A secret room in the city lord's mansion of the miraculous city of the red soil wasteland.
Yang Feng sat in the secret room with a huge alchemy array inscribed under his body. There were a large number of top-grade magic stones scattered around his body, and huge creature magic energy slowly poured out of those top-grade magic stones. Submerge in his body.
In Yang Feng's sea of spirit, countless mental powers were tumbling, inch by inch, forming the third spell model dragon breath engraved in his spirit sea by inch by inch.
When the third spell model Dragon Breath was condensed, an incomparable vitality suddenly appeared in Yang Feng's body, and huge power that could not be said was gushing out of his body.
The soul seed that was the core also rose suddenly, absorbing the life force continuously, and growing wildly.
The huge and incomparable biological magic energy continuously submerged into Yang Feng's body, and then was directly absorbed by him, strengthening his physical fitness.
After a long time, Yang Feng suddenly raised his eyes to the sky and let out a huge dragon chant, opened his eyes at once, the light in his eyes flickered, and his body was full of power.
The corner of Yang Feng's mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile: "Third-level warlock, I have finally been promoted to the third-level warlock!"
Since entering Fei Suo's plane, Yang Feng hasn't stopped practicing, and now he has finally been promoted to a third-level warlock. And they are genuine third-level warlocks, not those who rely solely on alchemy potions to pile up. After being promoted to a third-level warlock, Yang Feng's strength once again exploded several times.
Yang Feng left the secret room directly, went to the underground base near the city of miracles, entered the virtual reality combat cabin, called out the enemies of the third-level warlock level, and began actual combat training.
A few days later.
"Master, Governor Busso, please!"
Just after Yang Feng finished training from the virtual reality combat cabin, the communication box on the side suddenly rang, and Lena's voice came from the communication box.
The Secret Treasure made by using alchemy in the Communication Cube is not as eye-catching as a mobile phone, and it can be used on the plane of Fesuo.
Magicians also have all kinds of magical means of communication, and the communication box is nothing.
Yang Feng said lightly: "Take him to the chamber and wait for me."
Lena said: "Yes, master!"
After Yang Feng took a bath, he left the underground base and headed to the Chamber of Miracle City.
As soon as Buso saw Yang Feng, he greeted him with enthusiasm: "Archmage Ian, good news! You are now the real earl of the Morrison Empire, and the red soil wasteland is your fief. !"
Busso lamented: "For your real prince, our Heretos family has spent a lot of effort. Originally, under the operation of our family, you should be granted the title of duke. However, the Hansen family The Duke of Isère came forward to stop it. In the end, our family argued with reason and only allowed you to be made an earl. It’s a shame."
Yang Feng frowned and asked curiously: "Duke Iser of the Hansen family, when did I offend him?"
In the Morrison Empire, Yang Feng didn't know many people at all, and he didn't know when he actually offended a big man like Duke Iser.
Buso smiled and said: "In the court, the one who made the Tooth Corps attack your City of Miracles is the Duke of Iser! He has taken a fancy to your City of Miracles."
The murderous intent in Yang Feng's eyes flashed away, and he smiled slightly: "I understand! Governor Busso, thank you very much for the Heretos family. As for Duke Isère, he will definitely pay for his stupidity!"
Yang Feng flipped his hand and handed a warrior's blade to Buso: "This is a gadget I made casually. I hope you like it."
Buso then showed a satisfied smile. He took the warrior's blade and looked at it carefully for a while, and exclaimed: "Good sword! What a good sword! Archmage Ian, you know, this warrior's blade How much has one sold in the imperial capital now?"
Yang Feng said: "I don't know!"
"Two million gold coins! The Storm Sword Master Demidio used your sword to defeat the Storm Sword Sage Favilla! In the most critical battle of the two great Sword Swordsers, the long sword of the Sword Sage Favilla He was cut off by the sword master Demidio holding a warrior's blade, and then he was defeated."
"In fact, everyone agrees that Favilla the Sword Master of the Storm should be half stronger than the Sage Demidio of the Sword of Wind. After the defeat of Favilla, the Sword Saint of the Sword, he paid a lot of money to purchase such a magic weapon as the warrior's blade. I heard that as long as you dedicate a soldier's blade to him, he can be accepted as a personal disciple and teach swordsmanship carefully." Buso looked at the soldier's blade with a smile.
For a sword master, a good sword is simply their second life. Many swords cannot withstand the vindictiveness of a powerful Juggernaut. Only magic swords that incorporate precious magic metals such as God's Blood Steel and Mithril can carry the vindictiveness of a strong sword master.
