Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"Due to the damage to the array patterns within my body, the Flame Wall and Fireball Techniques cannot be used," Yan continued, her voice completely flat.

When the alchemy faction's wizards set up the crisis management procedures for it, they separated the degree of physical damage and the integrity of the magic array into two major weights and wrote them into the underlying logic.

Generally speaking, for these mechanical bodies that use witchcraft as their core combat power, the completeness of the formation is more important than the physical body.

Therefore, when faced with a choice between physical injury and destruction of the array patterns, Yan would always choose to endure the greater physical trauma in order to preserve the array patterns.

But the situation was different just now—no matter how it adjusted its evasive trajectory, it couldn't escape the fate of damaging the array's patterns. After weighing the options, it could only abandon the pattern with the lowest weight.

Therefore, its final choice was to destroy the patterns of the [Flame Wall Fireball] spell. Presumably, in the mind of the wizard who created it, the Flame Wall was the lowest priority.

Incidentally, among all the spell patterns, the most common fireball spell has the highest priority because it is connected to other branches of spells. Once the fireball spell pattern is damaged, Yan will not be able to cast any spells.

"It doesn't achieve full coverage." Roy scratched his head, looking at the charred floor tiles and walls.

The Split Fireball only hit a limited area, and many of the floor tiles looked like traps.

"Although the tripwire was connected to the siege crossbow, it doesn't mean that other traps wouldn't be linked to the siege crossbow." Recalling the power of that arrow, Roy's teeth chattered a little.

He used his True Sight to examine the arrowhead and discovered that it was also made of dragon tooth steel ingots, which explained its terrifying penetrating power.

"If there are still traps that trigger the siege crossbows, then we're in trouble." Roy glanced at Flame, who was walking unsteadily.

Okay, among the fireball techniques that Flame has mastered, there is one ability that is quite suitable for the current situation.

The large fireball spell, though seemingly massive, actually has reduced power but enhanced visual effects.

However, despite its low power, it is certain that it will reach the pressure required to trigger a trap.

Roy gestured with his fingers, indicating that the area covered by two large fireballs side by side was larger than the cross-section of the passageway.

Yan stood at the left and right ends of the passageway respectively and released a large fireball spell. After a burst of flames, all sorts of strange traps flew into the passageway.

Besides arrows, there were also iron spikes, metal spears, and even splashed acid that corroded a large hole in the ground.

Even disregarding the spikes and spears, with current equipment technology, it's still highly possible that the acid could seep into his body through the gaps in the armor plates.

Even though all the traps seemed to have been triggered, Roy was still not at ease. He waited until Flame reached the other side before following its path.

There was no fork in the road; turn left. Roy was stunned.

It was another passageway, almost identical to the one before.

He raised an eyebrow.

He dodged to the corner and ordered Flame to fire two more large fireballs.

Ping pong!

A dense rain of arrows danced wildly in the passageway, eventually embedding themselves in the wall.

This time, there were no siege crossbows, but the density of the attacks was significantly higher.

Turn the corner again, and you'll find the same passageway.

Roy's eyelids twitched.

"Again, a large fireball!"

One passage after another was destroyed by the massive fireball spell. Roy's emotions went from excitement to numbness. He wondered why so many weapons were used just to ensure that the slick bear was killed and prevented from escaping.

Even small siege crossbows appeared a total of three times!

Are you afraid of missing?

In short, this long passage was riddled with so many traps, with almost every tile and wall concealed, that Roy thought of one word.

Make a big deal out of a molehill.

Even a fully armed knight, traveling alone through this passage, would most likely perish.

Fortunately, because Roy had Flame stand near the wall to cast a large fireball, the bolts fired by the siege crossbows the next two times did not cause any real damage to Flame; they only penetrated the wall and became deeply embedded in the rock.

Roy also used three magic stones to recharge Flame, ensuring that its magic power could be used to cast the fireball spell, before they finally made it through the winding passageway.

In the end, what appeared before them was a gate.

The height of the gate was almost half that of a city gate.

Roy noticed with his sharp eyes that there was a long inscription that looked like text carved on the bottom of the door.

It is said to resemble writing because it follows the composition rules of the official script of the Blackwater Territory, namely English.

It is clear that these marks are composed of 26 letters.

However, in terms of grammar and even the specific meanings of words, it differs greatly from modern writing systems.

"Classical Chinese? No, not to that extent."

When Roy reads classical Chinese texts in English now, he should be just like someone who has never systematically studied classical Chinese, completely bewildered. However, he can roughly understand the meaning of these words.

"It's more like the classical vernacular used in novels such as 'Water Margin' and 'Journey to the West.' Moreover, it was written during the heyday of classical vernacular, which is why it's so easy to understand."

"So, this text was recorded not too long ago?"

Three hundred years?

Two hundred years?

Roy was silent for a moment.

Actually, it could be even shorter.

It might even happen within a hundred years.

In modern China, it only took thirty or forty years for vernacular Chinese to become widespread. Given the limited information transmission speed in the Blackwater Territory, it would have taken about twice that time.

Let's just assume this door is a creation from a hundred years ago.

Roy began to read the text on the door, and could understand about 80%, which was more than enough for a brief translation.

"Honorable wizard, Lord Phaethon, you personally helped us build this impregnable prison! Look at those winding passages, every inch is filled with deadly traps and hidden mechanisms. If anyone dares to trespass, hundreds and thousands of arrows will burst forth, bombarding us like a torrential downpour. Even the strongest knight in heavy armor will be riddled with holes in an instant!"

"The lord himself promised that these traps, enhanced by his secret arts, would be powerful enough to last for hundreds of years, guarding this place forever! Ah, praise be to Lord Phaethon, dear Lord Phaethon!"

"At the same time, the Lord also helped us build an unbreakable prison fence. No matter how powerful those vicious villains were, they could not budge our prison in the slightest! Ah, and how magnificent are the chains that bind them! And in the open space, there is a perfect statue of Lord Phaethon for all the prisoners to admire!"

"The number of villains in our Dragonfang Town has increased dramatically in an instant, earning the Lord's praise. All this is thanks to Lord Phaethon, an expert in alchemy, a supreme alchemist who can turn the rotten into the miraculous and the stony into gold!"

"Finally, Lord Phaethon planted the seeds of ore, prophesying that the ore in this mine would bloom again in fifty years. Praise be to the Lord! Praise be to Lord Phaethon!"

The text ends here, and regardless of where the writing style originated, it reveals excitement, fervor, and boundless reverence for Phaethon.

They even placed him on the same level as the Lord.

"So, this is roughly the timeline," Roy said, frowning in thought.

"About 100 years ago, the ore in this mine was completely mined out. After that, the people of Dragontooth Town transformed the deepest part of the mine into a prison. This so-called alchemist wizard, Phaethon, made a great contribution to the construction of the prison. If nothing unexpected happens, he should have built the most fortified prison in Blackwater Territory."

"After that, he planted an unknown substance called 'seed of ore' in the mine, and fifty years later, the mine was reborn. Today, the minerals have been completely mined out again."

"Since this is a prison, the strength of the traps outside is much more reasonable."