"Xika!" Salin pushed open the door and walked out. Hearing Xika's words, he couldn't help it. WWw. QuANbEn-XiAoShUo. Com
Fearon suddenly laughed and said, "Don't worry, I won't charge you."
"Really?" Sika's eyes widened, and Feren saw his own image in those eyes, extremely pure and clear.
"Really." Feren turned and walked towards his laboratory, saying as he walked: "You all can come too."
Faerun's voice was heard in every room, and the magicians rejoiced. Being able to observe the great magician's weapon repair process with his own eyes is much more important than participating in experiments. As soon as Feren finished speaking, the magicians ran out of the room regardless of their appearance, and some of them didn't even wear magic robes.
The yard soon became deserted, and only Nelisse was left alone. She was still barefoot, her feet were in the snow without any warmth. The snow started to fall again, falling on her face and arms, no longer melting.
These humans are really boring.
Sika's stick was placed on the experimental table. The stick was dark and the length was close to Sika's height. Recently, Sika has started to pay attention to hygiene, and the dark purple blood stains on the stick are no longer there, and they have been wiped clean.
Feren didn't speak, his eyes stayed on Sikka's weapon. This stick is made from the bones of ancient monsters and is harder than refined steel. Fearon could see, however, that cracks had formed between the natural patterns on the surface of the stick. Even without using Figaro's formula, he could roughly see that the internal structure of the stick had begun to collapse.
This structural disintegration may take a long time to manifest, and may occur in the next battle. No matter how strong the weapon is, if it is not repaired for a long time, it will end up like this sooner or later.
Fearon quickly checked the internal structure of the stick and had a general understanding of the weapon. Then he used the restraint technique again to make the stick levitate in mid-air. Then he took out a metal block and placed it under the stick. This metal block was one of the more than 3,000 metal blocks that Ferran used to practice Figaro's formula.
After placing the first metal block, Ferran took out the second one and carefully placed it in another position.
All mages knew that Faerun did it so slowly to let everyone see more clearly. The mages stared at Faerun's movements, for fear of missing every detail.
In Salin's eyes, he saw the meaning of every movement of Faerun. These metal blocks are stacked one by one to form a branch variation of Figaro's formula. As this formula was gradually improved, the arrangement of elements around the stick gradually changed. This is not a magic circle, nor is it alchemy. This is mending in the purest sense, just as one drinks water when thirsty and eats when hungry.
This kind of repair may not be as fast as the magic circle, but it will not change the properties and structure of the weapon. Everything is natural.
It took Feren more than an hour to place more than three thousand metal blocks. The onlookers were thoughtful. No one could understand the whole process, but they could understand some answers they had never thought of from a certain fragment.
Salin did not waste energy on deducing the original arrangement of this formula. If he wanted to learn it, he could use his soul projection to learn it in the necklace, and the effect would be much better than here. What he noticed was the change in Shikar's stick.
After Feilun determined the position of the metal block, he began to take out pieces of materials and added them to this strange module.
The magicians' eyes widened even more, and their hearts began to bleed when they saw the materials that Faerun had put in.
That... seems to be the Dragon Turtle Corner, right? And that piece of calcite, I seem to have never heard of it. Why is it in color? This powder? What kind of monster bones are they? No, it's bone marrow powder, or golden.
Saleen was also a little surprised. The materials Faerun invested were too precious. It was not worth it for a warrior's weapon. These materials can be used to make more high-level magic props, and some can even be used as materials for holy weapons.
These materials do not need to be manipulated, and are turned into the most basic elements in the module space, entering from the cracks on the surface of the stick into the interior, repairing the scars of the weapon bit by bit.
It turns out that weapons are also alive. Salin suddenly understood why Sikka could manipulate such a heavy weapon, as if he was wielding a straw. This weapon has become one with Sikka, as if it is part of the body.
If repaired in other ways, the stick may become stronger, but it will no longer be one piece with the sika.
No matter how powerful the equipment is, it is not as good as your own hands. If the user cannot understand everything about the equipment, the user will gradually rely on the power of the equipment, and eventually be assimilated by this power and lose himself.
If a magician relies on a certain prop, the end result is that he or she will be blinded. Because even artifacts are not perfect, when you think the power of the equipment is correct, you will lose your heart of exploration. This is the most fatal injury to a magician.
All the elements decomposed from the materials were quickly absorbed, and then, Faerun did something that even Salin could not accept. His finger tapped lightly on a metal block, and a chain reaction immediately occurred throughout the module. More than three thousand metal blocks actually began to decompose themselves and attached themselves to the stick, as if adding a layer of armor to the stick.