A swordsman can take an ordinary sword and kill a star knight who uses a sword like a warrior's blade at will. But the two sword masters fought life and death, using ordinary long swords on one side, and magical weapons like warrior blades on the other. The sword master who used ordinary long swords was the one who died.
Yang Feng smiled and said: "In this case, with this sword, Governor Busso, you can also become a direct disciple of Favilla, the Sword Saint of the Storm."
Buso smiled slightly and said: "I know very well that I am not a piece of martial arts training. Moreover, I am not a martial artist after practicing to the realm of the sword saint. He has to obey the imperial court's orders. The status of the imperial sword saint is on the same level as our governors. The position of power is not necessarily comparable to ours. And the martial arts cannot be passed on for the next generation to inherit. However, the aristocratic territory and fief can be passed on from generation to generation. Being a noble is much more cost-effective than becoming a martial artist. Wufu, but It's the lackeys of the nobles."
Yang Feng was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but look at Buso with admiration. In his heart, he had always despised Buso, who was escaping from the wind. Now that he gets along carefully, he realizes that Buso is not a pure waste either.
From the information from An Luotaisi, Yang Feng obtained a lot of first-hand information about the Morrison Empire.
In the Morrison Empire, there are dozens of celebrity sword saints, and many human sword saints serve in the empire or become the offerings of the great nobles. There are very few sword saints who truly possess a transcendent status.
All the human sword saints serving for the empire, their ultimate goal is to become a noble, and it is best to become a real noble with a fief.
Buso is already a great nobleman, so naturally he will not abandon his current foundation and learn martial arts instead.
Busso hesitated for a while before saying: "Archmage Ian, now you are an imperial nobleman, and I have brought the appointment document. However, you must be prepared to go to the imperial capital to meet the emperor in the near future. This is a necessary procedure. Any real nobleman above the baron must go to the imperial capital within two months from the date of being conferred to meet his majesty. Otherwise, your appointment will lose the legitimacy."
Yang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly: "Go to the imperial capital!"
The Morrison Empire is one of the two human empires on the plane of Fesuo. In the imperial capital of the Morrison Empire, the masters are like clouds, the strong are like clouds, and the number of sword saints exceeds 30. Legendary magicians and legendary priests from all major temples gathered there.
Yang Feng has just been promoted to a third-level warlock, and this kind of strength is already sufficient to dominate the king in a place like the red earth wasteland, where the emperor is far away from the sky. Once you go to the holy capital of Blue City, you can only be regarded as a first-class master.
In a god-given city like the holy capital, Blue City, even the Starry Sky Warlock and Moonflower Warlock rank powerhouses will be suppressed and killed by the gods if they stray in the wild.
Buso smiled slightly and said: "Archmage Ian, don't worry. This is only necessary for your majesty to see you. It is not to lure you to the imperial capital and then ambush you. You have been made an imperial earl and it has spread. The entire aristocratic class has been passed, and your noble appointment has been passed in the aristocratic Senate. If your majesty ambushes you, it will only chill the aristocratic class. With all due respect, you are not qualified to let your majesty do this."
Yang Feng thought about it carefully for a while, and then said with a smile: "If this is the case, then I will make preparations to go to the imperial capital to meet your majesty."
Those who have to let the Morrison Empire destroy their credibility and also booby traps are basically semi-god-level or even god-level powerhouses. A great magician like Yang Feng is a small person in front of the behemoth of the Morrison Empire, and it is not worth the Morrison Empire to do that.
Buso smiled and said, "I'll go back with you! It just so happens that I also need to go back to meet your Majesty!"
Yang Feng agreed: "Okay!"
Three days later, a convoy guarded by a hundred cavalry drove out of the City of Miracles towards the province of Molinsen.
Fifteen days later, the team appeared in Barrowman City.
Before long, a huge convoy of more than a thousand guards slowly drove towards the direction of the Saint Capital Blue City.
Along the way, Yang Feng saw the power and prestige of the Heretos family. Wherever Governor Busso passed, countless officials greeted him warmly, vying to offer local specialties and gold and silver jewelry. Yang Feng, the newly promoted Earl of the Morrison Empire, also received warm hospitality, and countless officials sent various beauties directly to Yang Feng and Governor Busso.
Yang Feng also did not refuse to come all the way, unceremoniously and Busso took all the gold, silver, jewellery and beauties. Anyway, he can house those beauties in the City of Miracles, and he has no worries at all.
While tasting the delicacies from all over the world and appreciating the customs of the Morrison Empire, Yang Feng leisurely moved towards the direction of the blue city, the capital of the Morrison Empire.