Spellcasting Heavens

"Aha! The protective flame barrier has been broken! Quite an achievement! With that alone, I think the next test will be spared. Now, say your name aloud, young man, on behalf of Kirin. You are welcome to join the Council of Trustees." Charles stared at the burnt black spot on his robe, his eyes revealing undisguised surprise and surprise.

"Zhang Cheng, this is my name, and I'm very honored to be a member of Dalaran." Zhang Cheng endured the dizziness after releasing his mana, bent down and touched his chest with one hand.

After all, according to the teaching in the book, most mages perceive that the target has some kind of targeted protection, so the first reaction is definitely to change the spell type, just like what he did at the beginning.

Due to the limitation of inertial thinking, they seldom even think that each enchantment actually has a corresponding upper limit of tolerance, and they will not even try to break it.

But for Zhang Cheng, who has played games, everything in this world is just a series of numbers. The damaging spells he releases are one number, and the protective barrier is another number.

When the sum of the former's damage value exceeds the latter's, the barrier will naturally shatter, just like many people mistakenly believe that water can restrain fire, but in fact there is no one who restrains the other.

If the temperature of the flame is high enough and the combustion range is wide enough, no matter how much water is sprinkled, it will only be evaporated, and even at a certain pressure, it can be decomposed into hydrogen and oxygen to support combustion.

In the same way, if you want to put out a candle, a glass of water is enough.

Ultimately, all of the above examples are comparisons of quality and quantity, simple mathematics, not metaphysics, or uncontrollable supernatural forces.

"Zhang Cheng? What a strange name, how do you spell it?" Charles opened a roster and asked without looking up.

"Forget it, I'll write it myself."

Zhang Cheng sighed helplessly, took the initiative to take two steps forward, dipped a quill pen in his hand with some ink, and filled in his name in the blank according to the transliteration of Azeroth's common human language.

In fact, according to the original plan, he originally planned to use a pseudonym, but considering that the other party seemed to have used an unknown method just now, he could tell whether he was lying or not, so he decided to use his real name.

Anyway, he is not an original inhabitant of this world at all. Even if someone uses this name to investigate, they will only get nothing in the end.

Just as the last stroke was completed, the name suddenly glowed with golden light, followed by Zhang Cheng's dynamic avatar appearing out of thin air on the page below.

Seeing this scene, the old mage nodded with satisfaction immediately: "Very good, now you are a registered mage of the Kirin Tor Council, I will make a violet ring for you within three days. Tell me, What magical attributes do you like to add to it?"

"You can also choose attributes?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Why not? Although most mages choose intelligence and mana recovery speed, I still have at least twelve attributes to choose from. You can choose two to add to the ring at will." Said, Charles Looking through the messy table, I quickly found a yellowed list.

Zhang Cheng took a look and found that there are a series of combinations including increasing the power of damage spells, blessing the wearer with a layer of mana shield in a short period of time, and reducing a certain magic resistance of the target.

He thought about it for a few minutes, and finally pointed to the power and intelligence of the damage spell and said, "That's it."

"No problem, I'll pick up the ring here in three days. Oh, by the way, about the other two violet rings in your hand, the Damien one is a trophy, so I won't take it back, but the Risen one must be Return it to the council. We will use this ring to make a small tombstone to commemorate his life." While recording the two combinations, Charles explained his reasons for recycling the Violet Ring.

"Of course! I have absolutely no opinion." Zhang Cheng agreed without thinking.

According to Risen's memory, Dalaran does have a tradition of making tombstones with rings. Unless it is a traitor or commits a major mistake, every dead mage will be in a secret room called "resting place". own location.

"Very good here, here's your temporary ID card, which gives you access to the library, a room of your own in the common room, and a free food supply. Besides that, If you want to use services such as alchemy laboratories, observatories, teleportation, etc., you can apply one day in advance, and then pay the corresponding fees according to the time.”

After briefly explaining the purpose, the old mage quickly put the button-sized violet nameplate into Zhang Cheng's hand, followed by taking out a crystal clear crystal stone from the drawer, carefully placing it on the shelf, and using a carving knife Intricate patterns are carved on the top.

His expression was so focused that he forgot that there were still two people in the room~www.wuxiahere.com~ Zhang Cheng, who was left to the side, felt a little embarrassed. Take to the streets to explore this still-under-construction city of wonders.

Luckily, Ansrem Luin Wever didn't embarrass him for too long. After just three or five minutes, he stood up from the chair and said in a slightly tired voice, "Let's go, I'll take you there now. See you friends. By the way, thank you for helping the merchant keep the Arcane Crystal, and I'll give you a reward in return."

"You're too polite, these are what I should do." Zhang Cheng pretended to be humble and gave a salute.

"Hypocrisy! Young man, you don't have to act in front of me. Remember, as the administrator of Dalaran, I must always be alert to the invasion from the enemy, so those just weren't aimed at you, understand?" Rem Luinweiver asked Zhang Cheng's eyes.

"clear!"

"Well! You can continue to keep your own little secret, as long as it doesn't endanger the council."

After saying this, Ansrem Ruinweiver leaned on his staff and stepped out of the domed hall, walking along the street that was still being paved.

He didn't even notice that Zhang Cheng, who was following behind, secretly took out a parchment scroll with a ecstatic expression on his face.

I saw the words on it: The mission, the apprentice's trial is completed, the talent is activated, and you have gained seventeen talent points.

With seventeen talent points, according to the first talent point obtained at level ten in the game, his current occupation level should be twenty-six.

Without any hesitation, he directly filled out the five items of Enhanced Frostbolt, Frost Shard, Deep Frostbite, Rapid Cooling, and Bone Biting Ice on the talent panel given on the parchment...