Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

“Chirp~”

A short sound rang out from the flames of the altar, sharp and piercing, as if torn by a gale.

Everyone held their breath, awaiting the unknown change.

“Chirp~ Chirp~”

The emerald flames calmed down on their own, like flowing water, curling inwards towards the center, no longer clinging to the scorched stones and ashes on the periphery.

This was definitely not an action that any ordinary flame could accomplish!

Halin widened his eyes, Elf, my Elf, Alchemist's Elf, come out quickly!

As if hearing people's summons.

The green fire gradually dimmed and became transparent, losing its color, and then, golden flames were born from it.

The golden flames pulsated irregularly, sometimes expanding into a pile of fire several feet high, with faint human faces composed of flames wailing, and sometimes shrinking into a palm-sized flame, almost extinguishing.

Halin's heart beat or stopped with it.

Fortunately, the golden flames finally calmed down, stabilized at a size of one zhang, and the leaping tongues of fire gradually converged, eventually forming a distinct human shape.

Child of Fire!

Halin couldn't tell its gender, perhaps elves are neither male nor female.

The hall was silent.

Under everyone's gaze, it opened its eyes, the bright and dark flames distinguished the whites of the eyes and pupils, and even allowed people to see its emotions.

Halin felt that the Child of Fire was in a good mood right now.

“Chirp~” It shook its head, looking left and right, examining everything around it, seemingly very curious about the world it was in.

Without a doubt, it was alive, it was a sentient being.

Gasps and exclamations rose and fell.

Halin's eyes were filled with tears, and his lips were trembling uncontrollably, and he was almost about to kneel down.

Child of Fire!

How many years has it been, the guild can finally create a truly undeniable miracle!

Alchemists are not a lie!

We can't just create wildfires! Alchemy and fire spirits are the true masterpieces of the wise!

Halin couldn't wait any longer, the guild still had more spells and techniques, these must also be reproduced, alchemists will return to the most glorious era, and even surpass it!

Halin looked at King Joffrey with fiery eyes, expecting the king's surprise and admiration.

The little Tyrion took the lead in giving Halin a satisfactory reaction, "What a shocking creation of miracles, to be able to exist in the body of fire, how terrifying, how wonderful."

"The alchemists truly live up to their name."

Tyrion praised sincerely, while wondering why Joffrey was so calm and serious at this time.

Isn't this what we came here for today, why is Joffrey unhappy? Is he still thinking about the Stark matter?

Joffrey was focusing on the hexagram array in the hall.

The birth of the Child of Fire is indeed worth celebrating. A fire spirit with intelligence not only possesses considerable combat power, but also greatly deters enemies and boosts morale.

But he had to notice that the source energy in the crystals that made up the hexagram array was still being consumed by the Child of Fire.

It seems that the Child of Fire urgently needs a supply of source energy.

Perhaps this is also the truth of the extinction of dragons. Magical creations rely on magic to maintain their existence, and once magic weakens, the creations perish.

Source energy may be a necessity for the survival of the Child of Fire and dragons, like oxygen for humans.

But the current situation is that the two runes before absorbed a large amount of source energy, and the remaining source energy in these crystals is less than ten units.

According to the current consumption rate.

Joffrey looked at the ignorant Child of Fire and sent a message to it: "Little Gold, you are dying."

“Chirp!” The golden flames on the Child of Fire suddenly flared up several feet, and its head kept looking around, searching for the thing that had just frightened it.

“Look up, Little Gold. Do you know what is above?”

Little Gold? Above? It patted its forehead, not knowing why, the new world always had a sense of familiarity.

Also, I am Little Gold?

Little Gold raised its head, and a beautiful little man above was smiling at it.

Strange. What are beautiful and smiling?

What are people?

How do I know?

Little Gold became more and more confused, except for the knowledge of the inherited mark, I shouldn't know anything else.

The inherited mark made it understand that it was the spirit of fire, born to absorb and control fire, to help the summoner, to protect other spirits, and to resist frost.

The most important thing is to stay in a place with strong magic, otherwise it will die.

It knows what death is.

Death is the extinguishing of the flame, and there is nothing left.

Little Gold satisfiedly felt the abundant magic around it, what a comfortable feeling, how could I die?

“Little Gold, do you like the crystals on the ground?”

Little Gold looked at the ground.

Magic! There is magic in the shiny things, being absorbed by its inherited mark.

Huh? Little Gold noticed something was wrong.

What I should absorb is the magic coming from the unknown place, that is the source of magic.

Little Gold calmed down and carefully sensed.

The magic in the unknown place is not strong, even thin and barren, not enough at all!

Little Gold was immediately terrified.

The magic in the shiny things is getting less and less, and it will be gone soon. By then…

I will die!!

The flames on Little Gold's body rioted with its emotions, it turned back into a burning fire, and the original human form was completely covered up.

“Little Gold, come to me.”

Little Gold raised its head, and the beautiful little man was waving to itself. That's right, he also hides a lot of magic.

No, I won't die.

Little Gold's eyes became brighter, and the golden fire shone straight at the beautiful little man, as long as I get those magic, my flames will continue to burn.

The Child of Fire moved its legs and took the first step since its birth.

The magic in the shiny things was completely exhausted.

Little Gold immediately felt the inherited mark's thirst for magic in its body, as well as the omnipresent, indescribable pain and fear.

It hurriedly ran towards the beautiful little man.

But the mark couldn't wait at all, without magic, the mark would devour its body without hesitation.

Amidst everyone's exclamations, Little Gold leaped up with all its strength, the flames danced wildly, and floated straight towards the beautiful little man. When it came to the magic, the remaining body was almost the same size as the little man.

Little Gold just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but the mark failed to absorb the magic of the beautiful human, and was still devouring itself!

“Little Gold, do you want crystals?”

The human stretched out a hand, holding a crystal in his fingertip, and another kind of inedible magic, "Make a contract with me."

It's too late! Little Gold nodded不停地, trying to touch the life-saving crystal.

The inedible magic entered its body.

Little Gold understood what a contract was, something more hateful than the summoner.

But it had no other choice.

The contract was reached.

Joffrey lifted the restriction of the restoration rune in the crystal, and the source energy flowed to the Child of Fire, stopping its collapse.

The dazzling mutation finally subsided.

Everyone gathered around.

Tyrion looked at Little Gold and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Child of Fire, as tall as me."

Little Gold, which had shrunk to four feet tall, only cared about holding the life-saving crystal, and did not pay attention to the eyes and words of humans.

“Little Gold, do you want more crystals?”

It raised its head.

The beautiful human took out a large handful of crystals, which contained countless magic.