Chapter 459: Range 200 Meters, Killing Radius 300 Meters (Just Like the Black and White Silent Film Leader Plus Update 2)
"What kind of magic is it that makes you so embarrassed?"
The Lord of Thunder was also curious.
It’s not impossible for high-level mages to overturn low-level magic. In fact, there are so many ways of magic that even he himself does not dare to say that all low-level magics can be grasped at his fingertips.
However, if a high-level mage learns a low-level magic, he can learn it like this...
Generally speaking, it is the analysis of ancient magic, or the magic patterns on the body of Warcraft, or the analysis of the deep principles of magic, that leads to such disgrace.
It’s not enough to learn the self-created magic from a fifth-level magician!
"So, what exactly is magic?"
The legendary mage stretched out his hand to his disciple. Archmage Carlisle grimaced and handed over a stack of papers honestly. Just know it, just know it, luckily he had already copied it before he came!
The Lord of Thunder smiled, pushed up the monocle on the bridge of his nose, and opened the first page, the second page, the third page...
Soon, his eyes became focused and he was immersed in the paper without saying a word.
Archmage Carlisle stood nearby and saw the teacher's monocle crackling. Lines of light blue text chase each other and flow quickly across the lens.
Some words even floated out of the scope of the lens, undulating gently around the Lord of Thunder:
Cells, current, heart, drive, wave pattern, exploration...
Archmage Carlisle held his breath attentively, not even daring to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing the teacher's thinking. The Lord of Thunder was reading the paper and thinking about it, and saw a flash of lightning outside his body about a third of the way.
Archmage Carlisle was taken aback, thinking that the teacher's strength was a little out of control due to his excitement, so he quickly put up a defense. High energy protection, high mage armor, high...
Before the third magic was cast, a blue-white thunder heart had already condensed and formed in front of the Lord of Thunder. Plop, plop, beating gently, tiny electric lights flashing rhythmically on the surface of the heart, repeating in a cycle, non-stop.
"emmm...this magic is very interesting, very interesting..."
After a while, the blue-white heart turned into a bolt of lightning, which shot directly into the edge of the monocle. The Lord of Thunder shook the paper in his hand, turned to look at his disciple, half-smiling but not smiling:
"How are you studying?"
"It's not difficult to cast a spell, but it's too troublesome to interpret..."
Archmage Carlisle answered honestly. The Lord of Thunder turned over the paper in his hand, turned it over twice, laughed, turned it over twice, and laughed again. Turning to the end, I couldn’t help laughing:
"It seems like you won't be able to finish learning even if I give you ten more days. - By the way, how is your learning going, little guy? Are you good at the fireball technique?"
"...Shall I summon him for you?" Archmage Carlisle asked carefully. The Lord of Thunder nodded, thought for a moment, and shook his head:
"No, let's just go and have a look. - Mr. Hermoncrus, where is Gretel Nordmark now?"
Following the guidance of the tower spirit, they arrived at the fifth floor of the Thunder Tower, a spell practice room exclusively for mid-level mages. As soon as I walked to the door, I heard from a distance:
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
"Look, I learned it."
The Lord of Thunder shrugged at his disciple, his tone inexplicably happy. Archmage Carlisle resisted rolling his eyes at the teacher and didn't want to answer:
Yes, yes, teacher, I know, he has learned it, but I have failed~~~
But teacher, why are you so happy? Are you happy to see me embarrassed?
Of course, the Lord of Thunder did not wait for his answer. The legendary mage concentrated slightly, felt the fluctuations in the room, and said "Hey":
"What are they doing?"
He said that he had already opened the door and entered. Grete is no longer what he used to be, and he has a lot of money. The last time I came here was in the lobby. This time, I decided to open a single room.
With the control of the tower spirit, other magicians can't even feel the movement inside, let alone being unable to enter. This setup is ideal for magicians who need to keep things secret, and, of course, magicians who are developing new magic.
Of course, the mere authority cannot stop the Lord of Thunder. He pushed the door open and walked in, and saw Gretel squatting on the ground with his back to him, touching heads with Aurora, whispering:
"It seems better to use nitrocellulose..."
"It's similar to nitroglycerin, but easier to control..."
"That's right, the combination of bat guano and sulfur, that is, nitrate and sulfur."
"Sulfur, dinitrate, and charcoal, if you want to blow them up, nitrocellulose is easier to explode!"
"By the way, how about we try aluminum powder again?"
The Lord of Thunder and his disciple each had an invisibility spell hanging on their bodies, and they stood silently in the corner, watching with interest. Aluminum powder? It seems like the metal powder the little guy made last year. Can this thing be used as a spellcasting material?
Aurora set up the scale, took out a small bottle, carefully put the spoon into the glass bottle, and took out some white powder. Gretel kept coming up with ideas:
"Don't use too much for the first time, just 0.5 grams... If you can succeed, try 1 gram, 1.5 grams, 2 grams..."
This guy has quite a few tricks up his sleeve. The Lord of Thunder was slightly amused, remembering that when he was studying the fireball technique, he looked like this:
Grind the sulfur and bat guano finely, sift, weigh one by one with a scale, and mix evenly. Spell effects of different proportions and components were tested one by one.
At that time, many magicians of the same period as me just held a small ball and used it. I only have myself. Every time I go out, I carry small bags that have been accurately weighed and packed according to specific proportions...
