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#353 - So this is how you wizards cast spells?

This abandoned village was filled with thatched cottages and mud houses made of wood and mud bricks.

The village, nestled at the foot of the mountains, was abandoned after the Kush Knights left, deemed an unprofitable property.

Currently, the Livestock Monastery plans to build a pig farm in this village, using the less fertile fields at the foot of the mountains to grow root vegetables to feed the pigs.

The pig manure can be used to fertilize the fields, killing two birds with one stone.

However, construction has not yet started, so this area at the foot of the mountains is almost deserted.

Among the wild onions and wild fruit trees, four wizards stood at the edge of the village threshing ground, each donning their wizardly weapons and equipment.

Horn stood by the threshing ground, sizing up their appearance.

Originally, Horn had only seen wizards like Pasrik and assumed that evocation-oriented wizards would be different.

But now it seems that these wizards are not as burly as knights, but they have equally fit physiques.

Especially their arms, which for some reason are more than one size larger compared to their body muscles.

It was as if a pair of burly gorilla arms had been sewn onto a frail human puppet, leaving Horn looking bewildered.

Before Pasrik led the Hussars to scout the Black Mountains, he took the opportunity to redeem several wizards from prison.

However, what Horn didn't expect was that the first thing they did upon arriving at Jeanne d'Arc Fortress was to sneak into the home of the coachman who had reported them.

Rene thought they were going to do something drastic and immediately led the Cheka and the military police to the scene.

In the end, they just shaved the coachman's horse, dog, and son all into Mediterranean bald heads.

Horn thought about it for a whole day and night, but he couldn't figure out what the logic and motivation of these wizards was?

"What's wrong with them?"

Hearing Horn's muttered question, Grampwen, who was standing beside him, spoke up: "Isn't that how people from Black Snake Bay are? It's famous throughout the empire."

Horn put on a serious face: "You're also from Thousand River Valley, why are you regionally stereotyping others?"

Grampwen waved his hands repeatedly: "Your Majesty, I'm really not stereotyping, Black Snake Bay has always been known for its absurd and meaningless actions, that's just how people from Black Snake Bay are."

"No way," Horn frowned, "Like how people from Thousand River Valley are the Unclean, it's probably just a rumor, right?"

"Your Majesty, how many people from Black Snake Bay do you know?" Grampwen asked back.

"Two," Horn counted on his fingers, "Sisi counts as one, Pasrik counts as... huh? Oops!"

Horn was at a loss for words when Mormont trotted over.

"Your Majesty, we are ready and can start at any time."

In the wizards' system, Fireball is a very practical evocation spell, it can melt armor, has a decent range, and is an area-of-effect damage spell.

Some wizards rate Fireball as the most cost-effective spell in terms of power and range.

However, only a few wizards know Fireball, because Fireball requires a lot of mana, and it's easier to learn if you have the bloodline of a fire evocation witch.

Pasrik is proficient in all kinds of flash spells, mist spells, and frost spells, but he just doesn't know this Fireball spell.

As for the White Mountain Hermitage and the Joan Party who stayed in Jeanne d'Arc Fortress, there were originally few secret party wizards.

One of the two secret parties is proficient in divination spells, and the other is proficient in mind and body spells.

The only few evocation wizards were sent by Catherine from Rapid Falls City, they are lightning-proficient and equally clueless about Fireball.

But fortunately, Mormont and his men are all Fireball specialization wizards, even their secret party - the one that was wiped out by Nidsar, specializes in Fireball.

According to Horn's stereotype of Fireball, they can completely replace the existence of cannons and completely fill the last shortcoming of the Gallar phalanx.

With the arrival of Mormont and others, Horn finally had the opportunity to witness the power of Fireball.

Horn said: "Okay, you can start at any time."

Mormont immediately waved to the threshing ground to signal.

Tarolin picked up the local secret party's, oh no, the nature priests' prepared staff and stood in the center of the threshing ground.

A breeze blew, and the staff in his hand trembled slightly.

A faint red light flickered at the top of the staff, and a scorching aura permeated.

At first, it was just sparks of fire, slowly, the sparks gathered into a small flame, gradually forming a fist-sized fireball.

Under the gaze of everyone, Tarolin held the end of the staff with both hands and raised the staff high.

Then, in Horn's dazed gaze, Tarolin took a deep breath, twisted his waist, the veins on his arms bulged, and he suddenly swept the staff in his hand horizontally.

Under Tarolin's baseball-like action, the fireball rose into the air, whistling out with a scorching wind.

Making a "hissing" sound in the air, the fireball drew a dazzling trajectory and directly hit the wooden man, and the flames immediately engulfed the wooden man's entire body, and splashed out small fire waves in a range of about one meter around.

The flames spread along every inch of its wooden structure, the scorching red and orange intertwined and danced. Black smoke rose from the burning wooden man, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt wood.

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Watching the raging wooden man, Tarolin stood in place and waved to Horn with satisfaction.

"This is Fireball?" Horn turned his head stiffly and looked at Mormont beside him.

Mormont asked back with a strange expression: "Otherwise, what do you think it should be like?"

"Shouldn't the fireball explode with a bang, and the people around it are blown away?"

Hearing Horn's description, Mormont suddenly realized: "You were probably deceived by the Witcher stories, there is no such thing as a fireball..."

After the explanation, Horn finally gradually understood that the fireball in this world is really just a fireball.

Rather than saying it will explode, it is better to say that it will disperse when it comes into contact with hard objects or strong winds, and then rely on the scattered fire waves to ignite the enemy.

And unlike the stereotype, the fireball in this world really just condenses a fireball in the palm of your hand, and if you want to throw it out, you can only throw it with your bare hands.

The reason why they lose their staff and cannot cast spells from a distance has nothing to do with the staff itself, but because they have lost a throwing lever that can conduct spells.

No wonder everyone has thick arms, it turns out they were trained by throwing fireballs!

Seeing the disappointed look on Horn's face, Mormont's heart tightened, and he quickly explained: "But the kind of fireball you said is not without it..."

"Is it because it requires more mana?"

"Accurately speaking, it requires special casting materials." Mormont thought of the materials he had worked so hard to make a few months ago, "It is said to be the pearl in the crown of alchemy!"

"What casting materials, can we make them?" The confident alchemist Horn was very interested in picking the pearl in the crown.

His alchemists have nothing else, just a lot of quantity and a lot of mana.

Originally, mortar was still a relatively small number of mid-end alchemy products, mainly used as an adhesive when repairing castles.

At least these are things that only knights can afford.

In Horn's hands, what adhesive? Mixed with sand and gravel is concrete, and civilians can buy it to repair houses.

"I'm afraid it's difficult." Mormont rubbed the staff in his hand.

In order to support Rapid Falls City, the Black Snake Bay secret parties used up the Dragon Blood reserves of Tiannv City for the past twenty years. In the next period of time, the Dragon Blood of Tiannv City is estimated to only produce single digits each year.

"Tell me, what is that material called?" Horn asked relentlessly.

"That casting material is called Red Dragon Breath."