The ability to cast one-star spells without side effects is a distinctive feature of a novice mage, just like the ability of a mage apprentice to cast half-star spells without side effects.
But if you want to obtain the qualification of an elementary mage, this alone is far from enough.
Don't forget, fighting is just a casual method for the mage.
Being able to cast more destructive spells, no matter how exaggerated the amount of energy, means nothing. Alchemy bombs can easily achieve destructive power that mages cannot, but are they mages?
When evaluating a mage, the real focus lies in his understanding, familiarity, and creation of magic.
The threshold from magic apprentice to junior mage belongs to the low-level stages of "cognition", "learning" and "mastery".
It is equivalent to a student with excellent grades who can do Olympiad math questions, but it does not mean that he can become a teacher.
Therefore, the criteria for determining whether a person is a "mage apprentice" or an "elementary mage" include not only mental capacity, knowledge, but also "application"!
That is combination magic.
Rearrange two or more spells that have similar commonalities or mutually reinforcing each other to form the semi-innovative magic you want.
Only by flexibly "using" the magic knowledge that one has "mastered" can one be called a mage. Level: Elementary.
The mystery and greatness of the mage are therefore complete.
No one knows how the same spell will shine on different people.
"Blood Plague Raven" is a combination magic, derived from "Soul Magic·Soul-eating Insect", "Curse Magic·Soul-eating Black Raven" and the self-created "Flesh Magic·Scarlet Fury" that Lovett is very familiar with.
The target's vitality dispersed by the Scarlet Wrath through the Soul-eating Insects is lodged in the target's body. Through the soul-eating black crow's magic circuit, eggs are formed, using the vitality as nourishment, and hatch quickly.
The three are mixed to avoid each other's shortcomings.
Let flesh and blood bloom into a flock of crows flying in the sky!
These ravens are real, and they are creatures obtained by naval soldiers in "equivalent exchange" with their own flesh and blood.
Even the texture after roasting is no different from that of ordinary raven...
Looking at the crows slowly circling in the sky, outside the bay, behind a rock protruding out of the sea, Cloobi swallowed.
What a terrifying power this is?!
There was indelible horror in his eyes.
Even though he was equally confident in killing all these marines, he would never be able to do so lightly.
Even without understanding what Lovett had done, the marines' chests exploded and black crows rushed out.
Black symbolizes uncertainty and death, but the scene of a flock of ravens rushing out of a living person's chest with blood under the setting sun is somewhat sacred and poignant.
“Can’t understand!”
Croobie couldn't help but touch his chest, and there was a faint sting from the skin that had been bitten by the rock. This should have been an insignificant thing, but at this moment, it made his heart beat faster, fearing that a flock of ravens would burst out of his stomach.
"K...Brother Croobie..."
A fishman boy emerged with half his head from the water, trembling and screaming.
"Shh, don't make any noise! Let's go back now. We must tell the evil dragon boss about this."
"No, I mean...he's looking at us."
hiss……!!
Croobie's scalp went numb for a moment, and he turned his head. A face with a mask that could not be seen was very close to him.
"What a speed!"
His pupils shrank. This place is at least a hundred meters away from the beach, right?
However, how many seconds had passed since he lowered his head and raised his head?
Is there three seconds?
The peripheral vision swept across the sea surface, and a series of clear ripples rippled on the sea surface.
This is the ocean, there is no point of leverage, but the opponent relied on continuous super-high-speed pedaling to come all the way through the water.
Not only Lovett, but also the bodyguard next to him is not simple!
"Ready to fight!"
Under the cold gaze of the other party, a chill ran down Croobie's spine and he shouted loudly.
However, the next second, Lovett's voice sounded.
"Calm down, I'm not here to kill you."
"Um?"
Croobie looked down and couldn't help but take a breath.
On the chest of this masked man, a human face stretched the skin tightly. Although the layer of flesh and blood was not completely drilled out, he still recognized that this face belonged to Lovett!
Weird ability!
Under the chilling gazes of several fish people, the blurry face spoke slowly.
"Go back and tell the evil dragon that I will pay him a visit tomorrow and ask him to prepare more traps to make me happy..."
"certainly!"
Before they could get angry, Lovett continued: "The army of the 16th branch was destroyed here. Flying Squirrel will definitely send someone over to investigate. If he is afraid and runs away, remember that you must make way for me when you meet me in the future. Do you understand?"
If the dragon escapes, will it have to make way for you in the future?
As a fishman, make way for humans on the sea?
Croobie took a breath.
No need to think about it, even if the flying squirrel is right in front of you, the evil dragon will never back down!
This is not a way to provoke the general, but to use his pride in his fish-men clan to make a bet. He will never tolerate evil dragons looking down on humans.
"What a vicious guy!"
Croobie gritted his teeth and his eyes turned red.
In the Black Knight's hand, the photophone bug with an orange shell and black lines stared at him with wide eyes.
stare----
"Haha, don't say that, are you not afraid even if you don't see me?"
