Chapter 25: This is called the Fireball Technique "Where did you come from?"
Although Olaier's expression was righteous, his eyes were somewhat evasive.
"With five more intermediate alchemists, the number of battle-damaged armors I repair will be reduced, which means I will earn a lot less gold coins."
Mog looked at Olaier with angry eyes.
"Don't look at me with an innocent expression.
I don't believe that as a legendary magician, you don't understand how important gold coins are to an alchemist."
"Old man, didn't I bring five students from the Alchemy Academy to Blue Ear City to help Blue Ear City safely survive the beast tide?
The damage rate of the armor in the beast tide was so high, Blue Ear City There are very few intermediate alchemists."
Oler curled his lips.
Hearing this, Merger glared at Orel, but didn't say anything.
After all, what Oler said is indeed true.
"Why, you won't be happy if you earn less gold coins.
You alchemists are really a tough guy.
You love money as much as your life."
Olaier's beard grew taller.
"One less gold coin, no, even if If you lose even one copper coin, it will be like killing you."
"But why did your old legendary magician, the dean of the Star Academy Magic Academy, bring five alchemists from the Alchemy Academy to Blue Ear City?"
Before Olaier could finish speaking, Merger called.
Stopped him, "Could it be that all the students in Xingyuan study across different schools?"
"Well, when you enter the Star Courtyard, you will know why."
Olaier said proudly, his beard curled up.
Merger rolled her eyes at the proud Oler with a helpless expression.
He couldn't understand why the old man looked so proud when he mentioned the Star Court, and thought to himself: This old man is pretending to be a ghost.
"Bad boy, old man, I just walked around the city wall and found that the scale of the beast tide has become bigger and bigger.
When those soldiers saw me, they all wanted to see the legendary magician take action and combat the arrogance of the warcraft army.
His arrogance, brat, do you want to see it?"
Although Olaier looked forward to it, the hope and expressiveness in his eyes betrayed Olaier's inner thoughts.
Although Merger had just met Aurel, it was as if he had been friends with Aurel for many years.
He knew this naughty old boy very well, and Aurel's eyes could never conceal his inner thoughts. .
In Merger's eyes, no matter what thoughts or tricks Orel had, they would be revealed in his dazzling little eyes.
"You want to show off again."
Merger glanced at Orel, "You're not interested."
"Don't you see, I still have a lot of work to do?"
Merg picked up a damaged part of the armor and waved it in front of Olaer's eyes.
"There are five intermediate alchemists from the Star Academy here, and there is no shortage of you.
Come with me."
Without waiting for Merg to resist, Olaer produced a match rope from his fingertips.
The bright red match rope was condensed from flames.
Like a small red snake, it swam flexibly in the air and circled around Merg.
Mog was tied up tightly in an instant.
"What are you doing, old man?"
However, the match rope tied to Merg's body was originally made of flames, but it did not burn Merg's clothes or burn his skin.
Mog clearly saw that the rope that tied him was made of bright flames, but he could not feel the scorching temperature of the flame on the match rope.
In Merger's opinion, the temperature of the match rope is very warm, more like a soft velvet rope than a match made of flames.
"Where are you going to take me, smelly old man?"
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Merger, unable to move his body, was hanging behind Orel like a kite.
Aurel, dressed in a red robe, quickly shuttled through the streets and alleys.
Orel was on his way and ignored Merger's shouting, which gave Merger a headache.
Merger really couldn't understand this old naughty old man, or in other words, he was very confused by some of this old naughty boy's behaviors.
Within a moment, Mog was forcibly dragged by Orel to the west wall of Blue Ear City.
Outside the city wall, the army of Warcraft was violently attacking the defense lines of human soldiers.
In the battlefield, the strong smell of blood was mixed with the smell of sulfur emitted by a large number of lava rock ghosts, and the air smelled very pungent.
The sound of war drums, fighting sounds, wailing sounds and beast roars are intertwined and repeated, deafening and touching.
This is the loud cry of war.
Looking at the curious looks from the soldiers with strange expressions along the way, Merger felt a little dizzy.
However, Merger had no way to do anything about it.
No matter how Merger tried to coerce or induce him, Orel acted as if he didn't hear anything and just kept on going.
Moreover, the old man seemed invisible to the strange looks from the surrounding soldiers and chose to ignore them.
Finally, after arriving at the city wall of Blue Ear City, Orel put down Merg, and the match rope that tied Merg dissipated silently, turning into sparks in the air.
Merger moved his body that was a little uncomfortable being bound by the match rope.
Although Merger was curious about the match rope magic that Orel cast casually, his mood at this time was more filled with anger and speechlessness.
"Come on, Merg, you cast a fireball spell and let me give you some pointers."
Seeing Mog's gloomy expression, Orel smiled and opened his mouth to break the awkward deadlock between the two.
"I am a one-star magician.
The fireball technique can only provide lighting or heating, and has no offensive power at all."
Hearing this, Moge frowned slightly, not understanding what Olaier meant by this.
However, seeing Olaier's unpredictable but hopeful gaze, Merger reluctantly used the fireball technique.
Fireball is an extremely simple primary magic.
Its function is just as Merger said.
It does not have much attack power and can only play some supporting role.
The destructive power of fireball is not even comparable to that of wind blade, which is also a primary magic.
Because Merg's magic qualifications are very poor and his elemental compatibility is very low, he has not been able to break through to a two-star magician so far, so he can only cast some low-level magic such as fireball, waterball, and freezing.
Merger is only a one-star magician, so when he casts the primary magic fireball technique, he still needs to recite the corresponding magic spell.
He cannot do the same as other high-level magicians, and he can easily use low-level magic at his fingertips.
As the magic spell was recited, the fire element in Moge's hand gradually condensed, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a crimson fireball the size of a walnut.
The flames that kept beating on the surface of the fireball burned slowly, driven by the fire element, and the flames alternated between on and off.
The fireball in the center of Mog's hand shone with red firelight.
The firelight was not dazzling, but it could make people feel that the surface of the burning fireball was constantly emitting a high temperature.
The heat waves emanating from the fireball gradually melted in the fire element wrapping Merg's right hand to ensure that Merg would not be burned by the fireball technique he cast.
The fireball was suspended in Merg's hand, and the scorching flames were constantly dancing, but they could not cover up the cold and bloody atmosphere of war in the air.
Seeing the puzzled look from the confused Mog, Olaer turned to look at the densely packed figures of monsters fighting with human warriors on the battlefield, then pointed at a large tiger-spotted ant and said, "That's it.
The nearest tiger ant, use your fireball to knock it down."
After hearing this, Moge's face became even more gloomy, and he said speechlessly: "Let's not mention that the fireball technique can't kill the two-star magic beast Tiger Ant, even if it can kill it, you old man thinks that as a one-star magician, I can't cast spells.
Is it possible that the distance is that far?
Even the fireball went out in mid-air before it flew more than ten meters."
Mog looked at the two-star tiger ant that was at least a few hundred meters away from him.
He instantly felt a headache and his eyes became even more angry.
He thought that this smelly old man was clearly playing tricks on him and wanted to make him look embarrassed.
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