Bruno's idea of combining the wind technique with arrows was mainly derived from the sniper in the previous life.
Based on the principle of capturing the thief first, if you can kill the enemy's general at the beginning of the war, you can gain a great strategic advantage.
Even if the target cannot be successfully shot, it can still be a great deterrent to the enemy and boost military morale.
"After all, I'm only one person, so I won't be building roads. Give me more time and I'll try to build the frame of the enchanted weapon as soon as possible," Anel said.
"Ah? You're not going to build the road?"
"Of course not! I am also studying enchanted weapons and building roads. I am the only mage in the entire Idar territory. How can I have so much free time!" Anel said with a dark face.
"Speaking of you being the only mage...by the way, has your letter been sent?"
Bruno suddenly remembered that he had suggested to Arnel that he could invite (hu) some of his classmates and friends to visit Idar.
"The letter has been sent for a while, I guess... it should have arrived..."
"By the way...where did you learn magic?"
"The imperial capital, St. Lawrence."
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The cold wind of early spring blew across the boundless land, traveling all the way south from the northernmost province of Angrus, crossing the barriers of the mountains, crossing the vastness of the forest, carrying the cold wind from the northern frontier of the empire, and traveling thousands of miles in one day.
Finally invaded the heart and lungs of the Norman Empire - the city of St. Lawrence.
Passing through the civilian residential area that is mixed with the smell of earth and poverty, and passing the luxurious aristocratic mansion area that is still green in winter, a huge and solemn building, like a sleeping dragon crawling on the ground, stands abruptly
Between the palace and the inner city.
Its spacious and bright steps are paved with flat marble slabs. The twenty-one steps from bottom to top symbolize the twenty-one provinces under the rule of the Norman Empire when this building was built.
Ninety-nine light gray marble pillars support the gilded light golden roof. Each stone pillar is a miraculous stone carving work of art, showing the glory and prosperity of the empire to the world.
The high-value purple satin is decorated on the white walls, and the eagle emblem of the Norman Empire royal family is painted on the silky satin. The eagle spreading its wings seems to be scanning all the living beings who worship at its feet with its sharp eyes.
The three blue carpets paved on the steps contrast with the purple eagle on the wall, and the noble atmosphere fills them quietly.
Here is the Regency Council of the Norman Empire, a power body composed of five actual dukes and hundreds of nobles.
This advisory organization was born during the period of the "Wise King" Helle Alexander. After hundreds of years of growth, it finally became a behemoth that could rival the royal family.
It is a symbol of power, a business card of wealth, and the product of the game between the nobles of the Norman Empire and the imperial power. Countless nobles once stood in the hall of the Regency Council and used touching words to seek ulterior interests for themselves...
About four blocks to the west of the Regent Council, towering wizard towers are located on Alfaro Street. From a distance, you can see the Gothic spires piercing straight into the sky.
Each towering mage tower symbolizes a famous mage and the mage inheritance of a certain faction.
Arnell's teacher, the Archmage Glen Galvin, lives in one of the mage towers.
He is not only an archmage, he is also the chief financial officer of the empire and the special mage advisor in the city of St. Lawrence to Duke Lune, one of the five grand dukes who controls the regent council.
In addition, he is also one of several elders of the Mages Guild, and is the most prestigious archmage in the Norman Empire today.
Wright stood by the window at the top of the stairs, looking at the stern palace and the majestic Regency Council in the distance.
The vast St. Lawrence is almost endless as far as the eye can see. The mansions and castles of the nobles are scattered in an orderly manner, and the open streets are full of people.
Luxurious carriages passed among the civilians, and knights in armor controlled their horses to guard the stability of the power center.
Wright was originally just an ordinary person living in the western part of the empire. His parents, even three generations back, were just the most ordinary civilians.
But maybe God opened his eyes, and after Wright was born, he was able to feel the magical elements in the world.
It was precisely for this reason that the local lord reported his existence to the Mages Guild, and at that time Glen Galvin happened to be the rotating Archmage in the western part of the empire.
Wright naturally entered Glenn Galvin's school.
However, despite his mediocre qualifications, he is far less popular than his senior brother and sister, Teacher Zhao. Although they live in the same mage tower, he often only sees his teacher every three to four months or even more than half a year.
And he also knew very well how much he weighed. If it weren't for the Mage Guild's mandatory requirement that every archmage must recruit at least two apprentices every year, Master Galvin would never have allowed himself to become his apprentice.
