Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 76 Rare Spells

At seven o'clock in the morning, Carl got up and staggered downstairs. Ruthia was sitting on a chair in the dining room. Breakfast was on the table, including sandwiches, milk and oatmeal.

Lusya has already replaced her explosive tight leather armor and is now wearing the most popular lady dress in Dalaran. Her wavy black hair is simply tied up with a belt. Except for the occasional murderous look in her eyes, Now she doesn't look much different from the ladies of Dalaran.

"Together," Lusya greeted, handed the tableware to Carl, and said, "The food in the restaurant next door is delicious!"

Carl grabbed the sandwich and took a bite, then said vaguely, "I have a suggestion!"

"Since you are dead now, you can start to investigate the ghosts of the Thieves Guild. Follow the clues and believe that there will be new clues soon."

"But be careful!"

"That's exactly what I mean!" Lusya raised her brows, pulled out her scimitar, and said murderously, "They are the ones who are in danger."

"Don't act rashly, remember that you are looking for clues about your sister Lisa, not killing people to vent your anger," Carl couldn't help reminding, to prevent Lusya's murder from being exposed.

"Understood!" Lusya nodded, expressing that she understood. She lifted up her long skirt and tied a dagger to her calf. The calf was delicate and slender, with smooth skin, and a few muscles were slightly raised, but it did not destroy the overall beauty. Add a wild beauty.

Ruthya's face was slightly red, she smiled and asked, "Does it look good?"

"It's beautiful!" Carl said reflexively, swallowing his saliva.

Ruthya lowered her skirt, put the two curved knives that were inconvenient to carry behind her back into her magic pocket, stood up and walked around the dining table to embrace Karl with open arms.

In the sudden hug, Carl was at a loss, he didn't know where to put his hands, his body was tense, like a stiff statue, and his mind was blank.

"Thank you, Karl!" Ruthia blushed and whispered in Karl's ear with a mosquito-like voice.

After speaking, he smiled and said, "Remember to pack the tableware after eating!"

He lifted the skirt and ran out like a happy butterfly.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Karl found that his mood suddenly improved. It turned out that happiness can really be contagious.

After finishing breakfast slowly, Karl packed the tableware and went out.

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At a quarter past eight, a four-wheeled carriage stopped at the gate of the Mage Association. When the door opened, a blond high elf stepped out of the carriage unhurriedly, passed the inspection of the guards at the gate, and entered the Mage Association.

Karl greeted several familiar mage apprentices, and turned left into the office with ease. Today, there are many mages who came to the office. They lined up from the office on the second floor to the door of the office. Karl ignored the dissatisfied mages. With a look in his eyes, he walked up to the second floor and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

The mentor Desai Huoyi was sitting in the office and was talking to the mage in front of him. When he saw Carl, he said hello, "Carl, come and help!"

"Where's Leonard?" Carl looked around the office and asked Leonard's place was empty.

"I'm asking for leave," Desai said a little glumly, "This bastard didn't ask for leave sooner or later, but he asked for leave at the busiest time!"

"I choose Pyroblast," the mage in front of him said to Desai.

Nodding his head, Desai turned his head and said to Carl who was sitting in Leonard's seat, "I'll demonstrate it first, you just watch it."

After speaking, he took out a piece of parchment with a spell model, and began to cast spells on another piece of parchment.

"Strengthen illusion!"

An identical spell model appeared on another piece of parchment, and Desai handed the parchment with the illusion spell to the spell in front of him, and said: "It's only half an hour, and the spell model will disappear after half an hour. Write down the spell model."

The mage took the scroll and left in a hurry.

"Call of Duty mission rewards," Desai explained while handing two spell scrolls to Carl: "Rare spell models."

"Come and help me copy the spell model." Desai frowned at Carl, "As for your reward, you will receive it last."

The task reward of Call of Duty Operation is a rare spell model below level 3, and there are only two rare spell models below level 3-dispel magic and pyroblast.

Dispel magic is a third-level spell of the Enchanting Department, and it is also the only spell below the third level that requires a prerequisite. The prerequisite is magic recognition, which Carl has been studying for the past few weeks and has basically mastered it.

As the name suggests, dispel magic can dispel magic effects, whether it is the freezing effect and burning effect of the evocation system, or the spell of the protection system, you can use dispel magic to dispel it. This spell occupies a pivotal position in the duel between mages. One of the must-have spells for Laran's special profession, a mage-killer.

Dispel magic has no destructive power, it is a highly functional mage, while Pyroblast, another rare spell, is just the opposite. Pyroblast is a rare spell with level 3 evocation, a magic that maximizes the destructive power of fire spells. Spells, hitting the enemy will either kill or injure, because it is too dangerous, Dalaran has classified Pyroblast as a rare spell.

Karl reacted quickly, nominally he was helping, so that he could directly obtain the two rare spell models of Dispel Magic and Pyroblast, a rare spell for nothing.

Karl originally planned to get the Pyroblast model from Desai, but he got it in such a way. If he had known that he would not accept the Call of Duty mission, he would have worked so hard and faced many dangers to complete the exploration mission, so he might as well have come to help directly Whoring for free.

"I choose Pyroblast," another mage who handed in the task chose the task reward.

"Enhanced Illusion," Carl cast the spell to copy, and handed him the parchment with the illusion spell model.

When the last mage chose the reward, Carl took out two blank parchment papers, wrote down the spell models of Dispel Magic and Pyroblast with a quill pen, and stuffed them into the mage's pocket.

"Hey hey, thank you tutor!"

"It's good that you know," Desai grabbed Carl's hair and rubbed it. "I'm not in vain, my mentor, I've got all kinds of wool from the Mage Association, and I'll open the back door for you."

"Is there anything you're happy about recently?" Desai gave Carl a strange look, and said, "From the moment he entered the door to the moment he smiled like an idiot."

"Is there?" Carl touched his face and found something unusual.

"Of course." Desai rolled his eyes and said gloatingly, "Didn't you notice that the mage who handed in the quest looked weird? They suspected that you had a mental problem. It seems that sooner or later your title will become mentally abnormal. Luo Ben is perverted."

(End of this chapter)