Another World’s Versatile Crafting Master

In the last two days, Gryffindor was in a good mood.

He didn't expect that it would happen so coincidentally, and before the final, he met Ou Ling in the arena, and the idiot was actually stupid enough to take the initiative to attack himself. As an apprentice who tried to face, he took the initiative to attack The deacon of the guild, even if killed, can only blame him for being unlucky.

unfortunately……

The flies named Masson got in the way, and took Ou Ling away at the last minute, so that another well-prepared Pyroblast could not be shot in time.

But forget it, even if he is lucky this time, he can't live for a few days anyway. He was directly hit by a Pyroblast and the curse that burst out at the last minute. Even if he died on the spot, he would never live in the final. That day.

"It's best to let me touch that Garros hunk in the first round of the final. At that time, I must let him know that there is also a high and low rank for the wizard ..."

Gryffindor returned to the apartment in a pleasant mood. The room was exceptionally quiet. The two roommates had already moved out. Now this large house is all by Gryffindor, and there are chairs in the living room. Arbitrarily placed, a huge crystal ball was placed on the coffee table, showing a soft light.

Gryffindor stood in front of the crystal ball, and sang a spell quickly and quickly, and then saw a light appear, and a pale figure appeared on the crystal ball.

"Gryffindor, look for me so late. Is there any magical question?" The old man on the crystal ball looked over sixty years old, with a thin, pale head, and a thin face with wrinkles. Except for a pair of eyes that are still sharp, they look no different from the average old man.

"Yes, mentor Northren, I have recently tried to reduce the cast time, but it seems to have encountered some trouble ..." Gryffindor quickly said the trouble he had encountered.

On the other side of the crystal ball, Norson was still holding a crystal pen in his hand, frowning, and drawing a line on a blank scroll. On the one hand, it is a comprehensive and detailed analysis of Gryffindor's principle: "The simplest way to reduce the cast time is to improve mental power, but this does not make much sense to you. After all, the improvement of mental power is not a matter of overnight. , And the other method is to repeatedly analyze the element structure, the more you understand the element structure, the faster you can complete the casting ... "

after that. Gryffindor raised several questions one after another. Northren was still busy on the scroll. Taking time out to answer for him. Seems absent-minded. But the answer given is always the same. Not much talk. Maybe one sentence or maybe two sentences. But always point directly to the most critical places. Gryffindor often couldn't think of it for a long time. He was reminded by a word. Suddenly, he suddenly realized his expression.

If this time stands on the ground. Most likely you can tell. Northen draws the ground on the scroll. It is a "tide" magic pattern. This can increase the magic recovery several times to the magic line is not easy. Only inscription masters who have reached the master level or above. Only then has the opportunity to understand its complete structure. And the difficulty of drawing is notoriously high. Even Diodwin, who is known as the First Inscription Master of the Franks. Neither necessarily guarantees success. Not to mention, like Northrend. Pointing at his disciples. Draw on the scroll side.

Speaking of Northren. It is indeed full of legend.

He is from the Magic Guild of Deciduous City, north of the Plain of Light Wind. His name was known for the first time. It was forty years ago. Northren was just thirty years old at that time. Has broken through the realm of the wizard. In a deciduous city magic guild battle with the pirate land. Killed an eighteenth-level ground fighter in one fell swoop. For a while. Northrend's name spread throughout the Kingdom of France.

In the following ten years. Northren's reputation in the guild. It has reached its peak. Strongly. Thought carefully. Smooth wrists. All the advantages made him in just ten years. Absolute prestige was established in the Deciduous City Magic Guild. Almost everyone feels it. He will be a strong candidate for the next chairman. Even the president of the local guild. They have said it in public. After retreating yourself. Northen must be in charge of the Lotterdam Magic Guild.

But this time. Northren made an unexpected decision.

He gave up the seat of the guild president and submitted an application to the Supreme Council, hoping to enter the large library to study. Given his status at the Magic Guild of the Deciduous City at the time, it was impossible for the Supreme Council to reject his request. After the application was filed In less than a month, Northren entered the big library as a matter of course. This was three years away. By the time he came out of the big library, he already had the strength of an eighteenth-level wizard.