I remember that when he first arrived in St. Lawrence, Wright was shocked by everything about this giant city.
He has a beautiful vision and a desire to get ahead, and he dreams that one day he can have his own mage tower in the center of the empire, so that his family can achieve a class leap.
However...the ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny.
Master Galvin has too many disciples, not only talented disciples with outstanding talents, but also aristocratic apprentices with profound backgrounds, so that a civilian apprentice with mediocre qualifications like him... can only do odd jobs in the mage tower.
.
Until now, Master Galvin has only given him personal guidance three times, and each time he did it hastily.
So much so that Wright's basic magic was almost all taught by himself.
At this moment, two mage apprentices went downstairs one after another. The leading male mage said casually: "Wright! I accidentally broke the water glass in the practice room. You can go upstairs and clean it up later!"
"Okay..." Wright whispered.
This male mage's name is Reagan, and he is Master Galvin's favorite disciple. He has the opportunity to receive personal guidance from Master Galvin almost every week. At the age of only twenty-four, he has learned all the basic spells, and soon
I have started learning intermediate spells before.
That's right, Wright's daily task now is to clean the spell training rooms on the fifth and sixth floors of the mage tower.
There are many mage apprentices doing the same job in this mage tower. They all came to Saint Lawrence with great expectations, and then succumbed to the cruel reality under the polish of the years...
There are no bloody scenes of insults and slaps in the face, and there is no familiar plot that deliberately seeks trouble, because for the talented mage apprentices in the mage tower, apprentices like Wright are just passing clouds, and they have never seen them with their eyes.
, I don’t even know the names of these apprentices...
When Wright arrived at the spell training room on the fifth floor, everyone here had already left.
He calmly used a broom to clean up the broken cups and water stains on the floor of the training room. Then Wright took out his staff and began to practice the basic magic he had learned on his own.
While practicing, other mage apprentices walked in cautiously.
They are all mage apprentices who are not welcomed by Master Galvin on weekdays. They can only come here quietly to practice while others are enjoying dinner.
"Light..." an apprentice suddenly shouted.
Wright turned around and saw that it was Watson who lived in the room next to his.
"What's wrong?" Wright put down his staff and asked.
"A letter from Arnel!" Watson waved an envelope in his hand.
"What did you say?" Wright asked quickly.
Unlike other mage apprentices, although Anel's magical talent was mediocre, Galvin would not ignore him because of his father, Duke Luen.
However, as if he realized that Galvin only taught him well because of his father, Duke of Rune, Anel, who had always been strong, actually left the mage tower without saying a word.
It was in this training room that Wright and Arnel met. Arnel, who refused to admit defeat, met Wright, who taught himself magic. There was endless talk between the two people with very different status...
Watson looked around, then quietly leaned into Wright's ear and said, "He invited us to Idar Land!"
"Idar? Where is this?"
"I have never heard of a noble realm in the easternmost part of the empire." Watson replied.
"Just...why do you want to go there?" Wright asked doubtfully.
"He said that he met a very powerful archmage there! An archmage who had never had any apprentices before! And...it is said that the archmage had extremely high attainments in magic!" Watson said excitedly.
"How is this possible?" Wright asked.
"Every mage needs to register with the Norman Empire Mage Guild, unless... is that an archmage from the Kingdom of Basel!?!" At this point, Wright's eyes suddenly widened.
"Shh..." Watson quickly covered Wright's mouth: "Speak more quietly..."
"Do you think what Arnel said is true? Should we go?" Watson asked.
"But if that is really the Archmage from the Kingdom of Basel, wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to go like this?"
"What are you afraid of? Anel is the son of Duke Luen, and even he doesn't care about these things. Why do you, the most ordinary civilian mage, worry about these things?"
"I need to think..."
"I still need to contact other people, please tell me what you think about. In short... I will never give up such an opportunity! Instead of spending my whole life in this mage tower, it is better to go out and have a try!
Life and death are determined by fate, success or failure is determined by heaven!" Watson said.
…
Three days later, at midnight.
Nearly ten mage apprentices who still harbored the dream of becoming archmages walked out of different mage towers. They walked together and walked eastward along Alfaro Avenue, leaving the most magnificent and spectacular city in the Norman Empire.
They left the city of St. Lawrence behind and headed towards the aristocratic territory in the easternmost part of the continent...