Chapter 212 Create elements and complete the assessment
Lu Zhengkang experimented with the Fire Tongue spell and repeated it several times to no avail.
As a rough estimate, there are four possibilities.
First, the pronunciation is wrong, and Lu Zhengkang’s spoken Nordic is very poor.
Secondly, the possibility of failing to achieve resonance is really high.
Thirdly, the language is wrong. It is really impossible that it cannot be used in Nordic. It is written in Nordic, and even if Lu Zhengkang used Gaoyan dialect, it would not help.
Fourth, Birna made a mistake in translation.
The troll man is quite scratching his head. There is another possibility, that is, he must use the energy of the magic center to make things difficult for me?
There are always more methods than problems. Lu Zhengkang returned to the tavern to study with Jonas.
Unexpectedly, the Brighton boy succeeded in one try.
When Lu Zhengkang asked him how he felt, Jonas explained for a long time that he couldn't say how he succeeded. In short, his Fire Tongue Technique was very complete.
Looking at the ball of fire in the boy's hand, Lu Zhengkang fell silent.
It is said that Brighton people are born poets, poetry reverberates in their body cavities, and can be brought into various contexts almost naturally.
When reciting the mantra, the mind and body should resonate.
Perhaps it's time to throw away your rationality and embrace romanticism.
In an idealistic world, sensibility often surpasses reason, and philosophy often has more authority than theorems.
"The world of light is above, annihilation is below, the elements gather, and the flames grow."
Magical energy is another dimension under the world, and magic is the transformation of the projected light of the magical energy phenomenon.
Use the frequency of thought to affect the frequency of magic energy.
The world of light is above.
The light realm is the divine realm, the origin of all possibilities.
Annihilation below.
Annihilation is the devil's world, the burial place of all possibilities.
The elements come together.
It is also a gathering of possibilities.
Fire grows.
Feel the flame, observe the flame, the flame is always there, flowing in the soul of life.
Pick up a piece of magic energy, shape it, shape it.
In Lu Zhengkang's eyes, the world is a tidal ocean, and he is a small boat, swimming in peace and tranquility without thoughts.
I can't remember the color or the shape, I can only feel some kind of vigorous power.
Flames appeared before his eyes.
The boy looked at the little elf in front of him in amazement.
The flames shaped a beautiful and elegant female figure, with golden-red magma flowing on her skin as black and translucent as obsidian. It flowed out from the gaps in the body. When she appeared, the fire pit in the tavern became blazing.
Although this guy is small, he is indeed alive.
The troll created a foot-tall fire elemental.
Lu Zhengkang opened his eyes, still absent-minded. The small flame element flew gracefully in the air, and his slender legs left a trail of flames, like the dance language of a swarm of bees.
"So beautiful..."
Lu Zhengkang slowly came back to his senses and looked at the flame element.
The troll tentatively stretched out his palm, and the elegant elemental elves flew and danced in his palm.
Before he could speak more in the future, the shape of the flame element began to shrink. It was because the magic energy delivered by Lu Zhengkang was not enough.
The elemental spirit could not speak, but its movements were startled and frightened, scurrying around like a lost butterfly. The next moment, a flash of light appeared in Lu Zhengkang's palm, and the flame element disappeared.
The boy's tone suddenly dropped, "Sir, is she dead?"
"No."
Lu Zhengkang felt the situation in the pure land in his palm. There was a small sun in the dark void, and his mother's tears were shining like pearls.
But it is the flame element that stabilizes the space-time structure of the Pure Land to a certain extent, or in other words, promotes this process.
Due to the characteristics of time stasis, except for the magic energy scattered everywhere that is lit by the fire, everything else will not be affected.
Lu Zhengkang frowned, he had to learn frost magic as soon as possible, otherwise his tears would really evaporate.
"Sir, where has she gone?"
"She is resting." A muffled voice came from under the black hood, muddy and dragging, as if there was some kind of cold undertone and a familiar feeling.
