When the sun in early spring has not yet fallen on the land of shenlinbao, but the ice and snow in winter are beginning to subside, people who have been suffering in the severe cold for several months finally ushered in a rare sunny day.


    The whole count leader was under the control of Reuven Friede and went on in an orderly way - the young count was like a child who had got a new toy and couldn''t wait to show his plan.


    As a wizard consultant, Loren can finally get a few free days to do something he has always wanted to do, but also in order not to interfere with Lu Wen''s authority. After all, he is the real count, and he is just a little wizard consultant.


    In the past, due to severe forms and various reasons, Reuven had no scruples about delegating power to Loren, even to the point of blind trust, so that the refugees were more familiar with the black haired wizard than the count himself; But now the situation has been greatly alleviated. Naturally, Loren doesn''t need to intervene too much. It''s enough to do a good job as a wizard consultant.


    In the pure white spiritual palace, the boy sitting in a back chair stared at the black haired wizard who was building runes bit by bit, and his blood red eyes blinked continuously.


    Strictly speaking, Loren is not "building" runes at this time, but creating them from scratch - what he is going to do now is something that all casters will do.


    Create a magic that completely belongs to you.


    The difficulty can be imagined. It not only needs enough solid knowledge of incantation and mystics, but also has high requirements for the spiritual palace of wizards. After all, all magic is based on the power of the void. Creating magic is equal to making the most direct contact with the void.


    Capricious visions, capricious messages, like the essence of pus flowing strangely, can completely drive a normal human being crazy.


    Fortunately, due to the existence of Asriel, Loren''s spiritual palace has been greatly improved - the complex information is completely shielded by the pure white wall, which allows him to find all the necessary knowledge as quickly as possible.


    Dozens of opened sheepskin books surrounded Lauren, forming a strange spiral; The black haired wizard kneeling on his knees focused on the "oil painting" in front of him, completely immersed his consciousness and carefully completed the construction.


    It is also because a young man, who originally looked complex in the construction of incantations, has also become a process of painting oil paintings. Although it will not reduce the difficulty much, a little carelessness will lead to complete failure.


    The void force as thick as pus is the "brush", while the flashing and complicated runes are the "pigment". Careful Loren has reached the last step, maintained his consistent patience for a long time, and completed the construction of the whole Rune in the most perfect state.


    From the beginning of preparation to now, Loren has spent two days. There is no concept of time in the void, but the body will be tired and the energy will subside - these objective conditions have seriously hampered Loren''s progress.


    But anyway, he is almost finished. A beautiful oil painting is going through the final coloring. Each stroke is meticulous. "Brush" touches every nerve, and color and lines condense emotion into essence.


    "Done..."


    Consciousness traces back from the spiritual palace to the body, and Lauren''s eyes open slightly and the corners of his mouth rise gently.


    The left hand wearing the "caster" opened slightly, and a delicate red Rune floated in the center of the palm and injected into the left hand like melting.


    In the twinkling of an eye, the golden red flame covered the whole palm. Under the control of Loren''s consciousness, it constantly breathed the tongue of fire and slowly condensed into a "fireball" the size of a table tennis ball.


    High level magic spell, "Turin fire" -!


    According to Loren''s prediction, the fireball can be expanded by at least five to six times, and the accuracy can be guaranteed within 30 meters, turning the guy he meets into a large torch in an instant.


    This is my first completely original high-level magic spell. I use the last name given to me by Leonardo as my first name, and there are some commemorative meanings in it.


    And because it is original, Loren fully knows every structure of the whole spell, and there is room for improvement. The proud black haired wizard raised his mouth gently, and didn''t even notice that a teenager had appeared behind him.


    "I still don''t understand." Asriel shook his head in confusion, and his pale cheeks were full of puzzlement: "you''ve been busy for three days, checked countless materials and devoted yourself to... That''s why?"


    "There are many ways to make a flame, aren''t there - since you have an excellent alchemist like Ayn Rand, you can work with her to transform a more effective igniter."


    "And it''s still a high-level magic spell. Isn''t it too wasteful?"


    "You won''t understand." Lauren enjoyed the small fireball flying on his palm. "This is a person who yearns for magic and can never give up his attachment."


    It was always a great pity for Loren that he couldn''t rub the fireball, so since he had the opportunity, he certainly had to find a way to make up for it.


    What''s more, how can ordinary people understand the dazzling beauty of fire?


    The wonderful combination of dynamic and static produces an impact beyond the edge of human imagination; The explosion of collision is the ultimate embodiment of the beauty of the moment - this vulgar guy doesn''t know art at all!


    Asriel frowned, completely unable to understand Loren''s irrational behavior. Humans are really complex creatures. They will be excited to look like this for a small fireball.


    Without paying too much attention to the young man''s eyes, Loren gently dissipated the flame of his left hand and casually recorded the experimental process in his own notes.


    As Asriel said, "Turin fire" as a high-level magic spell is completely unqualified. Although it is powerful enough, it consumes a lot of energy. Its scope of application is relatively narrow, and there is not even a bottle of kindling agent to be practical.


    But after all, this spell has just been built, and Loren still has time to modify it slowly - most of the spells handed down are the efforts of many spell casters for a lifetime, and nothing can be achieved overnight.


    According to Loren''s imagination, this spell will never stop at the fireball, but can produce more intense combustion to the extent of explosion, and even manipulate the flame at will to devour the enemy with an invisible sea of fire.


    What''s more, with Asriel, what Loren doesn''t need to worry about is the limitation of the spiritual palace. Even if he fails in the end, it''s just a high-level spell - unlike other spell casters, he needs to be very careful to consider whether to master the spell completely.


    Footsteps came from outside the door. With a slight tremor in his ears, Loren immediately closed his notes. The boy on one side of the chair turned into a black feather Eagle again and landed steadily on the fireplace.


    When the door was opened, the man who came in was Sir Aaron, looking at Lauren sitting there with some complicated eyes. The black haired wizard looked up and said, "what can I do for you?"


    "The elves are meeting the count and asking him to keep his promise." Sir Aaron frowned. "You seem to have promised these elves a lot."


    "Iron ingots, flax, livestock and medicine - the winter is not over yet, and our own supplies are still very tight. We don''t have much to support others."


    "Not to mention, they also hope to form an alliance with the Principality of lottel." Aaron shook his head dismissively: "maybe it''s ok if it''s the leader of the whole elf group, but the ancient wood forest is only a larger settlement, and it''s not enough to be a vassal of the Duke!"


    "But these elves are the only line of defense against the invasion of Ogres in the Principality of lottel." Loren explained to him as patiently as possible: "if they collapse, hundreds of Ogres will rush out of the ancient wood forest and enter the deep forest castle!"


    However, sir Aaron obviously didn''t care much about these and didn''t believe that there would be "hundreds of" ogres, so he just waved his hand and interrupted Loren''s explanation.


    "Anyway, the count wants you to be there. After all, it was you who contacted these elves - they fought side by side with us to protect the count. I respect this, but it can''t be a reason for their greed!"