Looking out at the Colosseum, Rommel Kate began to reminisce about the year and a half he had been in Olympia.

As in the previous ten years, his first life was smooth sailing, and the incompetent mages of the Holy Empire who were in the corpse were defeated one after another, and even in the elite Royal Academy of Magic, he stood out and was recognized by all the mentors.

Purely in terms of spell-casting ability, none of the peers around him could beat the innate talent of the dragon vein warlock, and even Julils, who was known as the number one magical genius in the Principality of Fran, was still beaten like a dog by himself.

The knot left by the easy defeat of that girl in the military camp seems to have been untied little by little in the victories again and again.

Except for the unpleasant episode brought by Constantine, he can be said to be proud.

However, Rommel did not think that he had really lost to the boy, and he quickly attributed the reason to his own carelessness.

However, when the Warlock of the Dragon Vein reported his remarkable achievements to his father in Ouranos, expecting his father's affirmation, the Roman Grand Duke did not give him any words of encouragement or relief in his reply.

"Dear son, I asked you to come to Olympia, not so that you can prove yourself in the magic academy, let alone use your ability to humiliate those people of the Holy Empire, but to better understand this country you are in, the biggest opponent of the dynasty unified continent, the Holy Empire is not as simple as it seems, this country has a lot to learn from you. ”

Looking at this text, which is full of the visual sense of an official document, Rommel was once again disappointed.

The lost pride, he wants to regain it elsewhere.

He originally wanted to find an opportunity to challenge Diana, but except for the first day of school, the four princesses barely appeared in his field of vision after that, so he had to give up this plan.

Soon, he found a new goal: the Imperial Martial Arts Conference.

This conference gathered the best knights of the younger generation of the Empire, as long as they were defeated, they would be able to wash away the shadow of the defeat of the year, and they would also make the Holy Empire lose face, and my father would be happy when he found out.

After learning the date of the start of the martial arts conference, he began to prepare, practicing magic during the day and practicing martial arts at the academy at night.

He was so desperate for that day that he put all his energy into preparing for the tournament, and did not even bother Constantine for nearly half a year.

An insignificant little person is not enough to distract him.

The hot land in front of him was full of red sand, evoking the memories of the young man on the battlefield, and the pleasure of stabbing the blade into the flesh and blood came to his heart again, making him tremble with excitement.

Countless pairs of eyes watched Rommel walk into the center of the arena with a weapon, and the young man carried a spear-like object in his hand, wrapped in black cloth.

After a few moments, the young man saw his opponent----- a two-legged wyvern with cyan skin.

Having both wurm and griffon blood, this creature was once massively bred and trained by elves in the Middle Ages, and with its sharp claws and barbed tail, the bipedal wyvern was a headache on the battlefield.

With the Elves in decline after the Battle of Dawn, they had to leave Icadia and return to the ancient Savage Continent, where the creature had all but disappeared, and even Rommel had only seen it in the illustrations of the Dragons in the library of the Academy of Magic.

After witnessing the real two-legged wyvern, Rommel was extremely surprised, and he had to admit that the Holy Empire's Magic Guild was indeed extraordinary, and it was able to find this rare and powerful magical beast.

The difficulty of the bipedal wyvern is that it is too rare, compared to the earth dragon, demon ape, and ice wolf that appeared in the previous games, its characteristics and habits are very vague, even the top hunters have no experience in dealing with a bipedal wyvern, and there is no way to start with the information on paper alone.

The biggest difficulty in this battle lies in the unknown, the unknown creatures, the unknown means of attack, and the unknown countermeasures.

But, so what?

Rommel almost burst out laughing, the Magic Guild had a good plan, and if he was another knight, he might suffer a big loss if he was not careful with an unfamiliar bipedal wyvern.

But alas, when the opponent is a dragon warlock, the end of this wyvern is already predestined from the beginning.

"Let me show you what a true descendant of the dragon is. ”

Rommel flicked his wrist slightly, and the black cloth wrapped in the spear instantly stretched, and a flag fluttered in the wind, and the banner was depicted with vivid and vivid patterns: nine golden dragons surrounded each other, raising their heads and letting out a silent roar, and the two dragons in the center bit the head and tail of a dark gold spear in their mouths, holding the spears in their mouths and holding them high above their heads.

