Shane chooses efficiency, forty times the projection of the three-series orb barrage attack.

"Starting tomorrow, support multiple spells: three orbs, practice."

"Understood, but before going to sleep, ask the user to exercise his physical strength, 50 push-ups and 50 sit-ups."

"Good" Shane hasn't worked out since he was confirmed to have mage talent. Fifty, a little more difficult. Lying in bed after doing it, my hands and abdomen are a little sore, and it will hurt a lot the next day.

"Don't worry, the device will help the user adjust their body."

Shane also heard from the Eye of Truth that physical training is currently in the first stage, and the amount of training will slowly increase, with the goal of making Shane's physique better than the average elf.

Before closing the eye, he completed the third projection portrayal of the Ao Neng Barrier on the bed before falling asleep.

There was no dreaming at night.

Early in the morning, Shane was woken up by the Eye of Truth, washed up and dined, and continued on his way to the Ghost Lands. The puppet Tiger spun down the avenue, and Shane lay in the back seat, practicing spells.

The three-series orb was renamed by him, called 'Frost Fire Arcane Missile', and the attack method is like the Arcane Missile, and the power is similar, the difference is that it is the three kinds of Frost Fire Orb that fly out.

The engraving projection is much simpler than the Orneng barrier, after all, it is a one-ring spell application.

"The Eye of Truth doesn't need to alert me if there are no special circumstances."

"Understood"

On the way from Quel'Salas to the Wraith Lands, many caravans walked, and their final destination was Strasom, the kingdom of Lordaeron, where they traded magical items and artifacts for gems and raw materials. Since the Troll War, the trade has been prosperous by thousands. Recently, because of the frequent activity of trolls, it is not as lively as before.

At the speed of the puppet Tiger Go, he will be able to get out of the border of Quelsala in the afternoon.

"User, there are two elves blocking the way one thousand meters ahead, do you want to avoid it?"

The Eye of Truth woke Sean from his practice, and the sun was already in the west, just in time to see the boundary marker—the Quetalin boulder getting closer and closer, and a dozen carts parked on the side of the road.

"Stop and see what's going on with them," Shane glanced and sat back in the back seat. Tygo the puppet sped up to the two roadblockers and made a nice drift stop, dusting their faces. The Ghost Lands has been experiencing a lot of troll activity lately, so it's a good idea to find someone to go along

"Your Excellency, can you go with us?" One of them said.

"Yes, but I guess you can't keep up with me." Shane said deliberately, and he noticed that there were a dozen or so carts, and there were quite a few goods in them.

"Rest assured, we'll have a solution." The man laughed.

Shane pushed the boat down the river and agreed to join the group, and the man bowed, "My name is Hadurun-Mingyi."

Entering the Wraith is noticeably slower. Soft ground, terrible road conditions, and the power wheels are stuffed with silt. I had to switch to walking mode. Shane then knew why Haduron Mingyi was laughing.

More than a dozen large carts followed not far behind, and the wooden wheels, which were much wider than ordinary wheels, were the key to their smooth walking.

On the way, there were seventy or eighty of them, but no one came within ten meters of him, and Shane noticed that the elves were afraid of him. It wasn't until night camping that a mage came to talk.

"Have you ever paid attention to your appearance?" He was the mage of Quettarim, Modra Firehawk, with a five-ring badge on his chest.

"Most of them are from low-level clans, and those six balls on your head and the hair that is on fire, and every now and then two missiles come and make you look like a great person, to them."

"Is that so?"

"Yes!"

The two female elves brought wine and bread, and Modra-Firehawk pulled one left and one right in her arms, "Do you want one?"

"No," Sean shook his head

"It's a pity," he said and the two female elves, walking towards the roadside woods.

Sean continued his practice with a meal. More than a dozen carts centered around his puppet and formed a circle. The cattle were placed on the outermost periphery, and a dozen men armed with swords and bows stood guard.

The 'Frostfire Arcane Missile' is engraved with thirty-seven seeds, which will be completed in no time. There are only three simple steps to a one-ring spell, Origin, Wing, and Rebirth. If the complexity of the four rings is the starry sky, the first ring is the corner of the starry sky.

"The forty-fold projection of the 'Frostfire Arcane Missile' is complete." The Eye of Truth reminds in the mind. Relax the controls in your hands, and two sets of missiles hit the sky.

"Are you practicing supermagic techniques?"

Shane probed from the puppet and it was the mage Morad Flame Eagle, his face flushed, and it seemed that a great war had just ended.

"You've learned your first supermagic technique"

"The first"

"I've successfully practiced two supermagic techniques, two! Maybe I can guide you. ”

Sean floats off the golem.

Modra-Firehawk had his two female retinues spread out the carpet and light incense, and invited Shane to sit down.

"I practice supermagic techniques: cold blood, and arcane enhancements."

"My magic skill is multi-casting."

Modra-Yanying's face was ugly, and he held back for a long time before he said, "Your mentor really loves you. ”

"Your mentor loves you too!"

His face was even more ugly: "You are definitely not an ordinary elf, and the super magic skills that are generally passed on to apprentices start with 'cold blood', followed by arcane strengthening. ”

He noticed the six orbs spinning around Sean's head again, "How long have you been holding this?" ”

"As long as you're awake, keep it up."

Moldra Firehawk was devastated and had no sex, took out the wine from her magic pocket, and after a few sips, cheered up, "Avril, Lumina, come and heal the wounds in your master's heart, your master has met a monster." ”

With an apologetic expression, the two female elves helped Modra-Firehawk into their tent.

"What's wrong with the Mordra-Firehawk male elf body. Is it the frustration that makes him like that after the failure of the comparison of strength between males? ”

Shane didn't want the Eyes of Truth to set up a conversation mission anymore, so he remained silent. He noticed the information contained in Modra-Yanying's words, could it be that the supermagic technique was different, was it the difference between 'ordinary people' and 'Boos' in his previous life?

The "Master Master" is gone, and Hadurun Bright Wing is here, cautious but unafraid in front of Shane. He said that a few days ago, the Sentinels spotted trolls harassing a sorcerer in the ranks. That's why they need two mages to dare to cross the Wraith Land.

Mystic vs. mystery, caster vs. caster.

"If you have any needs, we are much more relieved to walk with you."

Modra - Firehawk is indeed not very reliable.

"I don't have a request now, it's better to keep it, and I'll put it forward when I have a demand," Shane thought for a moment before saying.

"You must be a big man in the future," Haduron sighed.

"You're going to be a big guy too." Sean replied to him.

"Then I won't disturb Your Excellency's rest, farewell."

……

The Wraith Lands is far from Shadowmoon City, where the light of the Sunwell is weak, and the nights are much cooler than Quelsala's. After doing physical exercises, I gave myself a thermostat and fell asleep on the puppet's back.