Shaman from Afar

When the sun in the early spring has not yet fallen on the ground in the deep forest, but the winter snow and ice have begun to fade, people who have been suffering in the cold for months have finally ushered in a rare sunny day.

The entire Earl Count was under the control of Ruben Frid, and proceeded in an orderly way-the young Earl was like a child with a new toy, and he could not wait to carry out his plan.

Lorren, as a wizard advisor, was finally able to get a few free days to do some things he always wanted to do, but also to not interfere with Lu Wen's authority. After all, he is the true count, and he is just a little wizard advisor.

In the past, due to severe forms and various reasons, Lu Wen had no scruples about decentralization of Loren, and even achieved the point of blind trust, so that the refugees were familiar with this dark-haired wizard than the Earl himself; but the situation is now With great relief, it is natural that Loren does not need to intervene too much. It is enough to do the job of a wizard consultant.

In the pure white spiritual hall, the teenager sitting on a backrest chair stared at the dark-haired wizard who was building the runes little by little, and his blood-red eyes blinked.

Strictly speaking, Loren at this time is not "building" the rune, but creating from scratch-what he wants to do now is also a thing that all casters will do.

Create a magic that belongs to you.

The difficulty of this can be imagined. Not only is it necessary to have solid knowledge of curses and occultism, but also extremely high demands on the spiritual hall of the wizard. After all, all magic is based on the power of the void, and creating magic is equivalent to making the most direct contact with the void.

Variety illusions, erratic messages, and the weirdness of flowing pus like substance can completely drive a mentally normal human.

Fortunately, because of the presence of Asriel, the spiritual hall of Loren was greatly improved-the complex information was completely shielded by the pure white walls, which enabled him to find all the knowledge he needed as quickly as possible.

Dozens of open parchment books surround Loren, forming a weird spiral; the dark-haired wizard on his knees stared at the "oil painting" in front of him, completely immersed his consciousness in it, and completed it carefully. Build.

Is also because a young man, the seemingly complicated construction of spells, has also become a process of drawing oil paintings. Although it does not reduce the difficulty much, it will completely fail if you are not careful.

The void power that is sticky like pus is "brush", and the flashing and complex rune is "paint". Careful Loren has reached the last step, maintaining long-term patience and completing the whole with the most perfect state. Rune construction.

From the beginning of preparation to now, Loren has spent a full two days. There is no concept of time in the void, but the body will be tired and the energy will fade-these objective conditions seriously drag on Loren's progress.

But no matter what, he is almost finished. A beautiful oil painting is undergoing the final coloring. Every brush is meticulous. The "brush" touches every nerve. Colors and lines condense emotion into substance.

"finished……"

The consciousness traces back from the spiritual hall to the body, and the corner of Loren's mouth slightly raised slightly.

The left hand wearing the "caster" is slightly opened, and a delicate red rune floats in the center of the palm, and it is injected into the left hand like melting.

In a blink of an eye, the golden-red flame covered the entire palm. Under the control of Loren's consciousness, he continued to swallow his tongue of fire, slowly condensing into a table tennis-sized "fireball".

High-level spell, "Fire of Turin"-!

According to Loren's estimate of himself, he can at least make the fireball expand about five to six times, and within 30 meters can guarantee the accurate head, turning the guys they meet into instant large torches.

This is his first completely original high-level curse. He used the surname given to him by Leonardo as his first name, which is also somewhat commemorative.

And because it is original, Loren is fully aware of every structure of the entire spell, and there is still room for improvement. The mouth of the proud black wizard gently raised his lips, not even realizing that a certain teenager had appeared behind him.

"I still don't understand." Asrell shook his head in confusion, and his pale cheeks were filled with puzzles: "You have been busy for three days, checked countless materials, and devoted yourself wholeheartedly ... just for this ? "

"If you want to create flames, there are actually many ways-since you have such an excellent alchemist as Ayn Rand, you can completely transform her with a more effective ignition agent."

"And this is a high-level spell, isn't it too wasteful?"

"You don't understand." Loren admired the little fireball flying on the palm of his hand: "This is a person who dreams of magic and can never give up on the attachment."

The fact that he couldn't rub the fireball was always a big regret in Loren's heart, so since there is a chance, he certainly has to find a way to make up for it.

Not to mention the beauty of flames, how can ordinary people understand?

An exquisite combination of dynamic and static, the impact generated exceeds the edge of human imagination; the explosion of collision is the ultimate embodiment of the beauty of the moment-this kind of vulgar guy does not understand art at all!

Asriel frowned, completely unable to understand that Loren would have behaved so irrationally. Humans are really complicated creatures, and will be excited to look like this for a small fireball.

Without paying much attention to the youngster's gaze, Loren gently dissipated the flame in his left hand, and recorded the experiment just in his notes.

Just like Asriel said, "Fire of Turin" is completely unqualified as a high-level enchantment. Although it has enough power, it consumes as much energy as it does. The scope of application is relatively narrow, and there is not even a bottle of ignition. Agent comes practical.

But after all, this spell is just newly constructed, and Loren still has time to slowly modify it-most of the spells passed down are the hard work of many casters throughout their lives, and nothing can be achieved overnight.

According to Loren ’s assumption, this spell will never stop at the fireball, but will produce more intense combustion to the extent of explosion, or even manipulate the flame as you like, engulfing the enemy with the invisible sea of ​​fire.

What's more, there is Asriel, and the last thing Loren needs to worry about is the limitation of the spiritual palace. Even if it fails, it is just a high-level spell—not like other casters ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Need to be very careful to consider whether to master this spell.

Footsteps came from outside the door, Loren trembling his ears immediately closed the notes in his hand, the teenager on the chair on the side turned into a black feather eagle, and landed firmly on the fireplace.

Pushed the door open, and the person who walked in was Sir Aaron, looking at Loren sitting there a bit more complicated. The dark-haired wizard raised his head: "Excuse me?"

"Those elves are meeting the earl and asking the earl to fulfill his previous promise." Sir Aaron frowned: "You seem to have promised many things to these elves."

"Iron ingots, flax, livestock and medicines-the winter has not yet passed completely, our own supplies are still very nervous, and there is not much that can be used to support others."

"Not to mention, they also hope to be able to form an alliance with the Principality of Lothal." Aaron shook his head disdainfully: "If it is the leader of the entire elven group, it may be ok, but the ancient wood forest is only a little bit. The larger settlements are not enough, even the vassals who became the Duke are not enough! "

"But these elves are the only line of defense against the invasion of ogres in the Duchy of Lothal." Loren explained to him as patiently as possible: "If they collapse, hundreds of ogres will Break out of the ancient wood forest and enter the deep forest fort! "

However, Sir Aaron apparently didn't care much about these, nor did he believe that there would be "hundreds" of ogres, so he just waved his hand and interrupted Loren's explanation.

"Anyway, Lord Earl hopes you are here. After all, you were in contact with these elves-they used to fight side by side with us to protect the Earl. I respect this, but they cannot be the reason for their greed!"