Chapter Twenty-Five: This Is Called Fireball (Part I)

"Where do you say that?" Although Oleel's expression was righteous, his eyes were a little evasive.

"With five more mid-level alchemists, the amount of battle-damaged armor I can repair will be reduced, which means that I will earn a lot less gold!" Merge looked at Olel with angry eyes. "Don't look at me with an innocent expression, I don't believe you, as a legendary magician, don't understand how important gold coins are to alchemists. ”

"Old man, didn't I bring five students from the Alchemy Academy to Blue Ear City to help in order to make Blue Ear City survive the beast tide safely...... The damage rate of the battle armor in the beast tide is so large, and there are few mid-level alchemists in Blue Ear City......" Oriel pouted.

Hearing this, Merge glared at Olaire, but didn't say anything. After all, what Olel said is indeed true.

"Why, you won't be happy to earn less gold coins? You alchemists are really a top iron rooster, seeing money with an open eye, loving money like life......" Olelle's bearded old man, "One less gold coin, no, even if one copper coin is missing, it seems to kill you!"

"However, why did your old legendary magician, the dean of the Star Academy's Academy of Magic, come to Blue Ear City with five alchemists from the Alchemy Academy?"

"Well, when you enter the Star Courtyard, you'll know why?" said Oriel, with a curled beard.

Merge glanced at the triumphant Aurel with a helpless expression, he couldn't understand why this old man had a smug expression when he mentioned the Star Academy, and said in his heart: The old man who pretends to be a ghost.

"Stinky boy, old man, I just walked around the city wall and found that the scale of the beast tide has become bigger and bigger. When those soldiers saw the old man and me, they all wanted to see the legendary magician's move and combat the arrogance of the Warcraft army, stinky boy, do you want to see it?" Although Oleel had an expression that he expected your kid to look forward to, the hope and expressive glint in his eyes betrayed Oleel's inner thoughts.

For Oleer, although Merge has only known each other for a short time, he seems to have been friends with Olaire for many years, and knows this naughty old naughty boy like a child very well, and Oleer's eyes have never been able to hide his inner thoughts.

In Merger's eyes, no matter what ideas or ideas Aurel has, they will not be able to hide them in his small eyes.

"You want to show off again?" Merge glanced at Olele, "not interested." ”

"Don't you see, I still have a lot of work on my hands?" "Merge picked up a damaged part of the armor and shook it in front of Oleer's eyes.

"There are five intermediate alchemists from the Star Academy here, there is no shortage of you, come with me. ”

Without waiting for Merge to resist, a fire rope was born from Oliel's fingertips, and the red fire rope was condensed from flames, like a small red snake, swimming flexibly in the air, circling around Merge again and again, and instantly binding Merge tightly.

"What are you going to do?

However, the fire rope tied to Merge's body was originally made of flames, but it did not burn Merge's clothes or burn his skin. Merge could clearly see that the rope that bound him was made of bright flames, but he didn't feel the slightest heat on the rope that should belong to the flames.

In Merge's senses, the temperature of the arquebus is very warm, more like a soft velvet rope than a fiery arquel.

"Stinky old man, where are you taking me?"

Unable to move, Merge hung like a kite behind Olaire. Ole, dressed in a red robe, quickly shuttled through the streets and alleys. Aurel was in a hurry and ignored Merge's shouts, which gave him a lot of headaches.

Merge really couldn't understand this old man, or rather, he was very upset about some of the old urchin's behavior.

Within moments, Merge was forcibly dragged by Oriel to the western wall of Blue Ear City.

Outside the city walls, the army of demonic beasts was violently attacking the defense line of human soldiers, and in the battlefield, the strong smell of blood mixed with the sulfur smell emanating from a large number of lava stone ghosts, and the air smelled very pungent.

The sound of war drums, the sounds of fighting, the wails and the roars of beasts are intertwined, deafening and moving, this is the loud cry of war.

Looking at the curious gazes of the strange-looking soldiers around him along the way, Merge felt his head grow for a while. However, Merge had no way to do this, no matter how Mog coerced and lured, Olaire just hurried as if he hadn't heard. Moreover, the old man also chose to ignore the strange gazes of the soldiers around him as if he couldn't see them.

Finally, after reaching the walls of Blue Ear City, Oleel put Mog down, and the firerope that bound Mog also dissipated silently, turning into a little spark in the air.

Murge moved a few times and was bound by the arquebus and felt a little uncomfortable, although Moge was curious about the arquebus magic that Olaire casually cast, but at this time, his mood was more filled with anger and speechlessness.

"Come, Merge, you perform a fireball spell, and let me give you some pointers, old man. ”

Seeing Merge's gloomy expression, Olaire smiled and opened his mouth to break the awkward deadlock between the two.

"I'm a one-star magician, and the fireball technique can only serve as lighting or heating, and has no attack power at all. Hearing this, Merge frowned slightly, not understanding what Olaire meant.

However, seeing Olaire's unfathomable but hopeful gaze, Merge was still quite reluctant to cast a fireball technique.

Fireball is an extremely simple primary magic, and its effect, as Merge said, does not have much attack power, and can only play some auxiliary role. The lethality of the Fireball Technique is not even comparable to the Wind Blade Technique, which is also a primary magic.

Because Merge's magic qualifications are very poor, the elemental fit is very low, and he has not been able to break through to a two-star magician, so he can only cast some low-level magic such as fireball, water ball, and freezing.

Merge is only a one-star magician, so when he casts the primary magic fireball technique, he still needs to recite the corresponding magic spell, and he can't do the same method as other high-level magicians, and low-level magic is at his fingertips.

With the movement of the magic spell, the fire element in Merge's palm gradually condensed, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a red fireball the size of a walnut.

The flames that kept beating on the surface of the fireball burned slowly under the impetus of the fire element, and the flames alternately lit up.

The fireball in the center of Merge's hand flashed with a crimson glow, the fire was not dazzling, but it could make people feel the surface of the burning fireball, constantly emitting a high temperature.

The heat waves that came out of the layers above the fireball gradually dissolved in the fire element that wrapped Merge's right hand to ensure that Merge would not be burned by the fireball technique he cast.

The fireball hovered in Merge's hand, and the scorching flames that kept dancing could not hide the cold and bloody smell of war in the air.

Seeing the confused and confused look of Merge, Olaire turned his head to look at the dense figure of the demonic beast that was fighting with human warriors on the battlefield, and then pointed to a rather large tabby ant and said, "It's the closest tabby ant, use your fireball technique to knock it down." ”

Hearing this, Moge's face became even more gloomy, and he said speechlessly: "Let's not say that the fireball technique can't kill the two-star demonic beast tabby ant at all, even if it is killed, do you think that as a one-star magician, the casting distance may be so far? Even before the fireball flew out more than ten meters, it was extinguished in mid-air......"

Merge looked at the two-star tabby ant that was at least a few hundred meters away from him, and instantly felt a headache, and the anger in his eyes was even stronger, and he said in his heart that this stinky old man was obviously playing tricks on him and wanted him to make a fool of himself.

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