"It only takes a second for the head of the regiment to become a prince, and the world is wonderful, nothing more than that," Illo lay on the branches of a mountain pear tree, shaking quite comfortably, "Hey, Dios, have you ever played against him?"

"Nope. Dios sat on the trunk of the tree, his eyes closed, and he thought.

"It's impossible that the 'Purple Light Cavalry' hasn't attacked Elendil, right?"

"At that time, their captain was 'Iron Commander' Ronnonsen, and Jonah could only be regarded as a rising star. Dios explained.

"Who is Ronnonth?" asked Illo casually.

"A strong commander, like Prince Nacini's uncle? "Dios is a little unsure.

"That's right, it's his uncle. A crisp voice rang out, and Althea was walking this way.

"Is that your uncle?" said Illo, jumping down from the tree and brushing his hair.

"He's my father, and Nacini is just my cousin. Althea said lightly.

"Hannosen is here too?" Dios subconsciously looked at the manor down the hillside, looking quite jealous.

"He died three years ago. Althea whispered, gesturing to the cemetery in the distance.

"What?" Dios' face was full of surprise, and Illo fell silent, not knowing what to say.

"By the way, where's Allegri?" said Althea, breaking the mood, "I have some questions for him." ”

"Well," Illo said, gesturing to a small lake over there, "he's been there for most of the day." ”

******

Ever since he was officially introduced to fire magic, Allegri had been thinking about a question.

In the magic system of this world, elemental magic is considered to be the mainstream, and at least half of the magicians are elemental magicians, and the proportion of low-level mages is even higher.

It can even be said that almost every mage has mastered more or less elemental spells.

However, Allegri never understood what the amount of power mobilized by elemental magic corresponded to on earth.

The four elements of magic, "earth, water, fire, and wind", in which earth represents solids, water represents liquids, and wind is gases, which are embodied things that can be seen in reality.

So, what does the flame represent?

A small fireball appeared in Allegri's hand with a "bang", and the small orange fireball burned fiercely, exuding a compelling heat.

Allegri pondered that his magic power, which was almost infused with flames, could protect his mental power to fully probe the composition of this fireball, and even adjust the structure of the fireball slightly.

Gradually, the color of the small orange-red fireball slowly faded, from orange-red to orange-yellow, then to yellow-white, and finally turned into pure white.

The pure white flame burned quietly in his hands, like the so-called holy light of the God of Light.

Allegri withdrew his mental power, and he clearly knew that if he wanted to, he could even make this fireball completely colorless. While that means a lot of effort, it's not impossible.

Fire spells are not just the power of the fire elemental as people think.

The amount of force it invokes is not a reddish-yellow flame visible to the naked eye.

Fire is energy.

It was a vague recognition of this that he was able to lay out an explosive trap that was so powerful.

That vigorous heat energy is the ultimate power of the fire mage.

"What are you doing?" Athea's voice interrupted his thoughts, "What's that weird thing in your hand?"

"Nothing," Allegri smiled, casually throwing the fireball into the lake, "what's the matter?"

"I'm here—" Althea's words suddenly paused, and she looked at the lake behind Allegri with some nervousness, "In that case, is it really okay?"

Allegri was a little confused, and when he looked back, there were faint bubbles and white vapor on the surface of the lake, with a sizzling sound.

Althea looked at him, and he blinked.

"Run!" he came to his senses, grabbed Althea's hand, and ran out frantically, with a loud "bang" behind him. Warm droplets of water splashed over them, drenching them all over their faces.

It turns out that all spells are manifestations of energy.

******

"What the hell is going on?" Allegri wiped his face and plucked the aquatic plants from Atheya's hair.

"I want to raise my magic level," Althea gasped slightly, "I think I've been able to move up to the middle level." ”

"So what?" Allegri wondered.

"So I need you to be a coolie," Althea snorted, "I'm going to hatch the Venom Wyvern's eggs as soon as possible, is it easy to find a female Venom Wyvern for her to hatch the eggs quietly, or is it easy for you, the fire mage?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll roast it?"

"If you can't control your magic, what kind of magician are you called?" said Althea fiercely, thinking for a moment and then shaking her head, "But judging by your performance just now, it really makes me doubt whether my choice is wise." ”

Allegri was speechless for a moment.

In the distance, Illo and Dios ran over, apparently hearing the loud noise.

"What's wrong?" Illo smiled and glanced at the two of them, "What about jumping into the lake and martyrdom?"

"Go aside!" said Althea angrily.

"She's going to make the cut, and she's asking me to help ripen the dragon eggs. Allegri pointed at Althea.

"Why do you want to advance, wouldn't it be better to wait until the Venom Wyvern hatches naturally?" Illo wondered.

"I've always felt that things aren't going well," said Althea in a low voice, "Cousin Nacini is very confident, but if he wins, why should he keep me and my grandfather here?"

After seeing the might of the Purple Light Cavalry, the three Allegri subconsciously thought that as long as Nacini arrived in Vanuna, there would be no problem. Now that I think about it, it's a bit odd indeed.

"What the hell is the situation in Snowton now?" Allegri asked Althea.

"I don't care much about it on weekdays, and I only know a rough idea. ”

"It's okay, we don't even know about it. ”

The Snowton Empire is the first empire on the mainland, facing the Holy Alliance in the south, and the Aalborg Empire in the west, which believes in the great god Odin, and the east and back are uninhabited wastelands and tundra.

The vast territory, harsh environment, fierce people, and strong military power are the true portrayal of the Snowton Empire. In the thousand-year-long Civil War with the Holy Alliance, the Snowton Empire gradually gained the upper hand against three major powers and dozens of smaller countries with the strength of one country. Ever since the city of Elendil had degenerated into a "fortress of sorrows", the Holy Alliance, which had lost its barrier, was terrified.

At this time, Snowton's "Thunder King" was interested in the eldest prince Jonas trying to promote the Cult of Light in some areas, and the Snowton military and knight class, whose main belief was the god of war, were naturally very dissatisfied. At this time, it was revealed that the eldest prince Jonas and his mother, Her Royal Highness, were both loyal believers in the Church of Light, causing an uproar in the imperial public opinion.

The military and conservatives began to support the up-and-coming second prince Nacini, and the two princes, with the support of different factions, began a fierce struggle for the succession to the throne, almost against each other.

"And what about the intentions of the people?" Allegri asked keenly.

A wry smile appeared on Althea's pretty face. (1st Update)

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