Chapter 56: Phoebus Morning Walker

Chapter 56 Phoebus: The Morning Walker

Sean's father planned to meet him, which surprised Charlemagne.

Originally, he planned to leave directly after handing over the book to the butler, but since the other party had already invited him, Charlemagne could only politely follow the butler Luke into the mansion.

Originally thought that the interior decoration of the Morning Walker family, which is a member of the Silvermoon Council family, would be extremely luxurious, but after actually entering the house, he found that the facts were not as he thought.

Although it is indeed a lot more luxurious than ordinary families, and all kinds of furniture are made of precious materials, the overall feeling is not so unacceptable.

It may be due to the orientation of the mansion. The morning sun shines in, but it creates a refreshing and warm feeling for the whole mansion.

But there is one thing that Charlemagne can't adapt to anyway, and that is the maze-like passage design in this large mansion.

Anyway, following Luke all the way around, Charlemagne can't remember which way to go in. It's not that there is a problem with his sense of direction, it's just...the design of the mansion is too complicated.

Fortunately, he still knew that he finally came to the second floor, and Luke knocked lightly on a wide wooden door.

"Master, Mr. Theron has brought it."

At this moment, a weak voice came from the room, "Please come in."

Phobos Dawnwalker, Charlemagne already had a general understanding of this person from Sean and the Sun King.

As a member of the Silvermoon Council family, he deviated from the orthodox and became a royalist. He was inseparable with the Sun King Anasterian and saved his life twice.

As an arcanist, he performed extremely bravely in the troll war. Some people scorned him as the scum among mages, and some admirers called him the guide of the new genre.

This Phobos... In layman's terms, he is a typical melee mage.

Of course, this does not mean that he will take the staff and go to the front line to hit people directly, or throw away the staff and replace it with a melee weapon to become a magic swordsman.

He is just like the literal meaning, just a mage who likes close combat.

He does not like to hide in the distance and use long-range and powerful spells like other mages, but usually uses some combination of small spells in close quarters to achieve combo against the enemy.

"One of my father's favorite combinations in the past was the combination of greasy technique and dragon's breath technique. Usually, one spray can kill a lot of people, and the lethality is also amazing. The troll burned alive by him can probably circle around Silvermoon City." gone."

The function of Greasy Art is to spray a puddle of arcane oil on the enemy. The original function is to cause the enemy's feet to slip and fall.

But Phobos boldly made some small changes to these oils, which greatly increased the chance of oil ignition while maintaining lubrication.

The result... Just like the tar traps and explosive traps that Charlemagne vigorously introduced today, once it is stained, it should not be extinguished so easily. It is normal to be burned alive, and it is extremely painful.

Others include strengthening the brightness of the zero-ring spell light spell to become a strong light spell, which can blind the troll's dog's eyes in a short time.

Strengthen the magic hand used by mages to be lazy, so that it has greater power. In battle, you can take advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness and make some small moves to disrupt the enemy's combat rhythm and kill smoothly.

These deviant ideas aroused great repercussions at the time, and the traditional arcanists sternly refuted this approach, thinking that it was an insult to the dignity of the arcanists.

The innovative people think that this is the new direction of the genre, and began to vigorously imitate.

It's a pity that the old-fashioned Quel'Dorei suppressed this new trend in the end. As Phobos, who was injured many times in the troll war, was bedridden, this became a material for the old diehards to attack him.

It is rare to see such mages in Quel'Thalas now, and even Phobos' son Sean has not fully inherited his father's mantle.

But the combo that Sean charged into the raptor dragoons last time really caught Charlemagne's eyes.

As a ranger, it is impossible for him to spend too much energy on learning powerful spells that take a long time to prepare, and it is difficult to use them in battle.

On the contrary, the combination of these small spells broadened his mind and provided him with some new ideas.

Judging from Sean's description, Phobos's fighting style has abandoned the previous idea of ​​mages serving as rear fortresses, but is more like a sharp spear that strikes ahead.

‘Maybe this time I can just find a chance to ask. '

Following the heavy sound of Luke opening the door, Charlemagne, who was wandering in his mind, came back to his senses and began to look forward to meeting this melee mage.

However, Charlemagne, who entered with the butler, was very disappointed when he saw Phoebus Morningwalker lying on the bed.

At this time, the Arcanist who had caused great controversy looked extremely weak. His pale and haggard face, sunken eye sockets, and bony body all showed the severity of his illness.

The only thing that can reflect the old style is his eyes that exude the unique arcane light of the high elves. From his firm eyes, it can be seen that this arcanist has not succumbed to the disease.

"You are the Charlemagne Theron mentioned by Sean, please sit down, I'm sorry to receive you in bed, but I have always wanted to see what the young hero in the mouth of my incompetent son looks like."

Phobos greeted Charlemagne with a smile, and waved to make the maid and Luke to step back temporarily.

"kuang"

With a heavy closing sound, there were only two people left in the master bedroom, one old and one young.

Considering Phobos' condition, the Morningwalker family followed the doctor's order and changed this well-lit room into the master bedroom. At this time, the morning sun was shining through the window's maple leaves, making Phobos feel like a dead man. There was a hint of anger on the usually pale cheeks.

Noticing Charlie Aman's gaze, Phobos didn't take it seriously, "Hehe, I fought too hard when I was young, and I didn't realize it physically until I was old. If the priests hadn't been using the Holy Light to keep me alive, I'm afraid I would have died a long time ago." Back to the embrace of the Sunwell."

"Even so, I don't have a good life for a few years. I was always worried about Sean's future. Fortunately, he has made great progress after coming back this time, and finally made me feel relieved. Among them, he mentioned the most It's you, Mr. Theron."

Charlemagne politely shouted, "Don't dare to take it, Mr. Forbos can just call me Charlemagne."

Phobos nodded with a smile, "Okay, then don't be too polite, just call me uncle. Although this is a bit strange for me as a noble, I am really not used to the red tape of nobles."

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