Chapter 329: Astart's crisis

The new calendar year 2529.
After finishing a batch of official duties in his collar, Ren stretched his waist and stood up from behind the desk.
He walked to the window and looked at his territory. The cold winter had passed, the green grass tips appeared on large areas of the land, and the dry trees were rejuvenated.
"Spring is here!"
Wren murmured, and the commentary suddenly sounded in his mind: "Spring is here, everything is restored, and it's the season of animal mating..."
Unknowingly, he has entered the third year of coming to Ellen. The memory of the previous life has become a little fuzzy, and also a little distant, as if it were a lifetime.
In fact, this is a world apart!
"Hey, I can't go back..."
In all fairness, my life in Allenus was much better than in my previous life, more moist, more exciting, and more exciting. If there is an opportunity to return to the earth before me, I will definitely hesitate, but in the end I should refuse.
Ren shook his head, and left the inexplicable sadness of spring and autumn behind his head and left the window.
He walked out of the study all the way to the teleportation hall of the castle.
"boss."
The two extreme fighters and half of the gunwing knights who were always guarding the teleportation array shouted in unison.
"Well, it's hard work."
After Reyn responded, he stepped into the teleportation formation, and his vision changed and teleported to Fort Vajra.
There are also two extreme fighters and a spear winged knight guarding here. In their greetings, Ren crossed the passage and walked inside the fortress. Along the way, the several spear wing knights encountered straightened up and saluted him respectfully.
Coming out of the fortress, a cold wind came.
Although it is already spring, it is still extremely cold on the Seine Plateau. Half a year of the year is winter, and the valley is covered with silver and light snow.
Wren wrapped his scarlet cloak to block the cold wind, turned right through the exit of the fortress wall, and entered the martial arts field.
Just arrived at the gate of the martial arts field.
He heard the sound of fighting coming from inside, mixed with the sound of weapons hitting, and turning around the wide corridor, suddenly a huge martial arts field with an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters unfolded in front of him.
The ground of the martial arts field is paved with flat diamond rock, which is hard and durable.
At this moment, more than two hundred spear wing knights who have no patrol and stand guard tasks are training hard in the martial arts field. According to their own organization, every ten people are divided into teams, and each team has an extreme warrior as an instructor, holding long swords, or practicing against each other, or listening to the extreme warriors.
This is Ren's arrangement.
In addition to practicing shooting, the lance wing knights must master an imperial military swordsmanship, and the ultimate fighters are the best instructors.
The whole family of Makurag people are masters with swords, and the extreme fighters are even more outstanding. Although they did not earnestly learn the swordsmanship of the Chinese military, the swordsmanship is interlinked. After research, they pointed out the guns that have just become extraordinary. Winged knights are not difficult.
After nearly three months of practice, the Gunwing Knights have made great progress.
Among them, several spear wing knights who are particularly talented in swordsmanship have advanced by leaps and bounds. If they only compete in swordsmanship, they are no weaker than their own instructors.
Ren was standing at the door of the martial arts training ground, and many extreme fighters and spear wing knights had noticed his arrival, and looked over involuntarily.
However, Rennes has asked for serious discipline many times, and even he cannot influence the training.
At the beginning, they were still not used to it, but after several severe punishments, everyone finally got used to it and continued their training.
Ren's gaze swept across every lance knight.
Soul Eye records the status of everyone, fills it in the database, and refreshes it.
Compared to a few months ago, the souls of all the spear wing knights have grown a lot, and the "dragon blood soul refining agent" made from green dragon blood has been distributed for two rounds. This rare soul refining potion can take effect for more than half a month in one bottle, and it is definitely one of the best cultivation potions for a spear wing knight with only one level.
In addition to the dragon blood soul refining agent, Renn is not stingy in other aspects.
All kinds of potions for restoring physical strength, energy and soul power, like no money, let the gunwing knights use them openly. In just a few months, in the potion alone, Renn invested more than 100,000 gold shields!
There are also equipment, everyone is equipped with a standard enchanted sword.
Although the enchanting effect is only one "sharp", one handle also requires dozens of golden shields, plus a set of master armor for each person, even if there is no enchantment, one set is more than ten golden shields.
