The bard fantasized again.

Chapter 37 Fireball and the Sun

Regardless of whether Tang Qi's music can truly inspire people in battle.

Even the black snake dared not let him speak.

He was terrified that if he sang any irritating lyrics again, he would feel like turning around and stabbing his teammates.

They even put fresh flowers in it! Is that something a human being would say?!

The two-headed troll took advantage of the chaos to roll over and extinguish the flames on its body.

Continuing to drag this out is definitely not a wise choice.

"run!"

As a former squad leader, he had a clear mind.

"Lure the trolls into the camp, then escape in the chaos!"

He turned around and called out, also intending to remind Tang Qi.

Looking back, it turns out...

The poet had already run eight zhang away.

"Screw you!"

Black Snake cursed loudly and immediately took off running.

The two-headed troll followed closely behind, not even bothering to remove the short blade from its head, its unsteady gait stomping the earth, shaking the leaves and mist, instantly attracting the attention of the new star:

"You two bastards, don't lure it over here!"

"You cursed us and you'll pay the price. Now the price has come, and you have to take responsibility!"

Before Tang Qi could finish speaking, he pulled a small, exquisite bottle from his pocket and drank the transparent solution inside in one gulp.

The moment the medicine went down his throat, he suddenly felt a profound clarity before his eyes.

The thick fog that had filled the field of vision quietly receded beyond the corners of my eyes.

Even looking up at the dome of this forest, one can glimpse a long Milky Way, winding through the clouds and composed of countless stars, in the distant sky.

【True Vision Eye Drops】, revealing illusions, lasting for 8 hours.

It wasn't the Dawn Forest that gave rise to the hallucinogenic mist.

Rather, the forest itself is shrouded in illusion.

"Enough! Stop it! Stop it!"

Seeing the two-headed troll about to charge into the camp with the two bastards, Nova couldn't resist taking a step forward—

In situations like this, whoever falls behind becomes the human shield.

"Clean up the battlefield, I'll go take care of that guy!"

Fortunately, with the pressure relieved, the wolf had the leisure to notice the camp's movements.

He sprinted forward, covering dozens of feet in just a few breaths, his greatswords trailing naturally as he stopped abruptly at the troll's side.

In terms of craftsmanship alone, this greatsword was made by dwarven artisans and forged from Nord steel from the northern mountains. It is both powerful and resilient, and its design is excellent.

However, it weighs twice as much as an ordinary greatsword.

Even for an ordinary soldier, holding it would probably be difficult.

But in the hands of the Exploding Wolf, this enormous longsword was like a light stick.

When he stopped with his front foot, the momentum of his sprint seemed to be channeled into his legs, causing him to shift his center of gravity forward, tilt his pelvis, and exert force in his torso and arms, transferring all his strength to the greatsword in his hand.

"【Upward Slash】!"

A rough, booming shout erupted, the sword gleaming and flashing with a chilling light.

A crescent moon suddenly appeared, slicing through the thick fog—

The first half was milky white like snow, and the second half was scarlet blood.

Despite wearing plate armor weighing tens of kilograms, the slash still lifted the wolf's body upwards.

Thick blood splattered on the wolf's face from his gaping wound, making him look even more ferocious.

Ascending to just above the troll's head, before it could react, the greatsword behind him swung down again in a crescent shape, and he and the troll fell together to its feet.

"Puch-"

Two slashes, delivered in the blink of an eye, cleaved the troll into the ground, leaving it drenched in blood, its body tilting to one side.

The sword wound spread from its waist all the way to its left ear.

Tiny, blood-red granulation tissue seeped from the overflowing blood, attempting to cling to each other and stitch together.

"[Flame Arrow]!"

The chanting suddenly began, and a beam of fire fell on its wound, burning the newly sprouted flesh until it withered.

The troll roared in pain, forcibly pulling his body back into place. He swung his club, smashing the wolf into a nearby tent.

