Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 71 The Storm is Coming
"These damned birdmen! They actually retreated without a word! Do they think the covenant is just a piece of waste paper?!"

Looking at the backs of the departing Skywing warriors, an elf archer wished he could shoot an arrow at this group of people.

Originally, because all the demons from the entire continent had gathered here, the battle on the front line was very difficult. As a result, at this critical moment, all the members of the Skywing tribe retreated.

One can imagine the anger in his heart at this moment.

"It's a bit strange. Logically speaking, these Skywing warriors are not cowards."

Kraft muttered to himself as he also looked at the backs of the Skywing people leaving in the air.

As a member of the coalition, he is currently fighting to defend the Elf Forest. The battles over the past six months have greatly improved his martial arts skills.

Now, looking at these Skywing people flying towards the northwest, he always had a bad feeling in his heart.

Because when he parted with Celie Roeder and his group, he heard them say that they were going to explore the dwarf ancestral land, and the dwarf ancestral land was in the northwest, exactly the same direction as the Skywing tribe left.

This is completely the opposite direction of their heavenly kingdom.

Something must have happened over there!

But at this moment, Kraft had no choice but to pray silently.

I hope Eric and Norn are okay.

On the other side, Lord and his group settled down in the treasure house.

Anyway, I can't take this stone platform away for the time being, so I might as well study the magic book here to see if there is any solution in it.

Besides, the space here is enough for them to move freely. Although various equipment and treasures take up a lot of space, the rest is more than enough for daily exercise.

"Look at this, Lord."

Celia came and sat down next to Lord, holding a magic book.

"This is?"

Following the direction of her finger, Lord discovered that the magic book contained a magic that could condense water into ice.

"Hey! Isn't this ice-attribute magic?"

"Well, this book seems to be a magic book of a northern race, so it contains many ice-attributed magic moves."

Celia hadn't expected to find the magic moves that Lord had already created here.

Is there no bottleneck in this man's creative talent?
It's amazing that he can even create magic from other races out of thin air.

"Are there any useful moves in there?"

At this moment, the ice-attribute magic moves that Lord and Celia use most often are ice walls, and their only attack move is an ice spear. Although it is very powerful, it is not as useful as the rain of light arrows.

There are many light arrows and each one is powerful, which is much more useful than any attack magic.

Celia was extremely glad that the first magic she taught Lord was the light arrow, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to use the improved version of the light arrow which is so useful now.

"How about this? It's a more powerful version of the one you used to freeze the stream. If you unleash it at full power, it could easily freeze a lake or even the ocean."

"That's too much. I guess it's only a few thousand meters deep. It's not even close to freezing the ocean."

Why does this thing sound like a low-profile version of Ice Age?
Lord felt that learning this thing was useless. They rarely saw any decent lakes or rivers along the way, let alone the sea.

"What about this?" Celie turned a page. "Frost Breath, which can release a breath that instantly freezes the enemy into an ice sculpture?"

"No, no, no! I feel it's not as good as the light arrow." Lord shook his head like a rattle.

"What about this? Can it condense into an ice spear in mid-air to attack the enemy?"

"Are there many light arrows?"

"No, you can only condense one at a time."

"I won't learn it!"

"Hmph!" Miss Celia was clearly displeased. "You won't learn this or that, what exactly do you want to learn?" She even stretched out her little foot and lightly kicked the ungrateful human. It didn't hurt much, but at least her anger was well conveyed.

"Well, if you hit me on the head three times it would taste like that."

"What do you mean? Why did I hit you on the head three times?"

"Because it means I'll be at your bedside at three o'clock tonight!"

Lord lied without blushing or beating his heart. After all, this was another world, so he was not afraid of the ancestor crossing the border to enforce the law and come to find him.

"Can't understand!"

Celia simply stopped worrying about what Lord meant. After all, this man always liked to say incomprehensible things.

She closed the book and tilted her head to look at Lord: "Are you not interested in these magic books?"

"Yes! Look," Lord held up the magic book in his hand, "I'm studying right now, aren't I?"

"let me see."

Celia moved her body and moved a little closer, her golden hair falling into Lord's field of vision, along with the pleasant scent of the other person.

"Hmm, is this generative magic?"

"To be precise, it's magic that generates some inorganic matter."

"Inorganic?"

"For example, this gold coin or this gem, both fall into the category of inorganic matter."

"Do you want to learn this magic and create gold coins and gems anytime and anywhere?"

"Yes."

This is a lie.

Lord actually lied.

He wanted to use this magic to explore deeper things, such as the magic of creating certain organic matter.

That way, he could carry out his plans.

But now, he didn't dare to say it out loud.

Just like the last time when he was experimenting with life-extending magic and was caught by Celia, these were all his little secrets.

Celie glanced at Lord suspiciously, tapping the pages of the book with her slender fingers. "Generation magic isn't that easy to learn. Most of it can only last for a short time."

Celia's meaning was very simple, that is, things generated by generation magic can only last for a very short time, and it is possible that they will return to nothingness before you use them.

There is currently no record of it being permanently created, at least Celia has never heard of it.

"I know," Lord smiled and turned a page, "but it records that permanent objects were created using generative magic, although they were just some simple metals and minerals."

"I see. I didn't know that."

"But what I'm more curious about is whether there is magic that can create life!" He pretended to sigh unintentionally, but in fact he was asking Celie indirectly whether she had heard of anything similar.

"Yes, the dwarves have a legend about trying to get their hands on the power of creating life, which belongs only to the goddess."

Lord's heart skipped a beat.

This was exactly what he was looking for.

"What's the result?" he asked calmly.

"I don't know." Celie straightened up, her long golden hair gleaming in the light of the lighting stone. "Legends are just legends after all, and their authenticity is even less than that of the Holy Sword Org. I've always thought it was a fabrication."

Lord nodded thoughtfully, his fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the page in his hand.

(End of this chapter)