“Top-quality gemstones? How did you get them in the first place?”
Abel showed Wizard Morton two stones just now. There weren’t a lot of top-quality magic gemstones on the Holy Continent. Because of this, Wizard Morton was even more certain that Abel would eventually beco a prodigy amongst the wizards.
The interdiate gemstone in the middle suddenly shattered into pieces. With a tap of his finger, Wizard Morton produced a rune in the middle of the air. One of the stones in Abel’s hands was teleported to the middle of the hexagon-shaped magic circle.
When the interdiate gemstone was replaced by a top-quality gemstone, the outer layer of the magic defense circle changed its color. It was white before, but now it has changed into a shade of bright red.
Wizard Cliff hasn’t stopped casting “blizzard” this entire ti. When the falling snow and hail dropped on top of the red barrier, they suddenly evaporated into mist. Soon, they disappeared and lost all the impact that they carried.
Top-quality gemstones were often used to power up large-sized magic circles. For magic circles about the size of a, say, headquarter of a big organization, they would usually be powered with interdiate gemstones. When the situation beca extre (e.g., in the middle of an invasion), that’s when the interdiate gemstones were replaced with top-quality gemstones.
To put things in perspective, If one big defense circle was enough to cover up an area as big as a city, how thick would it be if it was only covering around the Morton Magic Tower? Wizard Cliff could try to break through it as much as he wanted to, but he would probably die of exhaustion first.
Wizard Cliff decided to stop casting the “blizzard” spell. He knew exactly how the defense circle worked. While the people made so improvents to it, the system was still the sa one that Wizard Union provided.
But the Morton Magic Tower was still there. How could it be? Did Morton get so extra help from his disciple? Wizard Cliff wasn’t sure, so he took out at magic scroll from the portal bag on his waist.
“Magic Scroll! Has Cliff gone mad?” Wizard Morton gasped.
Abel was watching as well, “Sir, what’s a magic scroll?”
“Magic scrolls are made from high-ranked spiritual beasts using their skin like paper and their blood as ink. If you’re an advanced wizard or above, you can duplicate one of your spells in a magic scroll. Every ti you duplicate the sa spell, the level of that spell would be reduced by one, and the spell level that’s on the scroll would be the sa as that wizard.”
Abel was very surprised that sothing like this existed. So, for every ti that a spell was duplicated, the wizard that made it would have his level reduced by one. For the amount of ti and effort that was needed to increase your level by one, that just seed like a terrible trade-off.
However, low-level spells tend to have little to no effect at all. Because of this, no one would bother using a magic scroll to replicate low-tier spells. Because of how rare high-ranked spiritual beasts were, magic scrolls like these were often reserved for the very, very old wizards.
Yes, the only wizards that would use a magic scroll were the ones that were so old that they were on the verge of dying from natural causes. Apart from sacrificing themselves to protect their underlings, old wizards might also use this thod to extend their lifespan for just a bit longer (from their enemies, of course).
Just when Wizard Cliff was about to use his magic scroll, he was petrified by a powerful, imposing pressure not far from him. Soone was approaching him, and there wasn’t much of a distance between them.
Abel called out as he recognized the man, “Head commander Hoover!”
Wizard Morton sighed in relief, “Great. Now that Hoover’s here, Cliff isn’t going to attack the magic tower anymore.”
“Sir, is head commander Hoover just as powerful as an advanced wizard?” Abel asked dubiously.
“If you’re talking about a one-on-one scenario, then no. Hoover won’t have a lot of chances against Hoover, but he is a representative of the Duchy of Carl. He’s also the representative of the Blacksmith Union, which ans that if Cliff is brave enough to take him down, he will be targeted by the dwarves until the end of ti.”
“Wait,” Abel raised his brow, “One on one?” You an knights still have a chance against wizards?”
Now that’s an interesting question. While Abel was already an advanced knight, his defensive ability was nowhere enough to withstand the attack of an interdiate wizard. To be blunt, the word choice that Morton was using was, well, it felt kind of unreal to him.
“Well, you tell . How many knights are there in the Duchy of Carl? And after you’ve told , tell : how many of these knights could beco a head commander?”
Wizard Morton continued after pausing for a bit, “Here’s the answer to the first question: If we’re including both novice knights and official knights, there are over ten thousand knights in the Duchy of Carl. Out of all these n, only Hoover managed to beco a knight’s head commander. He beca one many years ago, mind you, and for the last few decades, there hasn’t been another head commander throughout the entire duchy.”
