Teresa and Laing walked towards the Dawn Wizard Tower together. The sorceress thought for a moment and said, "First of all, you must already know the difference between a sorcerer and a wizard. My spellcasting relies on the power of my blood, while Veronica's spellcasting relies on the construction of spell models."
"Yes." Laing nodded repeatedly. He was very clear about this point.
"So Veronica and I have always been hindered by certain factors in our progress. As everyone knows, I'm the daughter of Elder Aurora. My family doesn't lack money or a large number of magic books, but I'm a warlock. My spellcasting relies on my bloodline. My advancement can only rely on my in-depth exploration of the power of my bloodline and my attempts to master those difficult spells that match my bloodline." Theresa glanced at Leon and continued, "So I wanted to come out and take an adventure."
Veronica is the other way around. She has enough talent and can master a lot of spells, but she has no money. " Laing immediately understood after hearing this. He complained, "You have enough money and a lot of resources, but because of the limitations of your sorcerer's blood, you can only master a small part of the spells that match your blood. How good would it be if you exchanged identities?"
"Don't even think about it! I will never exchange identities with that woman, never! " Teresa's mouth twitched, and the beauty mole at the corner of her eye sparkled. "I hate her. Don't you think she's like a hedgehog? Anyone who tries to get close to her, she will try to stab them first. It was the same when we were in Marlin Castle. I didn't have much interaction with her, but she told me to get lost as soon as we met. If it wasn't for the time and place, I would have fought with her. "
"She has always been like that." Laing thought of Veronica's behavior and couldn't help but laugh. "Hasn't she been better recently?"
"She has a wizard tower, a man, an identity, and a light magic. Of course she feels good. Forget it, let's not talk about this." Teresa took out a pair of handguns and shot two sparrows who were eavesdropping on their conversation down from the tree. She also struck a pose and winked at Laing. "Of course, the strength of a sorcerer's blood won't put me at a disadvantage in close combat like her."
"What a clumsy way of changing the topic, my dear Teresa." Laing squinted at the sorceress. "But, good marksmanship. You must have spent a lot of time practicing, right?"
"It's a bit effective." The sorceress blushed. Ever since she was assassinated by the Skaven ratmen in Helmgard, the sorceress took the opportunity to practice her marksmanship. Teresa's talent was not bad, and she had a certain foundation, which allowed her to quickly practice her marksmanship. After getting the approval of the dwarven instructor, she couldn't wait to show it to Laing. "I can easily hit the ninth ring within 80 meters."
"My female courtier should have this level of skill. Very good. I like it very much." Laing also blinked. He put his arm around the sorceress' waist and said, "I'll show you my marksmanship tonight."
"You … I didn't say that to you!" The sorceress rolled her eyes at Laing and turned her head away. But her face was full of joy. "By the way, where were we?"
"We went too far. You haven't told me about mana storage and spellcasting." Laing thought that the sorceress finally got to the point.
"Mana storage represents the amount of mana a spellcaster usually stores in their body. In layman's terms, it determines the strength and number of spells that can be cast in a battle." Teresa also realized that she had gone off topic. She hurriedly talked about spellcasting. "But mana storage isn't everything. For example, if I want to cast an ice spell in this weather, I'll need to spend about five times more mana than usual. But Veronica can save a lot of mana by casting fire and light spells in this season. If the season changes to winter, then I can save a lot of mana to cast spells, but Veronica's mana consumption will multiply."
Laing touched his chin and immediately deduced, "It has to do with the environment. Light sorcerers like bright places. Sky sorcerers have to ensure that they can see the sky at all times. Death sorcerers like to live near cemeteries, far away from human habitation. Amber sorcerers like to wander in the wilderness with wild beasts as companions. Shadow sorcerers like to hang out in the slums because this kind of environment is good for their spellcasting and training."
"Yes, so spellcasting is also limited by the environment. This is why the Kislöw Tsar Katarina never leaves the land that is always covered in ice and snow. There, she can create an ice fortress with a single spell." Teresa continued to explain, "But our Marvel Blue Council is different from the Empire's Royal Wizard Association. Our method of producing wizards is to forcibly bind one of the eight elements of magic to a wizard's body. This is a quick way to train, and it can allow an apprentice to become a formal wizard very quickly. But the result is that they can only practice one type of magic for their entire life, and both their body and temperament will be affected by the elements of magic."
Laing understood that the Marvel Blue Council's control of magic was much gentler and more careful. The main reason was that Tegris had left the Empire's way of learning magic. It was a quick way to learn magic, and it was easy to learn without knowing why.
"However, even with a large amount of magic and the support of the environment, magic isn't completely safe. The magic wind that blows from the realm of chaos into the mortal world is constantly changing, without any pattern or trace. Sometimes it's turbulent, and sometimes it's so weak that it's almost inaudible. Even a Saint-level great wizard like my mother has a chance of failing when casting a high-circle spell." Teresa went on to say, "The changes in the magic wind are unpredictable. There have been wizards who have been drained of magic, and a sudden burst of magic wind helped them replenish their magic. There have also been powerful wizards who have been disrupted by the magic wind when casting spells. They self-destructed, or the magic backfired and turned into a creature of chaos."
