Prophet Velun stroked his beard and said:

"Magicians are a group of powerful groups, until the birth of the magic profession, all professions that can control the natural elements are called magicians, the first magic originated from the World Tree in the ancient century, and then all the races on the continent of Noia began to learn to comprehend the true meaning of magic, and slowly various magic professions appeared all over the continent.

Later, the magic profession was divided into two main categories: white magic and black magic.

White magic

White magic, also known as elemental magic, is mainly a variety of healing, enchantments, summoning, blessings, mind control, elemental attacks, but also has elemental spells and other aggressive range magic and elemental rays and other single super attack magic, but for the constitution of dark creatures, there are some white magic healing and attack magic effects are equivalent.

Black magic

Black magic, also known as dark magic, is mainly a variety of enhancements, curses, attacks, transformations, summoning, body control, but also has a small amount of enchantment magic and magic that shares the lives of others, it is worth noting that black magic is not dark magic, white magic has no special effect on the black magic users themselves, and their physique is essentially a normal race.

After these two types of magic, because of the differences within various races, the name of the magician was changed to another title, such as the elven clan called the magician in their own clan the elven mage, the winged clan called the wind messenger, the wind controller, and our orc tribe called the prophet, shaman, etc. ”

"Teacher, then the prophet and the shaman have mastered the element of white magic?" Xun Yun asked modestly.

"In regular tribes, most of the Prophets master fire and thunder magic, as well as summoning magic, and relatively few master space-time magic. The shaman's words are to learn black magic, and the enhancement they master, and the enchantment magic, of course, for the war is more destructive is the prophet, and the local battle is stronger is the shaman. ”

Prophet Velun stretched out his old hands, and the magic gathered a little bit, and the blue electric snake wandered between the palms like a pet.

"Gore, this is thunder and lightning magic, I communicate with the thunder and lightning elements between heaven and earth through spiritual power, so that these elves are condensed in my hands, this is the initial learning spell "spell benchmark" for all magicians, of course, it depends on the affinity between the individual and the elements, there may be elements who like you more, and some elements who hate you. Scattered the thunderbolt in his hand and explained.

"So how do you make those elements like you more?" Xun Yun, a student who has been a student for 12 years, immediately asked the key question.

"In order to increase the absorption rate of the elements by the body, the magician created the concept of a magic spiral, which is similar to the concept of a water vortex in the sea, absorbing the magical elements around it all the time and incorporating them into his body.

From this point on, the mana spiral more or less represents the amount of mana reserves of the magician. The Prophet Velun explained.

"So teacher, do all magicians know all magic!" Xun Yun didn't know where to find a pen and a piece of paper to write down what the prophet of Vilun said.

"Very thoughtful! How to be more friendly with the elements is an eternal topic, due to the limited life, so each magician has to give up the other elements to choose one of the elements, so that the more friendly elements into the body, but indirectly force the other elements to resist, this kind of thing is very contradictory but there is no way. ”

"Most mages are powerful in one element, while other elemental spells are only low-level spells." Seeing that his students were so serious, the Prophet explained with great relief.

"Grandpa, Grandpa Chief is here." Tino the little orc walked in from outside.

"Your Excellency Veron, I heard Tino say that the potion is finished, it's really fake." The chief jokingly walked in through the doorway, followed by five burly minotaur orc clans.

"It's in that room, be careful not to break what's inside." Prophet Velun pursed his lips and pointed to the laboratory room with a very casual expression.

Gore, this kid's talent in pharmacy is very talented, so quickly all the materials are used up to make potions, even I am at a similar speed, seeing this situation scares the old man, let alone you!

"Oh" Seeing that the prophet of Velun didn't say much, the chief added directly in his mind in awe:

His Excellency, the guardian of the tribe, knew that there were many wounded and his condition was not optimistic, so he made potions with his own hands on the injured body.

The corner of his eyes drifted to Xun Yun, who was standing on the side stunned, hehe, don't be kidding, a person who has just been accepted as an apprentice by His Excellency Wei Lun can only give him a hand at most, and it is even more impossible for him to do it.

With a heartfelt salute once again like the great Lord Veron, the chief led five of his men into the room.

"Gore, this is a meditation method, keep it in mind, go back to meditate tonight, and see if you can feel the elemental spirits around Dao. Of course, this is only the first step, if you feel the existence of these elemental spirits, then you will be a ......" Wei Lun Prophet said to Xun Yun with a very serious face, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an exclamation in the room.

"Oh my God, so many recovery potions!"

Velon's prophet frowned and stepped into the room.

"What a big person, what a fuss."

I saw Chief Gro's eyes widen, bending down the small man's waist, and his rude big hand was tightly grasping a basket of potions made by Xun Yun.

"Your Excellency Wei Lun, today the Beast God blessed how many bottles of recovery potions can be made, it seems that most of the brothers in the clan can recover, thank you so much." The chief stood up, took Prophet Velon's hand, and thanked him incessantly.

"Ahem, ahem, it's indeed the blessing of the beast god!" Prophet Wei Lun coughed twice in embarrassment, and looked at Xun Yun in even more surprise, but he didn't expect that Gore's talent was inappropriately high and very demonic.

Five hundred materials for a pharmacist master to do long is just that, when it is a pharmacy master and not a pharmacy apprentice, I don't know how many pharmacist masters there are on other continents, but there are not many people who have won the title of pharmacist in the Denora continent, including about twenty!

"Chief, there are a total of four hundred and eighteen recovery potions, of which the lower level accounts for half and has two hundred and forty bottles, the intermediate level has one hundred and thirty bottles, the superior has four or five bottles, and the special grade has three bottles." A bullhead with a scar on his face stood up after counting the last bottle of potion and replied.

"What!"

"What!"

Two voices with different meanings in one voice!

"Ahem, ahem!" Seeing that he had some gaffes, the prophet of Wei Lun hurriedly coughed twice.

"You're not wrong." The chief was pleasantly surprised again.

"Chief, I'm not wrong, I counted it three times before I told you." The scarred bull replied dutifully.

"Lord Veron, look at those three vials of special ......," the chief seemed to notice something, and asked the prophet Veron with the three vials of special potion.

"These three bottles should be regarded as a reward for the clansmen," as if feeling that something had been lost, Prophet Velun immediately waved his words.

That's three bottles of special potions, even if these are low-level potions, it's rare in a pharmacist to be able to make a few bottles, even if they are made, most of them are drunk for themselves, all of them are precious for special potions, you can imagine!

This kid is incredible!