The boy lowered his head and trembled slightly.
"how?"
"Nothing, sir, let's go find Farauda for the assessment."
"That's fine." Lu Zhengkang planned to buy some spell books from the dark elf mage, especially the frost spells.
When I walked out of the room, the boss said hello behind the counter and asked if the food was delicious.
Lu Zhengkang didn't eat, but Jonas tasted a little of each, especially the thick soup. After drinking it all, the boy bowed slightly and said, "It's delicious. Thank you."
The boss burst into laughter, and the other men in the tavern also burst into laughter. Birna's alcoholic brother pointed at Lu Zhengkang and said loudly: "Oh! Friends, this is a distinguished guest of my sister's shop!"
"Hahaha!"
The boy was so overwhelmed by the situation that he froze. The troll didn't wait for him and went straight ahead.
The long strings of the lute sounded a few times, and a bard began to sing a familiar ancient song.
"Ragnar the Red"
"Oh, there once was a hero named Ragnar the Red, who rode proudly from Loristed to Snowrun!
“All the way, I boasted about having experienced hundreds of battles, showing off my sword and gold coins!
"But then he became mute, all because Shield Girl Tilma said:
"'Oh, you kept bragging and drank all my wine, now I'm going to kill you!'
"The swords clashed with each other, the brave Tirma was full of fighting spirit!
"Ragnar the braggart can no longer brag...for his ugly head has reared its head!"
This sudden black humor startled the boy. For some reason, he was absent-minded today.
Lu Zhengkang also vaguely noticed something strange about Jonas at this time, but the child's psychology was too chaotic and disordered for him to understand.
"Walk."
The boy was brought back to life by a call, and he hurriedly took two steps to get behind the troll.
After leaving the tavern, the singing and the sound of the piano still did not stop.
The more depressing a place is, the more joyful it is.
Once again, I met the familiar guards on a familiar street. They stopped outside the tavern and turned their heads to listen to the laughter and singing. Their bodies were as tall and tall as cedar trees. The boy looked back at their backs. In such a windy and snowy land, they were so gentle.
The light illuminates the outline, like a towering memorial column.
Stepping onto the stone bridge, Jonas walked very carefully this time, not letting Lu Zhengkang help him and not slipping under his feet. He seemed to be a bit familiar with it.
Lu Zhengkang lowered his head and looked at the boy's shoes, which were very worn-out fur shoes. The pants were not the old mage's, but the boy's own. They had been washed and dried. Although they still fit, they were also very dirty.
"When you have free time after school, go to the grocery store to buy clothes and wear them better. Do you understand?"
"...Okay sir." The boy hesitated for a moment, nodded, and smiled.
The troll man shook his head secretly, the little cub was very awkward, maybe he was reluctant to say goodbye.
Faraudah was still standing in the shadow of the vault, still rubbing a ball of red fire in her hands, swimming in her palms like a liquid and illuminating her face.
"You're back? It's very fast, it's impressive, really. Now all you have to do is release a Fire Tongue spell on this mark on the ground."
The dark elf pointed at the Winterhold College logo on the ground, a round stone tablet engraved with the five-pointed sun eye rune.
Jonas bowed slightly to show respect to Faraudah, then recited a spell softly, raised his right hand, and slowly ignited a flame in the palm of his hand. Sparks exploded and flew everywhere. The boy pointed his hand towards the mark, and a pillar of fire shot out. On the stone tablet
The runes lit up with a blue magical aura, and the flames could not lose even a little bit.
"Very talented! Very talented!"
The dark elf nodded and looked at Lu Zhengkang again. The troll man shook his head and said nothing.
"Don't you want to join the academy?"
"There's not enough time, I have other things to be busy with."
"Don't force it," Faraudah expressed understanding, and then smiled at the boy, "Please come with me, apprentice. When you get to the academy, one of our senior mage will lead you around and arrange your room and daily chores.
