After the internet was disconnected, I connected to the magic world.

Before Grindelwald could recover from the power of the wind blades, McGonagall's wand moved again.

This time he wrote even faster, dark red magic forming a string of runes in the air, his voice low but carrying a magical tremor:

"Fire, explosion, shaping, continuous, rapid fire."

He completed the five runes in one go, and as he pointed his wand toward the door, a fist-sized crimson fireball "whooshed" out from the tip of the wand.

It flew past Grindelwald's shoulder and crashed into the stone wall outside, blasting a dark crater.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

One fireball after another surged from the tip of the staff, forming a fiery red line.

They all flew past Grindelwald, the scorching air waves making his face burn, and a strand of hair on his forehead sizzled and curled up, emitting a burnt smell.

McGonagall didn't put away her wand until the fifth fireball exploded on the wall, the air still filled with the smell of sulfur and burnt stone.

Greenley's eyes widened and his breathing became labored.

fort!

This is the real turret mage!

One fireball after another, each with the power of a hand grenade.

As long as he has enough magic power, he can fire indefinitely, and all he needs to do is stand behind and bombard the enemy. That's the wizard he imagined!

It's a million times more satisfying than those warriors who just slash around with swords!

"Are you stunned?" McGonagall chuckled as she looked at his gleaming eyes and sat back down in her chair.

"It is strong, but its weaknesses are also clearly laid out."

"That burst of fireballs just now, from writing the first rune to releasing the first fireball, took five seconds. The Wind Blade was a little faster, taking three seconds."

"These five seconds are enough for a Tier 1 warrior to rush up to you, stab you through the throat with a sword, and you won't even be able to finish writing the second rune."

Therefore, wizards never charge ahead alone; they either raise servants or create puppets to block their way.

Alternatively, you can cooperate with the barbarians, letting them tank damage and block attacks in front of you, while the wizards deal damage from behind.

Unless you have an instant-cast alchemical item, or an extremely deep understanding of runes.

You can draw a complete rune in one stroke, enabling instant-cast magic; otherwise, never even think about engaging in close combat and sword fights—that's something only a fool would do.

Greenlido nodded quickly, already planning in his mind to gain a thorough understanding of the runes.

You must first craft an alchemical item that can instantly cast a shield, and then craft an amulet that can repel enemies.

In case someone gets close, he can at least block them; he doesn't want to be stabbed to death in the five seconds it takes to draw the runes.

He suddenly remembered the videos posted by Eastern Continent players on the world channel, where those Eastern Continent cultivators didn't need to draw runes or chant incantations.

Every punch and kick is accompanied by a strong wind. Once you reach the Innate Realm, you can even fly through the air. The power of a punch is comparable to a cannonball, and it can be used at both close and long ranges.

Unlike wizards who need someone to shield them, I couldn't help but feel a little envious.

"Don't envy those warrior barbarians, and don't envy the cultivators of the Eastern Continent."

McGonagall seemed to read his mind, tapped her fingers on the table, and became serious.

"I'll say it again, the essence of a wizard is not fighting, but research."

The more you study runes, the more you'll discover that their power permeates every corner of the world.

Wind is runes, fire is runes, stone is runes, and even our bodies are made up of runes.

Once you know enough runes and have a deep enough understanding of the rules, you will be able to set your own rules.

They might even create the world and become a legendary god.

Those fighting and killing tasks can be left to the servants and soldiers.

"Yes, teacher, I understand."

Grindelwald composed himself, carefully noting down his words, when he suddenly remembered what he cared about most and quickly asked.

"Teacher, I heard from players in the Eastern Continent that they have something called spirit stones. Do we have them in the Western Continent?"

"Spirit stones?" McGonagall raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"What do you mean? You mean magic crystals? That's what people from the Eastern Continent call them. We people from the Western Continent call them magic crystals."

He leaned back in his chair, recalling the past, his tone tinged with disdain:

"Those cultivators in the Eastern Continent practice what they call martial arts, right?"

Oh no, it's called true qi. Its power is indeed strange, similar to the effects of our magic.

