Chapter 28
The old man didn't move, a green light flashed on his body, and the magic shield was already supported, and he easily took over the six wind blades. This thing was useless to him, but the boy in front of him was full of fun, and he was polite and ruthless, but he actually attacked himself directly with magic.
"Yeah, yes, right, do you know other magic?" The sky was already dark, but the old man's eyes were as bright as a magic lamp.
"Oh, I don't know much, there are Fire Dragon Technique, Meteorite Technique, Shaping Technique..."
"You guy is interesting. Do you like alchemy very much? Are you going to come here to verify the level of an alchemist?" The old man smiled, pointed at him with his finger, and told him to take another fire dragon technique.
Albote's appearance is peaceful, but his inner surprise is no longer described in words. Fire Dragon Technique is a magic that can be used smoothly by high-level magicians. Some smart intermediate magicians can do it, but it is too forced. The boy in front of him is only thirteen years old, and he can reach the level of a high-level magician? Beca? Just that half-toned guy can teach such a young genius?
This time, Ferlig did not use a magic wand because he knew that it was best not to use any magic items during the test, including the magic wand, so that the magic power of a magic body itself could be most truly reflected.
Fortunately, at his current level, he can also release twelve fire dragon techniques without using a magic wand to exhaust his magic power, so it is very easy to release.
"Boy, how many can you put?" The old man's eyes were rolling around, thinking that if he bullies that boy Beca and let him transfer Ferleg to his name, it would be a waste to teach such a genius.
"Eight to ten." Felleg was only a little humble this time, because he knew that it was like he was conducting a magician certification test now.
"Are you eight or ten?" the old man asked very seriously.
"Ten." Seeing the old man's expression so serious, Ferig immediately replied. It seemed that there was some particularity in this, but unfortunately the teacher taught him too short and many things had not been discussed yet.
"Impossible..." the old man muttered to himself with a dementia look on his face.
Ferlig doesn't care, and it's a bit incomprehensible. Since he can release the Fire Dragon technique, it means that the magic power is enough, and the control skills of this kind of magic are completely mature. As for how many can be released, it is entirely a question of how much magic power it is.
"I will teach you a magic now, you can learn to read it." The old man muttered for a moment and turned around and said.
"Learn now?" Feleg asked in surprise. Even if he knows how to arrange magic elements and has enough magic power, the problem of controlling it cannot be solved in a short while. Any magic requires a lot of time to practice to successfully grasp the tricks.
"Yes, learn now, this magic control is relatively simple. Listen..." The old man started to speak continuously.
"That's it. Try to see if you can release Blizzard." said the old man. In fact, the Blizzard spell is not simple, it is quite difficult to control, and requires a lot of magic power as support. Fortunately, Blizzard and the Group Wind Blade Technique have many similarities. Fellig carefully savored it for a while and it felt that it should not be difficult to do it.
"Okay, I'll try it, but it may not be successful." Feileg thought while preparing the magic.
The old man thought to himself that Blizzard is a real range magic, which is completely different from the group wind blade. That magic can only be regarded as group magic, and it is two different concepts from range magic. If this kid can really release it, it would be a hell. You must know that range magic must at least reach the strength of a magician to provide enough magic.
The temperature in the air instantly dropped below zero, and snowflakes fell from the air, like steel blades, twisting everything in its range into pieces. Unfortunately, although Ferlig's storm magic was barely successful, the range was very irregular, and there was only less than one square meter of space.
Even so, the old man's chin was almost falling off. A thirteen-year-old magician? It's impossible. There has never been such a record in the Imperial Magic Academy. He is definitely the best magician with magical talent in a thousand years. He became a magician at the age of 30.
"This is not easy to control, I'll try again." Feleg was very dissatisfied with his performance just now. At this time, he had devoted himself to this newly learned magic. He forgot where this was and what he was here for. He just stubbornly wanted to master this magic skillfully.
However, to his surprise, the Blizzard released just now was not successful and the range was pitifully small. There were only one hundred snowflakes, but they had consumed most of the magic power in his body. It was impossible to release another one.
Frowning, he pulled out the magic wand in his arms. It seemed that he could only borrow its power. This Blizzard magic is very troublesome to use. It consumes too much magic power, which is not proportional to its power at all.
