Chapter Twenty-Seven: Caught in a Vortex of Thought

For the smug look of Ole's beard, Merge didn't pay attention.

On the battlefield on the western front of Blue Ear City, under the destruction of Oriole's fireball technique, the earth is already full of holes and everything is withered.

Although the beast tide army was terribly damaged, it still continued to violently pounce on the defense line of human soldiers without fear of death, which is the terrible thing about killing machine monsters. The smell of sulfur and burnt in the air became even more pungent in the scorching heat of the fire, and at the same time, it further stimulated the bloody and brutal nature of the demonic beast's heart.

Under the fireball magic of the legendary mage Oriel, the beast tide was hit hard. The sound of war drums violently beat the blood surging in the veins of the warriors, and the human soldiers shouted victory, and for a moment, their morale was overwhelming.

Under the shock of the fireball technique, the situation on the battlefield was strangely suspended for a few seconds, but it was only a few seconds, and the battlefield was once again filled with heavy blood and deafening battles.

Chaotic and merciless, a mixture of blood, wailing and stump flesh on the scorched earth, disgusting.

Waves of flames swept across the area, scorched black.

Merge's eyes straightened, and he stared at the huge, swarthy scorched earth pit in the distance, which was filled by the group of demonic beasts that continued to rush up after a few seconds, and the limbs of the demonic beasts that had already been carbonized in the pit were ruthlessly trampled, and even the terrifying afterglow of the scorched black earth that had not yet dissipated was gradually dispersed in the rush of the demonic beast group.

Until the huge pit caused by Oliel's fireball spell was covered by the hordes of demonic beasts that continued to rush out of the Troll Mountain Range, Merge's gaze was still staring directly at the direction of the pit, and he did not move for a minute.

Oriel saw that Merge with straight eyes, staring at the direction of the explosion of the fireball spell, did not turn his head to pay attention to him, Aurel knew that Merge must be thinking about the perception that would help and improve his magic at this moment.

Perhaps Merge was thinking about Oriel's fireball technique, why it was the same first-level magic, but the killing effect achieved was very different. Perhaps, Merge was thinking about something else.

At this time, Merge was in a daze, and it was not the first time Oriel had seen it. After Merge took Olair's ancient silver pipe and his eyes fell on the pipe, Merge looked at the pipe blankly, not moving a single inch for a long time.

Olaire, of course, knew that Merger's daze at the moment was a kind of deep thinking and exploration of the brain, in other words, an epiphany.

After standing quietly for a long time, and after a group of magicians on the city wall had changed, Merge finally withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at Oriel, who had been looking at him with a smile.

"Compression?"

Merge's voice was hoarse, and the distance between his eyebrows tightened in his distress.

Oleel stared at a warrior whose mouth was filled with blood, his scarred breastplate being opened open under the beast's claws, but still muttering indistinctly about victory...... Oleel's gaze on the battlefield was very calm, calm like the deep and cold water of an autumn lake.

Merge's hoarse voice pulled Oleer's expressionless gaze back.

In response to Merge's question, Oleer narrowed only two thin slits in his eyes, and suddenly smiled. The furrows between the folds grew deeper on Oleel's old face, and he stroked his beard and nodded, then shook his head.

"Extract the impurities between the fire elements, harmonize and connect the spiritual power between the elements, and condense the single element with multiple elements?"

The corners of Ole's mouth curled slightly, and he nodded again, then shook his head.

However, Merge's puzzled gaze remained fixed on Oleer, who smiled lightly, "All you see and think of is a layer of folded bark on the surface of the trunk. ”

"Using the Fireball Technique as a fire trigger, relying on the special structure of the lava stone ghost's body as fuel, the Fireball Technique was successfully detonated on a large scale?" Merge grabbed the short light gray hair a few times, and the two thick black sword eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter.

As if he wasn't sure if his conjecture was correct, Merge brushed aside a few hairs in front of his eyebrows and continued: "The lava stone ghost is a very special magical beast, not flesh and blood, it is a very remote branch of the mountain elves in the elven race that disappeared thousands of years ago, and it can even be said that the lava stone ghost is only similar to the mountain elves, but it is not worthy of the word elf.

The Lava Rock Ghost can be regarded as a creature similar to the elves of heaven and earth, but the Lava Rock Ghost is brutal by nature, although the blood flowing in the body looks like magma, but in fact it is just an extremely hot, blood-like liquid.

The Lava Rock Ghost is an elf-like monster whose body is made up of a volcano's special hot rock and blood that looks like lava. Moreover, the lava heart in the body of the lava stone ghost is a magic crystal that contains a large amount of fire attribute magic power, and it contains much more fire energy than the magic crystal of the same level.

And these, for the combustion explosion of flames, are good combustion-supporting materials.

The magic power inside the magic crystal is already very violent, and it is difficult to control the violent magic power in the magic crystal except for the means of alchemy. Moreover, the storage of fire attribute magic power in the magic crystal in the lava stone ghost's body is much higher than that of the magic crystal of the same level of magic beasts, which also causes the magic crystal in the lava stone ghost's body to be one of the several magic crystals that are extremely easy to explode.

Therefore, part of the reason why the fireball technique can have such a large explosion power and range is also due to the fact that the magic crystals in the bodies of the large number of lava stone ghosts in the battlefield are used as fuel for the flame explosion. ”

"Is that so?" said the messy-haired Merger took a few steps closer and looked at Olaire with a wistful gaze.

However, Olel nodded very angrily and shook his head again.

"You damn old man!" Murge angrily grabbed Olaire's beard.

"Nothing big or small, stinky boy!" Olaire twitched in pain.

Ole flicked Merger's head with a snap. Merge, who was vigorously flicked by Ole, stepped back, holding his hands on his head in severe pain, squinting his eyes and hunching his body as he jumped backwards and almost fell to the ground.

One can imagine how ruthless Olaire's attack was, and how painful Merge's head would be if he was hit by this blow.

"Legendary magicians, are they all so powerful?" said Merge, glaring at Olaire viciously, gritting his teeth.

"How can an alchemist without a talent for fighting spirit have so much strength?" Oleer also looked at Merge angrily, rubbing his chin incessantly.

"Born with no way to ......" Merge rubbed his head, relying on his strong physique, the pain from his head had gradually subsided.

However, Olaire's chin was still in pain when he had a few of his beards removed.

"The braincase collapsed just now, and it was the use of a low-level magic method that produced a huge impact. Ole closed one eye, and the pain in his jaw made him grit his teeth and inhale, "That kind of low-level magic method is based on your conjecture just now." ”

Hearing this, Merge was stunned, and hurriedly recalled the memories of pain coming from his head.

"That's not right!"

Merger's hand froze on the door of his head, forgetting to put it down, and with doubt in his eyes, he kept shaking his head and muttering to himself.

"This method of instantly extracting the gaps between the elements and causing the elements to condense sharply causes the force generated by the release of the elements to be different from the release force and impact force produced by the explosion. Merger's fingers began to tap where Olel had bounced, and the pain that had become extremely small was reawakened by the hard tapping of Merger's fingers.

"The method is different, the feeling is different, the force generated is different, and the effect is different......"

"Between the explosion and the impact, there is so much difference. ”

"What's the difference?"

Once again, Merge fell into deep thought, and kept talking to himself.

After half a ring, Merge, who was thinking with his head down, raised his head suddenly, and a dazzling light flashed in his eyes!

"The difference ...... It's a fireball!" Merge slapped his head a few times in frustration, "How did I ignore the basics?"

Hearing this, Oleer nodded with a smile on his face, and then, he did not shake his head to deny Merger's conjecture as he had done the previous times.