Above the mage!

Chapter 280: Ruian Holy Judge

Unfortunately, the Ice Jade Fruit can only increase the liquid mana of ice-attribute cultivation methods.

Obviously, Gaode's [Qingmu Changsheng Sutra] has nothing to do with the ice-attribute cultivation method.

So even if he waited thirty years for the ice jade fruit to ripen, it would be of no use to him.

However, if he really waits until thirty years later, he might have reached the third, fourth or even higher rings by then, and the little bit of magical power increased by the Ice Jade Fruit would not be a big problem for him.

"Is there any way to ripen the Ice Jade Fruit?" Looking at the three stamens that had just bloomed, Gao De suddenly thought of this and turned to look at Flora, asking humbly.

Compared to the powerful effect of the Ice Jade Fruit, a ripening period of thirty years is actually not a harsh condition - if there is no such unique condition as the fourth-level spiritual land, with Gao De's own mage talent, it will take more than a year to condense a drop of liquid mana.

It would take more than thirty years to condense thirty drops of liquid magic power, which is even longer than the time it takes for the ice jade fruit to mature.

But having said that, for Gaode, who has lived for less than 30 years in total, this time still seems too long.

So his first reaction was to see if he could shorten the growth and maturation time of the ice jade fruit.

And it just so happened that Flora's ability was able to support his idea.

"Lady Flora, please ask." Upon hearing this, Flora immediately flapped her little wings and approached the Ice Jade Wutong Tree that had just successfully advanced.

She gently stroked the tree trunk with her hand, and after a brief communication, she received feedback from the Ice Jade Wutong Tree.

"Mage, you can ripen it quickly, and it's good for it. It's willing to do so." Flora gave an affirmative answer.

"What needs to be done?" Gao De was delighted and thought to himself that it was as expected.

"Grind the magic material containing fire element into powder, mix it with water, and spray it on its pistil. This will accelerate the growth of its fruit." Flora had already learned the specific method during her communication with Bingyu Wutong just now.

Gao De accepted this fairly well, but the others present couldn't help but look shocked after hearing it.

Flora can not only directly observe and understand the state of the magic plant, but can even understand the corresponding habits and appropriate cultivation methods of the magic plant.

This ability is too exaggerated.

But when I thought about what the guide said, "the spirits of nature are always by your side," I gradually calmed down and felt that it was not unacceptable.

This is the "spirit of nature"!
"However, it has just grown up and is still adapting to its new body. We need to wait." Flora spoke again.

She seemed stumped, and after counting on her fingers for a long time, she finally gave the answer.

"You'll need fifty of these," Flora gestured with her right palm, then extended a finger, "and add one more of these, and it will be able to adapt to your current body."

"Then it will be ripe."

That is 251 days. Gao De nodded slightly, but he thought of something else:

[Well, we can't be biased towards one subject. Quality education must start from childhood. Not only magic, but we also need to teach Flora some arithmetic. ]

Ok?
Flora looked alertly at Godd, who had come back to his senses after a brief trance and looked normal again.

She frowned in surprise.

Flora's keen intuition made her seem to have sensed some "dangerous" aura from God.

However, this "dangerous" aura was fleeting, making Flora wonder if she was hallucinating.

"Saint, how long will we be under house arrest like this?"

In the room, Loyi, who had been under house arrest by the Zhenbing tribe for five days and could do nothing, was somewhat annoyed and couldn't help asking.

Even if he knew Catherine couldn't give him an accurate answer.

Catherine did not reply.

Her mind was now filled with what Elder Grant had said five days ago: My king is ready to settle all conflicts with your sect.

Catherine was certain that the "king" Elder Grant referred to was Godd.

What she is not sure about now is how Gao De is going to settle the conflict with the Guardian of the Snowfield?

Questioning the sect in the name of the Zhenbing tribe?
Or are they using the two of them as bargaining chips to threaten the sect?

But no matter how much she thought about it, she could never be sure what Goder was thinking.

It was only now that Catherine realized that although she had been in contact with Gaode for some time, she actually did not know much about Gaode.

He didn't know where the other party came from, how he suddenly became the king of the Zhenbing tribe, or his personality or style of doing things.

Just as all kinds of thoughts were flashing through Catherine's mind, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Then the door was pushed open.

The person that Catherine had been thinking about, God, pushed the door open, and beside him, walking in shoulder to shoulder with him, was Sunaifah carrying the [Blizzard].

"Long time no see." Gao De's eyes swept across the two of them and he spoke slowly.

Who could have imagined the wonders of this world?
A month ago, he was alone in the snowy field searching for a spot to plant trees, but he was tracked down by two men, who forcibly injected him with a forbidden ice needle and brought him to Phoenix under house arrest.

