Lu Zhengkang experimented with the mantra of fire tongue. He said it several times, but it didn't work.
Roughly speaking, there are four possibilities.
First, the pronunciation is wrong. Lu Zhengkang's Nordic spoken language is very poor.
Second, the possibility of failing to reach resonance is really great.
Third, the language is not right, and Nordic is not allowed. It's really impossible. It's written in Nordic, and it doesn't help that Lu Zhengkang uses Gaoyan.
Fourth, bina's translation is wrong.
Trolls are scratching their heads. Another possibility is that they have to use magic energy to pivot their brains - to make trouble for me?
There are more methods than problems. Lu Zhengkang went back to the pub to study with Jonas.
To my surprise, the Brighton kid made it one time.
When Lu Zhengkang asked him how he felt, Jonas explained that he couldn't say for a long time how to succeed in the end. In a word, his fire tongue skill was highly completed.
Looking at the fire in the boy's hand, Lu Zhengkang was silent.
It is said that Brighton people are born poets, and poetry reverberates in their body cavity, almost naturally into various contexts.
When chanting a mantra, you need to resonate.
Maybe it's time to throw away your rationality and turn to Romanticism.
In the idealistic world, sensibility often surpasses reason, and philosophy is often more authoritative than theorem.
"Light is above, annihilation is below, elements converge, and flames breed."
Magic energy is another dimension under the world, and magic is the projection of magic energy phenomenon - the morphological transformation of light.
Use the frequency of thinking to influence the frequency of magic power.
The light is above.
The light world is the divine world, the source of all possibilities.
Annihilation under the sun.
Annihilation is the fiend, the burial ground of all possibilities.
The elements converge.
It's also a convergence of possibilities.
Flames grow.
Feel the flame, observe the flame, the flame is always there, flowing in the soul of life.
Pick up a piece of magic power, shape, plasticity.
Bang -
in Lu Zhengkang's eyes, the world is an ocean of tides, and he is a boat, swimming in the calm without thinking.
I can't remember the color and the form clearly. I just feel some vigorous power.
The flames appeared before his eyes.
The boy looked at the elf in front of him in amazement.
The flame has shaped a beautiful and elegant female body. On the body skin, which is as black as obsidian, there is gold red magma flowing from the crevice of the body. When she appears, the fire pool in the tavern becomes fiery.
This guy is small, but he's alive.
Trolls create a foot high element of fire.
Lu Zhengkang's eyes are open, still absent-minded. The small flame element flies gracefully in the air. His slender legs leave the trail of the flame, which seems to be the dance language of the bee colony.
"So beautiful..."
Lu Zhengkang slowly recovered and looked at the flame element.
Troll a little bit to explore the palm, elegant elements of the elves in his palm flying dance.
In the future, we have to talk more, and the shape of the flame element begins to shrink. It's because Lu Zhengkang's magic power is not enough.
Element elves can't speak, but they can act in surprise and fear. They rush like butterflies. The next moment, Lu Zhengkang's palm is a flash in the pan, and the flame element disappears.
The boy's voice dropped abruptly. "She's dead, sir?"
"No
Lu Zhengkang felt the situation in the pure land in his hand. There was a small sun in the dark void, and his mother's tears were like jewels.
But the flame element stabilizes the space-time structure of the pure land to a certain extent, or promotes this process.
However, due to the stagnant nature of time, except that the scattered magic energy is lit by the fire light, everything else will not be affected.
Lu Zhengkang frowned. He had to learn frost magic as soon as possible, or he would evaporate tears.
"Where is she, sir?"
"She's resting." Under the black hood came a dull sound, muddy and dragging, as if there were some kind of cold voice, familiar feeling.
The boy lowered his head and shivered a little.
"Why?"
"It's nothing, sir. Let's go to farauda for an examination."
"Not bad." Lu Zhengkang plans to buy some spell books from the Dark Elf Mage, especially the frost spell.
When he walked out of the room, the boss said hello behind the counter and asked if the food was delicious.
Lu Zhengkang didn't eat it. Jonas tasted some of it, especially the thick soup. After drinking it, the boy bowed slightly, "it's delicious. Thank you."
The boss burst out laughing, and other men in the tavern burst out laughing. Birna's drunkard brother pointed to Lu Zhengkang and said in a high voice: "Oh! Friends, this is my sister shop's distinguished guest! "
"Ha ha ha!"The boy didn't know what to do with this situation. He was stunned. The troll didn't wait for him and went straight ahead.
The long strings of lute sound a few times, a minstrel began to sing the familiar old songs.
Ragnard in red
"Oh, there was a hero named ragnard in red who rode all the way from loristede to Xueman with high spirits!
"All the way boasting about his experience, showing off his sword and gold coins!
"But then he became mute, all because the shield girl tilma said:
"'Oh, you keep boasting and drank all my wine, now I'll let your head fall to the ground! "
"The sword collides with each other, and the brave tilma has a high sense of war!
"Bragger ragner can't boast any more Because his ugly head has fallen to the ground! "
The sudden black humor startled the boy. For some reason, he was absent-minded today.
Lu Zhengkang was also vaguely aware of Jonas's abnormality, but the child's psychology was too chaotic to understand.
"Go."
The boy was called to come back, and hurried two steps behind the troll.
Leaving the tavern, the songs and the music of the piano still did not stop.
The more depressed the place is, the more happy it is.
Once again, they met the familiar guards in the familiar street. They stopped outside the tavern and listened to the laughter and singing quietly. They were tall and straight like cedars. The boy looked back at their back. In such a windy and snowy land, the glimmer lit up the outline, like a towering column of remembrance.
When he stepped on the stone bridge, Jonas walked very carefully this time. He didn't let Lu Zhengkang help him. He didn't slip at his feet. It seemed that Jonas was a little familiar.
Lu Zhengkang looked down at the boy's shoes. They were worn-out leather shoes. The trousers were not the old mage's, but the boy's own. They were washed and dried. Although they fit, they were dirty and old.
"When you have time to go to school, go to the grocery store and buy your own clothes. Put them on better, OK?"
“…… Yes, sir The boy hesitated and nodded, smiling.
The troll shook his head to himself. He was very uncomfortable. Maybe he was reluctant to leave.
Farauda was still standing in the shadow of the vault, with a crimson fire in her hand, swimming like liquid between her palms and illuminating her face.
"Are you back? Fast, impressive, really. Now just release a tongue of fire to this mark on the ground. "
The dark elf pointed to the sign of Dongbao college on the ground, a round stone tablet carved with five awns of sun eye rune.
Jonas bowed slightly to falauda to show his respect, then recited the mantra gently, raised his right hand, and slowly lit a flame in his palm. The sparks burst and splashed. The boy pointed his hand to the mark, and a pillar of fire shot out. The rune on the stone tablet lit up the blue magic light, and the flame could not lose a little.
"Very talented! It's very talented
The dark elf nodded and looked at Lu Zhengkang. The troll shook his head and said nothing.
"Don't you want to join the college?"
"Time is running out. I have other things to do."
"No," said farauda, understanding, and then smiling at the boy, "please come with me, apprentice. When you get to the college, one of our high-ranking mages will show you around and arrange your rooms and daily chores."