The Lord of Thunder let out a long sigh. Another sigh, another sigh. Of the two disciples, Philby looked confused, and she also looked worried about the aftermath of the disaster.
Gretel, Gretel was trembling and almost shrank behind his little girlfriend... Oh, I made a mistake, she was not his little girlfriend, she was already my fiancée.
The Lord of Thunder swallowed his fourth sigh and put on a smile that could barely be considered kind.
Turning his hand over, a small, beautifully decorated shell box appeared in his hand: "Serila? You are engaged. The teacher is outside and did not arrive. This is a little gift prepared by your teacher's wife. Take it and play with it." He said softly With a push, the small box levitated and flew towards Cerela silently.
Serila grabbed it and before opening it, she could already feel the abundant magical power inside. She smiled brightly and said, "Hey! Thank you both!" She happily held the box in her hands and took a step back. , stood behind Gretel.
Weigh it again and again, trying to control yourself and not open the box and look at the gift on the spot: this is so rude!
The congratulatory gifts from the legendary mage and the elf princess must be good things! Put it up and watch it slowly with Gretel when you get back to the Mage Tower!
Things can't escape, right? If the Lord of Thunder has a good impression of her, he will take more care of Gretel, right?
When this gift was handed out, the atmosphere at the scene subtly relaxed a little. The Lord of Thunder nodded to the silver dragon girl, and then turned his attention to Gretel: This kid must know something.
No, he may not know the details, but he must know that the experiment he showed Philby was very dangerous, very dangerous, very, very dangerous.
So, are you willing to tell the truth? Before he could give an honest explanation, another disciple spoke first.
Archmage Philby slowly raised her body, her face was still pale, but the sweat on her face was not so much. She whispered: "Grete showed me an experiment, a very strange experiment... I can't figure it out. ...Although I couldn't figure it out, I simulated the attack magic based on what I felt..." She lowered her eyes, concentrated slightly, and raised her hand.
As soon as everyone's vision lit up, a snow-white lightning emerged out of thin air, split into two, then closed in front, and landed on a fixed point in the void.
The Lord of Thunder's eyes suddenly brightened. He subconsciously took a step forward and stared at the trace of lightning, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly.
The mental power opened up again, touching the space inch by inch, minute by minute. The position of the shot, the trajectory of the movement, especially the position where the lightning suddenly separated...
"Hmm... interesting... come on, do it again!" With these words, Archmage Philby breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that even if she was scolded, she wouldn't be scolded too harshly.
She raised her hand, and another bolt of lightning flew out. This time, everyone around her
"Hey" once: the lightning doesn't branch!
"Missed?"
"No...it's not..." Archmage Philby was sweating slightly on her forehead. Just now, she clearly felt that the teacher's mental power was evenly dispersed in the surrounding space.
Soft, peaceful, and calm, like gossamer flying in the air, and like the water vapor that evaporates when a glass of water is poured into the room.
You can't see it, you can't even feel it if you're not careful, but it does exist... It seems that when the lightning passed by just now, it stopped branching when it was disturbed by mental power!
In desperation, she dodged and moved more than a hundred meters away from the range enveloped by the Lord of Thunder's mental power. Raising his hand again, another bolt of lightning flew out and branched again...
"You didn't miss this time?" A head stretched out from the side. It was Diamond, the golden dragon, with bright eyes and full of interest.
Archmage Philby had also seen this friend of the teacher. He glanced at the teacher and saw that there was no intention to stop him, so he searched his intestines and tried his best to answer: "It's not a mistake... it's interference... it's... mental power... …”
"This little mental power shouldn't disturb you?"
"No...it's this spell. It may be easily disturbed..."
"Then what's the use of it?" Archmage Philby was speechless. Turning around to find a helper, he saw Gretel holding his breath, almost standing on tiptoes, staring at the place where the lightning flashed, frowning.
Golden Dragon Diamond waited for a while, but when she didn't respond, he turned back and asked the Lord of Thunder: "What's so interesting about this magic? Can't it be forked? It sometimes works but sometimes doesn't work..."
"You don't understand!" The Lord of Thunder stared straight at the landing point of the second lightning bolt, repeatedly exploring and speculating.
Archmage Philby acted as a humanoid discharger, firing off lightning bolts one after another. It wasn't until her face turned pale again that she was allowed to stop, sit on the edge, and gnaw on the bread with jam in her hands.
The Lord of Thunder stepped into the void with his hands behind his back, walking around the space in circles. After a long time, he was finally satisfied and came back to ask: "Do you know what the principle of this magic is?" He shook his head.
"Spell model?"
"I imitated the movement of electrons and tried it myself. I haven't summarized the spell model yet..."
"Then what? You think you have mastered this spell, so you want to use this spell to try lightning jumping?" The Lord of Thunder paused for a moment, and then started to curse: "Are you stupid? No. If you understand the principle, will you dare to take risks?"
"What is the advantage of arcane magic over traditional magic? Isn't it just that there are principles, spell models, and even mathematical formulas to summarize them? Have you thrown all these away?"
"You don't study, don't calculate, just go there? Or do you go there yourself? That lightning didn't blow you to pieces, you are so lucky!" Archmage Philbi stood up straight, with her neck and torso almost forming a right angle. With his face parallel to the ground, he listened to the teacher's scolding honestly.
Gretel stood side by side with her, with the same posture, tensing his scalp, ready to face the storm: "And you! What is your senior sister here to do? As the person in charge of research, do you have a plan? Anything new If you can’t figure out the experiment yourself, why don’t you give it to your senior sister?”
"Teacher, I was wrong t_t"
"By the way, what is that experiment like? Take me over and have a look!"
"Wait, wait! Teacher!!" Gretel raised his head in horror. Senior Sister Philby took one look and disappeared. Fortunately, Teacher, you came and fished her out; Teacher, if you lost yourself, no one here can fish you out!
No, no, teacher, if you lose your temper and blow yourself up, the entire Mage Tower may be destroyed, and we will die with you!
"Teacher, can we slow down a little bit..." He was so anxious that his forehead was sweating and his vest was on fire. While he was trying to dissuade him, a ray of light cast from the sky came to his rescue: "Your Excellency, Lord of Thunder? Has His Excellency, Lord of Thunder, arrived?" ------------------It's the end of the month. , the last two days!
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