Lauren had thought that elven magic was just a spell that was encrypted and that it would be fine as long as the encryption was removed. Little did he know that the biggest difference between elven magic and human elemental magic lay in the structure of the soul's mental power.
Roland had memorized the waves of natural magic power and could even simulate it, but there was still the same problem.
The efficiency of mental power transformation into natural magic power was too low.
It was just like how you wanted a carnivore to become a vegetarian.
After figuring out what natural magic power was, Roland understood the models.
Those spheres were actually mutated nodes. Elven magic was different from human elemental magic. It wasn't a transmission between nodes, but a simple expansion and intersection of nodes to produce new magic effects.
After magic nodes expanded and strengthened, they were very unstable and could easily vaporize, which was why Roland and the others saw the natural magic just now.
The human soul and the structure of mental power were naturally unable to restrain this kind of natural magic.
But the elves could.
Their control of magic power was the highest of all races except for the gods.
Besides, natural magic power had a lot to do with the World Tree, and they were the children of the World Tree, so they could easily control natural magic power.
In fact, the elves could easily use elemental magic too, but they weren't interested in it.
Why would they use the barbarians' methods when they could do it with natural magic?
Sitting on the grass under the tree, Roland found the simplest elven spell model and tried to use it.
First, he constructed the outline of the elven spell with mental power, and then he filled the nodes with magic at the same time.
The first failure.
The spell model broke halfway.
The second failure. Some of the nodes were charged too fast, and Roland didn't control them well.
The third, the fourth … all failed.
Then, looking at his empty mana bar, Roland sat down helplessly and began to rest.
Because of the specialty Roland's Zeal and the full set of mana regeneration equipment, his mana recovered quite quickly.
The magic apprentices began to clean the grass and drive away the mosquitoes. They could tell that their chairman had no intention of moving forward and was only focused on magic.
Fine, let's take a rest here first.
Then, the magic apprentices began to build a shelter and shelter together.
When his mana bar was full, Roland began to experiment with magic again.
It was indeed very difficult for a human to use elven magic. After three more failures, Roland finally succeeded in casting this simple elven magic.
'Tree Activation.'
As the favored children of nature, the Elves possessed some rather peculiar magic.
For example, he could turn trees into his companions and give them intelligence and mobility.
This was the famous Elven Treant. A Treant that had lived long enough could even become an Ancient War Tree or an Ancient Wisdom Tree, which was extremely powerful.
Roland pointed the green ball of light at the nearest tree on his right.
The ball of light sank into the trunk of the small tree. Not long after, the tree started to twitch strangely. Under everyone's surprised gazes, the leaves fell and the branches merged together. Under everyone's shocked gazes, the tree turned into a skinny, withered Treant that walked in front of Roland.
A pair of black eyes grew out from the top of the tree trunk.
The treant looked at Roland, and Roland looked back at him.
Not long after, the skinny Treant suddenly raised his left hand.
A strange killing intent surged towards Roland.
But before the Treant's left hand fell, after a clang, the Treant flew backward and broke into three pieces in the air, spraying a lot of white juice, before it rolled to the side of the road.
Andonara sheathed the longsword in her hand.
Roland looked at the three corpses of the Treant next to the tree and shook his head helplessly.
This should be the legendary Summoned Creature Backlash … For spellcasters who didn't have the Restraint specialty or didn't have enough Charm, there was a high chance that the summoned creature would attack their master.
That was exactly what happened to Roland.
Also … Roland felt that the Treant just now didn't have a brain and was mostly acting out of instinct.
Essentially, Roland's casting was absolutely successful. He just lacked the skills and Charm that a Summoner should have.
At this moment, Andonara suddenly took out her handkerchief and gently wiped it under Roland's nose.
Then, Roland saw that Andonara's handkerchief was stained with red blood.
He had a nosebleed. When?
Was it the sequela of mental exhaustion?
"Take a break." Andonara pulled Roland to sit down. "You're working too hard."
Looking at Andonara's rather worried eyes, Roland sat down against the tree.
Then, he closed his eyes gently.
Players couldn't sleep, but closing their eyes in the game could speed up the recovery of stamina by about 15%.
Roland didn't rest for long after he closed his eyes, when he suddenly heard noises around him. He opened his eyes, only to find that Andonara was holding her sword in front of him with a grave expression.
The six magic apprentices, on the other hand, walked to the side of the road, all as if they were facing a great enemy.
"What's wrong?" Roland stood up.
"Did I disturb you?" Seeing that Roland stood up, Andonara looked into the distance and continued, "It's nothing. It's just that a group of people is coming from afar. It seems to be a caravan. We're just on guard."
Roland followed Andonara's gaze and saw that there was indeed a caravan coming from afar.
The reason why he recognized it was a caravan was simple. Their carriages were all handcarts, and their horses were also packhorses.
Only caravans would have such equipment.
But as the caravan got closer and closer, Andonara and the others became more and more grave.
Because this caravan was a bit exaggerated. There were about twenty people, but all of them were professionals.
Every one of them emitted the aura and mental waves that only professionals had.
Professionals weren't cabbages that could be found everywhere.
Also, it didn't seem right for professionals to be merchants in any way.
It must be noted that most professionals would rather be bounty hunters and roll on the edge of death every day than be merchants.
But Roland's expression was much more relaxed.
"Well, it's a caravan of the Golden Sons. Don't be too careful."
Andonara was slightly surprised. "Do you know them?"
"No."
"Then how do you know they're your people?"
"Their temperament!"
Roland smiled. This group of people were all extraordinary and had an extraordinary aura. They were as cute as Huskies with their eyes wide open.
Apart from players, what other group or force could have such a hilarious temperament?
Seeing that Roland was so confident, Andonara was much more relaxed.
As she expected, the people of this caravan slowly walked over with wary expressions. When they got closer, the leader saw Roland, froze for a moment, and then shouted from afar, "Damn, isn't this Mr. Roland? Why are you here? Aren't you with the queen … "
Then, this person's eyes lit up when he saw Andonara. He trotted over and stopped half a meter in front of Roland and Andonara. Then he turned around and called out the system camera.
"Eggplant."
The player made a peace sign, and then in his system, the system took a picture of him, Roland, and Andonara.
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