Chapter 72 Some Magical Theories
So tired!
Not only was I tired, but my head was also a mess and I felt groggy.
Shu Li panicked a little and looked at the Elf King for help, wanting to ask him why his limbs felt weak and he felt dizzy.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, the Elf King took out a small wooden bowl from his storage ring and placed it in front of him. He then took out a beautiful crystal bottle, opened the lid, and poured a drop of golden liquid into the small wooden bowl.
"Are you thirsty?" asked the Elf King.
It would have been fine if he hadn't asked, but as soon as he did, Shu Li immediately felt her throat dry.
He held the wooden bowl with both hands, staggered forward, smelled the sweet taste, and couldn't help but lower his head to take a sip.
Wow!
Delicious!
This golden liquid is both soothing and refreshing to the throat. After taking a sip, you will instantly feel refreshed and no longer tired.
Shu Li picked up the wooden bowl, gulped down the liquid in one gulp, burped contentedly, and felt like he was coming back to life.
Putting down the empty bowl, he licked the corner of his lips with a look of satisfaction, then looked up and asked, "Wang, what is this?"
The Elf King placed a crystal bottle as tall as himself in front of him. "A potion that quickly restores your strength."
A potion to restore strength?
Shu Li looked at the crystal bottle filled with golden liquid in front of him and asked in surprise, "Did I just... lose my strength?"
He just wanted to use magic to open the cover of the "textbook", but he exhausted all his energy. How strange!
"Why is this happening?" Shu Li asked the Elf King in confusion.
The Elf King pointed his slender finger at the magic book. "The answers are all in the book."
Shu Li said "Oh", flapped her wings lightly, and flew onto the book.
When the heavy hard cover was opened, the yellowed paper and the distinctive Elvish text were revealed.
In order to make it easier for herself to read, Shu Li had to fly up a few inches and hover in a fixed position.
This is a magic book with both pictures and texts. It is very suitable for beginners and there is no obstacle to reading.
In order to find the answer, Shu Li quickly immersed himself in it, reading from top to bottom, finishing one page and then reading the next page. Gradually, he became fascinated and completely ignored the Elf King beside him.
He had previously learned from Elsa and Sit that in order for magic to exert its greatest power, it must be accompanied by a lengthy prefix. If the prefix is removed, the magic effect will be greatly reduced.
In the past, the heaven and the human world were connected, and praising the gods had a high probability of triggering a BUFF and enhancing the magic effect.
Now that the channel is broken and the gods have severed their connection with the human world, the prefix has gradually become a burden, limiting the speed at which magicians can release magic.
For thousands of years, there have been magicians dedicated to researching ways to shorten spells without reducing their power.
However, regrettably, no one has succeeded so far.
The words praising the gods are like an insurmountable hurdle that cannot be omitted no matter what.
Omitting it will reduce the magic power.
The short spell he just chanted was actually an intermediate-level magic.
If you add a prefix praising the wind god and recite the complete spell, it will not be a small airflow, but an eight-force gale that can blow down a big tree.
The power has been reduced by more than a little bit.
The gap is a bit outrageous.
No wonder magicians recite the entire spell in a formal manner during combat.
Otherwise, if high-level magic is downgraded to medium or low level, it will lack killing power and will cost lives.
After reading this, Shu Li finally knew why he was exhausted.
He was a magic apprentice who skipped his level and cast an intermediate magic spell, which unexpectedly succeeded at once.
Is this what I consider a gifted talent?
Ever since she started learning magic, Shu Li's self-confidence has been frustrated, and she even shamefully cried in the Elf King's arms.
Just over ten minutes ago, in order to use magic to open the cover of the book, he failed ten times in a row in front of the Elf King, and his self-esteem suffered a thousand points of damage.
Fortunately, the Elf King did not laugh at him or despise him, but taught him patiently, giving him a new understanding of magic.
Thoughts determine the manifestation of magic, and spells are the key to transforming energy.
He suddenly understood, learned and applied what he learned immediately, and achieved success in one go.
However, although the power of the simple intermediate magic was greatly reduced, it also exceeded his body's capacity.
Did the Elf King know that he would become exhausted, so he specially prepared a potion to restore his strength?
Shu Li was distracted for a while and glanced at the blonde elf next to him.
"Is there anything you don't understand?" asked the Elf King.
"No...no." Shu Li stuck out his tongue secretly, quickly lowered his head and continued reading.
It's so embarrassing to be caught peeking!
Covering his slightly hot face, he tried to divert his attention.
Why does the power of a magic spell decrease significantly when the prefix is removed?
The answer is given in the book.
To put it in Shu Li's own words, it can be summed up in four words: the teacher has no legitimate reason.
When the mother goddess Isif created all things, seven main gods were born, namely the god of light, the god of darkness, the god of water, the god of wind, the god of fire, the god of wood, and the god of earth.
The seven main gods control the seven natural elements in the world.
If a magician wants to borrow the power of natural elements, he must obtain the consent of the gods.
To put it in an analogy, the gods are the marshals holding military orders, the natural elements are the soldiers, the magicians are the generals, and the spells are the commands.
When the enemy attacks, the general can lead his troops into battle only after requesting battle from the marshal.
The number of soldiers determines the general's combat style and combat effectiveness.
The higher the general's rank, the more soldiers he will be in charge of.
Excellent generals, proficient in military tactics, possess keen observation and judgment, simulate war situations in advance, command soldiers with the most accurate instructions, exert outstanding military talents, and win the ultimate victory.
On the other hand, if the marshal disappears, without military orders, the generals will have limited troops to mobilize, and their combat effectiveness will inevitably be greatly weakened.
