Chapter 44: Subverting Common Sense

Joe Pryde's call was so emotional and imposing that as his opposite, Plitander silently continued to burn magical notes.

One after another first-order water spells appeared out of thin air, and the azure and light blue ice arrows, ice knives, and ice guns took shape one after another, shooting at the red-clothed magician, the number was as large as if they didn't need money, and the various frost weapons that shot out of it stirred each other, bringing out a whistling sound, just looking at the posture and momentum, it would not fall behind for a while.

Carefully calculated, from the beginning to the present, the old butler has also cast more than thirty first-order water magic, some are simple attack types, such as ice arrows, ice blades, ice guns, etc., and there are also water magic, but they belong to the auxiliary classes that can effectively enhance or indirectly increase the attack power of water magic, such as cold, cold, snow shadow, snow robe, etc., the number accounts for about fifty percent.

A dazzling, brilliant flame poured out from the head of Joe Pryde's gem-covered magic wand, rapidly taking shape, surging with raging flames, unabashedly exuding scorching heat, summoning and absorbing a sufficient number of fire elements, and the powerful flame magic first showed its majestic face.

The cardinal magician's whole body was relieved, and the heart he lifted was put back in his stomach again, and he hurried and hurried, hurrying and hurrying, his high-level spells finally worked before the enemy!

The fourth-order flame technique is worthy of representing the power of the god of fire in the human world, and is known for its large size, dark color, strong light flame, and high temperature, and its attack speed and power are even more first-class. With the blessing of the pyrotechnique to complete the final summoning form, Joe Pride has once again been hammered as the spokesman of the great Vulcan in Manchester City, as he claims to be.

Now he has worked hard to use this fourth-order flame technique brilliantly, the diameter reaches two or three meters, the flames are slightly white, it is a sign of white heat, extremely powerful, as soon as he appears, he is full of arrogance to disperse the thick night, everywhere he goes, from the surrounding darkness, creating a day place with a circle of dozens of meters, which is extremely dreamy and symbolic!

The soldiers of the city guard, who had fallen far behind, cheered in unison, and began to cheer for Joe Pryde's impending victory, and after a long period of one-sided beatings, their morale was so low that they were on the verge of witnessing the flames of Xuanhe, and as a part of the victorious side, they were better than anything else, and many of them were so excited that they were about to shed tears.

The cardinal mage took a long breath, and his heart was filled with joy, a pile of gold coins was about to arrive, and a whole group of beautiful slave girls were about to sleep in their own beds! This fourth-order flame technique almost exhausted the magic and spiritual power of his whole body, as soon as the flames came out of the head of the staff, he felt a deep exhaustion, his upper and lower eyelids fought, he couldn't wait to lie down on the spot immediately and get a good night's sleep, but he didn't dare to relax, he had to hold on for another second or two, drive the flames to fly according to the predetermined trajectory, hit the evil old man not far away, and the great work was completed.

"O power of the righteous Vulcan, grant your enemies the cleanses of eternal sleep according to the will of those whom you summon. ”

The spiritual power focused on the old butler opposite, and the cardinal mage chanted the last part of the spell loudly, like a song, emotional, and at the same time held the body of the staff with both hands, and stomped heavily towards the ground, when the tail of the staff broke through the ground, a huge flame suddenly burst out, and the offensive was officially launched!

As soon as the attack was commanded, the brilliant hot fireball sped rapidly, shooting straight towards Plitander, between the tongues of fire, sharp and domineering, the night was like faded ink, tumbling and rolling to avoid it, and a bright white light channel was instantly formed.

The cold disappeared silently, the granite paved street was hot, the heat rose, wisps of white smoke rose, and as the fireball advanced, little by little sparks suddenly appeared, flickering constantly, which was the result of the confetti on the ground, small wooden blocks and other fine debris being ignited by the high temperature.

Thanks to the wide enough street, the flying fireballs are far away from the houses on both sides of the street, otherwise the people living here are ordinary people, and the street is the residence, and they can't afford the relatively expensive granite, most of them use cheap wood and bamboo as the main materials to build houses, so they have to burn and start a fire. In this way, the roof facing the street is also blackened by the heat, and it makes a creaking sound, which may be ignited at any time.

At this time, Joe Pryde, who calmed down, found that the opponent had summoned dozens of water-based spells, but none of them were defensive, and he didn't use common spells such as ice shield, ice wall, and ice wall to protect himself, and he didn't know if he was stunned by the big move he issued, and forgot the first principle of always paying attention to protecting his fragile body as a mage, or was he so brainbroken that he thought that the first-order water-based offensive spells were piled up enough, which was enough to offset the power of high-level fire spells.

Joe Pryde smiled heartily, very dismissively. In addition to being rich, the old guy on the other side really doesn't have a thorough understanding of the profundity of the wizarding world, and there is a serious deviation in his understanding.

It is true that water and fire spells are natural enemies of each other and can cancel each other out, but it refers to the fundamental attribute restraint, rather than the level difference between the two not to be considered in actual combat, the prerequisite for the numerical advantage is that the two sides are at the same strength level, if there are enough low-level water spells, they can complete the task of resisting high-level fire spells, then by analogy, all magicians only need to work hard to buy and infuse magic scrolls, and when it comes to the battle competition, just throw scrolls at each other.

Why do you spend so much effort studying, meditating, discussing, and studying the methods of mastering high-level spells, and painstakingly exploring the mysteries of the wizarding world?