Gretel closed his eyes slightly and moved his lips as if he was reciting a spell. After a moment, he pointed forward, and a small, bright white fireball appeared out of thin air and flew forward quickly.
"The proficiency is a bit insufficient." Archmage Carlisle muttered. The Lord of Thunder glanced at his disciple and smiled slightly:
"When testing new materials, it's normal to be slower..."
Moreover, this powder does not burn easily. Before these words were spoken, he raised his eyes forward, his eyes slightly condensed:
There was a loud bang in the explosion zone ahead.
Using aluminum powder as a casting material, you can actually activate the fireball technique, and...it's a bit fierce?
Although the requirements for spellcasting are a bit higher, ordinary mental strength is not easy to trigger an explosion...
"One more! One more!"
Aurora called from behind. The Lord of Thunder watched the two little guys casting spells, weighing and recording the readings. They tried from 0.5 grams to 5 grams, and then dropped from 5 grams to 4.8 grams. This is not over yet. Soon, Gretel has a new trick:
"Magnesium and aluminum powder! Try mixing some magnesium powder into the aluminum powder!"
This time, the effect of the fireball explosion was outstanding, and it was also mixed with particularly dazzling white light.
...The teacher was right. In just a few days, Gretel not only learned the fireball technique, but also made great use of this spell...
Archmage Carlisle watched silently, feeling that his heart was quiet and there was no wave in the ancient well. No matter what tricks Grete comes up with, no, any new tricks, it should not surprise him.
for example……
boom!
"Aluminum magnesium powder mixed with nitrocellulose...the effect doesn't seem to be very good. The power of the explosion seems to be reduced..."
boom!
"You can't even mix nitroglycerin..."
boom!
"This is what it looks like when mixed with white phosphorus! Is this a white phosphorus bomb? No, this research cannot be released!"
After the fireball spell exploded, the white flame stuck to the stone, the floor, and the magic barrier, and kept burning for a long time...
"By the way, let's try that one again!" Finally, Grete had magnesium-aluminum powder in one hand and an oxygen test tube in the other. Looking left and right, he carefully made up his mind:
"This is the last one today! Leave after you try it! Aurora, put on the armor!"
High mage armor, energy protection, shield, long-range protection...
Magic light flickers. The Lord of Thunder stood behind him, watching the two little guys hang up all the protection they could, and was secretly amused:
This is because he is extremely confident in himself. He believes in the power of his spells, even the shield in the practice room cannot stop him. I remember when I was a teenager, I tried some self-created spells, and it looked like this...
After hanging up all the protection, and then raising the magic shield in the practice room, Gretel was still a little uneasy. After thinking for a while, he asked loudly:
"Mr. Hermoncrus! Mr. Hermoncrus, are you there?"
"Here you are." The tower spirit's voice came faintly. Grete looked happy and shouted hurriedly:
"Mr. Hermoncrus, can the terrain of the spell practice room be changed? Just like this, the floor is sunken, creating a trench..."
He also made a model out of Silent Phantom. A blue light shot down from the roof, sweeping from left to right. Immediately, the magic crystal panel on the side of the spell practice room clicked open, revealing a magic circle:
"Cheng Hui fifty contribution points, thank you."
"What! This room only costs 50 points an hour!"
"If you want me to change the terrain, it means you need additional defense." Talling's voice was calm and calm, without any fluctuations, and sounded particularly calm:
"Perhaps what you need is to open a high-end practice room?"
Well...then it's not a matter of 50 contribution points...
I couldn't even win over the tower spirit after bargaining... I feel like I'm too useless, my combat effectiveness is so poor, it's simply embarrassing...
Gretel was dejected and went to the magic circle to swipe his badge. Immediately, the floor of the practice room moved silently, and a trench that was more than half a person's height appeared.
Perhaps it was a bonus service. On the side facing Grete, there were thoughtful steps made to make it easier for the two of them to go up and down. Otherwise, Gretel felt that with his athletic ability, he might have to use the Feather Falling Technique...
To prevent sprained feet.
The two young mages looked at each other, walked off, and checked each other's defenses one last time. Then, Gretel squatted in the trench, stretched out half of his head and one palm:
"Three, two, one!"
The fire beads, which were slightly larger and much brighter than the standard fire ball spells, flew out quickly. The flying speed did not change, nor did the distance. It kept flying forward, kept flying, kept flying...
Archmage Carlisle did not strengthen his own barrier out of confidence. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the teacher reaching out his hand, clasping his middle finger with his thumb, and flicking it outward.
The almost transparent shields unfolded one by one. Facing the center of the blast, parallel to the trench, five meters apart. The moment before the fireball exploded and the fireball technique exerted its full power, he appeared quietly and lined up to the wall of the practice room in one breath.
Then--
boom! ! !
The shields shattered silently one after another. The entire practice room swayed, and the surging heat wave rolled over the ditch, over the heads of Gretel and the two of them, and landed in front of Archmage Carlisle.
"this……"
Archmage Carlisle slowly opened his mouth.
This fireball technique is too unreliable!
The range is 200 meters and the kill rate is 300 meters! This is it!
****
6,000 words all day!
Another update completed! yeah!
Please subscribe, ask for monthly tickets, ask for recommendation votes, ask for book reviews, ask for all kinds of...