Magic is essentially an energy. A large number of magic elements are free from the world of the Belland Continent. Generations of magicians have studied the principles of magic and built complex and diverse magic arrays, allowing magic to circulate in a certain magic array circuit, thereby producing different magic effects such as flames, storms, lightning, etc.

The enchanter's job is to etch the magic array onto the equipment so that in battle, it only takes a little magic power to instantly stimulate the magic on the equipment.

In addition to enchanting magic and magic array diagrams, you also need to build magic mediums for the array diagrams. Crystal and Mithril are recognized as the best magic medium on the continent. Of course, there are better magic crystals and dragon crystals above them. Generally, magic arrays of forbidden spell level can be used.

As a beginner, the larger the equipment, the easier it is to print magic circles. Therefore, Arthur bought a lot of first-level armor, shields and several bottles of the worst-quality crystal powder, and then pulled Arnold into the room.

Ideals are full, but reality is cruel. Being an enchantress is not as easy as the two imagined.

Arthur's side had no trouble mastering "dark corrosion". If a magic is thrown out, the surface of the metal shield will be corroded and bumpy. However, to etch the magic circle through "dark corrosion", it requires in-depth magic control ability. After seven or eight shields were broken for three consecutive days, Arthur was unable to etch a straight line on the shield surface.

Arnold's affinity for magic elements outside the dark system is too poor, and it takes three days to barely release the simplest "sturdy technique" in earth magic. Enchanting requires the enchanter to instantly etch the magic array into the equipment. If there is a slight stutter in the middle, the magic array diagram will not be able to be activated.

It turns out that it makes sense to improve "dark corrosion" into "enchantment". The two of them thought the enchantist too simply.

What pulled Arthur out of his repeated failures was a magical messenger sent by the Blood Yao Order, and the college officially started.

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In the horseshoe-shaped staircase, there were more than 20 boys and girls sitting sparsely.

This is the new magical student in the Xueyao Academy. There are fewer magicians than warriors. With the relaxation of conditions, this class has only recruited 23 students. Wuyun Palace has recruited 118 students from four classes this year.

On the podium, the short magician who was doing the first lesson of the school was the vice dean of the college, Harlix, a twelve-level magician called Old Harry.

"Children, welcome you to the Blood-Glorious Royal Academy! Our human race can reproduce and survive in the Belland Continent, relying on generations of warriors and magicians to fight bravely one after another. They defended the glory of the human race with their lives and blood! From today on, you will take over the banners of senior warriors and magicians, defend the glory of the kingdom with the glory of blood and magic, and protect the dignity of the human race!"

The teenagers in the audience were excited, and Harix's words inspired the teenagers' passion and sense of honor.

"From now on, forget the magic you learned before, and I will take you to re-understand the magic world. Can anyone tell me what a magician is?" Harlix asked a question that was almost common sense.

The students in the audience fell into deep thought. Except for the teenagers such as Arthur, they were all second-level magicians registered by the Magicians Union, but no one could give the magician an accurate definition.

Without waiting for the answer he wanted, Harlix continued to speak on his own, "Magic is the energy that wanders between heaven and earth. People cannot see it or feel it. A very small number of people can sense magic elements after training, but this is far from enough. Those who perceive and can use magic energy are called magicians."

"Becoming a magician requires four steps: perception, communication, guidance and control. Being able to perceive the magic element and communicate with it, and introducing it into the body to become a part of one's own magic. It is only the most basic part of magic. The key to truly determining the power of a magician is its ability to control magic."

Arthur listened attentively to Harrix's explanation. The basic theories of magic that Old Harry taught were brand new to Arthur. He had learned magic with Adeline before. Adeline was a powerful magician, but not a professional magic teacher. She taught Arthur a lot of basic magic, but she was not able to systematically explain the principles of magic to Harrix.

Harlix is ​​ready to demonstrate magical control.

"Who will demonstrate to me and release the most basic fireball technique."

A young man standing closest to the podium stood up gracefully. He was wearing a magical robe of golden and red color in the academy, with a handsome face and long silver hair. He bowed to Harlix first, and then started the God of the Underworld. After about two seconds, a fireball the size of a watermelon appeared in his palm, attracting a burst of exclamation from the students around him.

It takes two seconds to complete the magic circle and release such a large fireball, which is already the best among magicians of the same level. If this fireball is thrown to a warrior below the Warrior, it will be enough to burn the opponent half to death.

Old Harry on the podium stretched out his hand, and a huge fireball as big as a bull's head appeared on his palm, causing the whole hall to exclaim.

"Children, I'm also a first-level magic fireball technique. Mine is faster and bigger, but it's not that I'm stronger than his magic control, but that I'm more skillful in building a magic circle and accumulate more magic power. Below I will demonstrate to you what magic control is." As Harix spoke, the fireball in his hand quickly shrank, and finally shrank into a small ball of flame the size of a pigeon egg jumped between his fingers.

"Dog me with your fireball." Harlix said to the student holding the fireball.

The student shook his hands nervously, and the fireball on his hands went out instead.

Old Harry laughed, "What? Are you worried that your fireball technique can hurt a twelve-level magician?"

The student blushed and released the fireball technique again, then threw the fireball at Harlix.

Harlix flicked his finger and the small fireball in his hand flew out.

After leaving his hands, the small fireball suddenly split into two and turned into two smaller fireballs. The small fireballs drew two different arc trajectories, one on the left and one on the right, hitting the fireballs shot towards Harlix from both sides, and then annihilated with the fireballs at the same time.

"How is that possible?"

"How did he do it!"

The conversation stood up, and the teenagers could not believe what they saw in front of them.

"Kids, this is magic control!" Harlix had a faint smile on his face.

"Professor, how did you do it?" Arthur couldn't help but stand up excitedly.
Chapter completed!