Why didn't Abel choose to cast the second 'fireball' spell? It was almost instantaneous. As a Knight, he certainly knew what this small difference meant. A battle was decided in a moment of life and death. A faster 'fireball' would catch the opponent off guard in a real battle.
After spending some time, Abel found another stiff-haired rat. This time, he didn't think of casting the 'fireball' spell first. Instead, he chose to fire the 'fireball' manually. When his finger moved in front of his chest, Hradik's cube didn't respond. This time, it didn't help him complete the 'fireball' pattern. It took Abel nearly 2 minutes to draw the 'fireball' pattern in mid-air. He then began to chant in the language of the high elves, "Passionate fire elves! Please lend me your power! The element of fire! Under the command of the elves, turn into an invincible fireball! "
With the same power, half of the body of the stiff-haired mouse would be burnt to a crisp. But this time, Abel was the one in charge of the 'fireball' spell. Just the preparation time alone took 2 minutes. There was a world of difference between this and the instantaneous' fireball 'that was controlled by the Horadric Cube.
If it was a battle between two Abel, the result would be almost unimaginable.
With Abel's strength, he could fire 4 'fireballs' in a row. Judging from the tough-haired rat's defense, even a high level Knight's body couldn't compare to the toughness of a hell creature like the stiff-haired rat. Plus, the combat qi armor of a high level Knight was useless against magic attacks. In other words, a high level Knight was basically defenseless against Abel's' fireball '.
If Abel's mana increased in the future, he would be able to fire more 'fireball' spells, and his attack power would increase exponentially.
Looking at the stiff-haired rat struggling on the ground, Abel instantly fired a 'fireball' to kill it. At this time, he felt a sense of emptiness in his body. This sense of emptiness had nothing to do with his body. It was a sense of emptiness in his mind. This was a sign that his mana had been used up.
When he returned to the Rogue encampment, he looked at the hourglass on the ground. It was almost time. Abel opened the Town Portal Scroll, and an oval portal covered with ripples appeared in front of him. He stepped into the portal. Although he still felt dizzy, the feeling this time was a little different from the previous times. This was because Abel had practiced for 10 days in the Rogue encampment for the first time. He was 13 years old, and he was still developing. Although he couldn't feel the process of development during these 10 days, he could feel a little change in his body during the process of teleportation. The bones in his body had shrunk a little, and in his power of the will, he could feel that his life force had been replenished a little.
When Abel stood in the room of his mansion on Bakong City's Triumph Avenue, he felt his body had returned to the state when he first left this room and went to Rogge's camp. During these 10 days in Rogge's camp, the parts of his body that had grown were restored.
Abel was an intermediate Knight. After many years of knight training, he was very familiar with every part of his body. Although he couldn't feel the slow natural growth of his body during these 10 days in Rogge's camp, he could clearly feel the changes in his body when he came back. His body had become 10 days younger. This meant that although his body was growing normally in Rogge's camp, as soon as he returned to this world through the portal, his body would return to its original state when he left.
The Dark World was a trial ground between heaven and hell. It seemed like there was some kind of law that Abel couldn't understand affecting that world. It made the creatures in that world return to their original state when they left.
"The 'Fireball' spell that I'm practicing won't disappear too, right?" As soon as he reached out his finger, a "fireball" pattern appeared. Afterward, a fireball appeared in his hand. He was still in his room, after all. He couldn't help but gasp in his heart. He endured the burning sensation and kicked open the window of the room. Then, he quickly threw the "fireball" in his hand into the sky.
"Kid, don't throw spells around!" A shadow suddenly flashed in front of Abel. It was a middle-aged man in a white robe with golden edges. As he spoke, he reached out his hand, and a white halo flashed across his body. Then, the 'fireball' that Abel threw out was also flashed by a white halo. The 'fireball' exploded in an instant, and it turned into little light spots that fell to the ground.
Abel was shocked by the way this middle-aged man appeared in front of him. In his impression, only Head Knight Hoover could appear in this way. This middle-aged man in front of him was probably at the same level as Head Knight Hoover. However, Abel clearly felt the fluctuation of mana just now. Was this a wizard?
"Your honorable excellency, may I know who you are?" Abel was still wearing his armor. He didn't do a noble's salute, but he still did a Knight's salute and asked.
"Didn't your teacher tell you not to use spells in the city?" The middle-aged wizard's eyes flashed coldly as he looked at Abel.
Along with that cold gaze, a towering pressure pressed down on Abel. Almost instinctively, the golden combat qi in Abel's body gently surged and immediately spread throughout his body. The rank 1 novice wizard's mana pattern in his mind also began to glow and spit out all of its mana to protect Abel's mind.
As if he felt that his own pressure was a little too strong, the middle-aged wizard withdrew some of his power. He looked at Abel with some amazement. This young child could actually stand under his pressure.
Feeling the external pressure lessen, Abel couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. It was just that at this moment, his mana was completely exhausted. The exhaustion of his power of the will and the pressure on his body just now made his whole body tense up. His back was drenched in cold sweat.
"I don't have a teacher, your honorable excellency." Abel resisted the headache caused by the exhaustion of his mana and replied to the middle-aged wizard.
"Who did you learn your spells from?" The middle-aged wizard's voice had a hint of surprise.
As for Abel's age, perhaps other people would think that he was 15 years old or even older. However, in the eyes of the middle-aged wizard, Abel's age and his strong body didn't have much to do with each other. From his life force, he could tell that he was only 13 years old. At this age, if he didn't have a very serious and responsible teacher to teach him, it would be impossible for him to use spells.
"Your honorable excellency, I am Sam's rank 5 novice wizard's apprentice in the Yveline magic tower!" Abel explained.
Of course, the middle-aged wizard knew what a disciple of the magic tower was. This title was different from a normal disciple. In fact, it was just a status in the magic tower. Even if this disciple had reached rank 5 novice wizard, as long as he was still an official disciple of the magic tower, he would still be called a disciple of the magic tower. In the end, he was just a servant of a disciple.
"Didn't Novice Wizard Sam tell you not to use spells in the city?" Hearing that Abel didn't have a teacher and was serving his old friend's 4th disciple in his old friend's magic tower, the middle-aged wizard's voice couldn't help but soften a little.
"Your honorable excellency, I'm sorry. This is my fault. It has nothing to do with Novice Wizard Sam." Abel quickly explained. It seemed that this middle-aged wizard was a big shot. He didn't want to cause any trouble for Novice Wizard Sam. He then said, "Since I have just mastered the 'fireball' spell, Novice Wizard Sam doesn't know about this."
The middle-aged wizard saw that Abel had taken all the blame on himself and kept insisting that it had nothing to do with Novice Wizard Sam. He couldn't help but change his view of this young child. From the beginning, this young child had been very polite and educated. He also had the courage to take responsibility.
"Child, how long have you been learning spells?" The middle-aged wizard asked gently.
"3 days!" Abel replied. He then looked at the sky and changed his words, "4 days!"
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