Abel continued to ask, “Yes, I understand. But a knight’s attack is very weak against a wizard’s defense.”
“It’s very simple, actually,” Wizard Morton explained, “For knight’s head commanders, it is very common for them to possess a few special offensive abilities. For Hoover, it’s a powerful move that allows him to charge towards his enemies.”
“If a wizard doesn’t use an “instantaneous movent” spell within Hoover’s twenty-ter range, he would have no way but to be forced into lee combat. Not just that, but once you get in Hoover’s range, he could attack you with his “resolved attack,” which is his normal attack that’s guided with his power of will. To put it simply, because of how strongly he feels for the occupation that he is in, he is granted the ability to convert his power of the will into a more efficient form of attacking.”
Abel finally understood now. Not just that, he understood Hoover’s ability much better than Wizard Morton. The charging ability that Morton described was called “charge,” which was a technique that belonged to the paladins.
Abel wasn’t sure how Hoover managed to learn “charge,” but there were two different possibilities that he could think of. One, he either learned it through practice or two, he got lucky one day and managed to pick it up on the spot. Nevertheless, it was one of the few paladin abilities that did not require one to worship the Holy Light.
Co to think of it, “charge” was kind of similar to the attacks that Abel’s skeletons could do. Since all of Rib Bones’ attacks would be buffed with death qi, there might be a chance to switch that into so kind of resolved attack. After all, while the two did not share the sa attribute, their properties were almost congruent.
If Abel could learn Hoover’s “charge,” the skeletons he summoned could also learn it as well. When the ti ca, the Rib Bones would be the sa as a weaker version of Hoover.
While Abel was having a chat with Wizard Morton, Wizard Cliff had a serious staredown with Hoover. He was about to use the magic scroll just then, but now he’s decided to put it back into his portal bag.
“Greetings, Wizard Cliff,” Hoover smiled, “My na is Hoover. I’ve co to send you my regards on behalf of the Blacksmith Union.”
Judging from the way Hoover spoke just then, he didn’t co here as a knight’s head commander. Instead, he was talking as a representative of the Blacksmith Union.
That was very sneaky of him. If you were to judge him only by his expressions and the way he was talking, you would never think that it was the sa man that displayed so much murderous intent earlier.
“Master Hoover,” Wizard Cliff said with a stiff smile, “You probably know this already, but Abel is our main suspect for the Keyen Magic Tower incident. I assure you, the Wizard Union will not give up on capturing him.”
Despite the smile that was on Hoover’s face, the tone of his voice conveyed nothing but disapproval, “Abel is a Master Blacksmith from our association, Wizard Cliff. If he was the culprit that you’ve claid him to be, I’m sure that we would know about it before anyone else does. With all due respect, sir, I must say that this conclusion you’ve reached is very questionable.”
Hoover spoke in a light-hearted tone, “I an, a level three wizard breaking through six magic towers? Or, if I were to word it differently, you’re talking about an incident where an amateur of magic, for whatever intent and purposes he might have, decided that one day, he’s going to destroy six magic towers all by himself. And not only did he want to do it, but he’s also managed to pull it off. Forgive for asking, but is that really what the Wizard Union thinks?”
Wizard Cliff said sternly, “The intelligence sector of the Wizard Union has conducted a full investigation on Abel. We have already co to a conclusion, Master Hoover. Please, do not challenge our decision.”
The air was starting to get tense. As a withering leaf flew between the two n, it was crushed by the imposing pressure that was released.
While watching, a strong emotion started surging up inside Abel. It wasn’t just Wizard Morton now. Even Hoover was protecting him with his own life. A decision had to be soo. Otherwise, all these people would be affected because of him.
Abel turned to ask Wizard Morton, “Can you bring out of the magic tower, sir?”
Wizard Morton sighed as he saw the determination in Abel’s eyes, “Okay, fine. It’s your decision anyway. Rember this, though: don’t be afraid of Cliff when you see him. He’s a dying old man, like . A few days. A few weeks. It doesn’t matter. It won’t be long before his days are due.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry for the trouble,” Abel said.
As Hoover was having a stand-off against Wizard Cliff, Wizard Morton and Abel teleported themselves behind him.
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