The important reason why Xiao Chen dared to go deep into the forest and attack the goblin camp to rescue people was the second scroll he got from the magician's mansion last time. In the first scroll, he felt the power of water, and in this scroll, he felt the power of fire.
After nearly drowning himself the last time he used the scroll, he carefully studied the second scroll and found that he could not use this scroll normally.
To use the scroll, the caster only needs to input mental power along the magic circle. But Xiao Chen's mental power is too unstable. If other people's mental power is like good children walking along the road, his mental power is like a group of troublemakers, always jumping up and down and making trouble.
By chance in the library, Xiao Chen found a method that had never been used before, which was to use controllable mental power to guide out the more violent and uncontrollable mental power, making use of waste and increasing its power. However, this was like a group of naughty children, who rushed into the scroll with a group of mountain kings. No one could tell what would happen.
This method of use is extremely dangerous and wasteful. The unknown water magic may have been ingenious and exquisite. However, his mental power tore the structure apart and finally turned it into a simple flood. It is estimated that the best result of using this fire magic scroll is to set the whole body on fire. At that time, the enemy may not be burned, but he will definitely be the first to be scorched.
However, Xiao Chen firmly believed that "nothing is difficult if one sets his mind to it." He still thought of a workaround...
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Xiao Chen, Zhang Sicheng and Ye Zi took advantage of the chaos in the goblin camp and quietly sneaked to a section of the wall not far from the camp gate. Ye Zi held a spear and was on guard. Zhang Sicheng stuck the scroll on his arrow and got ready to draw his hunting bow.
Xiao Chen stroked the scroll with his hand, closed his eyes, and let his mental power rush to the scroll. In an instant, the scroll lit up a faint red, and a scorching wave of air was released from the scroll. Xiao Chen did not stop. While he was pouring power into the scroll, he used his powerful mental power to restrict and compress this power inside the scroll. He felt that time was passing very slowly and for a long time. He seemed to be a blacksmith, constantly hammering a piece of steel billet, trying to integrate all his spirit into it, again and again, over and over again, the red metal slowly took shape under his arms that were swinging hard.
Zhang Sicheng and Ye Zi were both amazed at the strange ability Xiao Chen displayed. A piece of paper became brighter and hotter in his hand, like a dazzling sun.
Zhang Sicheng felt like he was standing in front of a blast furnace in a steelmaking workshop, sweat pouring down his body like rain. Even with gloves on, the heat from the aluminum alloy arrow shaft made his hands feel like they were being burned.
About half a minute later, Xiao Chen felt a splitting headache. He knew that his mental strength had reached its limit and would soon be unable to suppress the power gathered by the scroll. He pulled his hand away and shouted, "Shoot far!"
As soon as Zhang Sicheng loosened his grip, the arrow shaft and the scroll flew into the air. He didn't bother to look at the flying arrow in the sky. He quickly dropped the hunting bow that was about to become a grill, pulled down his gloves, and inserted his burned fingers into the water bottle he carried with him.
"What exactly is this 'scroll'? What effect will it have?" Ye Zi asked, looking at the top of the wall.
Xiao Chen took a breath and looked at the sharp corner of the wall, as if he was also looking for an answer.
Suddenly, there was a dull explosion from inside. Then there were screams one after another, and the night sky instantly turned red...
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In fact, the one who saw everything most clearly among all the people was Shi Hao who was on the high ground. He saw Zhang Sicheng bend his bow and shoot out a red meteor, which gradually turned into a fireball in the air. The fireball passed through almost the entire goblin camp, landed at the back of the camp, and then turned into a huge fireball that engulfed half of the camp.
Fire waves swept across, fire dragons raged, and fire rained down.
The oil depot explosion in the movie was no different.
The hellfire and shock waves swept through the houses, turning them into pieces, and swept through the creatures, turning them into charcoal. This didn't look like a few people fighting goblins, it was simply something that only bombers in modern warfare could do. The goblins, who were already in a mess, completely collapsed now. No one cared about the shaman being attacked, no one cared about the blood sacrifice ceremony, all the goblins either fled in all directions or turned into burning corpses.
Shi Hao didn't even bother to hide. He stood up and looked at the goblin camp stupidly, muttering to himself, "Did they really do this?"
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"Did we really do this?... It's too tragic." When Ye Zi kicked away a fleeing goblin and rushed into the camp gate, he saw that there were only five pillars and a lot of goblins trampled to death on the empty square. All the goblin houses were burning, and the flames had begun to spread to the walls.
Some goblins rushed into the fire to get back their property, some went crazy and hacked each other, and more goblins rushed out of the door and fled into the mountains. Perhaps they were not smart enough and were timid, so they could not understand what was happening, and they just instinctively wanted to get as far away from the disaster as possible.