And now, Catherine and Loichi are being held under house arrest by the Zhenbing Tribe because of him.

It's tit for tat.

Because Catherine was wearing a mask, her expression could not be seen, making it impossible to glimpse her inner emotional fluctuations.

But the expression on Roych's face was clear.

It was a complex mixture of emotions: confusion, doubt, worry, as well as awe and uneasiness about Gaode's current identity.

"God." Roychi opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse, and suddenly thought of God's current status. His face changed slightly, and he added: "Sir."

Gao De waved his hand and got straight to the point: "I came here today mainly to tell you two things."

"First of all, the Zhenbing tribe has already planted your sect in Phoenix and captured the insider who was in contact with Donald. After interrogation, we have identified the mastermind behind all this."

"Who is it?!" Catherine widened her eyes and couldn't help but ask out loud, with a hint of urgency in her tone.

Godard did not keep them in suspense and gave the answer directly: "It is the Holy Inquisitor Ryan that Elder Grant speculated earlier."

"It's really him!!" Loic and Catherine looked at each other and saw the disbelief and difficulty in accepting in each other's eyes.

God didn't give them too much time to be shocked, and continued, "I was once assassinated by a three-ring mage in Phoenix. This was led by your Holy Inquisitor Ryan. This is one of them."

"In addition, the hunter team from the Zhenbing tribe that captured the dragonblood frost lizards but was attacked and killed on the way back was also the work of Holy Inquisitor Ryan."

"To me and the Zhenbing tribe, this is an intolerable and unforgivable blood feud."

"So, tomorrow the Zhenbing Tribe will send troops to your sect's Icefield Temple." Gode's words were like a bolt from the blue, leaving the two of them at a loss for a moment.

Ignoring the uneasiness and shock in the two people's hearts, Gao De turned his gaze to Luo Yiqi and continued: "I will let you go first."

"When you return to the Icefield Temple, help us pass on a message. Your sect can either hand over Holy Inquisitor Ryan and all his accomplices, and we will withdraw our troops immediately after receiving them; or wait for the Zhenbing tribe's army to arrive, and then we will take them away ourselves."

Gao De grinned, revealing his white teeth. "This is called courtesy before force. I hope your sect can make the right choice."

The next day, the sun had not yet fully risen.

Gao De has already stood up. Not only him, most of the people in the Zhenbing tribe have already woken up at this point.

The cold morning air was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere.

Because today is the day to set out.

Elder Grant was already waiting at the door.

Because in the Zhenbing tribe, Gaode is most familiar with Elder Grant, so many things these days are communicated directly between Elder Grant and Gaode.

"My king, your clothes are ready."

Elder Grant brought Gaode the clothes prepared for him by the Zhenbing Tribe.

Five days ago, someone had already measured Gao De's body and determined his size. However, with the craftsmanship level of the Zhenbing tribe, even if the most skilled women in the tribe worked overtime, they could only finish Gao De's outfit today.

The people of the Zhenbing tribe worship the three colors of blue, white and black.

The deep blue represents the northern ocean and the vast sky, and is also a symbol of the ice element.

The bright silver-white is the embodiment of snow and ice.

The solemn black represents dignity and fearlessness.

Naturally, as Gao De is the most honorable person in the Zhenbing tribe, the clothes prepared for him by the Zhenbing tribe are also a combination of these three colors.

Although conditions in the North are limited, in terms of the "king's" attire, what the Zhenbing Tribe has done is not much inferior to the outside world and is quite extraordinary.

The upper body is an exquisite short robe, mainly dark blue, with fine silver threads inlaid on the edges. The silver threads flicker coldly in the dim light, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

On the front of the short robe, some delicate totem symbols are embroidered with intricate silver threads.

The lower body is tight-fitting trousers, mainly black.

Below the knees, the pants gradually transition to dark blue, and the edges of the trouser legs are also decorated with silver edges, which ensures flexibility of movement while maintaining a noble style.

The shoes are a pair of specially made black leather boots.

In addition, there is a cape that reaches the ankles and is mainly pure white.

But in the center of the back, the clan emblem of the Zhenbing Tribe was embroidered with black silk thread - an ice crystal phoenix with its wings spread high in the sky, so lifelike that it seemed as if such a creature really existed in the world.

The edges of the cloak were also woven with intricate patterns using dark blue and silver threads.

Whenever the wind blows, the cloak flutters in the wind, and the ice crystal phoenix seems to be ready to take off at any time.

They say clothes make the man, and it is true.

