"Winston, I have read your personal information," I heard the new Master of the Mage Tower, Alan York, continue to say, "If I remember correctly, you have always regarded fire magic as your main research direction. Then you
You should know the magical principles of fireball, right?"
Winston nodded and replied: "Through magic spells, the fire element in the air is compressed into a small space, and then the magic power is converted into heat energy, causing the fire element to heat up rapidly in a short period of time.
"Then, we use spells to release these fire elements, and they will quickly react with the air, producing extremely violent explosions, instantly bursting out with huge energy."
Allen nodded, approving his answer, and then asked: "So what was your main idea when you designed this spell to fire five fireballs in a row?"
Winston replied: "This spell of mine can compress and heat five times the amount of fire elements at one time, thus greatly reducing the time required to recite the spell."
"But, Winston, have you ever considered that the difficulty of compressing twice the amount of fire elements in a closed space is completely different from compressing five times the amount of fire elements in a closed space?" Allen frowned slightly.
Wrinkle pointed out the problem, "During this process, the heat can easily leak out?"
"I have considered it," Winston lowered his head and replied with some embarrassment, "but with my own ability, it is still difficult to completely solve this problem."
Allen smiled and said ruthlessly: "That's true. For a third-level magician, it is indeed impossible to completely solve this problem."
When saying this, Allen apparently once again forgot that he was also a third-level magician.
"Please give me some advice, Mr. York," Winston said politely.
Allen didn't speak immediately.
He stretched out his hand and muttered a spell in a low voice, and then a dazzling orange fire appeared in his palm.
Winston could see that what Allen used was the fireball continuous spell he had developed himself - every word in the magic spell and the trajectory of the energy were consistent with those in the paper.
The description is spot on.
At the same time, Winston could also feel that the temperature in the room seemed to have increased a lot.
"Mr. York is right," he thought to himself, "my spell does cause a lot of heat loss."
However, in the next few seconds, Winston suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at the fire in Allen's hand attentively, not daring to be distracted for a moment.
Because at this moment, he clearly saw that the spell had undergone subtle changes in the hands of Alan York.
Around this fireball, an invisible barrier seemed to appear, blocking the loss of heat.
But the most critical problem is that Winston realized that he could not understand the principle of this barrier at all.
The young master of the mage tower in front of him, who is not yet twenty years old, actually has such a profound understanding of the principles of magic!
Winston sighed, feeling that he had lived for decades in vain.
"You should know that all magic elements in the world are composed of light elements and dark elements," Allen was heard to explain, "and the heat contained in the fire element is actually the radiation of the light element.
"If we want to prevent the loss of heat, then we only need to find a way to reflect the radiation of the light element."
In the next few minutes, Alan described his method of improving the spell to Winston in detail.
Winston listened carefully, nodded repeatedly, and was deeply impressed by Alan's unconstrained ideas.
Every magician knows that all magical elements in the world are composed of light elements and dark elements.
However, when solving practical problems, people often only pay attention to superficial phenomena, but few people think about it from such an essential level.
Perhaps, only a magician like this tower master who majors in dark magic can consider everything from the elements of light and dark!
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However, at this moment, Allen suddenly had an idea in his mind, and a new idea came to his mind:
The magical elements in the world are composed of light elements and dark elements.
These magical elements, under certain conditions, can be re-decomposed into light elements and dark elements, and at the same time release a large amount of energy.
Just like nuclear fission in the previous life——
The heavier nucleus splits into two or more atoms of smaller mass.
So, can he use the characteristics of magic elements to develop a new magic spell or a new powerful weapon?
If tons of magic elements are split at the same time, will the energy they release cause a devastating blow to the invading enemies?
If this idea is feasible, then he will have a new secret weapon when dealing with the Church of Light, and he will have a better chance of winning.
Thinking of this, Allen's eyes suddenly became particularly bright.
He made a prompt decision and immediately planned to conduct an experiment to confirm his guess.
So, under the gaze of Winston Lance, the fireball in Allen's hand suddenly became particularly dazzling, like a rising sun, making him unable to open his eyes.
Then, there was a loud "rumbling" sound, like thunder, which shocked Winston's eardrum.
Winston's vision became blurry, and he was choked by the thick smoke and sneezed several times.
Vaguely, he could only see a rising mushroom cloud, swallowing up the entire office like a ferocious beast.
The huge energy filled in the air seemed to be about to tear his body into pieces.
Winston began to tremble.
At this moment, he clearly smelled the breath of death.
But in the next second, when the billowing heat wave hit his face, an invisible barrier blocked Winston's front, making him unharmed in this violent explosion.
However, this spacious and bright office seemed to have been burned by fire and became a mess.
"Sorry, Winston," Alan York's apologetic voice sounded in his ears, "I may have frightened you with this little experiment."
As Allen spoke, he waved his hand gently, and the ruin-like office returned to its original clean and tidy appearance.
Winston still stood there, feeling his legs were weak and speechless for a moment.