Age of Adepts

The wizarding world has never lacked high-level wizards.

In order to continue their own blood, these high-level wizards are also constantly trying various birth methods.

Whether it is natural reproduction or laboratory cultivation, the possibility of giving birth to powerful offspring always exists, but there is a greater chance of giving birth to bloodline descendants without any elemental talent.

It is difficult for a high-level wizard to give birth to blood descendants. In the past, such mortal descendants can only be abandoned, and let them die in such an ordinary way after enjoying a lifetime of honor in the secular territory. If a high-level wizard lived a little longer, he might send away more than a dozen generations of descendants in one go.

The magic essence extracted by high-level alchemy lacks vitality, and even if it is purified again, it is impossible to endow mortals with new magical attributes. But these demon spirits from the mutant moon well have a strange breath of life. Once purified to a certain level, they even have the ability to turn decay into magic, allowing mortals to have magical powers!

For the many high-ranking wizards who are eager to give birth to blood descendants, this also has another guarantee, and it makes them have no regrets.

However, with the current output of Mutant Moon Well, only 50 grams of magic essence can be purified every month, and it will take half a year to get enough to purify the powerful magic essence.

However, considering the broad and bright future of the powerful magic essence, Greem had already set the price of the powerful magic essence at 2 million magic crystals. After all, this is a unique business, and he has never heard of similar items elsewhere!

Although breeding flowers can also achieve a similar effect, this consumable wonder requires one less. Moreover, no one can know where they grow in the Great Thousand Plane, and it is far inferior to the continuous production of powerful magic spirits in front of them.

Moreover, 2 million magic crystals may be a sky-high price for low-level wizards, but for those high-level wizards, it is just the basic cost of a large-scale witchcraft experiment. If you spend 2 million magic crystals, you can guarantee that there will be no "mediocrity" in your offspring. Which high-level wizard would be stingy with magic crystals in this regard?

While Greem was silently watching Melinda's every move, the other party finally completed a pious prayer ceremony and slowly recovered from the trance.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Melinda saw the terrifying 'devil' standing beside her with a tall and tall figure!

The other party was only one meter away from her.

Melinda exclaimed, then covered her mouth again, her figure backed up again and again, looking like she was cowering in fear.

Greem didn't care about the cowardice of the elf priestess.

Leaning out, he slightly looked down at the half-stored moon water in the moon well, with a satisfied smile on his face. In another three to five days, it would be enough to purify the moon water share of the first bottle of powerful magic essence.

"You... have performed well these days!" Greem looked at the elf priestess with a gentle smile on his face: "Tell me, you can ask for anything you want, and I will definitely satisfy it!"

Even a slap in the face will give a sweet date to eat!

The other party did not slack off at work, so he should be rewarded for praying so diligently every day.

"I...I..." The elf priestess's lips trembled slightly, as if hesitating to speak.

"If you don't ask for it, forget it, I have something to go first!" Greem turned around and wanted to leave.

"No... I have a request..."

"explain!"

"I want...I want to have some companions to accompany me!" The elf priestess finally dared to speak out her request.

Greem turned around, looked at the other party, and turned his head to think for a while.

"Tomorrow I will bring one of your companions, but you have to teach her the rules here. If you continue to perform so well in the future, I will release all your companions one after another..."

Melinda's beautiful eyes immediately lit up, and hurried forward: "I will be obedient! I will make them obedient, you...you can rest assured of me!"

Even on the plane of Faen, the elf priestesses never did any combat training. Their only daily task is to do some cleaning and cleaning work in the elf temple or altar, and hold some public prayer ceremonies regularly.

Therefore, Melinda Kong has Tier 1 level, but she really can't talk about it in terms of combat power.

Greem didn't say any more, he slightly nodded at the priestess, took two steps outside, and disappeared on the spot with a flame that soared into the sky.

Melinda bit her lips tightly, thought for a long time, and finally knelt down under the quiet and elegant moonlight again, and silently prayed to the bright moon showing a curved corner in the sky: "Your Majesty the Moon God, what should I do?" What should I do? Is what I am doing right or wrong, and I hope to get your advice..."

It's a pity that this is not the plane of Faen, but the extremely powerful world of wizards. The moonlight god Mi Wei she prayed to had a low divine power, and she couldn't extend her divine power to this corner at all.

So, her prayers are doomed!