The most expensive of course is the submachine gun.
Just manufacturing the magic alloy of the submachine gun requires tens of thousands of gold shields, and the shellless ammunition consumed by the gun wing knight training and shooting every day is also a huge expense.
It can be said that in order to train an extraordinary weapon of his own, Renn almost emptied his money. After a rough calculation, he has invested more than 300,000 gold shields.
You know, the silver knights under the Duke of Silver Star have a total of 3,000 people, and the maintenance cost for a year is only about one million gold shields.
But it's all worth it.
Rehn checked the database on his phone. There were three hundred gunwing knights, more than 70%, and their soul strength increased by more than half. After two months, they should be able to enter the first soul ascension, and then merge with new demons. Soul, rise to the second level.
A dozen of the most outstanding spear wing knights are only one step away from the ascension, and they should be born within a few days.
Regarding the second demon soul after the upgrade of the Spear Wing Knight, Renn has already had an eye for it, but it hasn't been determined yet.
This requires a spear wing knight to cooperate and explore.
Ren looked at the martial arts field, and his gaze fell on a gunwing knight who was his age.
"Desen..."
If nothing else, he should become the first second-level spear wing knight.
This young man from the Principality of Kemel has the best potential and aptitude. Not only does he practice the fastest, but he also has a very high talent for swordsmanship.
At this time, Desen was holding a long sword and was fighting an extreme warrior.
The ultimate fighter who fought with him was the ninth-level pinnacle. Both power and speed were more than one level higher than Desen, and there was a world of difference between the two.
However, with the long sword in his hand, Desen perfectly displayed the advantages of the Imperial military swordsmanship. He defended the center line in front of him, and his footing was steady. Although he was nearly broken through the defense many times, he was still dangerously and dangerously blocked. The stalemate was held.
when! When...
The two long swords collided intermittently, splashing sparks, and the sword shadows staggered between the two. This swordsmanship competition attracted more and more people's attention.
Ren was also amazed.
He remembered the sword match he had with Master Roger the year before last. He also relied on the swordsmanship of the Empire to defend him under Master Roger's offensive, and finally tied.
But I was using a mobile phone gyroscope and Soul Eye, and Desen had nothing.
If she is only talented in swordsmanship, Desen may be even higher.
Under Renn's gaze, the extreme fighter was unable to attack for a long time, and suddenly felt a little losing face. He couldn't help speeding up the attacking rhythm, and his power unknowingly improved, making Desen very embarrassed to deal with.
Ren discovered this, but did not stop it.
The difference between the strength of the two is too great, but Desen miraculously persisted for half a minute, faltering, but can always be restored at a critical time.
Cang!
With a sudden explosion, the long sword in Desen's hand broke in two, and the Ultimate Warrior was taken aback.
And Desen seemed to have expected this a long time ago. Taking advantage of the opportunity of his opponent's dazedness, he leaped forward and only half of the hilt hit the abdomen of the Ultimate Warrior, and he swiped it lightly without causing any wounds. With the defense of the ultimate fighter, even if he stood still and was beaten, Desen would have difficulty breaking the defense.
It was too late to resist when the Ultimate Warrior recovered.
"Instructor, let's take it."
Desen didn't show the slightest color on his face, panting heavily, wiping the sweat off his head.
The extreme warrior on the opposite side felt a little ashamed. In this swordsmanship competition, he had already lost. In fact, he is not good at Imperial military swordsmanship. He usually uses giant swords as his weapon, and he is not used to long swords. But if he loses, he loses. There is no excuse.
"You won." The Extreme Warrior said with a complicated expression: "I have nothing to teach you in swordsmanship."
"It's all instructors who teach well." Desen looked humble.
Happiness!
Ren clapped his palms and walked over and smiled: "You two don't have to give in. This is a wonderful swordsmanship contest. There is no winning or losing."
"My lord." Desen and the Extreme Soldier, as well as the surrounding team of gunwing knights, all saluted quickly.
"Give me the sword."
