Chapter 121
When the sun of spring had not yet fallen on the land of Deep Limburg, and the snow and ice in winter showed signs of fading, people who had been tortured for months in the severe cold finally ushered in A rare sunny day.
The entire count leader is under Ruben Fried’s control and is proceeding in an orderly manner-the young count is like a child who has got a new toy, and can’t wait to show his own. Planned.
As a wizard consultant, Loren was finally able to get a few days of leisure to do something he had always wanted to do, but also in order not to interfere with Ruben's authority. After all, he is the real count, and he is just a small wizard consultant.
Because of the severe form and various reasons, Ruben had no scruples in delegating power to Loren, even to the point of blind trust, so that the refugees treated this black hair wizard more than count himself. Familiar; but now the situation has been greatly eased, naturally, there is no need for Loren to intervene too much. It is enough to do the job of a wizard consultant.
In the pure white spiritual palace, the teenager sitting on a back chair stared at the black hair wizard who was building a rune by little by little in confusion. Scarlet's eyes kept blinking.
Strictly speaking, Loren is not "building" rune at this time, but creating from scratch-what he has to do now is also something that all sorcerers will do.
Create a magic that is completely yours.
The difficulty of this can be imagined. It not only requires a solid enough knowledge of spell studies and mysticism, but also extremely high requirements for the spiritual palace of the wizard. After all, all magic is based on the power of the void, and creating magic is equivalent to having the most direct contact with the void.
The fickle illusion, the capricious message, the weird flow of pus just like the substance, can completely drive a normal human being insane.
Fortunately because of the existence of Asriel, Loren’s spiritual palace has been greatly improved-the complex information is completely shielded by the pure white walls, allowing him to find everything he needs as quickly as possible knowledge.
Dozens of opened sheepskin books surround Loren, forming a weird spiral; the black hair wizard concentrated attention completely on his knees stares at the “oil painting” in front of him, The consciousness is completely immersed in it, cautiously completed the construction.
It is also because of a certain teenager, the original seemingly complicated incantion construction has become the process of drawing oil painting. Although it will not reduce the difficulty much, it will fail completely if it is careless.
The power of the void that is as thick as pus is the "brush", while the flickering and complicated rune is the "paint". Cautiously Loren has reached the last step, maintaining his consistent patience for a long time. Complete the construction of the entire rune with the most perfect state.
From the beginning of preparation to now, Loren has spent two full days. There is no concept of time in the void, but the body will get tired and energy will fade-these objective conditions seriously hinder Loren's progress.
But no matter what, he is almost finished. An exquisite oil painting is undergoing the final coloring. Every stroke is meticulous. The "pen shua" touches every nerve, color and line. Condense emotions into substance.
"It's done..."
The consciousness traced back from the spiritual palace to the body, and the corners of Loren's mouth with his eyes slightly opened slightly raised.
The left hand wearing the "sorcerer" opened slightly, and an exquisite red talisman text floated in the center of the palm, and poured into the left hand like it melted.
In a blink of an eye, golden red's flames covered the entire palm. Under the control of Loren's consciousness, he kept vomiting the tongue of fire and slowly condensed into a "Fireball" the size of a ping-pong ball.
High-level curse, "Torino Fire"——!
According to Loren’s estimation of himself, Fireball can at least expand by about five to six times, and the head can be guaranteed within 30 meters, turning the guys you meet into large torchs in an instant. .
This is my first completely original high-level enchantment. I specially use the last name Leonardo gave me as my name, and it also has some memorial meaning in it.
Because it is original, Loren is fully aware of every structure of the entire incantion, and there is still room for improvement. The proud black hair wizard raised the corners of his mouth gently, without even noticing that a certain teenager had appeared behind him.
"I still don't understand." Asriel shook the head perplexed, and his pale cheeks were filled with puzzles: "You have been busy for three days, checking countless information, and devoting yourself... …Just for this?"
"If you want to create flames, there are actually many ways, aren’t they — since you have such an excellent alchemist as Ayn Rand, you can work with her to make it more effective. It’s a kind of igniting agent."
"And this is still a high-level spell, wouldn’t it be too wasteful?"
"You won’t understand." Loren was intoxicated. Appreciate the little Fireball flying in the palm of his hand: "This is a person who longs for magic and can never give up the nostalgia."
Not being able to rub Fireball is always a great regret in Loren's heart, so Since there is a chance, of course he has to find a way to make up for it.
even more how the dazzling beauty of flames, how can an ordinary person understand it?
The wonderful combination of dynamic and static produces an impact that surpasses the edge of human imagination; the explosion of collision is the ultimate embodiment of the beauty of an instant-this vulgar guy simply doesn't understand art!
Asriel frowned, I can't understand Loren's irrational behavior at all. Humans are really complex creatures, and they will be so excited for a little Fireball.
Ignoring the boy's gaze too much, Loren gently dissipated the flame in his left hand, and recorded the experiment process just now in his notes.
Just like Asriel said, "Torino Fire" is completely unqualified as a high-level enchantment. Although the formidable power is sufficient, the energy consumption is not small, and the scope of application is relatively narrow, even No bottle of ignitor is practical.
But after all, this incantion has just been built, and Loren still has time to slowly modify it-the incantion passed down by the overwhelming majority is the lifetime effort of many sorcerers, and nothing can be accomplished overnight.
According to Loren’s vision, this incantation will never stop at Fireball, but can produce more violent combustion to the extent of explosion, and even do as one pleases manipulating flames, using invisible fire sea devours the enemy.
even more how with Asriel, the last thing Loren does not need to worry about is the limitation of spiritual palace. Even if it fails in the end, it is just a high-level curse—unlike other sorcerers, it takes a lot of Carefully consider whether to master this spell thoroughly.
The sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and Loren, whose ears were slightly trembled, immediately closed the notes in his hand, and the boy on the side of the chair turned into a black feather eagle again, and landed firmly on the fireplace.
Opening the door, the person who walked in was Sir Aaron, looking at Loren sitting there with a complicated look. black hair wizard lifts the head: "Excuse me, what's the order?"
"The elves are meeting with count and want count to fulfill his previous promise." Sir Aaron frowned: "You seem to have agreed to these There are a lot of elves."
"Iron ingots, flax, livestock, and medicines-the winter has not completely passed, our own supplies are still very tight, and there is not much we can use to support others. ."
"Not to mention, they also hope to form an alliance with Lothar Duchy." Aaron shook the head dismissively: "If it is the leader of the entire Elf Race group, maybe it's okay. , But in the ancient wood forest is only a slightly larger settlement. It’s not even enough to be a vassal of a duke!"
"But these elves are Duchy only one of Lothar. The defense line against ogre invasion." Loren explained to him as patiently as possible: "If they collapse, hundreds of ogre will rush out of the ancient wood forest and enter the deep forest!"
But Sir Aaron obviously didn't care much about these, and didn't really believe that there would be "hundreds and thousands" of ogre, so he just waved his hand and interrupted Loren's explanation.
"Anyway, Lord Count hopes that you will be there. After all, you were in contact with these elves-they used to fight with us to protect count. I respect this, but I can’t be The reason they are greedy!"