They can fly and burrow underground, making them much stronger than our local warriors from the Western Continent. But they don't know their value and treat the magic crystals like broken stones.

Previously, caravans from the Eastern Continent would come once every three years, carrying a ship full of goods, often including magic crystals.

They either use the magic crystals as ordinary stones to line the hull of their ships, or they sell them as beautiful jewelry; you can buy one for a few silver coins, and the wizards in our castle always manage to collect a huge pile.

"How do we use the magic crystal?"

Greenleaf asked quickly.

"The magic crystal contains the purest, attribute-free magic power, which does not contain any attributes and can indeed enhance magic power."

McGonagall nodded. "Legend has it that third- or fourth-tier archmages can refine their magic to an unparalleled purity."

It can directly absorb the magic power inside magic crystals, and even directly absorb the free magic power in the air.

Their cultivation speed is ten times faster than ours.

But we first and second-tier wizards can't do that.

"Our magic carries the attributes of magical beast blood, which makes it repulsive to the attribute-less magic in the magic crystal."

Moreover, magic crystals are extremely hard and cannot be cut, so they cannot be set into small alchemical items such as wands and rings.

It can only be used as a core in large alchemy arrays and alchemy items.

I never use them for making medicine or drawing talismans; I have almost half a box of them in my warehouse, and they're practically gathering dust.

He paused, then looked up at Greenleaf:

"You're asking this because you want magic crystals?"

"Yes, teacher." Grindelwald didn't hide anything and nodded.

McGonagall gave him a deep look, but didn't ask him what a novice wizard would need magic crystals for.

Every stranger who comes from the sky has his own secrets, and he had no interest in asking.

He got up and walked to the shelf, rummaged through the locked storage box, took out two magic crystals the size of pigeon eggs that glowed with a soft white light, walked back and threw them to Grinleydo.

"Since you want them, keep these two to play with; they're useless to me anyway."

Grindelwald quickly caught it; the magic crystal felt slightly cool to the touch, but his heart warmed, and he bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you, teacher!"

He held the magic crystal, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

"Teacher, I want to earn more magic crystals. Besides gathering herbs, are there any other ways to get them?"

"Simple." McGonagall smiled.

"In the next few days, you should memorize the 36 basic runes and be able to draw them independently."

Go to the Black Forest to hunt monsters. I'll collect the magic cores and materials from first-tier monsters and charge you magic crystals based on their quality.

You are my personally taught disciple, I will not let you down.

"Thank you, teacher! I will definitely memorize the runes as soon as possible!"

Greenleaf was overjoyed and bowed to McGonagall again.

McGonagall waved her hand and tossed him a thick book titled "The Complete Book of Basic Runes," its cover covered in Chinese characters:

"Go ahead, set off for the Black Forest in three days to find the ruins. Don't embarrass me if you can't even recognize the basic runes by then."

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PS: The power system in this book at this stage (I don't want to name Western cultivation systems anymore, it's mainly an Eastern cultivation system):

Tier 1 – Acquired Realm Martial Artist – Tier 1 Monster Beast – Tier 1 Wizard – Tier 1 Warrior.

Second Order – Innate…………………………

Warriors of the same level are the weakest because first-level warriors do not have a meridian system, so what they refine is still battle qi, and its quality can only be compared with true qi.

The use of battle qi to strengthen and amplify one's physical body, as well as to wrap it around weapons and release it externally, is not as cool as that of a martial artist.

However, they can still defeat wizards in close combat, but it's hard to say if the wizards have this alchemical item.

Let me add that currently in the Eastern Continent, only Xuanqing is researching the Way of Runes. Some locals also have rune texts, but they don't study them; they only focus on their own strength.

This is somewhat different from Xizhou. It's not that Xizhou is completely paralyzed; it's just that each system initially had a different focus.

This book is also a story about the protagonist constantly trying and making mistakes to create the world, as well as some behind-the-scenes elements and a group of characters.

There will definitely be things that the protagonist set up himself, only to find they didn't work or were wrong, and that he eventually discarded.

The process involves constant trial and error, unlike the geniuses in online novels who are right from the start.