The comparison between the first-order spell and the fourth-order, whether it is the overall power or the simple competition speed, can be called a world of difference, in the face of a fourth-order fire technique, no amount of first-order water magic can make up for the essential gap between the two, just like now, a typical on-site demonstration is as real as it is.

As soon as the flames flew out, the ice arrows that Plitander first sent out had already shot one after another, hitting Joe Pryde's red light and amazing flames, and made a helpless sound, except for being instantly roasted by the fire and evaporating into a trace of white vapor, it itself had quickly dissolved into the invisible shadow.

Joe Pride sneered, even more complacent, not conjuring an ice shield, ice wall or a more advanced ice wall in time to protect it, it was definitely the biggest mistake of the gray-robed old man, of course, in front of his noble and powerful cardinal mage Joe Pryde, even if Plitander relied on stacking magic sticks to make a thick ice wall in front of him, it would be quickly melted away by the terrifyingly high temperature of the fourth-order flames, at most giving the poor master a few more seconds to survive.

The gray-robed old man may have thought of this, instead of blindly defending in vain, it is better to let go of his hands and feet and fight to the death like now, see if a miracle can happen, and bring some damage to the honorable Pride Grand Magician before he dies, even if it is small.

Haughty and slightly sympathetic to the screaming enemy, the flames, driven by Joe Pryde, began to push forward with an indomitable domineering momentum, ready to faithfully carry out the task of melting the Grey Wizard.

The cardinal mage had foreseen that in the face of the flames that swept through the thousands of armies, the large pile of first-order spells that the enemy had painstakingly summoned, along with his gray robes that proved his imbecileness, would all come to naught.

Only then did he remember that the only consequence of his ultimate move was that it was too powerful, and it was likely to burn all the belongings in the pocket of the gray-robed opponent, and then it would be a big loss.

Look at poor Plitander, in the face of such a terrifying high-level spell attack, he was already frightened, his hands waving wildly in the air, and he didn't know what to say.

The immense and mighty spherical flames were less than two seconds away from the head of Joe Pryde's staff, and a series of four ice arrows shot into the flames like arrows, only to disappear as quickly as the previous kind.

The cardinal mage shook his head secretly, concentrating on harnessing the magic forward, and in the blink of an eye, the first-order spells released by Plitander, such as Ice Blades, Ice Picks, Cold, and Snow Shadows, came one after another, hitting a certain part of the flames one after another, and itself turned into faint water vapor, and then disappeared.

After a burst of mana fluctuations, the cardinal magician noticed the abnormality, and he keenly noticed that as long as every seemingly insignificant water spell hit the target, Xuan He's incomparable fireball would appear to be inconspicuous, but enough to continue to produce a certain strange change of weakness, and what was even more terrifying was that the flames only flew to about half of the position between the two of them, and began to become unstable, quietly shrinking in a circle, not to mention, there were faint signs of shaking and splitting!

Hell, what's going on?

The strange scene completely subverted Joe Pryde's perception of fire magic and water magic, theoretically the first-order primary spells and middle-level spells are not comparable at all, and the fourth-order fire spells should show a situation that sweeps all first-order water magic, and they are unharmed, but in reality, the fourth-order flames released by themselves are strangely showing some kind of decline that is visible to the naked eye after being attacked by more than a dozen first-order water spells.

"Your understanding of spells is really poor, I'm afraid I'm going to smash your master's brand. ”

Plitander's baritone sounded just in time, as spicy and on point as ever, and of course in a word.

As the old butler said, according to Joe Pryde's superficial understanding, combined with his poor eyesight, he had no idea that the mighty flame was not as his own muddy naked eyes saw, or "thought he saw", but that the whole body was perfectly unified and uniform from top to bottom, but in fact there were many structures and connections that were much weaker than those of the periphery, which were only obscured by the heat and the bright light, in the very small places that were invisible.

However, the water magic released by Plitander successively just pinpointed these weak links, and easily dealt a heavy blow to this flame that seemed extremely powerful on the outside from the root of the structure, and after the continuous impact of the water spells, it finally produced irreversible instability and even segregation.

As if in order to better expound and verify the truth, the old butler then dashed the void in front of him, and a light blue ice blade rotated a forward split, and quickly carried out the actual demonstration.

What shocked Joe Pride even more appeared, the ice blade slashed a certain part of the flame normally, but when it dissipated into the air, the huge flame actually had a corner, or a corner, bounded by the place where the ice blade had just been cut, and shook slightly, and then reluctantly, the whole "fell off" from the body of the flame!

It's like a corner of a mountain crumbling down.

Joe Pryde's two cloudy eyes immediately widened, and his hands began to tremble, how is this possible?

He remembered very well that the teacher had told him more than once that the flames summoned by the Pyrotechnique were composed of fire elements, and although they seemed to have different shapes and sizes, they were not a concrete object such as a stone of the same shape and volume. Ice walls and other water spells with opposing attributes should not be separated and dissolved at all, and cannot be separated and dissolved by the brutal method of cutting with a knife and axe, like concrete objects such as wood and stone.

What's more, the water spell that achieved such a magical effect was just a mere first-order water spell that was far lower than the flame body, and it was an "ice blade technique" that didn't enter the stream at all?

The stunned cardinal mage became frightened, desperately driving the flames forward at high speed, lest there be some bigger accidents, and it would not be a matter of "turning wealth into water".