I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

"Her? How can she be that young? Don't let us beat her to tears."

One of the female students questioned, and then her companion covered her mouth and pulled her into the team to hide: "Hey! Don't talk nonsense! Look at her chest, there is a family emblem, it's an eagle!"

"What happened to the eagle?"

"Other countries are fine, but there is only one family in the alliance that can use the eagle emblem... It's the family emblem of the one in the sky..."

“…F*ck!!!”

Ignoring the unfriendly remarks, she blinked her big eyes and looked curiously at the group of people in front of her. She was none other than the silly roe deer Lillian.

The development of the silly roe deer is different from that of other races. Its body grows in stages as its mind changes. The reason it never grew up was because it was protected too well by Alyssa and Medea, and it always had the mentality of a child.

Later, Alyssa sent Lillian to junior high school at the suggestion of her best friend. Only then did she begin to change and gradually developed into the appearance of a junior high school student today.

As for why she was running around on the university campus, it was because the school she attended that offered magic combat courses was the affiliated middle school of Silvias College.

It contains junior high school and high school departments, and is located next to Sivias College. As students of an affiliated school, they are basically potential students of Sivias University, and it is very normal for them to wander around the college.

As for whether it is appropriate for a junior high school student to compete with college students from the Royal Academy, Mori, who can see the strength of those academy students at a glance, would say it is very appropriate because she has an impressive special skill.

The best magician here is only level 7, and the average level is around level 5. If she gets serious, even all of these people combined may not be enough for Lillian to slaughter.

To be on the safe side, Mori sent two students from the Student Union to call a group of science and engineering students who were members of the Combat Magic Club to come over and exchange ideas.

While waiting, the instructor of the Holy Magic Academy of Elno observed the students from the Sylvias Academy passing by. After watching them many times, he discovered a problem, that is, the students here actually have more or less fluctuations of magic elements in their bodies, and some of the stronger ones are not much different from the students he brought.

This made him wonder if Mori was deliberately playing tricks on them.

When Mori heard what he said, he cried out in injustice. Although there were no combat mages in Silvias, there were actually a lot of magicians, including quite a few at level four or five.

It’s just that these students learn magic in order to do other things, and basically have never learned how to fight. Their magical prowess and combat effectiveness are not proportional at all.

As time went by, several male classmates came to Mori from all over the academy to say hello. Only then did the two academies really give up and believe that Silvias really did not have a battle mage department.

You don't need to look at anything else, just look at the way they hold the staffs, they are a bunch of crooked things, and there is one staff moving up and down on their backs, like it's tickling!

Their strength is generally around level 6, which means they have already left the novice stage of magicians that requires years of study and training. Their behavioral habits are also formed at this time. Their standing posture and attitude towards magic are something that normal combat mages cannot even pretend to be.

However, some people did not pay attention to these things, but instead observed their staffs, because the staffs in the hands of several people seemed to be... standard works? !

Chapter 349 Ma Baoli

After some polite words and a simple screening and grouping, the two parties had a competition in a magic laboratory.

Just as Mori said, their students were indeed not very good at fighting. The first group of students who fought against each other had a lot of magic power but were in a mess when casting magic. From time to time, they failed to cast magic because of spell jams. They were definitely newbies.

But even so, he fought back and forth with the mage students of the Royal Academy. There was a gap in combat experience between the two sides, but because of the low density of elements in the subcontinent, the magicians who came to the subcontinent were not able to adapt.

The fighting style that they were good at in the past had to temporarily change the level of the connecting magic because of the excessive consumption of magic power. The sub-continental magicians who had long adapted to the low-magic environment generally took the skill-based route, and were good at amplifying with a variety of small magic combinations. For a while, they were evenly matched.

However, after a long time, when the magicians of the Royal Academy adapted, the students of Silvias were still defeated, and Silvias Academy lost the next two consecutive games.

However, the people from the magic academy who came from the main continent to exchange ideas did not look happy on their faces. Instead, they were all attracted by the wands in the hands of the three novice magicians who came up.

