Outside the Saber Fort was already an iron-gray world, with wind and rain, torrential rain, like gray-black waves, wave after wave, crashing into the reef-like Saber Fort.

"Morey, they've already arrived in Red Leaf City?" It suddenly rained heavily tonight, and Ireh looked into the distance through the rain curtain.

"Yes, sir!" A dark guard was kneeling on one knee to report the information that had been sent back from Red Leaf City.

"Then let's move!"

The next day, the 3rd Army Corps of the Far East and the 19th Army Corps of the Far East began a large-scale change of guard. This unusual move aroused strong concern among the surrounding forces, and even the Emerald City also sent people to the Far East to express concern, and Ire always replied that they would be sent back with normal army changes and routine exercises.

Although the clone provided by the church of Sandakor can perfectly replicate people's memories and power breath, it will always be seen through by others over time, so Ire did not stop for a moment, and after leading his subordinates to reconcile with the Far Eastern priest of Sandakor, he began to rush to the underground passage to the underground world.

The priest of Sandakor and Ireh stopped in a valley because they had arrived late, and quite a few people had already gathered in the valley, and some had even set up improvised tents for those who had arrived early.

The valley is surrounded by high mountains, except for a winding sheep's intestine path that connects to the outside world, and it is now noon, and the sun shines through the dense trees of the surrounding mountains, and only illuminates a small area, which is very private.

This time, the Church of Sandakor is said to have secretly gathered the hidden power in several continents, and there are no less than five noble insignia that Irei is familiar with, and they are all nobles of nearby countries who are known for their ferocity in battle, but not those "honorary" nobles who rely on nepotism like the Pomle family.

There were hundreds of people crammed into the small valley, but there was no uncomfortable feeling, on the one hand, because all the people who came, and controlling their breathing was as simple as drinking water, and on the other hand, because of the [Wind Blower] magic circle that had been arranged all around by the Wind Rider Church a long time ago.

"It seems that the church of Sandakor has been prepared for a long time!" Many people secretly sighed with Ire, even if it was a temporary gathering place, it was also inlaid with expensive magic circles, in addition to proving the importance of the church of Shandakore, it only showed that they were determined to achieve this and were well prepared, and this was exactly what Ire's needs.

"I'm glad you are here to help my lord! ......" Seeing that the people had arrived, a sturdy old man with a white beard climbed onto a high rock.

He is the leader of this expedition, the legendary ranger, Bennett "The Dragon Slayer". As a famous ranger of the Church of the Wind Rider, Bennett was a well-known and powerful ranger in the north of the continent in the early days, and after being absorbed by the Church of Cindacole, he gradually lost his news, but I didn't expect to send him out today.

The Church of the Wind Riders is very loosely organized, and many denominations are independent and independent. In addition, there was a lack of a rigid and uniform clerical hierarchy within the church—although those who had served the Wind Riders since before the turbulent times were widely respected by the rest of the Church. After the auto-swing, several military organizations emerged under the name of Shandacole. The Order of the Peaks is a group of independent priests and rangers dedicated to exploring the uncharted wilderness and remote areas of the northern part of the Sword Bay and Moon Sea regions; The Knights of the Shadow Sword is an elite group of warriors and rangers, headquartered in the Temple of the Throne of Sandakor in the city of Mystery, where members work hard to banish the evil that plagues the streets and ruins. Initially, the members of the Order re-fortified the ancient temple in the city of Misz, using it as a base of operations, and then sent scouts to explore the ruined city; The Riders of Favonius are a mercenary group of priests and a handful of rangers who defend and lead traders through uncharted wilderness regions to faraway lands.

Bennett belonged to the high-ranking members of the Knights of the Shadow Sword, while Ile. Faiste was a force summoned by the [Linfeng Order] operating in the Far Eastern Province. Except for the absence of the [West Wind Rider], the Church of the Wind Rider can be said to have gathered most of the forces of the church this time, which shows that Sandakor attaches great importance to this matter.

