Oracle of Terra

"Stretch out your hand."

"Uh...."

Hearing this, Ifrit was somewhat reluctant, after all, she was often slapped by Hemer.

"Stretch out your hand."

"it is good."

She closed her eyes with an expression as if she was trying to endure the pain, but the imagined pain never came.

What she saw was Saria carefully inspecting her arm that had just peeled off and turned into a red molten arm.

"No problem, it's incredible."

"It's not unbelievable, it's the form transformation of the Balrog, but because Ifrit hasn't fully mastered the power yet, the transformation looks a bit thrilling."

"That is to say, I can transform!?"

Hearing this, the little girl looked at Telles excitedly.

"Uh... it's a form change."

Telles, who has a little PTSD about the word "transformation", is a little helpless.

"In the future, if you become proficient, you will be able to increase your figure by almost three times. It's probably like the big guy you saw before, but it's more solid."

"Uh...the big guy is the same."

"Of course, you can become Q a little bit, just like the little guy floating beside you."

Telles pointed to the little Balrog floating beside Ifrit. After the latter glanced at it, he motioned for the little Balrog to come to her palm.

"It's much cuter than before, this guy."

"It should be said that most of its power has entered your own body, so it looks much smaller than before."

"Well, if I return the power to it, it will still become a big guy?"

"It can be understood in this way, if you are willing to listen to it burning in your ears from beginning to end."

"Forget it, so my special training is over?"

Ifrit, who let the little guy in his palm breathe fire and watched it fly around, was a little excited.

"How is it possible, how can it be so fast, now it's just a matter of absorbing power into the body, you have to control yourself not to burst into flames when your emotions fluctuate strongly, this is the problem you have to face, just now you gave Margaret Did your sister see that?"

"Uh... Sister Margaret is sorry."

"It doesn't matter, I accepted Mr. Telles's request to be the 'target', and Mr.'s spells and the assistance of the Shining spirit did not hurt me. It's just that the blow just now really made people feel powerful. If it is not properly manipulated, it will indeed lead to disaster."

Margaret recalled the blow of the claw of the prison flame just now. Although she was not hurt, she still felt a kind of palpitation when the attack hit her face.

Compared with the old Wendigo's heavy spear continuous strikes, although the damage might not be too great, but the scorching heat that directly hit the soul made Margaret still feel unable to dissipate from her mind.

The first thing she thought of when she faced it was 'death'.

"Then play it again this time, to the open space, everyone stand behind Shirtel."

Telles turned his head and glanced at Serena.

"Ms. Saria, you can let go. It's okay. This is a biological form conversion, and it won't cause any damage to her body."

"I understand."

Maybe it's Hemo's request, or maybe it's concern for the child. After all, this isn't her field of expertise, and Serena didn't say much.

But this time, Ifrit stood beside La Shirtel.

"Sister Shirtel, please protect everyone."

"no problem."

With a calm face, Shirtel knocked on the hilt of the sword, and the ash giant appeared behind him, opening his arms to block everyone.

Shining could feel something appearing around him, but he couldn't see it.

Although Telles wanted that Miss Liz to try her Originium skills, but it was not appropriate after all, and it might arouse the resentment of The Shining and Margaret, let alone being hated by girls.

"Ifrit."

"?"

Before the flames ignited, Telles yelled.

"When switching your form, it's best to say something, do some actions, and try to give yourself hints to switch forms, so that you won't burn up when you sleep."

"what...."

Thinking that she might light a fire by herself while sleeping, Ifrit was a little reluctant.

"It's fine after you're proficient at manipulating it. In short, decide on a word first, and it's best to keep it simple."

"Then snap your fingers and 'ignite' it, it looks cooler."

"No problem, then please light the fire."

"it is good."

"【ignition】"

With a snap of his fingers, Ifrit's horns and tail burned, and the skin of his right hand turned into ashes and peeled off, turning into a red arm like a branding iron, flowing with hot energy like magma.

"The power hidden under this form will be activated. How did you let the big guys do things for you in the past? You can also do it now. If you have a little imagination, various forms of flames can also be activated. Remember Talu Do you want to pull the stunts my sister performed for you?"

"Remember!"

Tallulah also likes to use her modeling flames to perform for children, anyway, her flames won't even burn others.

"You can try to imitate it later, or we can ask her to come and teach you. After all, Drake is also a fire expert, but now, thinking of reducing the power, the fire spider that attacked Miss Margaret before, released it towards the open space. .”

"it is good."

Ifrit exhaled, looked at the scorched space not far away, compared her right hand to a claw, and behind her, a pair of flaming claws took shape.

"Almost, but it seems a little too small, Ifrit, make it bigger."

"Huh? Would it be bigger?"

"Yes, bigger, the kind that can explode."

"Oh."

Ifrit closed her eyes and began to imagine larger claws, like the ones that attacked Sister Margaret in a trance.

The flaming claws behind him dissipated, and when Ifrit opened his eyes again, sparks of light flickered in his pupils.

"Look at me... crush it!"

The huge hellfire claws broke through the ground, and with the movement of Ifrit's five fingers, he grasped them together, and then there was an explosion!

--boom!

Compared with the previous bombing, this time it looked like a pinch pop can. Of course, it was a pinch can that exploded.

"good."

The power is much better controlled than before, but the trick is still the same as before.

"Maybe it's time to find a professional to teach you."