Because in actual combat, these ordinary mass-produced goods were no less effective than the ornately decorated staffs in their hands.

Magic devices in the Magic Continent are actually customized products, because different magic alchemy techniques and habits are different. At the same time, they also accept personal customization preferences. Just like the staffs in their hands now have strong personal style, and are also a symbol of the status of a noble wizard.

But the magic wands of these magicians from Sivias Academy look almost exactly the same.

In fact, it is indeed a mass-produced commodity. When traditional magic alchemists make staffs, the finished products are different depending on the buyer's needs, material differences, personal habits, strength and other factors.

After all, everyone's understanding of alchemy is different, so it's hard to say which inscription arrays are known and which are not.

But these are not a problem for Seris. The alchemist manually engraves the inscriptions through the steady output of magic power, which is an integrated processing and charging.

The Seris Alliance uses chemical or metal etching to directly direct the array pattern on the surface of the material and then fill it with elemental magic, using an assembly line production method that processes first and then charges.

Although the machine tools are not yet intelligent enough and the processing capacity for more sophisticated inscription arrays is insufficient, the speed of mass production is not fast, but compared with manual workshops, the output is still at a crushing level.

In the future, as the level of mechanical processing gradually improves with the technology, the Alliance will be able to make many micro-carving and nesting technologies that alchemists are completely unable to do, and the magical products produced will be more advanced.

Of course, this is all later news. Currently, the cost of mass-produced magic devices is already very low, and they are completely civilian products. Their functionality is no worse than the customized products of these noble wizards.

Even in terms of the arrangement and stacking logic of the inscription array, the alliance built with computer-aided computational science optimization can achieve the desired performance at the lowest cost.

The product's functionality and manufacturing costs have been so low that Alchemists simply cannot afford it.

This is also the main reason why the Alliance's view of magicians is no different from that of ordinary people. After all, rare things are valuable. For the Alliance, which can fully unleash the talents of ordinary people, magicians are nothing rare.

If necessary, they can also train a group of professional magicians, or elite magicians who are fully armed. The cost is not much, but there is no such demand.

After all, although the mage corps composed of magicians is powerful, there are many things in the industrialized system that can achieve similar firepower delivery efficiency, with lower costs and easier mass production.

The alliance has its own considerations regarding the positioning of magic.

With the dwarves' mistake as a reference, the Alliance has now invested in life genetic engineering and launched an incubation program to screen and search for genetic fragments in the human body that are suitable for magical talents.

Perhaps in the near future, magical bloodline will be an alternative way for ordinary people in the Alliance to prolong their lifespan.

Mori was a little overwhelmed after losing consecutively. Although he didn't expect to win the match, he should at least win one round, right? Otherwise, it would be too miserable.

He had no choice but to let the mascot Lillian go on the field. Before the fight started, he solemnly said, "Everyone, just stop there. Don't take it too seriously to avoid accidental injuries."

Irina, the female mage from the Holy Magic Academy of Elnor, who had been indifferent, raised her eyebrows when she heard this. She felt that she had suddenly grown a rebellious bone. Hey! Now that you say that, I have to be more serious!

The senior led by Elno is a 9th-level warrior with some dragon blood. He will easily enter the saint level in the future and have a combat power far exceeding that of magicians of the same level.

The one who played had the lowest strength among all the players in the Elno Academy, only at level 5. Arranging her to play was actually to give face to Mori.

Although Lillian is young, she is still a rank 6 magician. Her chances of winning are relatively high. Even if she loses, it doesn't really matter. One is young, and the other is weak, which is understandable.

But Miss Irina obviously didn't want to just fight casually, and she started with a big move:

[The red lotus fire that burns endlessly deep in the dark ground~ I summon you in my name, please lend me your power and condense it in my hands... Turn it into an angry storm and tear apart everything in front of you! ]

A white flame appeared in front of her. At the same time, the staff in her hand emitted a green light that covered the staff. A strong storm airflow swirled around the staff with the staff as the eye.