And just when Melinda fell into a state of pious prayer again, Greem wearing a red witch robe silently appeared somewhere in the nearby black forest, watching from a distance through the distance of nearly 5 miles and densely packed towering ancient trees The cabin in the woods.

There was a strange sound of flapping wings.

Immediately, a blood-red sharp-billed bat flew out of the deep and dark forest, and turned into a pale middle-aged noble man in fine robes in front of Greem.

"Master Patriarch, what are your orders for summoning Wenlier?"

"That hut in the forest is a secret experiment site I set up, and no outsiders are allowed to destroy it. You assign people and seal the vicinity to me, and no outsiders are allowed to break in. Whether it is a monster or a wizard, once you break in It doesn't matter if you get shot or killed. If there is someone who can't deal with it, let me know as soon as possible!"

"Yes! I'll arrange it now."

Although a protective witch array had been set up near the forest hut, Greem was worried and sent some more people. It wasn't until the place was tightly guarded that he turned and left in peace.

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white tower.

A secret room.

As a flame dissipated, Greem's tall figure strode out and returned to his residence.

Now he has become more proficient at driving flames. As long as he leaves a mark of witchcraft in advance, he can teleport there directly with the subtle induction between the flames.

Of course, the distance of this kind of medium-range flame transmission cannot exceed 50 miles, and it needs to be arranged in advance, so it is difficult to make temporary arrangements during the battle.

However, after advancing to the third level, many tactics that have been conceived in the past but could not be implemented due to strength can now be used.

Currently, what Greem most wants to optimize and adjust is his mobility!

As an elemental wizard, only by serving as a firepower turret can he truly display his strengths.

However, the extreme lack of mobile witchcraft in the past made Greem have to transform into a Balrog many times, and then act as a half-baked flame warrior. Now it has become the third level, and the flame witchcraft has become more and more exquisite.

Greem and the chip conducted a long-term deduction and planning, and finally came up with a set of feasible enhancement plans.

Flamethrower!

Flame jet is an extremely simple application in flame witchcraft. It can spray the gathered fire element particles in a certain direction in a fan shape to form a flame surface damage.

Now, Greem combined the 'Fire Shaping' ability in the flame suit to condense a pair of flame armor for himself. The meaning of this armor is not for defense, but for mobility.

Just like small and fine flame jet engines, driven by Greem's own huge flame energy, it can spray high-temperature flames outwards through tiny holes, and then use the reverse thrust of the flames to achieve the final result. Fast movement in domain space.

It's just that Greem needs to slowly adapt to this sharply increased movement speed.

Therefore, these days, Greem took 2-3 hours every day to exercise his nerve reflexes.

In this secret room, Greem arranged hundreds of scattered and disorderly spiked wooden stakes, and then forced himself to start the flame jet engine, passing through it at super high speed.

Of course, for safety's sake, Greem also blessed himself with several flame shields.

Unfortunately, in the first half a month, Greem successfully turned himself into a flaming cannonball. Every time the flame jet engine was turned on, he would transform into a bolide, smashing through countless wooden piles along the way, and then sticking firmly to the stone wall.

If it wasn't for the flame shield, I'm afraid half of his life would have been given here!

Such a sad day lasted for half a month, and Greem was barely able to control the speed of the flame jet engine. However, when walking through the pile array, there would always be some unpredictable mistakes in the cooperation between him and the chip, and the end of each mistake, of course, was bad luck for the piles.

Either it was scorched into charcoal by the jet of high-temperature flames, or it was smashed to pieces by the frantic Greem.

After exercising for a long time, he still didn't make much progress, which also made Greem completely lose confidence in his athletic talent, so he could only transfer all the control of the flame jet engine to the chip in his brain.

Compared with the fuzzy motion perception of the human brain, the chip's control of the flame jet engine is more delicate and agile.

Whenever the flame-throwing engine is activated, Greem will transform into a flame figure, and quickly move, advance and retreat among the densely packed spiked wooden piles at super high speed. It's a pity that although his figure is very agile, his expression doesn't match his figure at all.

Greem's screams never stopped as he watched the wooden stakes swiftly passing by in front of his eyes, and saw the sharp thorns approaching rapidly. After a round of practice, although he was unscathed and completed all the movements perfectly, the big beads of sweat had soaked through his entire clothes.

This kind of first-person perspective practice is even more exciting than riding a roller coaster a hundred times in the previous life!