Chapter 664 - 305: Fresh Dragon Bone, Incredibly Effective
Lu Wenwu had to cajole and persuade for quite a while before finally calming down the bearded and glaring master alchemist.
About this, Lu Wenwu felt quite frustrated.
What he said clearly wasn’t anything wrong...
In this world, arcanists only cultivate spiritual power, relying on their own affinity with a certain elemental attribute to fight.
The main combat method is to use spiritual power to leverage the elements in heaven and earth, or manipulate the elemental power collected in magic crystal stones and magic staves to attack opponents.
Mages, however, are different.
Mages only need to continually practice casting skill level, practicing spells and casting gestures.
Once they become proficient to a certain degree, the power naturally increases accordingly.
Of course, the arcanist’s magic staff directly amplifies spiritual power, greatly benefiting the caster.
Mages can naturally use it too.
In fact, long ago, before the profession of arcanist even existed, these large magic staves, as tall as a person, were the standard equipment for the masters of magic.
Until later, some powerful masters of magic found that abandoning these cumbersome amplifications and switching to a small wand greatly improved flexibility and stealth.
Though the power of large-scale forbidden curses and environmental magic slightly decreased, why stick to the grand scene when there are many ways to kill?
It wastes magic power, spiritual power, physical strength, and time, and it makes you an easy target.
By giving up one advantage, while also dropping a bunch of disadvantages, it’s completely acceptable.
In later practical battles, many mages who experienced the small wand found their combat power improved in a disguised manner, so this large magic staff was gradually phased out.
Until the emergence of arcanists, this new school consumed the old stock of the mages.
Of course, what truly angered Professor Wood wasn’t this.
He’s not some inflexible relic, there’s no need for such stubbornness, and he certainly wouldn’t play the game of unchanging ancestral ways.
There’s no lack of mages who like using large magic staffs at the academy. Many undead mages who rely on minions and amplification as their main attack method like doing just that.
The main issue is...
Lu Wenwu wanted to use a magic staff to smack people, and that’s what ticked off Wood.
This is not magical at all!
So elegant, my foot!
Later, Lu Wenwu moved him with emotion, convinced him with reason, and said all kinds of nice things.
He even performed an innate display of divine power on the spot, and only then did Wood reluctantly accept this matter.
"Alright, I agree with you, now take out the materials you have so I can have a look."
After calming down, Wood returned to his workbench and set aside the unfinished rough magic staff baton.
He motioned for Lu Wenwu to sit on the opposite side, and then spoke, "A qualified magic staff requires a type of wood as the main body, and a magical beast’s nerves or hair as the staff core. If you only want a staff that can be used as a stick, there’s no need for the traditional form; it would just be a warhammer."
"But if you want the ability to pierce the armor of close combat professions, then it’ll need to reference the forging method of warhammers or long spears, and the... the... the shaft itself will need reinforcement processing, requiring a coating of metals like purple copper, mithril, and some other materials."
"A purely wooden staff body is too fragile, not only incapable of causing effective attacks but also unable to withstand your innate incredible strength."
"Now, let me see that ancestral legacy of yours."
Lu Wenwu nodded, pretending to take something out of the storage ring, and took out a piece of Fusang wood over three meters long from his personal backpack.
As soon as this bowl-thick wood was taken out, the temperature in the whole room suddenly rose rapidly.
Although it didn’t ignite other wooden materials, it quickly became a bit stuffy in here.
Wood’s eyes lit up instantly, and he took out his magic wand, casting a spell on both himself and Lu Wenwu, and then carefully examining the Fusang wood.
The old Law God grew happier and more astonished the more he looked, almost lying on it!
He carefully caressed it with his hands, muttering to himself as if he had seen some rare treasure.
Finally, after a long time, he looked up excitedly and asked, "Kid, where did your ancestor get this thing? What’s it called?"
"The name left by the ancestor is Fusang wood," Lu Wenwu said honestly, "It’s said to grow in a body of water at a place called ’Tang Valley’ at the easternmost end of the continent."
"The easternmost end?"
Wood repeatedly smacked his lips over this phrase, his expression changing several times, and the excitement faded rapidly.
After quite a while, he finally moved his hand from the warm Fusang wood with a long sigh.
Lu Wenwu keenly sensed something was wrong and quickly asked, "Professor, is there a problem with this wood?"
"No problem, it’s very good, one of the best pieces I’ve seen over the years." Wood bypassed his previous feigned ignorance and shifted the topic, "If its wood core is used as material, it can absolutely create a top-notch magic staff. But doing so would be a bit... alas..."
Wasting a treasure.
Lu Wenwu completed the sentence for him in his heart.
Even with the size of Lu Wenwu’s hands, this piece of wood could at least make four Fusang wood sticks.
However, this Fusang wood was already useless to him, and it couldn’t even be sold.