Chapter 353 Co-authored Is this how you wizards cast spells?
This abandoned village is full of thatched mud houses made of wooden slats and mud bricks.
The village located at the foot of the mountain was abandoned with the departure of the Kush knights and was regarded as uneconomical real estate and abandoned.
Currently, the livestock monastery is planning to build a pig farm in this village and use the less fertile fields at the foot of the mountain to grow potato roots to feed the pigs.
The pig manure can be used to fertilize the fields, killing two birds with one stone.
But so far, no construction has started here, so almost no one comes to this foothills.
Between the wild onions and wild fruit trees, four wizards stood beside the village's threshing floor, one by one wearing weapons and equipment belonging to the wizards.
Horn was standing at the edge of the threshing floor, looking at their appearance.
Originally, all Horn saw were wizards like Paslik, and he thought that ordinary wizards with a plasticity orientation would be different.
But now it seems that these wizards are not as strong as knights, but they still have a strong physique.
Especially their arms, which are somehow larger than the muscles of their bodies.
It was as if a pair of thick gorilla arms had been sewn onto a thin human puppet. Horn looked confused.
Before Paslik took the hussars to Montenegro for reconnaissance, he ransomed several wizards from prison.
But what Horn didn't expect was that the first thing they did when they arrived at Castle Joan was to sneak into the house of the coachman who reported them.
Rene thought they were going to do something drastic, so he immediately led the Cheka and the military police to the scene.
As a result, they just shaved the coachman's horse, dog, and son into Mediterranean bald heads.
Horn thought about it all day and night, but he couldn't figure out what the logic and motivations of these wizards were?
“What’s wrong with them?”
After hearing Horn’s question to himself, Grampwin, who was standing aside, spoke: “Black Snake Isn’t this what the people of Qianhe are like?”
Horn changed his face seriously: “You are also from Qianhe River Valley, why are you so famous in your area?”< br>
But Grampwin waved his hands repeatedly: "Your Majesty, this is really not my fault. Black Snake Bay has always been famous for acting absurdly and senselessly. This is how the people of Black Snake Bay are."
"No." Horn frowned, "Just like the people of Qianhe River Valley are unclean, it's probably a rumor, right?"
"Your Majesty, how many people from Black Snake Bay do you know?" Grampwin asked.
"Two." Horn counted on his fingers, "Sissi counts one, Paslik counts...Eh? Yeah!"
Horn was stuck here. , Mormont trotted over from the other side.
"Your Majesty, we are ready and can start at any time."
In the system of wizards, fireball is a very practical energy-shaping spell. It can melt armor, close the distance, and cause range damage. .
Some wizards rate fireball as the most cost-effective spell in terms of power and distance.
However, there are actually very few wizards who know the fireball technique, because the fireball technique requires a lot of mana, and it is best to have the blood of a fire-shaping witch to learn it easily.
Paslik is proficient in various flash techniques, fog techniques, and frost techniques, but he does not know the fireball technique.
As for the White Mountain Priory and the Joan Party who stayed in Castle Joan, there were originally few secret party wizards.
One of the two secret parties is proficient in divination spells, and the other is proficient in spiritual and physical spells.
The only evocation wizards were sent by Catherine from Rapid City. They were proficient in lightning but also knew nothing about fireball.
But fortunately, Mormont and others are all wizards who specialize in fireball. Even the secret party they belong to - the one who was eliminated by Niedersall, specializes in fireball.
According to Horn's stereotype of fireball, they can completely replace the existence of cannons and completely make up for the last shortcoming of the Galar Phalanx.
With the arrival of Mormont and others, Horn finally had the opportunity to witness the power of fireball with his own eyes.
Horn said: "Okay, you can start at any time." Mormont immediately waved to the threshing floor.
Talorin picked up the staff prepared by the local secret party, oh no, the nature priests, and stood in the middle of the threshing floor.
A breeze blew by, and the staff in his hand trembled slightly.
A faint red light flashed from the top of the staff, and a hot breath filled the air.
At first there were just little sparks. Slowly, the sparks gathered into a cluster of small flames, and gradually formed a fireball the size of a fist.
Under the gaze of everyone, Talorin held the end of the staff with both hands and raised the staff high.
Then under Horn's dull gaze, Tallorin took a deep breath, twisted his waist, veins popped out on his arms, and suddenly swept the staff in his hand.
With Talorin's movements like hitting a baseball, the fireball rose into the sky and roared out with a scorching wind.
Making a "hissing" sound in the air, the fireball traced a dazzling trajectory and directly hit the wooden man. The flames immediately swallowed the wooden man's body and spattered small fires within a range of about one meter in all directions. wave.
The flames spread along every inch of its wooden structure, with hot reds and oranges dancing intertwined. Black smoke rose from the burning wooden figure, and the smell of burnt wood filled the air.
Looking at the burning wooden man, Talorin stood there and waved to Horn with satisfaction.
“Is this the fireball technique?” Horn turned his head dully and looked at Mormont beside him.
Mormont asked with a strange look on his face: "Otherwise, what do you think it should be like?"
"Shouldn't the fireball be the kind that explodes with a bang and everyone around it is blown away?"
After listening to Horn's description, Mormont suddenly realized: "You guess it is I was deceived by the story of the witcher, how can there be such a fireball technique..."
After the explanation, Horn finally gradually understood that the fireball technique in this world is really just a fireball.
Rather than exploding, it is better to say that it will disperse when it comes into contact with a hard object or strong wind, and then ignite the enemy with a wave of fire.
And unlike the stereotype, the fireball technique in this world really just condenses a fireball in the palm of your hand. If you want to throw it out, you can only throw it with your bare hands.
The reason why they lost the staff and could not cast spells at long distances had nothing to do with the staff itself. It was just because they lost a throwing lever that could conduct spells.
No wonder they all have thick arms. It turns out they were trained by throwing fireballs!
Seeing the disappointed look on Horn's face, Mormont felt nervous and quickly explained: "But the fireball you mentioned is not without..."
"It is necessary. Higher mana?"
"To be precise, it requires special casting materials." Mormont thought of the materials that he had worked hard to prepare in the past few months. "It is known as the jewel in the crown of alchemy. ! ”
"What kind of casting materials can we make?" Horn, the popular alchemist, is very interested in picking up the crown jewel.
His alchemists have nothing but more numbers and more mana.
Originally, mortar was a relatively small number of mid-range alchemy products, mainly used as an adhesive when repairing castles.
At least these are things that only knights can afford.
In Horn’s hands, what kind of adhesive? Mixed with sand and gravel, it becomes concrete, which can be bought by ordinary people to build houses.
"I'm afraid it's difficult." Mormont rubbed the staff in his hand.
In order to support Rapid City, the secret parties of Black Snake Bay have used up the dragon blood inventory of Tiannv City for twenty years. In the next period of time, Tiannv City’s dragon blood is estimated to be only produced in single digits every year. .
"Tell me, what is that material called?" Horn asked reluctantly.
“That casting material is called Red Dragon’s Breath.”
(End of this chapter)