After that, he received an invitation from the Supreme Council, and entered the right center of the dream of the magician of Ariel. For the next thirty years, Northrend climbed higher and higher with an amazing degree by his own ability. Today, he has become one of the top ten masters, holding the fate of millions of magicians in one hand, and in the near future, he has a good chance to go even higher and become a new arbiter.

However, one thing is very strange. Northson's name can be said to have spread to more than half of the real world, but not many people know what kind of person Northren is.

Others will have some more or less. Even the indifferent old man of Anduin has an almost fanatical hobby for pharmacy, but Northren's feeling is like a monk, except Except for the most profound magic knowledge, you will never be tempted by anything.

After entering the Supreme Council, he only did two things in total. The first thing he accepted was a disciple of Gryffindor. The second thing was that he participated in the competition of the arbitrator candidate. In addition, he seemed to always be Stay in his research room and deal with various moire patterns.

"By the way, Gryffindor ..." After answering these questions one by one, Northren smiled again, and asked Gryffindor with interest: "I seem to be listening recently. You Oran The Magic Guild, another young wizard? "

"Yes, mentor."

"tell me the story."

"Yes, this man's name is Ferre. He should be between 19 and 21 years old. He came from the Garos Magic Guild, but to be honest, his strength is not enough to be a real wizard. .I met him half a month ago, and if I let him do it, I believe he won't last ten minutes. "

"Tell me where your confidence comes from ..."

"If I'm not mistaken. The strength of this person is not his own, but suddenly acquired by some luck, or some other reason, because I can clearly feel that what is coming out of him Magical fluctuations are not pure. In other words, he is not yet able to manipulate his power very well, and it is important that power can be achieved, but knowledge is not. Even if he already has the power of the great wizard, but not Enough time for Ranwen Fiction Net to learn the knowledge of the Great Magister. He is far from being a real Great Magister, such an opponent. I am confident of defeating him in ten minutes. "

"Yes, Gryffindor. You are more attentive than before."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"However, you seem to have forgotten ..." The smile on Northen's face narrowed and replaced it with a serious one: "Everything you said. It was half a month ago. How can you be sure that after half a month, he has not mastered his own power?"

"Impossible Teacher Northen, I remember very clearly that at the beginning of the trial, this man was only a Level 9 magician, from Level 9 to Level 15, with a distance of Level 6 in the middle, even if it was No matter how powerful a genius is, he cannot adapt to this unimaginable level of improvement, not to mention, if he is really an amazing genius, how can he stay at the level of a magician at the age of 20? With your own efforts, you should break through the realm of magic wizards, not because of a certain adventure, and suddenly become a great wizard. "

"You have a good analysis, but if you go to the finals with this idea, I think you will lose a lot ..." Northren smiled, and he didn't hesitate to be patient with this only disciple "Now, come and listen to my analysis, maybe after listening, you will not think so again."

"Yes."

"In your previous words, this person went directly from level 9 to level 15. Yes, you know this is an extremely distant distance, but you seem to forget that the magic power that a person can hold is limited, and the mental power The stronger the magic power is, the magic power possessed by a great wizard is almost a hundred times that of a level 9 magician. Do you know what this means? If you compare the magic power to clear water, then the level 9 magician only It can hold a small bottle, and the wizard can fill a full bucket. You can think about what happens when you pour a full bucket of water into a small bottle. thing?"

"It will break the bottle ..."

"Yes, can you tell me, has the Archmage Ferre named Ferre been broken?"

"No ..." Gryffindor thought about it, still a little unconvinced: "But it may also be because of luck ..."