The charred material from the wound peeled off the epidermis, and a fibroid grew, slowly adhering to the skin.

And the round belly became increasingly shriveled:

"Hungry, hungry!" A round fireball flew like an arrow and landed on its arm, scorching its fur.

This most direct and effective trick has always been highly praised among spellcasters.

According to statistics, it has consistently maintained its position as the second most useful spell in the wizarding world.

When the number of rings in one's hand is limited, it will be the spellcaster's most handy weapon.

As for the last remaining troll, he didn't need to use his last spell slot.

Once the wolf got up and delayed its advance, the mercenaries nearby dealt with the ambush, and it was only a matter of time before they surrounded and killed the two-headed creature.

He vowed to teach those two bastards a lesson they wouldn't forget...

Ok?
What about people?

No matter how far the new star looked, he couldn't catch a glimpse of the two prisoners.

Looking around, they finally saw the two men silently and furtively running out of the camp.

"Two idiots, how could they possibly find their way in a hallucination?"

Just as he was about to laugh, he quickly realized something was wrong.

"Damn it, isn't that the direction my camp is facing!?"

He never expected that the two men were planning to raid his home.

Thinking back to the camp, besides the black sword, there was also his dimensional bag.

Fearing the two scoundrels would sneak away, Xinxing quickly shouted:

"stop--"

As soon as he finished speaking, everything went white before his eyes, causing him to squint instinctively.

The dampness of the mist still lingered on my skin, yet it carried a hint of heat.

Such phenomena are not uncommon.

At least sixteen hours ago, when they entered the forest, they had already experienced two cycles of day and night...

He suddenly realized something was wrong:

"Isn't it precisely because night has just fallen that we decided to set up camp and rest?"

Since it's only late at night, what is this feeling of 'dawn' and this heat?

Nova suddenly opened her eyes, and only then could she see clearly what was burning white mist and illuminating the dawn above the forest dome—

"The second most popular spell is [Fire Arrow], so what's the number one?"

He had also been curious about this question when he first became a mage apprentice.

Until I heard this in the industry:

"There's nothing in this world that can't be solved with a single fireball. If there is, then just throw another one. Or perhaps a higher-level fireball."

So when he learned his first trick, he threw the sparks that sprang from his hands onto the target.

He happily shared all of this with his mentor:
"Look, I've finally learned the fireball spell!"

In his view, the magic trick that burned the straw target, with the orange-red flaming ball moving like an arrow, must be the 'fireball' that everyone talks about.

After all, the name of this spell looks so simple and unadorned.

Mentors are always arrogant and distant.

He didn't see his sharing as naive; his lips curled into a mocking, sarcastic smile as always.
"If this can be considered a fireball spell, then those violent mages who only know how to memorize fireball spells will probably all be out of a job."

"What I threw out was clearly shaped like a fireball, wasn't it?"

"When you truly have more talent than me and are qualified to dabble in third-circle magic, you'll realize how ridiculous you are."

His tutor was too lazy to explain, but that didn't extinguish his curiosity.

Curiosity is the driving force that motivates a person to learn and improve.

However, in the years that he truly stood shoulder to shoulder with his mentor, determined to leave the ivory tower and embark on adventures, he rarely saw anyone use third-circle spells.

Most spellcasters at this level are already quite famous and capable of standing on their own, so they wouldn't form a team with a 'rising star' like him.

As a result, he was never able to grasp the true meaning of this 'fireball'.

But now.

As he gradually felt the heat on his skin, he clearly saw a bright point of light tearing through the darkness like a shooting star, shattering the mist, and the spell about to fall.

He seemed to have finally understood what 'ignorance' meant.

If what you have in your hand is a 'fireball'.

At that moment, he had probably seen the sun.

The raging fire roared like a low growl, piercing through the eardrums.

The bright sparks burst forth, and in their brilliance, they ignite into a sea of ​​fire—

"Boom!!!"

(End of this chapter)