"Advanced Scrolls"

Feeling the cold aura emanating from the lower scroll, Winnie shouted in surprise, her dignified face showed a touch of surprise, her chest rose and fell, her heart was unsettled, and a wide mage robe could not hide the great shore on her chest, and the waves were turbulent.

Old Barton on the side heard Winnie's shout, and involuntarily cracked his mouth, staring at the "scroll" in Al's hand incredulously, as if a drowning man saw a life-saving straw.

High-tier scrolls known for their low success rate and high power.

Unlike the low-tier materials required for low-tier scrolls, the materials required for high-tier scrolls to craft are at least gold-level materials at any time.

In this kind of unsuccessful situation, it is also necessary to have a high-level mage of the third order or above, who expends a lot of mental power to engrave the high-level spell into the scroll, and if you are not careful, it will cause an explosion, and even backfire the mage.

Therefore, high-end scrolls are extremely rare in the market, and once they enter the market, they will be bought for a large amount of money in the first place.

Although the production conditions are extremely harsh, once the production is completed, the power is also extremely strong, especially several large-scale high-level spells, to a large extent, a high-level group attack scroll can determine the outcome of a war.

In the expectant gazes of Winnie and Old Barton, Al slowly spat out three words, "Blizzard".

"Bang", Old Patton's burly big hand slapped on the table, the table trembled, and his face was full of excitement that could not be concealed, and Teacher Winnie was also relieved, with a happy look, and there was no longer the sorrow just now.

Without him, it is really the spell of Blizzard, so famous that even a melee fighter like Old Patton has heard of its great name.

It is one of the few war-type group attack spells among the third-order spells.

In countless small-scale wars in history, it is a well-deserved protagonist, as long as the other side does not have a competing group attack spell, even a gold-level melee fighter, in the face of this group attack spell, it will be overshadowed.

Because there are so many examples of how it turned the tide and won the war, and it is no wonder that Barton Sr. and Winnie were a bit out of shape.

Blizzard: A third-order ice spell

Description: Summons snow and ice that rains down from the sky, dealing devastating damage to enemies from below. Comes with negative effects such as freezing, stiffness, slowness, and coldness.

Think about the side that was originally superior on the battlefield, suddenly encountered a snowstorm, and after finally carrying it, the soldiers were stiff, cold, and slow, and before they could come back to their senses, the enemy on the opposite side rushed over, how to fight!

Therefore, this kind of war-type group attack spell, once it appears, is an item that the major kingdoms are vying for.

Playing with the scroll in his hand, Al looked at the silver mage Winnie with a smile and said, "The urging of the scroll is going to trouble the teacher."

Winnie nodded, she had been invited by the Viscount at a great deal of expense, partly to teach the El Mage the basics.

On the other hand, it was so that Winnie could help in the siege of Warcraft.

Feeling the coercion on the scroll, Winnie hesitated a little and said, "With my current strength, I can only barely cast the Blizzard Spell, and if I want to fully exert its power, it is still a little bit worse."

"Dang Chang", the crisp crystal crash sound appeared in the ears, and three shining high-grade magic stones appeared in everyone's eyes.

"What about that?" Al asked, smiling.

"With the help of three high-level magic stones, then you can fully exert the power of the blizzard, and even last longer."

Winnie, whose eyes lit up, looked at the high-level magic stones in front of her with some surprise, and then unceremoniously took the three magic stones in her hands and played with them.

With a flick of his eyes, he said with a charming smile: "Little El, didn't I expect your capital to be quite thick!"

With an expressionless face, pretending not to hear, Al thought for a moment and asked, "Can you arrange it in three days?"

"A day and a half is enough time to set up a magic array."

"Let's set up that auxiliary magic circle in Myron."

"Hey, little El, are you sure you want to do this"?

Myron, the god of fire, is a legendary fire mage.

It is the cowman who launched a legendary spell, Doomsday Judgment, and destroyed the capital of the enemy in one fell swoop, killing 500,000 people.

He is a well-deserved genius, and in his dazzling life, he has improved many spells and magic arrays, leaving a heavy mark in the history of magicians in the continent.

Perhaps because of his status as a fire mage, although his improved magic array is very powerful, it will have an obvious drawback, that is, the fluctuations caused by the release of spells are too large, and it is easy for people to notice.

But this, in this chaotic Warcraft siege, there is no need to worry at all.

At this moment, Al felt the sleeping artifact "Moon Blade" in his body, and thought a little faintly, hoping that when the time comes, the fluctuations caused by the release of the third-order spell "Blizzard" can cover the breath of the "Moon Blade".

From the very beginning, after hearing that a thousand men had been lost on the first day, Al completely abandoned passive defense.

What he wants now is to minimize the loss of personnel and end the beast tide early at the minimum cost. Even after he took a large number of soldiers with him, he left enough troops to suppress those with dissent around him, rather than leaving a mess for his father and sister.

Therefore, even if there is a certain danger in using the Moon Blade, he will not hesitate to do so.

So, what better way to do that than by killing a gold-level Warcraft?

As long as the gold-level demonic beast is killed, without the gold-level demonic beast's pressing array, the beast tide without command will have no pressure on the fortress at all.

After Winnie went back to prepare the magic array, Al instructed Old Barton very seriously: "In the past three days, take out all the armaments and materials to reduce the casualties, and don't be stingy with the consumption of materials."

"But the little master, if you keep it in the early stage like this, what should you do in the later stage."

"There is no post-production. Ayrton paused, and said slowly in Old Barton's stunned gaze:

"In the past three days, I have been supplied with supplies open to the full, so that the soldiers can be fed."

"Three days later, when the blizzard spell is released, open the city gate as soon as possible, press all the reserves for me, and I will assign a thousand heavy cavalry to you to command, as the vanguard, to kill me a bloody way.

I'll kill the mountain giants."

After listening to Al's murderous and powerful words, Old Barton objected without hesitation: "No, this is too dangerous."

Listening to Old Barton's expected words, Al said helplessly: "Even if the beast tide is over, how many of the 50,000 people on the fortress will be left?"

When I take some of the elite soldiers with me on my voyage, how many people will be left in the territory by then?"

"Do you want me to leave a mess to my father"?

"This ......," Pierton Sr. was silent as he listened to Al's reply.

"Believe me, Barton, I'm not sure I won't make such a decision, you know, I'm going to be a legend, or even a god."

Just as old Barton hesitated.

"Hmm"? A very confused voice came from Al's mouth.

A shadow flashed, and El vanished in place.