My Magic Age

The ink was full of the aura of the violent fire element. It felt like a hurricane blowing over a rocky beach, with the deep blue sea water hitting the rocks and breaking into countless bubbles in an instant. The fire element in the ink was instantly wiped out, just like the sea water turning into countless bubbles, so intense, so unreal.

I guess the reason is that the tranquilizing flower juice in the moonlight ink is slowly losing its effectiveness, and the fire element magic power in the ink cannot maintain balance. The fire element magic power accumulated in the ink evaporates little by little, making the moonlight ink extremely unstable. However, I have become accustomed to such ink. When I was in the wilderness, Qige would skip the process of adding the tranquilizing grass when the tranquilizing grass was scarce. The ink made was like the one in the glass bottle today, restless and bursting. As long as you are not careful, it will cause an explosion.

I carefully put the magic pen into the ink bottle. Before that, the magic power in my hand was like a thin veil, completely covering the ink in the glass bottle. I took advantage of the moment when the ink calmed down a little, pierced the tip of the pen into the ink bottle, dipped a little moonlight ink, and quickly pulled the magic pen out of the glass bottle. Holding the pen steadily, relying on the clear memory in my mind, the pen fell steadily on the magic parchment with a broken corner, and drew the first stroke.

The pattern of the magic pattern array on the fire magic scroll in my mind appeared clearly in front of me, and gradually overlapped with the magic parchment on the table. The magic pen in my hand was like copying a clear copybook, and the ink on the tip of the pen, guided by my magic power, left clear lines on the hard paper. At this time, I was completely immersed in it, and I was completely unaware of the changes in the outside world.

I have never used such a large piece of magic parchment, and I have never drawn such a complicated pattern before. Those redundant magic runes interspersed in it are dazzling. If you only look at the pattern of the magic pattern array, you may even feel that you can't write. The fire magic element on the tip of the pen is dissipating little by little, and the laboratory is filled with a strong fire element.

My forehead is covered with fine beads of sweat, and I don't even dare to wipe the sweat off my face. I only have the magic pattern array in my eyes.

But I found that the magic ink on the tip of the pen is almost used up, and the runes on the parchment are only half drawn. Oops! The magic ink on the tip of the pen is not enough, and my heart is suddenly tight. If the magic pattern on the parchment is broken, even if the magic pattern is reconnected, it will cause defects in the magic scroll. Perhaps just this little reason will make the entire magic scroll completely fail.

The sweat on my forehead instantly rolled down my nose and dripped onto the edge of the magic parchment. The sweat soaked a piece of magic parchment, and a water halo as big as a fingernail appeared on the paper. I secretly said that it was not good. The water droplets falling on the magic parchment filled with the breath of fire elements would cause a lot of fluctuations. I hurriedly stopped moving my pen and tried my best to control the magic power to stabilize the situation. At this time, I was like a canoe sailing against the wind and waves on a stormy sea. If I was not careful, the boat would be destroyed and people would die.

Just as I was fighting against the violent and unstable magic ink with all my strength, a golden line suddenly rushed out from the tip of the pen, like a little snake crawling rapidly on the blank parchment. I held the magic engraving pen in my hand and unconsciously followed the golden thin line. The speed of drawing the magic pattern array instantly doubled. Every turn, every time it intersected with other lines, the violent fire magic power was perfectly integrated together, allowing me to move my pen quickly.

In this way, I drew the entire magic pattern array without stopping. When the engraving pen fell on the last node of the magic pattern array on the parchment, the lines on the entire magic scroll were flashing red light, and a strong fire element suddenly converged and gathered on this broken magic parchment. At this moment, this magic scroll has been successfully made. I took the magic scroll in my hand, carefully rolled it into a scroll, and tied it up with a soaked horsehair leaf. In this way, a basic fire element magic scroll is completed.

This scroll is much more difficult than the fire gathering scroll, but it is said that the production process of a first-level elementary fireball scroll is at least three times more difficult than it. When I think of this, I feel a little discouraged, thinking: the fire magic scroll alone is so difficult, I don’t know how the fireball is drawn.