At present, all the magicians in Austin Continent have cut off the communication channels with the gods. They are like generals who have lost their marshal. If they want the natural elements to obey their commands, they have to invoke the names of the gods, which is equivalent to holding the military order.
Therefore, the prefixes of magic spells are inevitably lengthy.
Removing the prefix is equivalent to discarding the military token. Only a few natural elements can be deployed, so won’t the power be reduced?
However, for magicians, there are two types of natural elements that can be used.
One is the natural elements floating in the air, and the other is the natural elements stored in the body through meditation.
The former are skirmishers, and the latter are personal soldiers.
There is an endless supply of skirmishers and they can be summoned on a large scale, but the number of personal soldiers is limited and they will be gone once they are used up.
Therefore, magicians will not use their personal soldiers unless it is absolutely necessary.
That's a life-saving talisman.
Only play your cards at the critical moment.
If it is exhausted, one has to go into a long meditation to absorb the free natural elements and transform them into magic power stored in the body.
After reading the detailed introduction, Shu Li suddenly understood.
No wonder no magician can shorten a spell without reducing its power.
Neither can the Elf King.
No matter what, the reputation of the gods cannot be avoided.
Shu Li, who knew the truth, sighed.
I finally regained some confidence, but now it's back to square one again.
Simplify magic spells, there's little hope.
Is he going to be troubled by his slip of the tongue forever?
No, the Elf King let him read this book not to undermine his self-confidence, but to teach him how to think.
Since this book is called "Magic Tips for Beginners," there must be a way to avoid slips of the tongue.
Shu Li turned the page and read on. After reading two or three pages, his eyes lit up.
Got it!
[Make magic your instinct.]
Shu Li quickly browsed through it and was surprised to find that the content described above was similar to what the Elf King told him.
How fast the thinking is, how fast the magic is.
When a magician prepares to cast a spell, he must first make a detailed simulation and calculation in his mind.
For example, a water polo technique.
How big is it, how powerful is it, who does it attack, and what kind of damage do you want to cause?
Without these, with an empty head, it is understandable that you fail.
He was able to successfully use magic to open the cover of the book because after the Elf King's guidance, a specific picture was formed in his mind.
This is how thinking determines the form of magic.
When magic becomes his instinct, his slip of the tongue may naturally disappear.
Shu Li regained her confidence and felt that her future was promising. Becoming a brave warrior and saving the world was just around the corner!
“Gurgle…Gurgle…”
Huh?
What sound?
Shu Li suddenly came back to her senses, looking around in confusion.
"It's noon." The Elf King put down the book in his hand and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"Uh, I didn't..." Shu Li shook his head to deny it, and the next second, his stomach made a loud growl.
His face flushed.
It turned out that it was my stomach rumbling.
"Wang, isn't it time to let little Sperian go to lunch?"
I don't know when some elves reading books appeared in the library. When they heard the noise, they all laughed in a friendly manner.
Ilio leaned against a nearby pillar, looking at Shu Li with a smile.
Shu Li's face turned even redder.
The Elf King reached out and lifted him up, putting him on his shoulder. Shu Li was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and quickly hid in his hair, "burying" himself.
Ilio coughed several times, and when the Elf King glanced at him, he coughed even more violently.
Shu Li pretended not to hear and followed the Elf King out of the library. The heat on her face gradually subsided.
As soon as he entered the restaurant and smelled the aroma of food, he immediately threw away his shame, crawled out from the Elf King's hair, and couldn't wait to pounce on the sumptuous lunch on the table.
The Elf King did not stop him, but sat down gracefully and handed him a small dish for washing his hands.
The Elf King, who was not attending classes, returned to his former gentleness and thoughtfulness.
Shu Li was flattered. After thanking him, he washed his hands with water in the small dish, picked up a Kuku fruit, and took a big bite.
I just read for the whole morning, why am I hungry so quickly?
Shu Li was puzzled.
In the end, he attributed the cause to the intermediate magic that made him exhausted.
After lunch, the Elf King let him go back to his room to take a nap for an hour, and then class continued an hour later.
The afternoon class is not held in the library, but in the suburbs.
After learning about the situation, Shu Li looked at the Elf King in confusion.
The Elf King swiftly mounted his snow-white unicorn, held out his hand to Shu Li, and said, "The fruits in the orchard are ripe. Let's go pick them together."
"Why?"
Shu Li fell into his palm in a daze.
Is there a collection class in the afternoon?
Great!
He thought he would have to take magic classes all the time, but it turns out he can also combine work and rest like at the sacred tree.
Shu Li happily sat on the Elf King's shoulder, holding a strand of hair in her arms.
The unicorn did not spread its wings and fly, but instead trotted leisurely along the ground, carrying the Elf King on its back. Every elf it met on the road stopped to salute the Elf King.
Half an hour later, the unicorn was walking in an orchard in the suburbs. The aroma of fruit that hit Shu Li's face made her drool.
The elves' orchards cover an area dozens of times larger than those of the goblins. Different gardens are divided according to the types of fruits, and each garden is carefully taken care of by an elf.
The unicorn slowly walked to the entrance of a garden, and the Elf King said, "We're here."
Shu Li let go of his hair, spread her gauze-like wings, flew into the garden, and looked happily at the large pumpkin-shaped fruits hanging on the branches.
Wow, such a big fruit, one is enough for him to eat for half a month!
He approached a bright red fruit and patted it gently with his hand.
The Elf King gracefully dismounted the unicorn, walked a few steps to his side, lowered his head and said, "Pick it."
"Huh?" Shu Li was confused. What did that mean? Who was picking it?
The Elf King met his confused expression, stretched out his slender finger and tapped him.
Shu Li was so shocked that her jaw dropped.
Are you...are you kidding me?
Is it reasonable to let a tiny, tiny elf pick a pumpkin-sized fruit all by himself?
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