After putting on this outfit, Gao De's whole temperament suddenly became much more noble and gorgeous.

Elder Grant couldn't help but have his eyes light up.

"My king, this dress really suits you."

Godard smiled.

After five days, he had become immune enough to the "flattery" from others.

However, Flora's fiery eyes made Goder feel a little uneasy.

He knew that Flora would definitely want new clothes as well.

"Let's go." After he was ready, Godard walked out of the room and headed towards the square where the Ice Sword Challenge had been held.

Elder Grant hurried to follow.

At this moment, in the square.

Five thousand powerful Iceborn mages, already dressed in their usual hunting attire, lined up in neat rows, quietly waiting for Gode and Sunaifah's arrival.

There are a total of 5,000 Ice Wizards, and the weakest among them is at the first ring level.

At least in the North, there are only three tribes that can muster such strength: the True Ice Tribe, the Frostwolf Clan, and the Winter's Hammer.

As everyone waited, Gaode and Sunaifa appeared together at the other end of the square.

The two walked side by side, keeping pace.

At this moment, Godd no longer looked like the shabby stranger he had when he first arrived in Phoenix. His gorgeous clothes, which no more than five people in the entire North would wear, made his whole temperament look brand new.

Of course, this is secondary.

The most important thing is the sword of pure ice in his hand: [North Wind].

He and Sunaifa, one carrying an ice bow and the other holding a sword of pure ice, walked up to the platform under the gaze of everyone.

The atmosphere on the scene was solemn and dignified.

Climbing onto the platform, Sunaifa didn't say anything, but took out the [Blizzard] from behind and held it high.

Gaode also raised [North Wind] with his right hand.

After a few seconds of silence at the scene, it exploded instantly.

"War Mother - My King -"

"War Mother - My King -"

"War Mother - My King -"

The sounds were like a landslide and a tsunami.

Behind them, the flag of the Zhenbing tribe instantly soared into the sky and fluttered high!
Half an hour later, the 5,000 Ice Mage troops of the Zhenbing Tribe set out and swept towards the Icefield Temple with unparalleled momentum.

They did not hide their actions, and such a big movement could not be concealed.

Watching the Zhenbing tribe's army march away, the foreigners who received the news from Phoenix all felt confused.

What is this for?
In the north, they had not seen such a large-scale expedition for a long time.

The news that the Zhenbing tribe welcomed a new king had already spread in the past few days at the suggestion of Sunaifa.

At least in Phoenix, everyone knows that the person who will bring hope of revival as predicted by Oretia, the war mother of the True Ice Tribe, has appeared and ascended the throne of the True Ice Tribe.

However, they never imagined that the first thing the person in the prophecy would do after becoming the new queen of the Zhenbing tribe would be to lead his troops into battle?
Is this the hope of recovery, or the calamity of the North?
After leaving Phoenix, the Iceborn Army of the Zhenbing Tribe headed towards the Icefield Temple.

Because the Iceborn in the tribe hunt outside all year round, they are very familiar with marching in the snow, and they all have mastered spells similar to [Walking on Ice] to speed up their journey.

So even though the team was so large and they relied purely on foot to travel, they still covered more than 70 kilometers in a day.

But compared to Lojic who was let go by Gode last night, this is nothing.

The moment he was freed, he did not dare to delay for a moment. He left Phoenix overnight and rushed back to the Icefield Temple without stopping, not even daring to rest for too long.

Although the Snow Guardians are the oldest and most powerful sect in the North, they are no match for the True Ice Tribe.

In order to avoid this losing war, Leutsch knew he had to rush back to headquarters as quickly as possible.

In this way, after the specific situation is reported clearly and Gaode's ideas are fully conveyed, there will be enough time for the sect to make a decision.

In his heart, he must be inclined to eradicate the sect and hand over Inquisitor Ryan.

But Loichi also knew that things would definitely not be that simple.

Because the status of Holy Inquisitor Ryan is so high, he is one of the three giants of the sect.

On the other hand, Chief Quentin is often away from the headquarters.

This means that Archbishop Rune is the only one with the same status as Inquisitor Ryan in the headquarters.

In a one-on-one situation, it is still unknown what will happen.

If they really start fighting among themselves, Archbishop Rune is no match for Inquisitor Ryan, who is a hunter who is best at fighting and has practiced powerful forbidden necromancy.

When he thought of this, Loichi felt a black screen in front of his eyes and was extremely desperate.

But no matter what, we have to hurry back first.

No matter what, we cannot let the sect and the Zhenbing tribe fight.

Otherwise, the Snowfield Guardians might be destroyed in this battle, and the long history of the religion would become a thing of the past.

(End of this chapter)