Chapter 642 644. Tornado
No matter what, no one can deny Fringilla Wei Ge’s attainments in magic.
The status of the warlocks in the Southern Empire is not high, and their training model is relatively rigid, basically referring to senior craftsmen.
It is very different from the two major magic academies in the north, which regard spellcasters as valuable resources, so it is okay to be dissolute.
Therefore, northern warlocks have made great achievements in the elite and high-end fields, while southern warlocks have performed well in group base and cooperation.
But even so, the base advantage of southern spellcasters compared to the north can still allow many outstanding characters to be born among them.
Fringilla Vigo is one of the examples.
Her uncle is the famous illusion master Artorios Vigo, and Lane even read about this master's magical insights in Aretuza's library.
With good family talent and education, her attainments in mana and spells are not inferior to those of the famous northern sorceresses.
According to the rough classification of mage levels, she can be called an archmage.
At this moment, the Archmage of the Southern Empire was chanting incantations hurriedly, directing the chaotic magic power to take shape.
A layer of surging spiral wind is using the camp of the command post as the eye of the storm, protecting the command center of the entire Nilfgaardian Army inside.
As for the camps and personnel outside the command post, those are all out of Fringilla's consideration.
Perhaps others may think that this is due to the disregard for human life caused by the nobles who were born in the slave empire.
But Fringilla knows it
Just now, after the sound like the ringing of a church bell, the cold and biting spirit that suddenly broke out was so scary!
One by one, the warlocks are all spellcasters who use telepathy as their basic skills. Their minds are very sensitive.
That’s why many of them indulge in a life of extravagance, enjoyment, and struggle for power, because the pleasure they get in the process is greater than that of ordinary people.
But because of this, the perception that spread in Fringilla met the cold murderous intention that suddenly exploded at the moment Lan En took action.
She felt as if there was a cold and sharp knife sliding into her brain gracefully and quickly!
It was another near-death consciousness experience. Under this feeling, Fringilla felt like she was going crazy with fear!
Then a large-scale storm swept across the area.
The commanders and staff in the camp had no objections to this. Their job is to use living people on the battlefield as data to calculate gains and losses.
And they all know the fragility of warlocks. This group of spellcasters may have lost control of their spells due to the sudden pain caused by cuts on their hands when casting spells.
The Archmage is not much better.
No one wants to see the spell prepared by Fringilla go out of control here.
"Lalis! Flame!"
Fringilla shouted at another person in the camp between chanting spells.
Laris, the warlock who once 'repelled' Lan En in his raid.
After Menno Kuhoun established this new communication system, his stability-seeking character made him transfer another warlock.
Fringilla was mainly responsible for maintaining the communication system, while this mage who had a record against Lan En devoted all his energy to protecting the command post.
“Yes, yes!”
Laris was also frightened and trembling by Lan En’s sudden burst of cold spirit when he took action. He clearly remembered that when he met him before, he was not so exaggerated!
But it's too late to say anything now.
The entire command post camp had been blown apart by Fringilla's first wave of strong winds, and the tarpaulin was swept into the strong winds.
Laris opened his hands, and flames were generated from his palms, flying into the outer whirlwind like a dragon absorbing water.
Suddenly, the whirlwind that was originally gray due to the sand and debris was stained with a layer of fiery red.
The high-speed surging airflow brings a large amount of oxygen to support combustion, and the temperature continues to rise.
The tarpaulin of the command post, which was soaked in gum and was waterproof and fireproof, was burned in the flame tornado for less than three seconds under the eyes of Menno Kuhorn, and nothing was left.
People can't last long in this kind of environment, even in the eye of the storm.
But fortunately, this fire tornado was originally used to buy time to retreat.
Because the portal is taking shape.
"Demon-blocking golden bomb!"
While the fire tornado illuminated everything red, Menno Kuhorn still retained his keen battlefield experience and headed towards the two sides. A spellcaster shouted a reminder.
"Can this spell be broken by the magic-blocking gold bomb? Don't forget the guy in his hand!"
"Don't worry."
Fringilla maintained the tornado while stepping up Build a portal.
“The magic abilities of witchers are very weak, and they have no magic knowledge. They only learn ‘practical’ subjects such as monster knowledge and solving curses.”
“Even if He is closely related to Aretuza in terms of information, so what can he learn in this little time? Why would he be a demon hunter if he could really use this little time to learn well? Wouldn't it be much better to just become a warlock? "
Fringilla used logic and common sense as arguments to appease the group of marshals, staff officers, and clerical officials who were protected by her.
A moment ago these people were like gods, deciding the life and death of tens of thousands of people on the battlefield map. But now, they are like a bunch of chickens under her protection.
Although the situation was critical at this time, the sorceress' desire for power still made Fringilla feel a little relieved.
“He can’t come in unless he has a powerful frost spell or a druid sky controller. The start of the tornado relies on magic power, but even if he throws a magic-blocking golden bomb at this time, it will suppress it. The magic power and the inertia of the tornado can still allow it to maintain its existence for at least two minutes!"
Although Lan En had not used Mentos's computing power to construct an airflow model with the precision of a fire tornado!
But the initial magic power given by Fringilla during the formation stage of the tornado was strong enough. Even if the airflow conditions of the general environment are not considered, inertia alone is enough to maintain the airflow rotation for several minutes.
The understanding of her own magic gave Fringilla full confidence. She even began to arrange the evacuation sequence through the portal.
"Don't worry, everyone, line up now. The portal won't be open for too long. We must be orderly and save time."
Her tone was calm, with a forced negative tone. Emotional calm. This not only did not make her look embarrassed, but instead highlighted her strength.
The nervous moods of the staff officers, clerical officials, and even Menno Kuhorn were calmed by this tone.
However, even before Fringilla finished saying the word 'time' in her mouth
there was a sharp sound of "mist"!
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(End of this chapter)