"The changes in the Wind of Magic severely affect the spellcaster's spellcasting. This is why we need the Wizard Tower. It is a stable place to practice magic. This is why the Magic Instrument of Light is so precious. With the help of that instrument, Veronica can guarantee that the failure rate of her spellcasting will be greatly reduced." Teresa concluded, "So, a wizard's power is not stable. It is affected by the amount of magic they have, the casting environment, and the strength of the magic wind."
"So that's how it is." Clayon finally understood the problem.
The gray knight geno prototype's psionic casting used subspace energy to cast spells. It was completely different from a caster. Psionic casting was just a support, and it couldn't be too far away from Laing. He relied more on close combat.
"However, Laing, the pattern you carved for me is also helpful for my casting." Seeing that nobody was around, Theresa blushed and said in a low voice, "It helped me purify my magic power and make my chanting more stable and safe … Veronica, you've had that thing for many years, haven't you?"
"Yes."
The two of them spent a lot of time chatting. With Laing's company, Teresa felt the pure psionic wind around him. She had been feeling uncomfortable because of the hot sun, but now she looked much better.
They had arrived at their destination.
In front of the Dawn Wizard Tower, a few of Laing's kingdom knights and the king of the Angrand clan, Bellegar Ironhammer, had all arrived. When he saw Laing, Bellegar kept talking. "What a slow human. You are a race that can go into heat at any time. Well, at least you humans have more children than us. Valaya above, the last baby girl was born three years ago. It is not easy to find a wife. Dugan here has recently taken a fancy to our clan's Angelina. I must ask him to give me enough gold and ores."
Bellegar paused for a moment. He then took out his water bottle and drank a mouthful of Bargman's dark beer. He wiped his mouth and continued, "The weather is so hot. If you ask me, the last time I was sunbathing in such hot weather was more than thirty years ago. At that time, I was planning to attack Eight Peaks Mountain for the third time. I came to the Black Mountains to collect food …"
Bellegar's endless chatter had already given the knights a headache. Olivier, who was in his thirties, was wearing a white shirt and red trousers. He shook his head helplessly and said to Hex, who was standing beside him, "Everyone says that dwarves are long-winded. We've been waiting here for 15 minutes, and King Bellegar only talked for 15 minutes."
"You should be content, Olivier. Dwarves only talk to people they think are friends. This means that they treat us as their own." Hex was also a little annoyed. However, this royal knight who was good at training soldiers still maintained his patience. "We need these dwarves to attack Blackstone Stronghold. Fighting in the mountains is not our specialty. Our catapults can't reach Blackstone Stronghold."
"Yes, that is true." Olivier came from Marlin Castle. After seeing the power of cannons, this royal knight had a lot of complaints about Brittany's catapults.
Who in the Empire would still use such a thing?
It wasn't that Brittania's heavy trebuchets weren't powerful enough. These heavy trebuchets were even more powerful than the Empire's cannons. However, in addition to their power, not only were the heavy trebuchets difficult to transport, they also required a lot of time to assemble on the spot. Furthermore, their firing rate and accuracy were also very unstable.
Recently, Hex had been training the serf infantry to adapt to fighting with the dwarves. The training of the knights was given to Armand. The knights had to cooperate with the dwarves to maximize their power.
"I'm here. Let's begin." Leon brought Theresa to the scene. The fully assembled Magic Carriage of Light was placed in front of the Dawn Sorcerer Tower. Four Britannia mixed-blood warhorses pulled the carriage, which was engraved with magic runes and magic circles. The power of the Wind of Light surrounded the carriage, and several witch apprentices were busy working.
Today, they were going to witness the power of the Light Magic Ride.
The chariot was a magnificent and incredible weapon. The exquisite carriage was decorated with gorgeous jewels like holy relics. There were also Gothic decorations and skull patterns covered with astrological symbols, as well as long-lasting candles. There was a large optical instrument with a decorative icon on the carriage. The image of the twin-tailed comet had been erased and replaced with a blooming red orchid.
Eight bronze mirrors were arranged from small to large until they reached the top of the chariot in front of Veronica. Wizard Garland was wearing a classic grand wizard robe with bright red peonies. The collar of the robe was raised high, and there were slits on both sides of the robe that reached to her knees. Her beautiful legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings were exposed. Veronica wore milky white heels, and her dark brown hair danced in the wind. Wizard Garland shouted to her apprentices, "Laing is here. Are you ready?"
"Yes, teacher." Veronica's chief apprentice, wizard Kathlyn, shouted, "The instruments are all calibrated!"
"Then let's begin!"
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