Chapter 985: 967 Spell Fireball

Chapter 985 967. Spell·Fireball

After waking up the next morning, Lan En sat up on the bed.

His face, which even though it still showed the confusion that he had just woken up, did not hinder his overall temperament, was a little suspicious.

Did I dream last night?

Lann was not only doubting himself, but also doubting the sorceress sitting in front of the dressing table, dressing herself up and putting on makeup.

Margarita simply wore a silk pajamas. The smooth and drapey fabric could faintly highlight the curves of her body.

Just like a description in sculpture art: half-nude figures are more artistic than full-length figures.

High-end perfumes and creams emit a long and elegant fragrance in the room.

Lan knows her well, and she always uses only the best.

Margarita did not shy away from the makeup process in front of Lan En. This is not laziness after both parties get used to it.

But she is confident enough in herself.

The long golden hair was scattered, like a defeated golden retriever.

Being able to appreciate each other with your lover is a psychologically satisfying and happy thing.

At least don’t be abducted by the blue pool at the intersection of the celestial sphere!

To this end, she was even prepared to drive away tigers and devour wolves to bring in some ‘reinforcements’ and give some meat to the bichi in her mouth.

Margarita looked at Lan behind her through the mirror.

This palace is located on the same giant rock as the famous elven ancient portal, Tor Laura, also known as the Seagull Tower.

This kind of tacky jewelry will only make people feel gaudy on her body.

“Triss looks great, doesn’t she?”

“Don’t act stupid.” Margarita also easily saw through her little boyfriend’s performance.

She suddenly went crazy and ravaged her newly-styled golden hair, and kept muttering in her mouth.

“Ah!! It’s so annoying! It’s so annoying!”

Putting on his casual clothes very quickly, Lan En walked out of the dean's bedroom carrying the Sword of the Lake Lady.

“It’s still God! I can go to **** with you! Bichi! It’s all Bichi!”

“Don’t be shy, boy.”

Of course, Mentos will not be deceived by the subject's acting skills.

“Ha, you have such a sweet mouth. You should go to the tavern to play the piano and sing.” Margarita smiled in the mirror, as if teasing her.

Then, Margarita began to arrange her brilliant blond hair and put on her favorite gold jewelry.

Continue: ‘Like to tell the truth’?

Lan En's expression did not change at all, and he regarded the words in front of him as if they were nothing, showing his superb acting skills.

But after getting mad, Margarita took a deep breath and calmed down.

She doesn't want to leave Lan En at all, and even just thinking about the possibility of this happening in the future makes her fearful.

“.” Lan En blinked and scratched his chin, feeling that something was not quite right about Margarita today. "I'm going to do some morning exercise first."

After Lan En left, Margarita put down the eyeshadow pen in her hand.

The witcher felt vaguely overwhelmed.

Margarita said while looking at the eyeshadow in the mirror.

No idea, just like Tissaya’s analysis of her last night.

The biochemical intelligence brain first punched a "?" on the retina.

The flame of a spell.

This is the first time Lan En has really studied it since he obtained the spell-casting catalyst of this world of fire.

This fire burned in the sea breeze on its own, seemingly unaffected by the external environment.

Lann could feel the heat on his palm, but when he brought the magic fire close to other substances, the flame could not burn them.

It seems that except for the holder, this heat is just an illusion.

The fire of the spell is the catalyst for casting spells. It seems that only when the spell is cast can its power be revealed to the outside world.

Other times it can be seen as a fire trick.

Lann’s spell teacher, Cornicus of the Great Marsh, gave him the Great Marsh spell book before the witcher left.

But there is no doubt that this should be a basic textbook for conjurers.

There are not many spells above, most of them are methods of shaping flames and then attacking them.

 Just as Cornicus warned his apprentice who had only been in contact with him for a few days: Spells are the worship of fire.

In the Magical Middle Ages, fire was just a form of magic, and no one would separate out a special "fire magic department" or something like that.

But in the world of fire, the fundamental order of the entire world is based on the burning of the initial flame.

Hence the status of flame is unique.

Spells, a spell based on the worship of fire, are actually juxtaposed with magic and miracles to form three spell-casting systems.

【Fireball】, 【Big Fireball】, 【Jet Flame】.

The introductory learning of a conjurer all begins here.

“Hoo!”

As Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly, under his serious mental control, the flame suspended in the palm of his left hand expanded like a explosion!

In less than a second, the candle-like flame had expanded to the size of the mouth of a bowl.

The fire of the spell, which originally had no influence on the outside world, also changed due to the casting of the spell.

The air around the fireball is distorted by the heat that is visible to the naked eye. This is because the heat changes the refractive index of the surrounding air.

The flames of the spell have a real high temperature.

“Hmm~”

Originally, Lan En wanted to keep this [Fireball] in his hand and use his [Spiritual Vision] to further observe the inner structure.

However, the casting of spells has its own process. When the skill is not perfect, the caster actually has no ability to operate the spell itself.

The moment he realized that the [Fireball] was about to lose control, Lan threw his left hand forward.

With a gesture like throwing, he threw the fireball in his hand towards the sea under the bridge.

The fireball traced a parabola and was not blown out by the strong sea breeze between the two rocks.

Instead, it fell directly over a height difference of more than 100 meters and hit the reef base of Xianide Island.

The fireball caused a small explosion at the end, and a rock the size of a human head was blown away by the airwaves into the foamy sea near the explosion point.

The sound of the explosion spread around, and when it reached Lan En's ears, it was as light as a pebble falling to the ground.

“Data collection in progress.”

 Mentos automatically provided analytical assistance throughout the process when Lan started his spell experiment.

At this time, it simulates the possible effect of the spell fireball on human body damage—

A soldier wearing Nilfgaardian standard armor was completely burnt to black after the hardest and thickest breastplate came into contact with the fireball.

In addition to being scorched at the point of impact, the explosion also tore his limbs into pieces.

This power is not much different from the fireball spell of ordinary warlocks.