"You're still entangled in luck." Norson on the other side of the crystal ball smiled. "Gryffindor, I hope you remember that there has never been any truly lucky person in this world, anything that seems to be lucky. Behind it, there are inevitable laws. The difference lies in whether you can master this law. For the young man you said, there can only be two reasons. One is when you first saw him. He hides his strength. Second, his mental strength is terrible. At the ninth level, he has the spiritual strength of the great wizard. "

When Gryffindor heard this, he suddenly choked, opened his mouth and tried to distinguish between two sentences, but he heard Norson's voice upload from the crystal ball: "In either of these two cases, no matter to you I ’m afraid it ’s not good news. There is no need to hide your strength. It ’s nothing to hide from you, but he has even hidden from Owen. Why do n’t you think about it, why is he hiding so well? As for the second This may be even more scary. For a magician, the most important thing is spiritual power. If a person has a unique advantage in spiritual power, he is an out-and-out magic genius, especially in two magic In the battle between divisions, this advantage will allow him to take countless cheap, faster casting, faster mana recovery, he can even ignore the danger of magic backwash, forcibly cast some you can not imagine Strong magic, such an opponent can't be solved in ten minutes ... "

"Master, do you mean that. Let me shoot him before the finals, as if against that Ouling?"

"No, no, no ... I never said that, Ou Ling is Ou Ling, Ferret is Ferret. You must not confuse them, otherwise you will get into trouble ..."

"Why?" This time Gryffindor really didn't believe it, saying that Ferre was a genius, and he reluctantly agreed, after all, the twenty-year-old wizard was there. Even if you want to deny it, you can't deny it, but if you talk about it, he will cause big trouble, but Gryffindor is absolutely unbelievable.

He is the first magic genius of Franken, the disciple of the legendary mage. At the Orana Magic Guild, he has the status of a deacon, second only to Odwin Medellin in power. It's as if it's different from Dalian's, but what's that Frey doing? It's just a country boy. Even if he has the strength of a wizard, even if he is a trial apprentice in Medellin. Would Medellin desperately fail for a trial apprentice? As for the Garos Magic Guild, it was nothing. Just Gruian's fat old man? In just one sentence, the instructor can let him roll back to Garros!

"Don't you think. A country magician from Garros has no background and no status, so you can fight him with impunity?"

Gryffindor didn't speak, but the disapproval on his face exposed everything.

"Gryffindor, I really didn't expect it. For so many years, you still have such an uncharacteristic personality. Have you forgotten, how did you lose to Ou Ling at the Magic Society of Rotterdam?"

"I was just careless ..."

"It's a ridiculous excuse for a moment ..." On the other side of the crystal ball, Northren suddenly laughed: "Gryffindor, do you remember how much power you had when you became a wizard? Winning over you? "

"A lot." Gryffindor's tone was calm, but he couldn't help showing a little pride in his expression. This was one of his most proud things. Since becoming a wizard, he doesn't know how many forces have carried him. After attracting, many of them are rare big-name figures. Such an honor can be said to be unique among young magicians!

"Then have you thought that this Ferre is also a wizard and is younger than you, how much influence will he be attracted to?"

Gryffindor's expression suddenly froze ...

"This ..." He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"However, it's nothing ..." Northon suddenly laughed when he said here, "Isn't there a final?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean very simple, you must not move this Ferre before the finals, but in the finals, maybe you can accidentally miss, or for some other reason, in short, it will cause some trauma that is difficult to recover, although It's a shame here, but who will allow this final to be missed ... "

"I see, but mentor, did you just say that this person's strength is not worse than mine?"

"It's not worse than you, but don't forget, you are my disciple of Northren, how can I let you lose in this final? Now you can go and see the magic book I gave you last time On the last page, I left a paragraph for you, take a good look at that paragraph, and after you understand it, tell me what you should do. "

"Yes!"

Gryffindor returned to his room and took out a black-covered magic book from under the pillow. On the last page, there was a paragraph written by Northen. Gryffindor wrote word by word. After reading, a pair of eyes became brighter and brighter ...

The night was already deep, but the lights in Lin Li's room were always on. He was consulting some information to make the final preparations for the final two days later.

After coming to Olana, Lin Li has never had a moment. He is as eager to win the finals as he is now, although he has promised Grace and Medellin. Promised Anduin, I will definitely do my best in this final, but these are just because they can't hold their begging. Even if I promise, my heart is always a little disapproval. After all, he is so lazy and afraid Dead guy, it's really not suitable to fight for a victory.

