Imperial Crown

"Fire, gather and burn the enemy!"

Raven uttered a series of meaningless syllables, and pushed his hands up with force. The magic power in his body moved along a specific route and gathered in his palms. His mental power was working at full speed, making his eyes turn silver.

A burst of heat quickly gathered in his palms, and the air was distorted by the burning.

But the next moment, the distorted air dissipated, and the magic power in Raven's body became chaotic, turning into a burst of blazing white flames that burst out from his palms.

His face suddenly turned pale, and his mental power was running at full speed. It took a lot of effort to slowly control the runaway magic power, and the flames also weakened little by little.

The magic power was soothed, and the flames dissipated, but Raven's palms had been burned with a layer of yellow-brown scorch marks.

"Oh my god... I'm setting myself on fire." Raven's hands trembled, and he uttered a few more syllables. A burst of cool water flowed into his palms, which relieved the burning feeling a lot.

"Fortunately, I only burned the skin." With a sigh, Raven wiped his hands and unfolded the parchment scroll that recorded the Burning Embers.

To use a magic, you need to coordinate gestures, spells, magic power, and mental power.

Among them, gestures play an auxiliary role, which is used to help the magician adjust the magic power operation route to reduce the pressure on mental power. It is not a necessary element.

The role of magic power is to resonate with the magic elements, so that the elements can condense according to the intention of the caster to achieve the effect of magic.

The use of mental power is wider and more detailed. On the one hand, it is used to lock the target of magic, and at the same time, it is also used to assist in regulating the operation of magic power.

As for the spell, it makes the magic elements gather around the caster to reach the concentration required for casting.

The gestures of the Burning Embers are not difficult, but whether it is the complexity of the spell or the detailed requirements of magic power and mental power, they are far beyond the first-level magic, with many variations, and its difficulty has increased by more than ten times.

There is no shortcut to mental power, and it can only be increased little by little through meditation.

Although the magic core can strengthen the upper limit of magic power, it cannot increase mental power, and too much magic power that exceeds the upper limit of mental power control is not a good thing for magicians.

Therefore, Raven did not use the magic core frantically to fill his magic upper limit, but only used it as a supplementary means.

On this basis, the only thing that can help Raven improve the efficiency and success rate of spellcasting is the Elvish language taught by Lux.

Although he is not proficient enough, applying it to the use of magic can have a very obvious effect.

The spell of the Burning Embers, if it is said in the common language of the Empire, is:

"Flame spirits, listen to my call, gather where my spirit is concentrated, show your fiery side, and burn my enemies!"

But if it is changed to Elvish, it becomes: "Fire listens to the call, gathers and burns the enemy!"

Normal people can't understand this sentence, and Raven himself is also difficult to say.

But he is a magician, not a bard, and his pursuit is not to make the spell sound into people's hearts, so it doesn't matter if you don't understand it.

The spells recited in the Elven language are shorter, but the speed of mobilizing elements is faster, which also makes the difficulty of casting the spell itself much lower.

That being said, this second-level fire magic with the strongest destructive power and lethality among all factions is still not that easy to practice.

For five consecutive days, Raven meditated and then cast the spell, cast the spell and then meditated, and practiced for hundreds of times, but not once was successful, and each time ended with the magic power running out of control.

Opening the bottle of permanent healing potion, Raven took a sip, and the pain in the palm of his hand gradually disappeared, and the color of his skin returned to normal.

He took a deep breath and locked his mental power on the wooden dummy again.

Mobilizing magic power and assisting with mental power, Raven made a gesture and chanted: "Fire listens to the call and gathers and burns the enemy!"

After hundreds of practices, Raven no longer has illusions about the success of the spell at this stage, and only hopes to improve his proficiency and increase the success rate a little bit.

But the next moment, his magic power, which had already been consumed, suddenly dropped a lot until it dried up!

At the same time, with a bang, the dummy locked by his mental power suddenly burst into white flames from the inside out, and the wood chips wrapped in the flames flew like meteors.

Raven only felt a black screen in front of his eyes. The drying up of magic power brought a strong sense of hunger and weakness, as if he had not eaten a grain of rice for three days and three nights!

A violent desire rose from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, Raven finally knew what the so-called "magic addiction" felt like!

He reached into the wooden box next to him, grabbed a magic core and crushed it. The surging energy turned into magic power and flowed into his body, making Raven breathe a sigh of relief: "Finally alive!"

When he opened his eyes, Raven was stunned.

The dummy was completely out of shape, wrapped in white flames, burning like a piece of dry straw, and the flame fragments splashing around were still burning, whether on the ground or on the wall, even the two wooden dummies next to it were affected and turned into two torches!

It was not until six or seven minutes later that the flames on the stone floor and the wall were extinguished.

This is the power of second-level magic, and it is the power of unskilled second-level magic.

In comparison, the first-level fireball can only destroy a wooden man, and the flame is not so long-lasting.

"Ah!"

Raven slapped his thigh fiercely: "What a sin, why did I forget it!"

As he said that, his staff was already in his hand.

This can store a second-level magic!

This sentence actually has the element of finding a step for himself. After all, he never thought that he could succeed at this time.

"Tsk..." Looking at the staff in his hand, Raven was a little frightened for a moment.

He just cast a second-level magic, but he didn't know why he was able to cast it. It was absolutely impossible for him to re-create it.

More importantly, although the staff can increase the power of magic, it will also increase the consumption of magic power. The feeling of being drained is too uncomfortable.

Just as he was thinking about how to cheer himself up, there was a knock on the door, and Volaf's voice came from outside the door: "Lord Baron, Master Vesdon is here."