Xiao Chen and Zhang Sicheng followed behind Ye Zi, and their faces looked very ugly when they saw this scene.
Flames shot up into the sky and corpses were everywhere.
There were many corpses of goblin children on the ground. Zhang Sicheng closed his eyes and said, "Our plan... wasn't to create some chaos? I didn't expect..."
Xiao Chen patted him on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "We are just trying to survive and save people. Let's go, put them down quickly!"
Xiao Chen and his companions rushed to the square. No one paid attention to the fleeing goblins, and the goblins ignored them altogether.
"Professor Lin!" The old professor's head was tilted to one side, his face fixed in extreme pain. As soon as Xiao Chen loosened the rope, he fell down.
"How is the professor?" Zhang Sicheng rescued Li Tianrui and Zhao Rui, and saw Xiao Chen sitting on the ground holding Professor Lin, so he hurried over to ask.
Xiao Chen laid Professor Lin flat on the ground and shook his head, "He didn't make it. He was the one closest to the center of the explosion. He was too old and couldn't withstand the impact."
"I... If I could shoot the arrow farther, maybe I wouldn't..." Zhang Sicheng knelt beside Professor Lin and said with his head down.
“The noise just now... was it caused by you guys?” Li Tianrui was far away from the explosion site and was not seriously injured. He looked at the raging fire with an expression of disbelief on his face.
"Teacher!" Zhao Rui was also in a miserable state. His already swollen face was blackened by smoke, and there was a streak of blood around his mouth. He threw himself on Professor Lin and sobbed, "Teacher, you... you were killed by your own people."
"Hey, they just rescued us. How can you be so ungrateful?" Li Tianrui couldn't stand it anymore.
"They were the ones who abandoned us in the forest, they were the ones who made us wait for death until we were attacked, and they were the ones who caused the explosion that killed the teacher. I said they killed the teacher, what's wrong with that?" Zhao Rui raised his head, pointed at himself, and said relentlessly: "Also, isn't my current miserable state also due to them?"
Li Tianrui was far less eloquent than Zhao Rui. He wanted to refute but didn't know how to start. He looked at Xiao Chen's disdainful face and Zhang Sicheng's self-blame, neither of whom had the intention to refute. He could only sigh and walked over to the two and said, "I owe you two my life."
Xiao Chen then raised his head, stared at Zhao Rui who was glaring at him and said, "I hope you can see the bigger picture. I will take on my responsibilities. Nothing is more important than evacuating right now. If you don't know what to say, just shut up."
"You bastard." Zhao Rui was angered by Xiao Chen's cold tone and was about to punch Xiao Chen in the face. Xiao Chen was about to teach him a lesson, but Zhao Rui's fist was pulled back halfway through. Ye Zi came over with two rescued locals. One of them had a silver thread on his fingertips, which was wrapped around Zhao Rui's forearm, preventing his fist from moving forward even a little bit.
"This... what's so weird about this?" Zhao Rui struggled hard, trying to drag the man over, but he didn't expect that no matter how hard he tried, the other end of the silk thread seemed to be fixed on the wall, and he couldn't move the man at all.
The man looked at Zhao Rui, whose face turned red as he was doing a tug-of-war action. Suddenly, he pulled his hand back and the thread disappeared. Zhao Rui exerted too much force and fell to the ground. The man didn't even look at Zhao Rui. He walked straight to Xiao Chen, bowed slightly, and said in Chinese with a strange accent: "Respected magician, thank you for saving my life. I, Morey Vargas of Moncayo, am willing to repay you to the best of my ability."
When Xiao Chen saw how he subdued Zhao Rui, he was puzzled and asked, "Are you also a magician?"
"I am an alchemist, not a real magician. I can only use some tricks to teach people a lesson. Otherwise, I would not have been captured by these goblins." He looked at the burning camp and asked, "I can feel your powerful magic power. Are you at least a high-level wizard?"
Xiao Chen didn't know how to answer this question, so he could only say, "My magic power is limited, otherwise I wouldn't be in such a mess today."
"You are too modest."
Xiao Chen didn't want to get entangled, so he asked, "How come you can speak the language of my distant homeland?"
"Ah? I didn't expect you to come from such a faraway place. There are still countries that use this ancient language as the common language." Morey looked at him curiously. "In our country, 'Magic Language' is an ancient language that only magicians, alchemists and some nobles learn in order to understand the ancient classics. The 'Magic Language' you speak is so pure. I hope to have a chance to learn from you."
Learn from me? Xiao Chen was a little excited. Morey was the first person he met who could use magic. He admitted that his magic skills were not very high and he was very grateful to him. He was obviously a more suitable person to inquire about the situation. This slightly relieved the depression caused by Professor Lin's death. He thought that if he took this person back, he might be able to get a lot of secrets related to magic. So he nodded and said, "I am willing to communicate with you. It's my honor!"