Chapter 353: So this is how you wizards cast spells?
This abandoned village is filled with thatched houses made of wooden planks and mud bricks.

The village, located at the foot of the mountain, was abandoned with the departure of the Kush Knights and was considered an unprofitable property and abandoned.

The livestock monastery is currently planning to build a pig farm in the village, using the less fertile fields at the foot of the mountain to grow potato roots to feed the pigs.

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

However, no construction has started here so far, so almost no one comes to this foothill.

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

Horn was standing at the edge of the threshing floor, observing their appearance.

Originally, Horn had only seen wizards like Pasrick, and he thought that ordinary wizards with the power of transformation would be different.

But now it seems that these wizards are not as strong as knights, but they also have a strong physique.

Especially their arms, which for some reason are more than one size larger than the muscles in their bodies.

It was like sewing a pair of gorilla's thick arms onto a skinny human puppet, and Horn looked confused.

Before Pasrick led the Hussars to the Black Mountains for reconnaissance, he redeemed several wizards from prison.

However, what Horn did not expect was that the first thing they did when they arrived at Jeanne d'Arc was to sneak into the home of the coachman who reported them.

René thought they were going to do something radical, so he immediately led the Cheka and the gendarmerie to the scene.

As a result, they simply shaved the coachman's horse, dog, and son into a Mediterranean bald head.

Horn thought about it for a whole day and night, but he still couldn't figure out the logic and motives of these wizards.
"What's wrong with them?"

After hearing Horn's question, Grampven, who was standing nearby, said, "Isn't that what the people of Black Snake Bay do? It's well-known in the Empire."

Horn changed his expression to a serious one: "You are also from Qianhe Valley, why are you slandering others?"

Grampven waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Your Majesty, I am not the one who criticizes you. Black Snake Bay has always been famous for its absurd and meaningless behavior. This is how the people of Black Snake Bay are."

"No." Horn frowned, "Just like the people of the Thousand Valley are unclean, maybe it's just a rumor?"

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

"Two." Horn counted on his fingers, "Sissi is one, and Pasrick is... eh? Ah!"

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 energy-shaping spell. It can melt armor, has a long range, and causes area damage.

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

However, there are actually very few wizards who can cast Fireball, because Fireball requires a lot of mana, and it is best to have the bloodline of a fire-shaping witch to make it easier to learn.

Pasrick is proficient in all kinds of flash magic, fog magic, and frost magic, but he just doesn't know how to use fireball.

As for the White Mountain Priory and John's Party who remained in Jeanne d'Arc, there were only a few secret party wizards.

The two secret parties, one is proficient in divination spells, and the other is proficient in mind and body spells.

The only few shapeshifters were those sent by Catherine from Rapid City. They were proficient in lightning and knew nothing about fireball.

But fortunately, Mormont and his companions were all wizards who specialized in fireball. Even the secret party they belonged to - the one that was wiped out by Nidsal - specialized in fireball.

According to Horn's stereotype of fireballs, they can completely replace the existence of cannons and completely make up for the last shortcoming of the Galar Phalanx.

With the arrival of Mormont and others, Horn finally had the opportunity to witness the power of fireball with his own eyes.

Horn said, "Okay, you can start anytime." Mormont immediately waved towards the threshing floor.

Talolin picked up the staff prepared by the local secret party, no, the natural priests, and stood in the middle of the threshing floor.

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

A faint red light flashed at the top of the staff, and a hot breath spread out.

At first there were only a few sparks, but slowly they gathered into a cluster of small flames, gradually forming a fireball the size of a fist.

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

Then, under Horn's dull gaze, Talolin took a deep breath, twisted his waist, veins popped on his arms, and swept the staff in his hand violently.

With Talolin's baseball-like movements, the fireball soared into the air, whistling out with a gust of scorching wind.

There was a hissing sound in the air, and the fireball drew a dazzling trajectory and hit the wooden man directly. The flames immediately engulfed the wooden man's whole body, and splashed small fire waves in the range of about one meter around him.

The flames spread along every inch of its wooden structure, and the hot 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.

Staring at the burning wooden man, Talolin stood there and waved at Horn with satisfaction.

"Is this fireball?" Horn turned his head dully and looked at Mormont beside him.

Mormont asked in surprise, "What else do you think it should be like?"

"Shouldn't a fireball be the kind that explodes with a bang and blows everyone around it away?"

After listening to Horn's description, Mormont suddenly realized: "You must have been deceived by the witcher's story. There is no such fireball magic..."

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

Rather than exploding, it would disperse when it comes into contact with a hard object or strong wind, and then use the waves of fire to ignite the enemy.

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

The reason why they lost their staffs and could not cast spells over long distances had nothing to do with the staffs themselves, but was simply because they lost a throwing lever that could conduct spells.

No wonder they all have such strong arms, it turns out they got them from throwing fireballs!
Seeing the disappointment on Horn's face, Mormont's heart tightened, and he hurriedly explained: "But the fireball you are talking about is not uncommon..."

"Does it require higher mana?"

"To be precise, it requires specially made spellcasting materials." Mormont thought of the materials he had painstakingly prepared in the past few months. "It is known as the crown jewel of alchemy!"

"What spell materials can we make?" Pious alchemist Horn was very interested in picking the crown jewel.

His alchemists had nothing but large numbers and great mana.

Originally, mortar was a relatively small mid-range alchemical product, 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, it becomes concrete, which ordinary people can buy to build houses.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult." Mormont stroked the staff in his hand.

In order to support Rapid City, the secret party of Black Snake Bay used up the dragon blood stocks of Tiannv City for twenty years. In the coming period of time, the dragon blood output of Tiannv City is estimated to be only in single digits each year.

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

"That kind of spellcasting material is called Red Dragon Breath."

(End of this chapter)