Everyone had a deep impression of "Dragon Slayer" Bennett, that is, some people didn't know Bennett's past, and they also knew the life of this legendary ranger after being whispered by others, and the voices in the field gradually calmed down.

There is only a faint light underneath the dark area, which affects the combat effectiveness for many people, and if there is no dark vision, or combat expertise such as blind fighting, most of the combat power will be gone.

But the exploration team had long known that today's trip to the underground had either been specially trained for these specialties early on, or they had purchased similar potions or equipment, so the dark environment in the dark region had almost no effect on them.

The entire team slowly advanced in silence, and from time to time mages ran around to unleash large-scale [Silence] spells on the team, ensuring that the impact of the march was minimized.

Along the way, Irey occasionally saw creatures from the dark regions that had fallen on the side of the road, and even some of the fierce fighting troops of the underworld such as the Petrified Lizard Knight. Church warriors and scouts of the Exploration Party were disposing of the corpses, either turning them into deep holes in the dark ditch or cleaning up the blood and harvesting the spoils.

"Looks like there's going to be a big battle ahead!" Ire's vague realization. The Church has so far maintained the combat power of most of the secular powers, apparently in order to keep their combat power to the point of use.

It's been a week since he came to Red Leaf City, and Morey is trying to improve a newly learned first-level spell, and Ios is trying to teach him the spell specialty [Mobile Spellcasting], and he also has some eyebrows.

On this day, he was passing through the corridor to Sandru's alchemy room to ask about the problem that the solvent encountered in the alchemy potion could not be stored for a long time and volatilized too quickly. The conversation between the two maids caught his attention.

“...... She's dead? ”

"yes, can you go to that place without dying? She's also pathetic......"

"Such a dangerous place, don't adults care?"

"Whatever! There were no red leaf trees, they were all mass graves, and only a stupid woman like Laili believed that a nobleman had died there and there was a treasure buried......"

"So the treasure is fake?"

"Nonsense, or else it will be Riley's turn?"

"Well, if it weren't for her husband's serious illness, she wouldn't have gone."

"Hmph, that's her stupidity!"

......

"Balta, what treasure are they talking about?"

"Young Master Morey, it's just a rumor spread by civilians! There I know that there are some low-level undead skeletons that have come back to life alone, but there are also some phantoms of time fragments, so there will be treasures......"

"The phantom of the fragment of time? What is that? ”

"That's ......"

"Alright, I got it!"

"Huh?" (Balta: If it weren't for you, you would be my young master#@%&)

Morey didn't entertain him, but he had just finished speaking, and he had already been swiped by a large amount of information about time fragments.

There are two mysterious rivers in this world, a river of Styx and a river of time, the River Styx is in charge of the soul of living beings, and the river of time is in charge of the past, present and future, and it is the mysterious time that is in charge of the future.

The river of time runs through the entire universe, countless planes, and sometimes the river of time will stir up a little wave for some reason, and this is reflected in the material world is the phantom of time fragments.

Apparitions project a scene from the past, present, or future somewhere in the present, like a mirage, out of reach. In the eyes of some civilians or low-level professionals, it is a so-called treasure.

"Boom!" At this time, a violent explosion sounded from Morey's alchemy room on the second floor, and the window glass shattered to the ground.

"Oops!" When Morey saw it, he immediately yelled badly, and rushed to the second floor.

"Chubby! Chubby! Where are you? Morey kicked open the door of the alchemy room that had been shattered, and saw that the alchemy room was in shambles, and the contract beast Chubby, who had stayed here to take care of the progress of solvent fusion, was nowhere to be found.

"Boom la la......" The bookshelf squirmed, and a dark and shiny object with two small dots appeared, and it was the missing mana beast, Chubby.

"Chubby, are you okay?" Looking at Xiao Chubby, who had no hands and feet at all, only an illusory and uncertain mass of energy, he asked uncertainly.

