Speaking of this, the war envoy suddenly hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Xin Chai with a tangled face and asked, "I don't know what magic the general wants to learn?"

"Whatever!" Xin immediately shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "It's not difficult for you, my lord, I accept any elementary magic." ”

"Huh?" The war messenger was slightly stunned when he heard this, and Xin immediately added: "The most basic level of magic, the right is to make friends!"

"Make friends?" As a war messenger of the big-eared monster, he didn't expect a human to throw him an olive branch, and his eyes lit up and he immediately got up excitedly: "Okay, since the general said so, then I will teach you a rudimentary magic." ”

With that, he immediately turned around and trotted to the shelf next to the cauldron, moved a stool to reach the top floor, and took down the only scroll.

Carefully patted the dust on the top and returned to the table: "Wind magic, magic arrows." How?"

"It's just magic. Xin immediately pretended to be calm and nodded gently: "I'm not a picky eater, as long as I can give an account to the king." ”

"Good brother!" the warbringer suddenly cracked his mouth and exclaimed, "Go, follow me to the Altar of the Wild, and I will copy the magic spell to you." ”

After speaking, he immediately took the lead in the direction of the gate, but when he came to the door, he suddenly turned around, looked up at Xin who followed closely behind, and wondered: "Do you know this magic?"

"No!" Xin pestle shrugged helplessly with the alloy rod: "Wind magic can't be a one, but I believe in my talent." ”

As he spoke, he unconsciously patted the position of the belt buckle.

The dragon from the cloud and the tiger from the wind, since the belt is called Gengjin. Gengjin also represents the Western White Tiger, and he doesn't dare to brag about other types of magic, but it should have something to do with wind magic.

The Altar of the Wild is located directly north of the village, right halfway between the palace and the north gate.

This is a circular altar of about 100 square meters, each layer is about 10 centimeters of stone steps, and there is only a stone platform covered with inscriptions on the altar, which is particularly empty and simple.

Xin stood under the altar and hesitated for a moment, then walked up to the altar when he heard the greeting of the messenger of war.

"Put your spellbook on it. The warbringer who opened the scroll pointed to the card slot on the left side of the stone platform, and Xin immediately took down the magic book and did so: "Is there any difference between the wasteland clan and humans teaching magic?"

"Yes. After completely laying the scroll on the left side of the stone platform, the warbringer took a step back and nodded, "You humans must first learn the spell, and then use your spiritual power to engrave the spell in the magic book, the advantage is that as long as the spell is good, you can use it." ”

"And we. Speaking of this, the Warbringer couldn't help but sigh: "Learning magic is easy, just use the altar to copy it. When you use it, there is an extra war dance, which is a little more troublesome than you. ”

After speaking, he raised his hand again and motioned for Xin to step back a little: "Wait next to it, it will be fine soon." ”

Spells are syllables that resonate with magic, and as long as the syllables are correct and locked in position, the human mage can successfully unleash the magic.

So the reason why the wasteland tribe needs to be paired with the war dance is because their mental power is not as good as that of humans, so they need other ways to assist?

Thinking of this, the warbringer fell to his knees and whispered.

Ten seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes and got up instantly, dancing in circles and jumping, and muttering words he didn't understand.

This immediately reminded Xin of a noun in his mind: jumping god.

But after thinking about it, I frowned again, what is the dancing god?

Suddenly, just when Xin instinctively sighed again for the reason he couldn't remember clearly, he felt a breeze slowly blowing around him. Immediately after that, a faint trace of wind elemental began to slowly gather towards his magic book.

"Whew!"

The sound of the wind suddenly increased tenfold, and the home page of the magic book that was blown automatically opened instantly, and Xin Ye's heart suddenly tightened. In the event that the Warbringer saw the golden magic, how would he explain it?

But just as he was struggling with these things, a gust of wind "whirred" blew in the opposite direction, and the open magic book was instantly closed, and the dance and spell of the warbringer ended with the rapid dissipation of the wind element.

"That's it!"

The war messenger who wiped the sweat on his head and packed up the scroll couldn't help but sigh: "The basic syllables of the spell are human mages, so I don't need to teach you how to recite the spell, right?"

"Of course you don't have to teach. Xin suddenly smiled embarrassedly, where did he know any basic syllables, and immediately picked up the magic book and raised his eyebrows: "But I'm a little curious, as a war messenger, how do you release magic in the language of the wasteland clan?"

"Huh?" Holding the scroll and about to leave, the warbringer was slightly stunned when he heard this: "You want to see me release my magic?"

"I'm curious. Xin squatted beside the war messenger, looked up at the big-eared monster and smiled: "It's also a kind of research, maybe in the future, if the research is successful, it can help you shorten the time for chanting spells?"

"Impossible!" The warbringer immediately shook his head into a rattle: "This is already the best way for many top-level warbringers for countless years to sum up with their lives. You human. ”

"Try, try. Xin smiled again and said, "People can summarize, why can't we summarize?"

"Ugh. This sentence really makes sense.

But Teria's magic has grown to the level it is today, and almost every major improvement has been accompanied by an element of luck. But he's just a big-eared monster in front of him, and he doesn't know anything other than magic.

Therefore, the war messenger only hesitated for a moment, then sighed and nodded: "Okay, try it, you can't die anyway." ”

Encourage success!

Xin, who could be said to have no knowledge of magic at all, took a half step back with a relaxed breath, and smiled at the big-eared monster war messenger again: "My lord, please start your performance!"

"Good!" The warbringer immediately took out his magic book from his belt, turned the first page, held it high and spun around, and immediately raised his left hand to the open space ten meters away.

"Bang!

I only heard a crisp sound like a grenade, and after a large amount of dirt was splashed in an instant, a notch about three feet long and about three inches deep, like a knife splitting an axe, appeared there so abruptly.

I can't understand the spells of the wasteland people, but I can accurately feel the frequency of the magic emitted by the other party.

It can be said that after instigating the other party to release this magic, it was almost useless for him to learn the spell, Xin Ye could only applaud and exclaim: "Awesome! Awesome! worthy of being a war messenger!"

"That, that, whatever. Looking at the war messenger whose cheeks turned green again, Xin immediately smiled and pleaded, "Thank you for your generosity, please allow me to send you back to rest." ”

"No, no. The war messenger wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, laughed and waved his hand: "I'll just go back by myself, the general is busy, let's get busy." ”