There was silence in the magic laboratory, but every mage felt the violent impact in his heart, as if a meteorite had fallen on the ground, bringing with it an invisible impact that shook everyone's soul.
The golden metal block formed a thick layer of elements and contracted violently into the stick. Before the elements absorbed inside the stick were digested, they were shaken apart by the pressure and sprayed out.
Attacked from both inside and outside, the fragile stick did not collapse. Instead, it miraculously merged the two powers together and swallowed up the huge elemental power.
Bang!
The repaired stick hit the table heavily, and Feren sat down tiredly. The state was as if Salin had used up his family crest, and he no longer had any strength left. There was a look of surprise in his eyes.
"gentlemen!"
Everyone in the room exclaimed, but Salin was the only one who was not worried. Faerun actually learned the secret of elemental transformation because he helped Sika repair the weapon. Look, the princess's mansion will soon have an additional magician.
Salin felt ashamed when he remembered that he had been feeling sorry for those metal pieces just now. To a magician, these are all external things. Fearon must have thought of this a long time ago, so he could do this without any distractions.
Destroying a set of precious props in exchange for understanding the truth is something I would do if I were the one. It's a pity that he can't understand these skills, but Faerun's behavior has pointed out a way for him to advance in the future.
Saleen looked around at the low-level mages in the magic laboratory. All eight mages looked at Faerun nervously, and no one cared about the weapons that fell on the table. Saleen sighed in his heart, no wonder these people were kept by Faerun and allowed to live in this courtyard. Although these mages are only at level three, and there is even one at level two, their hearts are very pure.
A mage like Lynch is not even qualified to enter this courtyard.
"Lord Faerun!" Sika looked worriedly at Faerun sitting on the chair, a little apologetically.
Feilun took a breath, smiled happily, and said, "I'm fine. How much do you understand?"
The eight mages were a little embarrassed. Although Faerun did it very slowly, the things he expressed were too complicated. Although everyone had gained a lot, they knew that they had not absorbed even one percent of Faerun's performance.
Faerun saw it in his eyes and comforted him: "Although the truth is far away, you have already grasped the direction. As long as you don't lose your heart, you will get closer... Sikka, take a look at your weapons."
"Yeah." Sika happily picked up her stick. The stick did not change in volume, but the color changed to bronze, and the pattern on the surface did not change.
After getting the weapon, Sikka immediately felt relieved. This stick still feels very familiar, as light as weight in the hand.
"Xika, although the texture of this weapon has changed, its properties are the same. But in the future, you can still exert its power even without the help of the Warcraft Spirit."
"Ah?" After hearing what Feren said, Sikka waved her stick and made gestures on the spot. The magicians dodge one after another. They all know how powerful this weapon is, and low-level magic shields may not be able to block it.
"Really!" Sika exclaimed excitedly. She was not familiar with the power in the stick, but she could barely use it. It felt more powerful than the original Warcraft spirit.
Feren looked at Sika with a smile. He liked people with pure hearts. In this regard, Salin was slightly inferior to Sika.
"Sir, Sikka..." Salin was a little embarrassed. Although Ferun made huge gains by helping Sikka, the materials he gave were too precious. Feren may not care about these, but he cannot turn a blind eye. Should we compensate Faerun with something
But Faerun's set of metal blocks cannot be measured in terms of money.
"Salin, just think of this as my respect for your teacher." Faerun smiled and looked at Salin.
When Faeron mentioned Jason, Saleen felt warm in his heart. In this world, there are still people who care about themselves and protect themselves. For example, teachers, Sika, and Faerun.
These cannot be bought with money, nor can they be measured by any benefits.
"Salin, you don't have to worry. Your teacher will be fine. The magic tower is dangerous, but it can't trap a strong man like him. Although Su Fangsuo was only slightly injured, he will definitely be hurt if he offends your teacher in the future. I have trouble sleeping and eating, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to continue to advance. Don't worry about this matter, otherwise you will end up with the same fate as him."
"I understand, sir..."
"As long as I understand, you all can stay. Don't waste this opportunity. I'm going to rest." Feren said, standing up from the chair and walking towards the back tiredly.
The eight magicians suddenly woke up after listening to Faerun's reminder. Although all the metal modules have disappeared, the elemental fluctuations on the test platform have not disappeared. Take this opportunity to continue to experience it. No matter how much you experience, it is an extremely valuable experience.
"Master, Master!" Nailis shouted in the yard, and Salin was angry. People were learning the secrets of magic, and Nailis was very rude to make such a noise. He walked out of the laboratory quickly and saw Nairis huddled on the steps, looking at him pitifully.