Can I let one more be released... the old man was speechless. The thirteen-year-old magician had already made him speechless. He could actually let two Blizzards go in one breath? The junior magician's request was only one. Of course, it could not be a miserable Blizzard like before.
Even if Filig reached the level of a junior magician, the transformed and distorted Blizzard just now consumed at least two-thirds of his magic power. With the remaining magic power, it would be impossible for him to successfully release Blizzard again.
But strange things happened in front of him. After Ferlig pulled out his magic wand, he released Blizzard again. This time it seemed that it was much more successful than the first time. Blizzard's range was less than one square meter. Obviously, his magic power was not enough, but it was still successful. Moreover, this time Blizzard was pretty good, and except for the small range, he couldn't find any fault.
"No... It seems to be a little worse, how bad is it?" Ferlig, who consumed all his magic power, did not rush to enter the meditation state to replenish his magic power. Instead, he frowned and thought hard, and always felt that the Blizzard he released had some problems.
A small range is not a problem, it just means that there is insufficient magic, and he doesn't care about it. The teacher once said that the magician's magic is obtained through continuous accumulation, and it is impossible to get a little bit of it. It has only been seven years of accumulation, so it is normal for him to not be enough.
"Huh? Show me your magic wand." The old man finally woke up from his shock. The first thing he thought of was the magic wand. Although he still didn't believe that this thing could save so much magic power, there was only this possibility in front of him.
"Oh, OK." Feleg, who was in pain, passed the magic wand to the old man without thinking. He still had more than ten of this thing, let alone handed it to Dean Albote, even if it was really lost, it would be no pity.
The short magic wand was so heavy that he was crazy. He didn't have to look at it anymore and knew that it was a full metal magic wand. The dark appearance proved that it was not pure gold or secret silver. Moreover, it was not necessary to use these two to create a magic wand, and even if it was him, he could not build such a precious magic wand.
What a hell. Today I not only saw a thirteen-year-old junior magician, but also saw a full metal magic wand? Is this world crazy?
"Come on, young man, go to my place to chat." The old man grabbed Ferig, who was trapped in contemplation, and walked towards a building in the forest.
There was a roar, and then a powerful force rushed over. Before the impact came, the old man flashed green light, and the magic shield protecting him had completely opened. He was still hit by a powerful force and rushed forward for more than ten steps, taking Feleg out.
Due to this collision, Ferlig finally woke up and turned around and shouted: "Hurricane, it's okay. We may have to live here for a while in the future. If you are bored, you can look around, but don't fight. If someone causes trouble for you, come to me."
Hurricane looked at the old man, then looked at Felleg, and finally looked at the surrounding forests and ran into the forest. The environment here is somewhat similar to the Magic Domain Forest, and the place is also very large. Hurricane is naturally willing to go around.
"Ah...you...you're not a horse..." The old man noticed the hurricane behind Felleg, but unfortunately the hurricane had disappeared at this time.
Felleg knew that with a learned Dharma saint like Arbote, it was impossible to see the identity of Hurricane, so he honestly said: "Yes, it is a wind beast, my partner."
After lunch, Filiger looked at the sky outside and walked towards the library. On the left chest of the magic robe, there was a golden five-pointed star, which was the symbol of the junior magician. On the right chest, Filiger himself designed the family seal, the outer circle was the golden Auckland Empire battle flag, and the inside was a portrait of a hurricane.
Speaking of family badges, it was quite interesting. When the Imperial Department official asked about the family badge he wanted and provided hundreds of samples, none of them were liked by Ferig. He happened to see the hurricane that ran back to find Ferig for elemental ores. Seeing its majestic appearance, he immediately decided to use its portrait as the family badge.
Originally, Ferlig decided to draw it himself, but he drew dozens of pictures. Hurricane was very dissatisfied with his portrait. Ferlig had to invite a court painter from the Auckland Empire to satisfy the bold, curious, vigilant but slutty beast.
These were all three days ago. Within half a month after Ferleg arrived at the Imperial Magic Academy, the Empire quickly equipped all the treatments he deserved as a magician.
Chapter completed!