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The next morning, the sun had not yet risen over the coastline on the West Coast. Rollin had already gotten out of bed.

He found out from the closet the clothes his father had worn before, which he had worn to the celebration in Lordaeron. I only wore it once, and it's still neat and bright.

Dressed in black with white trim and straight trousers, Rollin stood in front of the mirror in the closet, looking at herself.

"Well, it's kind of a handsome guy." Rollin muttered to himself.

To be honest, when he went to Quel'Salas today, he was very apprehensive. Most of those High Elf mages are arrogant monsters, and their way of thinking and life philosophy must be very different from their own. However, this is the only way for him to become a magician, Dalaran generally does not accept children from civilian families, Quel'Salas is different, he can use the fruit of his manor and exchange it with them.

From the wooden cupboard in the kitchen, Rollin took out a steel iron bucket. The inside of this iron pass has a vacuum spell imposed, and depending on Rollin's understanding, it resembles a fresh-keeping device.

This was brought by Xiaomei a few months ago, and it seems that today it is finally going to work.

Taking advantage of the freshest and sweetest apples of the season, Rollin made an apple pie and packed it in the Magic Fresh-Keeping Bucket as it was. This is Xiaomei's favorite food, this time, if she doesn't bring anything, she will definitely pout, pretending to sulk.

When everything was ready, Rollin made a detour to the stable behind the hut, where a black warhorse lived. It has faced orc scouts in the Black Swamp, thousands of orc armies in the Cursed Lands, and its eyes bear the scars of the orc battle axe.

This is the only creature left behind after the destruction of the war by the family. Rollin took very good care of it and washed his sideburns every week.

Now, it's time for this old river and lake to come out of the mountains.

"Well, my old fellow, will you accompany me to Quel'Thalas? If you're used to seeing humans, you must be very curious about the kingdom of the elves. Rollin re-seated the horse. Releasing it from the stable, Rollin stepped onto it.

It had not been a long time since he had traveled far, and the black war horse was panting and kicking its hind hooves excitedly.

"Let's go, let's go."

As soon as Rollin pulled the reins, the black military horse galloped quickly.

It's a long way to get from the Silver Pines Forest to Quel'Thalas. Flying creatures are the best means of transportation, but now Rollin doesn't have them. Relying on a war horse, you need to pass through many areas. Fortunately, these areas are all areas of the Lordaeron Kingdom, and they are relatively safe.

From the Forest of Silver Pines to the Reign of Tiri, from Tirisfa to Andorhar, all the way to the northlands of Lordaeron in the east, and then to the north, is the territory of the High Elves. Since it was the third year of the Dark Gate, Rollin would have called these areas as such, and when the plague spread, they would be renamed. That's right, it's the Plague Land of the East.

In the evening, Rollin arrived at Andorhar, an agricultural city in Lordaeron. Even at night, you can see countless vehicles full of grain and grass on the streets here. Lordaeron's food is almost entirely in this area, which is why Andorhar became the most plagued area after the outbreak of the Plague.

I found a small hotel to stay in and prepared to continue my journey tomorrow.

On this trip, Luo Lin brought a full 2,000 gold coins, which was enough for him to spend. After explaining to the innkeeper about taking care of the horses, Rollin returned to his room in the inn.

After dinner, Rollin took out the magic books that Ronin had brought him with him from his package. An Introduction to the Foundations of Magic, by the archmage Antonidas. Luo Ning, this guy, treats Luo Lin with no stinginess.

Opening this basic introduction, Rollin read it carefully. Reading between the lines of this book, Rollin clearly felt the unique understanding and perception of magic by the great magician. Subtle and magical, even if this is the introduction of the lowest level of spells.

Among them, there was a sentence that shocked Luo Lin greatly.

"Magic is no longer about the power of destruction, but about the mastery of the user. Sometimes, a tiny fireball spell can defeat a demon that is several times more powerful than your own, but only if you perceive and use magic. For magic, there is no essential difference between being strong or weak. In my case, if a low-level mage finds the right opportunity and his fireball hits me before I can unleash my spell shield, then I will have to throw in the towel. ”

Luo Lin didn't dare to agree, a high-level archmage threw a high-level fire explosion technique at him, I am afraid that he would not even be able to see what this mage looks like.

Archmage Anthony's argument was based on his familiarity with the premise of many different spells.

Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent and not being defeated in a hundred battles should be like this.

Low-level fireball technique.

Rollin read the words in the book carefully, yesterday he learned a low-level ignition magic, and today he learned a fireball technique.

It's still the traditional pre-release step.

Induction, absorption, discrete, polymerization!

Shout! A fireball the size of a cherry burned in Rollin's palm.

Firefly fire, this is too small, isn't it? Rollin was disappointed, frustratedly searching to see if there was a problem with that link. Or is it that you don't have enough fire magic energy to gather yourself?

This kind of question should be asked to the omniscient eye.

"Why can it only achieve such an effect?" Rollin clenched his palm, and a puff of green smoke floated out from between his fingers.

"The user, the energy that has been gathered temporarily, is indeed very weak. Depending on your way of thinking, I can explain to you that the release of magic requires energy, just like a machine needs to be activated, it needs energy. You've just absorbed too little energy, and the machine is naturally not very active. Therefore, you need to accumulate magical energy to make the machine efficient. The omniscient eye summoned the knowledge in Rollin's mind and explained to him why his magic was so weak.

"You mean, I need to store some magical energy in my body, is that possible?" Rollin never tried.

"It's perfectly possible, your body is the new magic vessel. The three pyramids in the Omniscient Eye are the best places to store magical energy. ”

Rollin, who has played the World of Warcraft game, also knows that this should be mana.

The Omniscient Eye seemed to sense Rollin's thoughts, and it chimed in, "Your statement is more accurate, the Omniscient Eye apologizes to you for not giving a more intuitive explanation to the user. ”

"It's okay, I wouldn't have come to such a conclusion without you."

Trying to store magical energy, Rollin sensed the fire elements around him and calmed down.

In the inn hut, the temperature increased by a few points, and a little bit of magic flame light slowly injected into Luo Lin's body.

The pyramid representing fire cultivation, the milky white base layer was filled with a layer of mist, and the original milky white was also filled. Storage of magical energy? It feels so fulfilling. Rollin said secretly.