"......," Chubby hissed for no apparent reason.

"What did you say?" Morey leaned his ear closer to analyze it.

"I, I... Lamp God, no, Chubby! ”

“......”

Maybe Chubby did have endless resentment towards Chubby's name, so he kept his consciousness and was not blown into nothingness by the unstable flame potion.

"So I'm still meritorious!" Morey was complacent for a while, ignoring the resentful floating chubby on the side.

"Chubby, let's do another experiment!" Sandru returned to his laboratory with a recovery technique, pointing out that Morey's tempering time had deteriorated due to the deterioration of material stability, and then hurriedly returned to his laboratory, which is usually the normal life of a mage (otaku).

Now that the laboratory has returned to its original state, Morey naturally has to re-experiment and make new potions.

Pitifully, Chubby used his newly grown thin little arm to float over with a test tube very carefully. After putting down the test tube, he hid far behind the bookshelf, and covered his eyes with his small arms that were about the thickness of a ribbon.

Morey was speechless for a while, was he really that much like a bomb maniac?

When I turned around, I saw that the little fat hiding behind the bookshelf was trying to nod his head, forgetting that this guy was connected to his soul, and it was difficult for this guy with no neck!

Morey was angry and funny when he saw it, you are a void creature, the core is immortal, and after eighteen days, you will be a good man, this coward!

Shaking his head, Morey continued his experiment. He is now making a fire potion, an alchemical potion derived from the McVo plane. When smashed, it creates a small area of fire damage, comparable to the range of homemade bombs from previous lives, and if evenly applied to melee weapons, it can create a temporary enchantment effect on elemental fire damage. I tried it many times, and finally picked out the alternative materials in Betsy's world.

The fire sac taken from the Western Desert Fire-breathing Scorpion looks gray and shriveled and inconspicuous, but it uses local special witchcraft to completely condense the flame essence, which is an excellent material for making fire potions.

Morey's previous extraction of the flame essence was too meticulous, which led to the further reduction of the stability of the fire sac after the dehydration of the [Dry Witchcraft], which led to the failure of refining and explosion.

This time, Morey quickly smashed it, and the fiery elemental energy suddenly poured out of it, with the help of the buffer obtained by the neutralizer, he then carefully added two drops of South Sea Flame Oil according to the weight of the fire sac, and the two different forms of the fire element began to collide and fuse in the test tube, while Morey continued to add magic materials to balance internally, and finally a tube of orange-red flame potion was formed soon after.

"Fire Flask Crafted Successfully"

"Your Skill is improved, Craft +1"

Morey couldn't wait to pick up his first alchemy work and take a closer look:

Name: Flame Elixir

Category: Alchemical products

Grade: Grade 1 Alchemy Elixir

Effect: Applying a fire flask evenly to a melee weapon will give the weapon +1 fire damage, and you can also shatter the flask to gain 1*4 (1-4) fire damage in the area, the farther away from the flask, the lower the damage taken.

"Standard [Flame Elixir] crafting procedure detected, is it solidified?"

After curing, the production of [Flame Elixir] only requires Morey to move his fingers to put the fixed-weight materials in order, at most using some mana to excite them, and he doesn't have to work so hard to observe the fusion process. Such a happy thing, Morey naturally will not fail to do it, and he is not a person looking for abuse.

"Yes"

"Standard [Flame Elixir] Crafting Procedure Curing ......"

The damage of this [Fire Potion] is comparable to that of a magic scroll, but there is no restriction on its use, even if you are a barbarian warrior with muscles in your head, as long as you know how to unscrew the wooden cork and evenly apply the weapon or know how to throw the potion to smash it, you can activate the power inside, which is much more adaptable than the magic scroll (releasing the magic scroll requires the user to be a spell-casting class and have the skill of [using magic devices]).