"Oh, okay!" Raven responded, putting away the staff and scroll: "Let him come in."

With a creak, the door opened. Vesdon quickly jumped over the steps and rushed down. The enchanted sword at his waist was dangling. He stood in front of Raven and bowed with a smile: "Brother!"

He had benefited from the two previous visits to the dungeon. Of course, he was more looking forward to it this time, and he had already begun to guess what the "prize" would be this time.

"Well, get up." Raven said with a "kind" smile on his face: "I see that you are very energetic recently."

"Thank you, brother, for taking care of me!" Vesdon straightened up and beat his chest: "Since you gave me this enchanted half sword, I have been sparring with others."

"Flav and the others can't beat me at all."

"Even Eric is too scared to fight me!"

Hearing this, Raven suppressed the corners of his lips that were about to rise, but couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Okay, very good! But..."

Weisidong was stunned: "But what?"

"Nothing, nothing." Raven smiled, turned around and patted the enchanted chain armor on the table: "Try?"

"This...isn't this your armor? I'm wearing it. It doesn't fit..." Having said that, Vesdon's eyes almost narrowed to the point where he couldn't see.

Brother, you are so kind to me. I just gave you weapons and now you have to give me armor!

That's enchanted chain armor, a good thing that can easily cost hundreds or even thousands of gold coins.

"That's right, if you don't want to wear it, forget it." Raven deliberately sighed longly: "I can understand if you cherish your life!"

Seeing that the benefits he had obtained were about to fly away, Weisidong suddenly became anxious: "Cherish...life? Brother, what are you talking about? I am a born warrior, how can I be greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"Really?" Raven looked at him hesitantly. After a while, he shook his head and said, "It still doesn't work. If something happens to you, I can't explain it to Denise."

This sentence immediately aroused Wei Dong's rebellious psychology. He puffed up his chest and said loudly: "Brother, I am already a man. What I do has nothing to do with my mother!"

"As you said, people can only grow after experiencing things. I have always been under my mother's wings, and I will never truly mature!"

Raven raised his eyebrows slightly and thought to himself, Vesdon is really cooperative. Before I even opened my mouth, he started injecting himself with chicken blood!

Just in time to add another fire.

"You have indeed grown up." Raven sighed in a gratified tone: "Actually, the reason why I treated you so strictly before was not because I looked down on you, but because I felt sorry for you. I hate that iron can't be transformed into steel."

"What a good body!" He patted Vesdon's arm: "Look, how strong it is!"

"...Brother, that's a prosthetic hand." Vesdon reminded him in a low voice.

"I know!" After coughing and covering up his embarrassment, Raven continued: "The prosthetic hand is strong and can be fake. This is your advantage on the battlefield!"

"The fact that you were able to come back from Men'en City and escape the Slater family's attack is enough to prove your wisdom!"

"Your strong body, superior height, strong physique, and the courage to move forward and even dare to openly challenge me are even more rare!"

An awkward smile appeared on Weisidong's face: "I was too ignorant back then..."

"No, that doesn't mean being ignorant, that means daring to fight against power!" Raven raised his voice: "Even I don't have this kind of innate bravery!"

"You are simply a natural-born general with both wisdom and courage!"

"Brother, is everything you said true?" Vesdon swallowed, the corners of his eyes and mouth trembling.

For the first time in so many years, he discovered that he had so many advantages!

"Yes!" Raven nodded heavily: "That's why I called you here today. I want you to wear this armor. I hope you can give full play to your advantages and help me command the army and boost morale. We two brothers Together, we can fight on the bloody high ground and create a legend among the bards!"

The protagonists of the stories told by the bards are all heroes.

Vesdon almost thought of the scene at that time, thinking of being praised as a hero, and a sense of pride and ambition arose spontaneously: "Brother, I am willing to put on this armor and fight with you on the battlefield!"

"Are you really ready?" Raven said solemnly: "Put on this armor, and you will really become my subordinate soldier. There will be no turning back!"

Vesdon exclaimed: "A real man never looks back!"

"Okay!" Raven pointed at the table: "Wear armor!"

Full of lofty ideals, Vesdon began to wear chain mail.

But his arrogance and ambition obviously couldn't help him complete the detailed work. Halfway through, he got stuck and still begged for help.

Raven could only help him.

"Brother, how do I look?" Wrapped in the enchanted chainmail, Visdon's face flushed with excitement: "Isn't it very majestic and cool!"

"Uh..." Raven was a little speechless for a while.

The chainmail itself is big enough, but it looks a little...

Not wide enough on Visdon.

Especially the big face. Since the last enhancement, everything has become thinner except the face. Now it looks like a goose egg squeezed in an eggshell, which is so aggrieved.

Just when I was thinking about how to find a suitable word to deal with it, the door suddenly opened, and Volaf rushed to Raven with small steps and a serious face, saying something in a low voice.

Visdon tried hard to hear clearly, but unfortunately his ears were pressed tightly by the chainmail, and Volaf's voice was too soft, so he couldn't hear it at all.

Raven's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he said: "Visdon, you go back first, and practice putting on and taking off the chain mail, so that you can be ready to go at any time."

Visdon didn't understand, but he understood one thing - this armor is his from now on!

"Thank you, brother!" Weisdon turned around and ran out of the dungeon for fear that Raven would regret it.

Seeing him leave, Raven whispered a few words in Volaf's ear, and the latter took the order and left.

Not long after, Volaf returned to the dungeon holding a beautifully decorated rosewood box.

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