Rein took the half of the hilt in Desen's hand, picked up the tip of the sword on the ground, put them together, activated the activated metal, and instantly restored it to its original state.
"Thank you, sir." Desen was very grateful. This is his sword. He usually cherishes it very much. I didn't feel it when it was broken, but he felt very distressed afterwards.
"Well, keep working hard." Rennes praised a few words.
He found that his presence here would always affect their training, so it didn't take long.
As soon as he walked out of the training ground, an extreme fighter hurriedly greeted him. He saw Ren, his eyes lit up, and hurriedly said: "Boss, the patriarch sent a message from Astarte."
The patriarch in the mouth of the ultimate fighter is naturally Marius of Makurag.
Since the two sides formed an ally last year, Rennes has purchased a batch of transponders from Modu and placed them in Astarte and Fort Vajra to facilitate communication with each other.
During this period, some extreme fighters returned to the clan, but they were all in peace.
"What news?" Renne asked.
The extreme soldier handed over the sound meter, he pressed it, and Marius’ voice came out, "Your Excellency, Astarte was attacked by the enemy. This time the situation is very serious. Please come to Astarte. One trip to discuss countermeasures."
Ren frowned.
For hundreds of years, Astarte has been attacked by other forces on the plateau almost every year, and has long been used to it.
The pride of Emmarius will never ask for help when it is not a last resort.
Let him describe it as serious, which shows that the matter is indeed not small.
Ren turned his head and glanced at the training ground, thinking that this might not be a bad thing. If Astarte were to be attacked, it would just be enough for the gunwing knights to hone in the real battle.
There is no extraordinary person who sees blood, even if the training performance is good, it is useless.
Reyn replied to the voice table: "Patriarch Marius, I will be there soon."
He called for the third team of extreme fighters and beckoned outside the fortress. Suddenly a few fire dragons flew out of the cave on the rock wall, swooped into the canyon, and landed in front of them.
Everyone jumped on the back of the flying dragon and immediately rose into the air, flying out of the canyon.
After passing through the cave on the rock wall, Ren's gaze swept inside, and there were more than a dozen fire dragons living in it.
In the past few months, the extreme fighters searched regularly on the Cheyenne Plateau, found three lairs of the fire dragon, and then came back to tell Renn to tame them.
At present, the total number of fire dragons has exceeded twenty.
One out of every three extreme fighters has its own flying dragon mount and gains flame affinity elements.
Ren found a set of meditation ideas from the troll tribe and shaman priests from the Wezeland Library, and gave them to the ultimate fighters. Among them, some of the best can easily cast fire spells.
Fort Vajra is less than two hundred miles from Astarte.
The fire dragon only flew for more than an hour, and a majestic city like a ladder appeared in front.
Renn looked far away, and there was still a lot of snow on the plateau, his vision was blocked, and no hordes of enemies appeared.
The fire dragon landed on the highest temple platform in Astarte.
"Your Excellency Earl."
Marius was already waiting here. In the cold winter, he wore a thick fur, but he couldn't hide his extremely strong body.
Ren stepped forward and shook hands with him, and asked directly, "Patriarch Marius, what happened?"
"Earl, please come with me."
Marius' face was not good-looking, and he took Ren and the extreme fighters down to the fourth floor of Astarte and entered a stone courtyard.
There were Makurags guarding in the yard, and everyone's face and eyes were full of anger in UU reading www.uukanshu.com.
Ryan saw a dozen dead bodies on the ground at a glance.
All Makurag people.
Renn immediately felt that the extreme fighters who followed him became irritable and heard their voices.
The population of the Makurag tribe was originally small, with a total of only more than 3,000 people. A dozen of them died at once, which is definitely not a small loss.
"What's the matter?" Renn asked.
While questioning, he looked at the body of the Makurag, and suddenly found some clues.
These Makurags suffered different attacks before their lives, including spell damage, beast bites, and spear penetration. Judging from their outfits, they should have been raided when they were out on patrol, and they were quickly wiped out.
With the strength of the Makurag people, more than a dozen people walked together, unless they encountered a hugely disparity in the number of enemies on the Thain Plateau, they would not be killed so easily.