Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 14 Primal Magic Power
A shrill, monotonous, haunting cry echoed through the tavern.

The little boy's feet were off the ground and he was floating in the air three feet above the ground. He was surrounded by an oval-shaped protective barrier emitting light blue light, and there were crackling dark blue arcs jumping all over his body. Like a madly whirling storm.

Standing up from the ground, Brian witnessed with his own eyes that under the influence of violent magic energy, countless dining tables threw food around, lifted into the air, spun, and fell like raindrops. Heavy chairs or circled in the hall , or shatter against a wall.

The flames in the fireplace spurted out hot tongues, making people scream in shock, and the dry wood and ashes piled up next to them were unwilling to be lonely without wind, raising dust all over the room.

Artus Swift, who was the closest to the little boy, just got up from the ground after being knocked down by Brian, and barely stabilized his body. Suddenly, his body soared into the air uncontrollably, and the cloak embroidered with silver griffin patterns fluttered in the wind. .

His body passed through the hall like a sharp sword, slammed into the wall, made a loud noise and wailed, and then slid off the wall to the ground like a broken doll.

Brian narrowly avoided a roast leg of lamb flying past, and was amused by Artes's embarrassed appearance.

The knights guarding the door exclaimed, and one of them flew over like an arrow from the string, using his burly body to block the fragments falling from the ceiling for the little duke.

At this moment, the cry of the little boy was like a whip, whipping everyone and everything in the tavern.

Anyone who gets up will fall to the ground like a drunk under the influence of violent magic. The only thing they can do is to put their hands on their heads and lean against the wall like a criminal, squatting tremblingly in the corner.

A large silver jug ​​full of dark beer whizzed past Brian's eyes, and the dwarf boss Hasson Steelhammer, who was lying on the table and cursing non-stop, just wanted to dodge, there was a dull clang and a wail, and the dwarf He was instantly knocked down to the ground.

The bubbling strong beer was poured on the dwarf's head, and the alcohol soaked in the wound on his forehead where the silver pot smashed it, making a frothy sound, making him scream in pain.

An oak harp suddenly flew out from the corner behind the counter, and then the obsidian horns of the satyr Mario protruded from the counter.

While screaming in horror, he stretched out his hands and tightly hugged the trembling harp in his arms, refusing to let go, and then the poet's body seemed to be pierced. The ball was spun and flew out.

Looking at the chaotic scene, the young Duke Artes struggled to get up, and finally let three knights cover him, avoiding a barrel of dark beer like rain, a flying dinner plate and two rotating roast sheep Finally rushed to Brian's side in embarrassment.

"What's going on?" Artus said loudly, his voice almost drowning out the din of the tavern so that Brian could hear him clearly.

Just now, he was still using force to forcibly recruit this half-elf who lived by hunting monsters, and thus offended him.

But when this kind of accident happened, Artes couldn't care so much anymore. Through the lightning ball that hit his chest just now, he understood that the Brian in front of him might really be a wizard, which means that only Only then can he stop this chaos.

"How do I know what's going on?" Brian could hear the accusation in the other party's tone, he didn't even think about it, and pretended not to know what was going on.

As soon as the words fell, a golden roast suckling pig fell from the sky, and while Artes was stunned, it hit his back heavily, making him stagger and almost fell to the ground.

"We must find a way to stop him, or the whole tavern may collapse." Artes steadied his body, barely dodged a knife across his face, broke out in a cold sweat, and said to Brian with lingering fear .

"Kill him, and the crisis will naturally be resolved." Brian saw a chair not far away was instantly split into pieces by a dark blue lightning. scare them.

"You can't do this!" A bearded knight beside Artes roared: "He is still a child, sir, I beg you, please think of a way."

Artes looked around anxiously, but to his disappointment, there was no second wizard here.

He has also witnessed the dangerous energy caused by the Warlock's awakened bloodline. Faced with this situation, only wizards have the means to suppress the magic power.

But this was the first time he had seen such a dangerous energy fluctuation.

That's why he dared to risk his life to get close to Brian.

Today, Artes can only pin all his hopes on Brian.

So he hurriedly looked at Brian who was wielding his sword and fighting with the knife and fork dinner plate, and said loudly: "For the sake of the gods, Your Excellency Brian, I was wrong for what I did just now, and I will apologize to you later. So, let's not worry so much now, the most important question now is how to suppress the magic power, and keep this child's life and everyone's safety, if there is a way, we will fully cooperate with your actions. "

The bearded knight waited impatiently for Bryan's answer.

Brian accepted it as soon as he saw it. He knew the consequences of procrastinating, so he calmly looked at the little boy not far away, "This is the purest original magic power emitted by the warlock after he awakened his bloodline. With his current At this age, I can't control this magical energy at all."

"Then how to stop it." Artes asked quickly, and the three knights around him also looked at Brian expectantly.

Brian didn't answer, but just looked thoughtfully at the little boy who was still suspended in the air.

This little guy was surrounded by a light blue oval protective barrier, and countless dark blue lightning bolts crackled like firecrackers, and flew out from time to time, blasting the tables and chairs into sawdust.

If it continues like this, it is only a matter of time before the entire tavern collapses completely. It can be seen from the boy's immature face that if he is not controlled properly, he is likely to be exploded to death by magic power.

"That's right, the one who awakened turned out to be the evocation department." A moment later, feeling the surge of magical energy, he nodded slightly.

The magic system of wizards is divided into eight schools.

Among them, the evocation department focuses on using magic power to create astonishing powers, such as: frost, fire, storm, lightning, acid, force field and other amazing spells.

Because of this, those warlocks who inadvertently awakened the blood of warlocks representing evocation spells were accompanied by the most intense destruction.

In the main material world, the real reason why many places reject the profession of warlocks is that these evocation warlocks cannot control the original magic from the bloodline.

Because they will always make mistakes, resulting in the release of unpredictable chaotic storms, especially when awakening the blood of the Warlock is the most dangerous.

"Follow my instructions, and then the four of you charge up together." Brian clenched his long sword tightly, dodging a crayfish with its teeth and claws, and ordered Artes.

The incident was caused by him, so he naturally thought of a solution long ago.

With the riot of the original magic power in the little guy's body, he obviously felt his arcane fire tremble very violently.

No matter how impressive this feeling was, he would feel this familiar feeling whenever he hunted and killed magical creatures or absorbed the magical energy from precious gemstones.

However, to his surprise, this time the feeling was stronger than any other time.

That's why Brian had a faint feeling that the raw magic power erupting from the little guy's body might be the key to boosting the magic energy of the arcane fire.

(End of this chapter)