Although Telles himself can manipulate flames, he is better at treacherous spells. If possible, he really wants to ask his old opponent to teach the little girl, but it is a pity that he will be rushed directly by the angry old opponent Forget it, let his offspring from his old rival teach here.

"Mulsyth."

"what?"

Muirseth, who began to think about whether he could do similar things in the future, came back to his senses.

"Call our princess over here, don't look unwilling, I haven't done what I told you, go and go, hurry up."

"Oh...."

Although he was somewhat reluctant, Muirseth left the barrier and went to summon Tallulah.

After all, she still wants to see how well Ifrit can hide, so that she will have a reference in the future. After all, this ancient power is the pursuit of Rhine's life, and it is also what she wants from the teacher.

As for Serena, she looked at the excited Ifrit with a serious expression.

This kind of power is their pursuit, and it is too dangerous.

At the same time, she also had the idea of ​​protecting Ifrit from Rhine's life, as well as thinking about what Telles said. Judging by Muleseth's appearance, she was indeed convinced by this man.

Maybe she really needs to think about what Telles said before. As for Ifrit's joy now, she feels that this is not a good state of mind. After this special training is over, she will spend some time Let the child straighten out her thoughts, although she doesn't think Telles didn't think of these things.

Well, Serena never imagined that Telles was trying to create a plan for her to get along with Ifrit to soften Hemer's attitude. She can only be called a straight girl.

385. long

- the flame is burning

Telles squatted on the small bench and watched Ifrit enter the ignition state sweating profusely to control the strength of the flame and the changes of moves, while beside her was Tallulah who was teaching her some skills, saying To be honest, Terra didn't want to delay her vacation. After all, it's rare for their princess to take a break from her busy schedule. First, she directs construction projects, and now she directs fire skills. Telles thinks it's a bit too much trouble for her, but the trouble is troublesome, as long as he is comfortable up.

It is always good for young people to do more.

"Okay, Ifrit, take a break, let's go to lunch, Mr. Raven too, it's hard work maintaining the barrier."

"It's just a hands-on effort."

For this Duke of Draco, Raven's perception is not ordinary. He is polite, funny enough, not rigid, and very upright. He can understand why His Majesty chose this Duchess as his heir, because she is good enough , It's a pity that she is the descendant of the black dragon, I hope there will be no problems with her in the future.

"However, the staff of our little Balrog special training class has also been enriched."

Although besides Ifrit, Tallulah and Linguang used spells and weapons to confront each other in the barrier, as long as Linguang approached him, Tallulah could only admit defeat, but if he didn't get close, he could Tallulah would never admit defeat in the flying aerial turret, but she didn't know why she was thinking about her third-rate swordsmanship, and Telles felt that her swordsmanship was embarrassing to Draco on behalf of the black dragon.

Originally, Drake was an ancestral melee master, but when he came to Tallulah, he became a mid-lane mage, and he was still the kind who couldn't deal gross damage with level A.

"I felt like I was here to go to jail."

Tallulah looked at Telles delicately as she put wild vegetables into her mouth.

"Or you keep flying, Miss Margaret keeps defending, just you come and go, exhausted until you can't fly, she can't defend, and then go and slash as much as you want, you will be beaten into a Muggle?"

"If it is not limited to the venue, I can still run."

Shaking her head, Tallulah misses Alina a little bit. She used to ask Alina for comfort when she was bored, but now, Alina has to take care of her children at school, so she can only come to Sal with her straight steel sister. Gong is on vacation, and she is going to be imprisoned for training by Tresla. Although these days close combat can change from being beaten by rolling to being beaten standing up, she is still very hit by not fighting back at all, after all In terms of physical fitness, she was obviously better than Margaret, but she just couldn't beat her because her skills were too bad.

"The dignified Duke of Sochi, on the battlefield, actually faced the enemy and ran away. Your ancestors probably wanted to beat you when they saw it."

"So you really want to go to Casimir to meet my old ancestor?"

Telles is speaking Yan Guo language with Talula at the moment, and the few people who are eating at the side are listening to the scriptures.

"Maybe there will be no one when I pass by, anyway, Talulah, why don't you practice your swordsmanship, and honestly learn a certain ninja, the golden-haired Walper who will never give up, as a ball rolling ball Long-distance mage, don't let the sword fairy who is thinking about you be fierce."

"You tell me that, hard work will eventually pay off."

It seems that Tallulah still hasn't given up her spring and autumn dream of holding a sword to the end of the world.

"Miss Margaret, what do you think of Tallulah's sword skills?"

"Uh...the breakthrough power is very strong?"

"Oh, it's powerful."

"After all, it put pressure on Margaret."

"You're using a sword as a hammer! Why don't you switch weapons with Miss Margaret, you use a warhammer and she uses a long sword, maybe you can really hit her so hard that she can't fight back."

"Indeed, Tallulah is more suitable for using blunt weapons than skillful weapons such as long swords, or using large swords, battle axes, and war hammers."

"................."

"Look, how pertinent what people say."

Although Talula was really giving herself serious advice until Linguang, but seeing Telles's face, she was a little angry and wanted to beat someone up.

"Don't stare at me. To be honest, your level is only second-rate. Of course, if you spend hundreds of years of hard work, you may have a sufficient level."

"How can I have such a long life?"

Tallulah rolled her eyes, but Telles whistled.

"You have."