It is the military flag of the Dragon Lance Dynasty.

Ignoring how many of the Imperial people present would be stinged by this move, Rommel plunged his spear and the military flag hanging on it deep into the hot sand beneath his feet, and the metallic red particles splashed high and struck the black dragon banner fluttering in the wind, adding a touch of iron-blooded magnificence to it.

The bipedal wyvern took two steps forward, its neck extended, its mouth long, and its teeth showed white, and the teeth were stained with corrosive green saliva, and its wings kept agitating, blowing out bursts of red dust.

The human-standing wyvern was nearly five meters tall, and his eyes shimmered with greed and vigilance as he looked down at Rommel.

The human emitted a sound that made the wyvern feel a little close and frightened, and a low roar erupted from the wyvern's mouth, as if it were threatening, as if it were interrogating.

Rommel looked up at the Wyvern, his eyes full of the pride and contempt of the superior, like a prince looking at a bluffing village official.

The same hoarse syllables spat out of Rommel's mouth and nasal cavity, and the sound composed of these syllables had a strange vicissitudes and mysteries, like the desert wind and sand blowing on the rusty bronze tombstones, and the evening breeze under the setting sun whipped up the rustle of yellow leaves in the sky.

Not even the best musicians in Olympia could replicate this sound on an instrument, let alone a human vocal cord that simulates such syllables, a language that belongs to the legendary ancient creatures, at the top of the food chain, a mighty race --- dragons that have been almost forgotten.

Seeing this scene, Othello, the leader of the Magic Guild who was sitting on the seat, almost jumped up, as one of the leading magicians of the Holy Empire, he could naturally hear that this was the dragon language, and it was the purest dragon language, a language that only the high-level dragon clan and the human dragon veins who inherited its bloodline could master.

"Could it be that this guy is ......" Othello carefully recalled the internal information of the Magic Guild, the only one in the entire continent with dragon vein bloodline was the nine dragon knight families of the Dragon Lance Dynasty.

According to records, there was only one person in the imperial capital among the young dragon veiners.

The eyes of the bipedal wyvern widened, its huge body began to tremble involuntarily, and its head slowly lowered, like a death row prisoner standing next to the gallows, in this human, it felt the fear of being ruled by the high dragons thousands of years ago.

The dragon's sense of each other's bloodlines allowed him to judge that the human in front of him had a bloodline advantage that was beyond its reach, and the faint coercion from the dragon's voice shattered its will to resist, causing the two-legged wyvern to nearly fall to its knees.

Rommel pulled out his flag and turned to the gate behind him, without looking back, the two-legged wyvern had completely collapsed to the ground, and the battle was over.

There was a dead silence in the room, and everyone stared in amazement at the beast that was shivering like a dog with its head buried in the hot sand, and couldn't believe that it was the fierce two-legged wyvern of a few minutes ago.

In this way, the shortest competition in the history of the preliminary round of the martial arts tournament was born, and it took less than two minutes.

"This is the only little guy with the talent of a warlock among the dragon veiners of this dynasty?" "Old Monte Cristo, who had witnessed the dragon lance banner countless times, carefully observed the arrogant young man standing by the spear, "Rome has given birth to a good son." ”

"The descendants of the dragon knights, none of them are simple. Morgan said lightly.

For the older generation of powerhouses of the Holy Empire, there are two characters in the new generation of dragon lances that are the most noteworthy, one is the Nine Emperor Daughters of the Dragon Lance Dynasty, Jiayan, who has the top dragon vein bloodline, and has shown extraordinary strength at a young age, and is recognized as the leader of the next generation of dragon veins.

And the other is the young man named Rommel in front of him, compared to the heirs of the other seven dragon vein families of the dynasty, his bloodline is not the most outstanding, but he is the only dragon vein person with magical talent.

A dragon warlock is invaluable on the battlefield, and once Rommel grows up and completes the bloodline awakening, the dragon magic that shined in the Battle of Dawn a thousand years ago will become a nightmare for the Holy Imperial Legion.

"I asked several elders of the Magic Guild, and they told me that if I gave this young man another thirty years, I am afraid that the Imperial army will have to face a Magister-level dragon whisperer. Old Monte Cristo crossed his brow with a hint of melancholy.

"However, this conference is a good opportunity to observe his actions and provide us with valuable research materials. Fastia added.