The face slowly disappeared, and Lovett said: "Now, you can go."
Croobie glanced at the compatriots around him. In addition to anger, there was also a hint of relief and relief in their eyes.
Not having to face a dangerous guy like Lovett obviously overshadowed their hatred for the death of their compatriots.
hateful!
Gritting his teeth secretly, he shook his head and jumped into the sea.
"Let's go back!"
…
Da da da!
With the sound of stampedes, the Black Knight returned to Lovett.
The phone bug was picked up and fed on vegetable leaves.
"In the final analysis, my confidence is different."
Looking at the direction in which the fish-man left, Lovett's eyes were indifferent.
If I were at the apprentice level before, I would definitely not let them go. Let alone allow them to leave. Just one of them would be enough to deliver a letter.
But no need to bother now.
The evil dragon won't run away anyway, so all he has to do is destroy his opponent.
It's the same morning and night.
The qualitative gap between one-star spells and half-star spells, even without the enhanced use of combined magic, is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
If the evil dragon can make a comeback with these murloc boys, Lovett is actually looking forward to it.
There is no mortal hatred between him and the evil dragon. It is just a daily process for the Necromancer to collect materials. If he fails, it will prove that he is still deficient. For the mage, this is more precious than any material.
Of course, if a mage relies on his proficiency and in-depth development of a certain spell to forcefully increase his mental energy consumption to increase his magic power, that is another situation.
The essence of the original spell has been changed, such as spell circuit, release priority, combination arrangement, etc. No matter how small it is, it can be regarded as an innovation based on the original basis, and it has the exclusive naming right.
It cannot be changed, but if the same effect takes effect repeatedly...
Common names: force, big, brick, fly!
It does not change the star rating of the spell itself.
This situation is very common. "Skeleton Resurrection" is a typical example of being thrown away by a powerful brick. It has been flying for tens of thousands of years and has never come down.
The more basic the spell, the more likely it is that it will be thrown away by powerful bricks.
"Well, with so many things to think about, why not do something serious?"
Putting the phone bug that had eaten and fallen asleep into his pocket, Lovett raised his left hand, and a black smoke cloud spread out.
rustle……
The black gloves printed with thorn patterns reached down under the support of the black sand, rolled up the mouse's body, and then the withered black sand quickly retracted it, throwing the body on the beach, and returned to the place where Lovett's left arm was severed.
"Let me Kangkang, what are you hiding?"
Wisps of pure white light floated up from the mouse's seven orifices, slowly shrinking and gathering under the influence of the spell, condensing into a sphere that exuded a hazy luster.
Then……
Poof!!
The cane struck mercilessly, knocking the soul light ball into pieces.
Soul Magic·Soul Search!
Searching for the soul means searching for it. If you don’t break the soul into pieces, what should you do if the good things are hidden?
Controlling the debris and dust to float in front of him, Lovett inspected them one by one.
"Tsk, tsk, it is indeed a bad thing."
The soul records the mouse's life in detail, and it is not surprising that there are all kinds of cocks, dogs, and thieves. Even though many things have been forgotten in the soul, leaving only a vague picture, the rest is amazing enough.
Instead of looking through them all, Lovett only looked for the latest images.
From the Navy Headquarters issuing an order to arrest him, to the rat betraying Jodi and collecting Mengka's benefits, and then the flying squirrel arrived.
"This is……!"
Suddenly, Lovett stopped looking and his pupils narrowed.
That was a conversation a few hours ago.
"Mouse, I received a report that traces of pirate activities were found in Kraer Village. Are you nearby right now? Don't come back in a hurry. Just drop by."
[Kral Village? Oops, the evil dragon has been discovered, right?!]
"I...I understand, Lieutenant General, please rest assured!"
Poof!
Lovett violently scattered the soul fragments with his hand, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"This idiot!"
too naive!
He was recuperating here without alerting anyone, not even the residents of Kelal Village knew about it.
Then why did the Flying Squirrel name the village of Kraer?
The only ones who can expose this location are the four fishmen who died here yesterday!
Obviously, before Colonel Mouse knew about it, Flying Squirrel had already sent people to this sea area to investigate secretly!
We even found out where the four missing fishmen went.
"What a flying squirrel! He is indeed a well-known veteran of the Navy Headquarters!"
Lovett had respect in his eyes.
Taking advantage of the world's understanding of evil dragons, he was convinced that the mice appeared because they were bribed by the evil dragons to seek revenge, so they could not be linked to him.
But in fact, he already knows everything that happens here, sitting on the mountain and watching the fight between tigers and tigers.
A dragnet has been laid behind the scenes, waiting for the snipe and the clam to fight.
If he wasn't a normal person and had mastered the means of searching for souls, he might not even understand what went wrong when he was arrested.
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Thanks to book friend ~Blue Flame of Fire~ for the 500 reward, thank you for your support!
These two chapters have been stitched and mended for more than two hours, but I am still not satisfied with it. This is the best state so far. Dashu is helpless and vomiting blood!