The large-scale production of alchemical potions in the Betsy plane is still in the stage of witchcraft potions for healing and detoxification, and there is no idea of mass production of magic potions, while the McWah plane has already involved the preservation of magic power through potions, stimulating the streamlined production of all alchemical potions in the realm, and infiltrating the magic power into the civilian class.

The appearance of these alchemical potions may change the Betsy plane in the future, and now Morey is only happy that he has improved a point.

"The magic missile has been improved, do you want to learn?"

Double happiness is coming, the fire potion has just been successfully made, and the blood moon has also come with the news of the success of the spell research mission.

"Yes," Morey replied in the affirmative.

"Spell Model Instillation ......"

"Spell Model Infusion Complete!"

Morey has recently learned a first-level spell that is always available for mages, the magic missile, and the effect displayed on the spell slot after successfully learning according to the Betch plane is as follows:

Name: Magic Missile

Level: Tier 1 spell

Cast Time: Instant

Cast Cost: Level 1 spell slot

Cast Range: Medium range

Duration: Immediate

Effect: Deals 1*4 (1-4) + 1 damage, activates a magic missile at level 1, and then increases by one every 2 cast levels, up to a maximum of five.

But when Morey wanted to burn it in the spell pool, he couldn't do it, because in its (spell pool) opinion, it was not magical (science) at all.

There are similar spells in the McVah plane called Arcane Missiles (3) and Arcane Barrage (5), but these are basically two spells, and the spell damage will be different according to the different circumstances of the individual (talent and equipment), but this will not change the nature of the spell, how can you simply upgrade to the Arcane Barrage by virtue of the career level.

This is the gap caused by the two planes' different perceptions of the rules, and just when Morey was at his wit's end, the blood moon jumped out.

"Are there any improvements to the magic missile?"

The good thing of coming to the pillow when I was sleepy was naturally agreed.

"Spell improvements, estimated time 72 hours ......"

Morey calculated it himself, it seems that it has indeed been three days, unconsciously!

"Show Spell Effect!"

Name: Magic Missile (modified)

Level: Tier 1 spell

Cast Time: Instant

Cast Cost: Level 1 Spell Slot (20 Mana)

Cast Range: Medium range

Duration: Immediate

Effect: Instantly activate a magic missile to cause 1*4 (1-4) + 1 damage, after activation, you can choose to consume an additional level of spell slots (20 mana) to generate a magic missile barrage effect, and activate four additional magic missiles, these four additional magic missiles must perform continuous channel casting to maintain the cast.

The missile barrage has a knockback effect, and the target must be knocked back if its strength is less than 13, and if the target is in an unbalanced state, the strength must be greater than 15 to be exempt from the knockback effect.

For the magic missile of the spell slot system, it seems that you will not make money or lose money by consuming an additional valuable first-level spell slot to enhance the magic missile spell effect to the extreme, and adding a knockback effect. But for a magic missile that casts spells with the mana of the spell pool, it's a big profit.

First of all, the improved spell included the magic missile into the spell pool system, which solved the problem of whether there was a problem and made a fortune. Second, the Magic Missile Spawns the Magic Missile Ballroom that increases the damage of one spell to the damage of five spells, and only consumes an additional mana, which is the second one. Don't talk about the disadvantages of continuous casting, mages who can't control distance only exist in the laboratory, so continuous casting seems to limit the conditions, but in fact, it can only create a little trouble for real mages. The third is the knockback effect, a mage who has mastered the rhythm of the battle and uses mana to cast spells, and can even use the tactics of a hunter kite, so that the enemy can't get close to him, and he will die alive.

If Morey's improved version of the Magic Missile is transmitted back to the McVo Plane, the first spell that the Mage of the McVault Plane learns will no longer be Ice Archery, but his improved Magic Missile, and someone will shout the slogan "A mage who can't magic missiles is not a good mage".

After assigning the task of burning the improved version of the magic missile three times to Blood Moon, and looking at the progress of the stun spell in the spell pool (erasing the burn traces), Morey went to carry out the plan that had been interrupted by the explosion just now.