A skinny hand snatched the magic scroll from my hand. I was startled by this sudden action. I looked up and found that Yekis had stood in front of me without knowing when, staring at the magic scroll. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and looked down on the table. In the corner of the test bench, he found the bottle of ink that was almost completely dry. He gently put the mouth of the ink bottle under his nose and smelled it, then turned around and asked me: "Is this the ink you used?"

I nodded in panic, lowered my head with some guilt, and said: "I'm sorry, scholar Yekis, I used your things without your consent, and used some precious magic ink."

Still holding the magic engraving pen that was originally lying on the test table, I slowly stood up from the high chair, waiting for Yerkes' wrath. In the morning, a kind magician told me : Yerkes Scholar has a bad temper and it's best not to offend him. I felt a little uneasy in my heart. I was relieved that the scroll was successfully made and I didn't have to worry about paying him the magic ink, but I was still worried about his angry roar.

"It seems that you are learning very quickly!" Yerkes said solemnly: "But what I want to tell you is that you only need to answer my question! Did you use this bottle of ink to draw the magic scroll?"

I said to myself: This magic scholar really has a bad temper.

I nodded honestly, and then said, "That bottle of magic ink is about to expire, so I dare to use it rashly."

"It was originally a bottle of expired moonlight ink. I used it when repairing the magic circle in the morning and planned to discard it. The reason why I put it on the test bench here is because I was worried about another explosion. The Ning in this bottle of moonlight ink Isn’t the divine flower juice completely evaporated?” Yerkes stared at the mouth of the ink bottle with some confusion, then stretched out his hand to me and said, “Bring it here!”

His eyes fell on the magic engraving pen in my hand. I quickly handed over the magic engraving pen. When he held the magic engraving pen in his right hand, he was trembling slightly. Even if he tried to restrain himself, it still had no effect. The magic engraving pen tremblingly reached into the ink bottle. I had an ominous premonition in my heart. I squatted down and screamed.

"Boom"!

The magic ink bottle in Yerkes' hand exploded again the moment the magic engraving pen was inserted into the mouth of the bottle. I happened to be screaming and squatting down, and the broken glass pieces flew over my head and back. The sharp pieces of glass scratched my back and hurt, so I simply wore a magic robe today. This magic robe issued to magic apprentices in the academy, although it looks shabby, has a very strong defense. It is an ordinary thing. It's hard to cut it.

When I raised my head again, I saw Scholar Yerkes standing there blankly with a face full of black and gray. The glass bottle containing magic ink in his hand had exploded. Not even the glass shards were left. Instead, Yerkes took the The hand holding the glass bottle was dripping with blood from the explosion. The magic engraving pen on the other hand was also blown to half, but I found that even so, the other parts of Scholar Yerkes' body were almost undamaged. There was a layer of vagueness around his body. The oval-shaped light shield appeared and disappeared. I thought to myself: Is this a magic shield?

Yerkes' face was not as ugly as expected. He kept repeating a sentence with some paranoia: "There is nothing wrong with the moonlight ink. This bottle of ink is indeed a discarded ink that has expired. So what is the reason? What is the reason? Woolen cloth?"

His eyes suddenly stared at me like a greedy wolf, and then he said: "How on earth did you do that?"

"Is this a magic scroll?" I didn't understand what he meant. Seeing his vicious expression, I couldn't help but take two steps back.

Yerkes seemed to suddenly think of something again. He grabbed the scroll and walked back to the other side of the room. There were piles of abandoned machines there. He squatted in the dismantled garbage pile, and kept talking. After rummaging around, he finally found a one-foot-square piece in the trash. rune metal plates. I rarely come into contact with these magic props. These things are treasured by merchants as store treasures. For a kid like me, it is difficult to see these magic props when I usually visit the store, so I don’t know what exactly he took out.

