, as well as the emerging technology of gunpowder, can all be summed up in alchemy.

"I heard that Belshazer Gelt is also very interested in engineering." Imrik glanced at Tigris, hoping to get relevant information about the chief mage of the empire from him.

Belshazer Gelt, the incarnation of the Golden Wind, is no less talented than the Elf Archmage. The fact that he was able to build that wall to resist Chaos is a testament to his ability.

If you can pull it over, that would definitely be the best...

"I know very little about engineering...that's something you should ask Bloxon about."

The Supreme Mage didn't want to answer the question behind his words. How would he evaluate Belshazer Gelt? The human magic system has developed rapidly. Ever since Tigris was invited by Magnus to establish it in Altdorf After the establishment of a formal mage training institution, a branch different from the Asul magic system emerged.

Human spells are mixed with many traces of witchcraft, and coupled with their martial and pragmatic qualities, they often do not study the principles of the wind of magic.

Since I can let it go, why should I think about it?

This is a legacy problem. Compared to the Supreme Mage, who occupies an important position in the Phoenix Court, the Chief Archmage, who lacks influence on the Council of Electors, needs to prove to the empire that they are a powerful force of help.

"I still like you as you were before. At least you are very direct when you speak...even though it sounds harsh."

"You mean...before the Great Holy War?"

"maybe."

"I also liked the old you better. At least you wouldn't ask me about the value of a human being."

"hehe."

The two looked at each other, then smiled helplessly.

With the growth of age, many of the stubborn thoughts in the past have gradually melted away. Tyrion, who used to often find people to fight with in Ulthuan, is now staying in Lothern, helping his old friend Eltharion handle the military affairs of the royal court. Yet.

"Your Majesty, we will be arriving at Marienburg soon..." North's words interrupted their memories.

Imrik waved his hand, and before North could say the next sentence: "I don't want to meet any baron family, let alone deal with the people in Nordland, so I left a few people in Marienburg and set off directly to Altdorf."

"yes."

When North left, only two people were left at the edge of the deck.

Facing the breeze at the mouth of the Reik River, Teclis looked a little nostalgic. He had also stayed in the empire for a long time, even longer than Imric.

He pointed out a way for the imperial mages to live in the light, proving to the electors and the church that the role of magic is not only to harm people, but also to make up for the disadvantages you have faced all kinds of evil for many years.

"I still remember Volan... He was a gifted light mage. After successfully guiding the magical winds from the earth into his body, he made a request to me."

"I hope he is not stupid enough to ask you to teach siege magic."

"No..." Teclis shook his head slowly, his tone a little sad: "He wanted me to guide him to learn the winds of Quesh. I taught him some preliminary methods to sort the eight winds, but the results were not satisfactory... After his death, a letter was sent to Ulthuan.

Volan, with unparalleled anger and sorrow, denounced the injustice of this world. He had a talent that was not inferior to the great mage of the White Tower of Hoeth, but due to the limitations of race, it was difficult for him to correctly sort the eight winds in the two dimensions of spirit and perception... He almost created the embryo of dark magic in the empire.

He had a heart for knowledge, but he did not have this opportunity. Race is the biggest limitation on the road of magic."

"You seem to have something to say..." Imrick narrowed his eyes and looked at Teclis, who looked a little sad.

Elves are one of the most successful spellcasters in the world, but only one of them.

The most powerful spellcaster is undoubtedly Slann. Even with Teclis's talent, he can only touch the lower limit of the second generation of Slann, far less than the first generation of big toads who treat big demons as balls.

This is partly due to the limitations of the Great Whirlpool, and more of the shackles of race.

Why was the dragon tamer called the most powerful wizard in the world six thousand years ago? Because Lord Kroka died.

Now Teclis is talking about Volan, and Imrick does not think it is just a simple sigh. (End of this chapter)