Level One Novice Wizard
Chapter 106: Level One Novice Wizard
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
"I never thought you would be able to draw level 1 novice wizard magic patterns so quickly. Congratulations, you have successfully advanced to a level 1 novice wizard!" Novice Wizard Sam said to Abel with a smile.
Abel suddenly felt the magic throughout his body through his heart. This energy was utterly different from combat qi. It wasn't as violent as combat qi. Instead, it had a soft and continuous texture like the flow of water.
"I will give you this box of Constitution potion" for you to use. Mana can cause harm to your body." Sam then handed Abel a box and said to Abel, "Now that you have mana, you will learn to use it. How you will go from there is all up to you. There are three main options: fire, ice, electricity, or, if you're a genius, you can choose multiple options."
Before Sam could finish explaining the paths, he couldn't control himself and seemingly glanced over at the young child in front of him. He was a pure genius! He then hesitantly said, "I chose to learn the fire spells. This element is very practical with a powerful force. But most importantly, fire spells are the only skill that can replenish its energy through the heat from the air known as "Warmth."
Looking sheepishly, Novice Wizard Sam paused for a moment and then added, "Of course I've only learned firebomb so far. This spell is very practical, and its power will increase as the firebomb level increases."
"May I learn this from you, Mr. Sam?" Abel was looking forward to learning his first spell.
"Of course, but I can only teach you this specific magic, and your path will be decided when my teacher comes back. My abilities cannot point you to your path." Novice Wizard Sam said gravely to Abel.
Novice Wizard Sam took out a piece of lambskin parchment from the box behind him. It had an intricate pattern on it, and it seemed to be written in the language of the Holy Continent, the parchment read "Firebomb." Sam then placed the parchment onto Abel's hands, then said, "This is the firebomb pattern. You need to quickly use the power of the will in your hand to lead the mana in from the rank one novice magical pattern to draw out this 'firebomb' pattern. At the same time, you need to say the spell to ignite the 'firebomb' pattern. Afterward, you just need to point your power of the will to the direction you want to shoot the fireball."
"Are this your spell notes, Mr. Sam?" Abel recognized Sam's handwriting, which was written on parchment.
"It's no use to me. I have already remembered them all here." Novice Wizard Sam, pointing towards his brain and added, "Other than being a thing of sentiment, I'll just give it to you, and maybe you will find it useful."
Abel then looked at the parchment on his hands. Abel had experienced what it was like to draw a magical pattern from the second page of the 'beginner wizard meditation guide,' he understood how much effort it would take to copy a pattern note like this. This note was written by an actual rune pen, and it was a lot more flexible than the power of the will. Therefore, as long as the size and changes of the strokes are a tiny bit off balance, the entire note needed to be scrapped
"I'll demonstrate it once for you, watch it carefully!" Novice Wizard Sam alerted Abel.
As Novice Wizard Sam's right hand began to be scrambled across his chest, a wave of mana began to flow out along with the fingers of his right hand, creating a fiery red pattern on his chest. At the same time, he began to chant the spell, when Abel heard the spell, he was immediately shocked as the spell was spoken in an elf-ish language.
When the spell stopped, the fiery red pattern quickly condensed into a fireball, Sam then casually threw the fireball at the wall. When the ball was near the wall, the wall flashed with a bright white light, and the fireball immediately disappeared.
Novice Wizard Sam then looked at Abel's shocked emotion with a smile, and it was the first time Abel had seen a wizard casting spells. After letting Abel calm down for a bit, he asked, "Abel, did you watch it carefully?"
"Yes, Mr. Sam, I saw it clearly. How long does it take to cast these spells, in terms of the duration?" Abel asked as he had just seen Sam casting his spell in about 5 seconds.
"I slowed it down so you could see better. When you start, you might be slower than that. But as you practice more and more, you will get faster and faster," Sam said.
This time, Sam didn't actually didn't say the spell clearly. He spattered the words out in a speedy and unclear manner. His hand had moved a lot faster than before, and quickly drawn out a flaming red color pattern. In under a second, he had thrown a fireball on to the wall. Again it was blocked by the wall's flash of white light.
"Did you see it? That took around 1 second and a half and is the fastest I can reach. I've been practicing this for the past twenty years. My teacher Yveline, however, could cast the entire spell within 0.5 seconds." Sam said directly to Abel.
"Mr. Sam, why didn't the fireball hit the wall when you threw at it?" Abel's curiosity was fully aroused today, and the flash of the white light suddenly reminded him of the defensive shield and armor he had forged before, which was fitted with the runes of "12# sol" to reduce physical attacks. Abel realized it reacted more or less the same way when it was attacked, but this wall was attacked by magic.
"This is the tower's defense magic circle in effect; this magic tower has a lot of magic circles to protect themselves from enemy attacks as well as for preventing damages caused by experiments inside just like the one I just showed you," Sam explained with a smile.
"What language did you speak when you cast the spell?" Abel asked with concern. When Loraine was teaching Abel some elf language, she taught him a dialect of the elf language known as the noble elf language as able had taught him some noble way of speech. The spell that Novice Wizard Sam had just said was almost exactly the same as the noble elf language Loraine had thought him.
"That was the language of the high-rank elves. According to legend, the magic of the humans originated from the high-rank elves, and as the high-rank elves continued to disappear in this world, and slot of the elf legends we have today is actually a branch from the high-rank elves " Novice Wizard Sam was very pleased with Abel's willingness to learn these kinds of theories, as it was quite boring and tedious to learn these things.
Novice Wizard Sam had been learning only one spell, firebomb, for decades, but because he didn't have much energy to learn other spells, he spent a lot of time meditating every day. The rest of his time was spent practicing firebomb, and he also had to spend part of his time refining potions to help him practice.
"The language of the high-rank elves was still being used today, but it was only used by a small number of noble elves. If you want, I can repeat it once more. Listen to my pronunciation carefully. You can not make a mistake when using the spell" Novice Wizard Sam be an to say the spell again. This time he intentionally increased his volume and decreased his speed. So Abel could hear how each word was pronounced
"The passionate elves of fire! Please give me your strength! The attribute of fire! In the demand of the elves, please turn into a fireball that could overcome anything!" Abel had heard these words clearly in his ears. If Loraine could teach him these noble elves' language, Abel began to doubt the status of Loraine. Could Loraine be special?
"What about the power of fireball, Mr. Sam?" Abel was extremely concerned about this matter because he realized that Sam had only learned one spell. With the other disciples being here for such a long time and had only learned 2 to 3 spells. These powerful spells had already become the wizard's main weapon of self-defense.
"First of all, no one dares to take the initiative against a wizard with a magical tower background, and the reputation of a wizard is not made by us novice wizards, but by an actual wizard who would personally send the attacker to hell. The purpose of the firebomb spell was to give wizards the means to protect themselves during their novice stage. The most important thing was the meditation, which is the foundation of all wizards!" Sam said with a serious tone and then followed with a smile: 'The Firebomb spell is considered as the lowest level of spells, but it was still a magic attack. The attack can completely ignore a knight's defense. Even if the knight could fend off a few attacks, as long as the novice wizard had fully utilized the spell along with someone to protect them, 3 to 4 firebombs are enough to send a commander into his grave.