He placed the rune metal plate on the ground, unfolded the scroll I had just drawn, and skillfully recited a short magic spell in his mouth. After the spell was recited, all the lines of the entire magic scroll turned bright red. The color, streaks of red light shot out from the magic patterns, making Yerkes' entire face covered in black ash turn red. The power of those hot flames made the room heat up continuously. He laid the scroll flat and put it in. into the groove of the metal plate and snap the lid on skillfully.

Yerkes skillfully pressed the button on the metal plate, and the entire rune metal plate gradually became brighter. His eyes were fixed on the bright strips of the metal plate, which had little horizontal stripes drawn with magic ink. Being ignited, climbing up little by little from the bottom, Up to the top, the horizontal stripes of light did not stop there, and the stripes continued to light up. It was green at first, and gradually transitioned to yellow. At the end, the speed of being lit had slowed down, but those The color of the horizontal stripes has turned red.

I don’t know what it means, but when the Yerkes scholars saw the yellow horizontal stripes light up, the sharpness in their eyes disappeared. When the yellow horizontal stripes completely lit up and red horizontal stripes appeared, There was a clear look of surprise on his face. While he was amazed, there was a lot of confusion in his eyes, and he still muttered to himself: "How could this happen? What is the reason? This energy stripe... …”

I couldn't understand what he was talking about for a while, but I knew that this metal plate should be a magic item such as a magic energy testing instrument.

"Under what conditions can the expired moonlight ink, incomplete magic parchment, and ordinary magic engraving pen be used to draw such a first-level high-level magic that is 20% higher than the magic capacity of ordinary fire magic scrolls?" Fire magic scroll? How exactly is it done?" Scholar Yerkes raised his head and asked me.

I looked at him in confusion, not knowing how Gao would answer, because I didn't understand what he said. I hesitated for a long time before saying, "Scholar Yerkes, otherwise I will give it to you again." Draw it again?”

"Are you sure you can still make it?" Yerkes' mouth turned into an O shape.

He thought it was just something I did accidentally, so he was so eager to find out the reason immediately. He was worried that if time went on for too long, he would slowly lose track of the small details. So he wanted to strike while the iron was hot and find out the key tips.

He said cheerfully: "Okay, let's draw another one!"

So we immediately made some preparations. The first thing we had to do was to prepare the expired moonlight ink. The remaining ink in the original glass bottle had exploded again, and even the bottle residue could not be found. If I hadn't escaped in time, I might have died at this time. It was going to be a disaster, but the Yerkes scholar seemed to have some kind of shield on his body, and he survived such an explosion unharmed.

As for how to find effective moonlight ink, that's easy to do. Open the cap of a normal bottle of moonlight ink and place it in the air. After an hour, the Ningshen flower juice in the bottle of ink will completely evaporate, and the ink will be on the verge of failure. All we have to pay is some time. For that, Yerkes and I are willing to wait.

The incomplete magic parchment, according to Scholar Yerkes' idea, is to find a complete piece of parchment in the cabinet, and then directly cut out a piece according to the outline of the parchment I used to make the magic scroll. . But I stopped him from doing this. I picked through a pile of discarded magic parchments for a long time, and then I found a piece of parchment that was barely as big as the one just now. Both had one corner burned. It is blurry, but the total area does not affect the drawing of magic patterns, and it is placed on the test bench.

The magic carving pen that was broken in the explosion just now can only be discarded and replaced with a brand new one.

At first, Yerkes was a little surprised to see that the laboratory had become a little tidier, but then he saw that the bookshelf in the corner had become more orderly, and his face was slightly unhappy. The closer he got, the darker his face became, and finally turned dark. Almost dripping water. But since I was going to draw a magic scroll later, he couldn't get angry easily, so he could only hold his anger in his heart. But when he came closer and saw the magic books divided into categories, he raised his eyebrows slightly and made a sound of admiration. He pointed at the magic books on the shelf and said in a low voice: "Well done!"

It seems that he rarely praises people and his tone is a bit stiff.