But this time. Lin Li was serious.

Ou Ling is still lying on the bed now, and most of the finals after a day cannot be played, and all of this is because of a guy named Gryffindor.

Lin Li lived with Ou Ling for two months. How can you not know that this young magician who seems indifferent to everything really wants to achieve good results in this final? Lin Li even remembered that Ou Ling once said that he was from the Magic Society of Rotterdam, which was a more remote place than Garros. He hopes that this time the final champion will let people know that in addition to wheat, Lotterdam will also have a powerful magician!

Unfortunately, he can't go now.

In addition to hoping that he will recover soon, the only thing Lin Li can do for him is to help him win this final.

In front of Lin Li is a book "Introduction to the High Elf Language", and he is struggling between the strange runes. He was looking for a suitable lingua franca, which he held in his other hand. It was the parchment scroll that Medellin gave him, and he was now trying to rely on his own efforts. Translate those key characters.

Perhaps this spell is in the final two days later. Will be used.

In the secret room of the Marathon family, only Madias was meditating quietly. No one dared to bother him at this time, because everyone knew that after two days, he would try the finals between apprentices. Whoever could win the final victory was the real first magic genius of Frank.

"Come in, Argus."

"Master Madias, what do you tell me?" When standing in front of Madias, Argus always felt that the person in front of him was strange. It was only a month's time. It can be described in terms of ups and downs. The magic wave that emanated from him can not help but be surprised that even Archus, who once had the power of the great wizard, is too strong. Even the heyday he may not be able to shed such Earth magic waves.

However, for Argus, the most unimaginable is the change in the temperament of Madias.

Honestly, although the former Matthias was not flattering, most of the time, he respected himself. After all, he was his magic teacher. But now, Argus is standing in front of him, but he always feels all over. It was cold, as if it had been stared at by a poisonous snake. The strange feeling made the fur on and around Argus's body erected.

"Agus, I let you prepare something, are you ready?"

"Yes, Master Madias ..." Argus swallowed and looked at Madias with a dreadful glance, then carefully took out two magic crystals: "However, Master Madias , The fifteenth magic crystal you want is too rare. I searched a lot and found only these two ... "

"Two?" Madias took the two magic crystals in his hands and felt that the martial kings created the sacred king to kill the gods at night and seal the throne. The throne of the Indian Seal of Insignia seeks the pride of the world Nine Heavens strongest to abandon the young Da Zhou Emperor's martial arts will kill the **** of the night. The strongest abandoning the Shaozhou Zhou royal family came out of it with a surging magic wave, and a pale smile revealed a faint smile: "Two big wizards should be one for one ... "

When he heard "The Two Magisters", Argus was in a tense heart. He knew what Madias was talking about, and he was talking about the two Magisters in the Orana Magic Guild. One is Frank Gryffindor, the first magic genius of Frank, and the other is Ferre, who has been assassinated by himself.

Now Madias, he can't see through it at all. He can only guess based on the expression on Madias' face, these two magic crystals are probably used to deal with the two big magic guides. The taxi's ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This is a big trouble ...

Argus stood there respectfully, but couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Gryffindor was okay. He didn't know anyway, and he died, but Ferret couldn't die, but he still looked forward to it. He helped himself to restore his magic power. If he died, wouldn't he be a wizard of a lifetime?

Thinking of this, Argus dared to ask again: "Master Madias, are you so eager for these two magic crystals, is there any special use? If the two are not enough, I can think again Find a way to get you two more ... "

"You'll know in two days." But fortunately, Madias's mind doesn't seem to be on it. Although there was some flaw in Argus's words, it did not cause his doubts, but he held the two magic crystals firmly The eyes were full of hatred and irony: "Is the wizard a big wizard, I will show you this time, the wizard is not just the two of you ..."

I was wrong. I failed to adjust the time. I am guilty. I decided to give thanks and slice or shred. You guys ...

I promise, I wo n’t dare to make any promises in the future ...