Abe the Wizard

Why did the second "firebomb" spell attack just now appear without a choice? Knowing that after having no choice, almost instantaneous "firebomb" spells are triggered. This gap as Abel the knight of course knows what it means. The battle is decided to win at the moment of life and death. This is a little faster than "firebomb", and the opponent will be overwhelmed in action.

It took Abel some time to find another hard-haired mouse. This time he didn't think of the 'fire’ spell first in his mind, but rather of choosing to manually fire the 'fire bomb’. When his fingers were swinging in his chest, the Heradic cube didn't respond. This time it didn't help him finish the 'fire' pattern. It took Abel almost two minutes to paint the 'fire bomb’ pattern in the middle of the sky and start singing the higher fairy words: “O passionate fire fairy! Please lend me your strength! Elements of fire! Turn into an indestructible fireball at the command of the elves! ”

The same power allowed half the body of a hard-haired mouse to be burned, but this time it took only two minutes to prepare for the Aber-dominated 'firebomb’ spell, which differed from the instantaneous' firebomb ’dominated by the Heradic cube.

If it was a battle between Abel and Abel, it would have been almost unthinkable.

The instantaneous‘ fire bomb 'spell can fire four‘ fire bombs' in a row. According to the defense of a hard-haired mouse, the physical strength of a senior knight is not comparable to that of a hellish creature such as a hard-haired mouse. Plus, the fighting armor of a senior knight has no defense against the spell attack, which means that the senior knight is basically powerless under Abel's 'fire bomb’.

If Abel's magic increases and more 'fire' spells are issued in the future, his attack power will multiply.

Looking at the hard-haired mouse struggling on the ground, Abel instantly sent a 'fire bomb’ to kill him, and then he felt a feeling of emptiness in his body, which had nothing to do with his body, but a sense of spiritual emptiness, which was a sign that his powers had been exhausted.

Back at Camp Rogue, looking at the hourglass on the ground, the time was almost up, Abel opened the town transfer reel, and there was an elliptical portal filled with water waves in front of him, stepping into the portal, although it was also a feeling of heaven and earth spinning, but this time it felt a little different from the previous times, because Abel had practiced for the first time in Camp Rogue for a full 10 days, and he was 13 years of age developing. He was 10 days old, though he didn't feel the process of development, but he felt a slight change in his body during the transmission, a very small shrinkage in the bones of his body, and in his mental sense, even his vitality seemed to have been supplemented.

As Abel stood again in the room in Triumph Boulevard Mansion in Gumba City, he felt that his body seemed to have returned to what it had just been when he left the room for Camp Rogue, where his body had grown back in ten days.

Abel is an intermediate knight, and years of knight training have taught him a lot about every part of his body. During the 10 days of camp Rogue, that kind of slow physical growth took place naturally. Although he could not find it, when he returned, the physical changes that took place at that moment were clear to him that he was 10 days younger, that is, while his body was in normal formation in camp Rogue, as long as he returned to the world through the portal, his body would return to its age at the time of departure.

The dark world is the test ground between heaven and hell, and there seems to be some kind of force of rules that Abel can't understand that is affecting that world, allowing the creatures that are experimenting in that world to be restored to their original state when they leave it.

“The ‘fire’ spell I practiced didn't disappear together, did it?” Abel shouted softly in his heart, his fingers just stretched out in space, a ‘flare' pattern appeared, and then a fireball appeared in his hand, which was in the room. He had to shout softly in his heart, he had to bear the burning sensation, kicked the window of the room open with one foot, and quickly threw the 'flare’ in his hand into the sky.

“Kids, don't throw spells around!” A human figure suddenly flashed in front of Abel, a middle-aged man in a Phnom Penh white robe, saw him talking, then reached out, a white halo flashed from his body, then a white halo flashed on Abel's thrown 'flare', and the 'flare’ was instantly detonated, and a dot of light fell to the ground.

Abel was struck by the way the middle-aged man appeared in front of him. Only the Great Hoover Cavalier had this appearance in his impression. The middle-aged man in front of him was afraid he was about the same level as the Great Hoover Cavalier, but Abel clearly felt the fluctuation of magic. Is this a wizard?

“Your Eminence, do not know who you are?” Abel was wearing armor and did not give a noble salute, but asked after a knight's salute.

“Didn't your teacher tell you not to use magic in the city?” The middle-aged wizard looked at Abel with a cold eye.

With that cold gaze, a rushing force pressed against Abel, almost instinctively, the golden temper in Abel's body fluctuated gently, immediately spreading all over his body, and the first-degree apprentice witch's magic pattern in his mind began to glow, throwing out all the magic, protecting Abel's mind.

It seemed to me that he was feeling a little overwhelmed, that the middle-aged wizard had retracted some of his powers, and that he was looking at Abel with some astonishment, and that this young child was still able to stand normally in his situation.

Feeling the decrease in external pressure, Abel could not help but take a sigh of relief, only at this moment his magic was exhausted, mental exhaustion, combined with the just compression of his body, tightened his whole body's muscles, and the cold sweat wet his back.

“I do not have a teacher, Your Eminence.” Abel resisted the headache caused by the magic void and replied to the middle-aged wizard.

“Who did you learn your magic from?” A hint of surprise can be heard in the voices of middle-aged wizards.

For Abel's age, others may think he is fifteen years old or older, but in the eyes of a middle-aged wizard, Abel's age does not have much to do with a strong body. From his vitality, it can be seen that he is only about thirteen years old. Such an age, without the instruction of a very responsible teacher, is impossible to use spells.

“Distinguished Sir, I am the Wizard Apprentice of Sam Level 5 Wizard in the Evelyn Magic Tower!” Abel explained.

The middle-aged wizard of course knows what the Wizard Apprentice of the Wizard Tower is. Unlike the ordinary Wizard Apprentice, it is actually just an identity in the Wizard Tower. Even if the Wizard Apprentice reaches the level of Level 5 apprentice wizard, as long as he is an apprentice of the official Wizard Tower, he is still called the Wizard Apprentice in the Wizard Tower. After all, he is only a servant of the disciple.

“Sam, did the trainee wizard ever tell you not to use magic in the city?” The middle-aged wizard couldn't help but soften his voice a little when he heard that Abel didn't have a teacher and served his old friend's fourth disciple in his old friend's magic tower.

“Your Eminence, I'm sorry, it was my fault and it had nothing to do with Sam's apprenticeship as a witch.” Abel quickly explained that the middle-aged wizard seemed to be a big shot, so don't put Sam in any trouble with the apprenticeship wizard, "he continued.“ Sam's apprenticeship wizard didn't know about this because I just mastered the 'fire' spell. ”

The middle-aged wizard saw Abel take all the blame on herself and kept emphasizing that it had nothing to do with Sam's apprenticeship of the wizard. He had had to change his mind about the young child, who had been very polite, well-educated and courageous since the beginning.

“Son, how long have you been studying magic?” The middle-aged wizard asked softly.

“Three days!” Abe replied, looking at the sky again, changing her mouth: “Four days! ”

“Four days?” The frown on the face of a middle-aged wizard is really four days to learn the magic of 'fire’. How could this genius be used as a wizard apprentice by Evelyn Wizards thrown into the magic tower?