As Irina swung her staff through the flames, the fire storm stained with blazing white flames separated from the staff and expanded rapidly. By the time it reached the center of the venue, it had turned into a fire tornado more than ten meters high and several meters in diameter, pressing towards Lillian.

"ah!"

Lillian screamed and hurriedly added another layer of magic shield for herself, preparing to take it head-on.

Mori's face suddenly turned ugly. This was a level 6 combination magic. The girl couldn't cast this thing by herself, but with the energy supply from the staff core, the situation would be different.

A good staff can seal one or two powerful spells for emergency use, and the female student from the academy obviously used this function of the staff.

She herself took a shortcut by using only a level 4 summoning magic to summon high-temperature flames, and then amplified the destructive power of the magic through fusion.

As for why Mori didn't go to the rescue, it was naturally because he knew what race Lillian was, and this magic would not cause any harm to Lillian.

Her passive racial talent is a high resistance to magic, and when she is close to a natural environment, she can even transfer damage to nature.

Anyway, she has no attacking ability but it is also difficult for you to kill her.

Mori's detection revealed that although Lillian's breath fluctuations were somewhat disordered, they did not weaken, indicating that she was indeed not hurt.

However, Lillian still suffered a small loss due to being caught off guard. She was not very skilled in using shield magic, so part of her dress was burned, and a part of the white hair on her little tail was also burned off.

Irina and students from other colleges were a little surprised to see that the opponent was not seriously injured. If they couldn't do anything to the opponent, it would be difficult to fight him later.

Lillian felt her tail getting cold and turned her head to take a look. She was so angry that her ears stood up and a faint steam came out. The others followed her movements and saw that her little tail had a black spot and burst into laughter.

Lillian's cheeks puffed up as she stared at Irina, who was covering her mouth and laughing. "You bullied me! Don't blame me for being rude!"

Junior high school students don’t seem to have much killing power, and being angry only makes Irina feel funny, so she crossed her arms and teased, “Use whatever tricks you have, little bean sprout.”

Lillian's angry expression disappeared immediately after hearing this, and she held the staff in both hands with a serious look on her face.

Seeing this, Irina put away her smile and secretly prepared herself. Although the opponent was younger, she was stronger than him and she couldn't afford to lose.

Lillian got ready, closed her eyes, and suddenly shouted:

"mom!!!!!!"

'? ? ? '

Before everyone could react to the word "Mom" and laugh out loud, the arrogant senior who had looked down on everyone since arriving at the academy fell to his knees in front of everyone's astonished gaze.

A middle-aged man with dragon horns on his head fell from somewhere and fell to the ground. Then he quickly stood up and maintained the same prostrate posture with the 9th-level senior.

An indescribable palpitation came from above everyone.

A hole appeared in the void above Lillian's head, and a dragon head with deer antlers and white jade scales emerged from it.

"Mom! That's the guy!"

Lillian put her hands on her waist and pointed at Irina, whose pretty face was turning blue. She had lost control of her body, otherwise she would have collapsed on the ground.

The dragon's head was slightly lowered, and a pair of majestic purple-gold beast eyes looked at her, then its mouth opened slightly. An elemental storm suddenly aroused around it due to the rapid accumulation of the power of faith.

Mori felt something was wrong when he heard the voice calling for his mother, but he was bound to the spot by the air before he had a chance to stop her. When Lillian selected her target and the pressure on him disappeared, he flew directly to Lillian's feet and hugged her calves: "Oh my god, you won! Stop now!"

Lillian wrinkled her nose, snorted, muttered something, and the dragon head disappeared.

All the people who were previously targeted suddenly collapsed to the ground, and a puddle of water appeared under Irina.

Mori wiped the cold sweat from his face. He didn't expect Lillian to call for help at the beginning. If this cannon fire came down, let alone Irina, there would be only a pit left here.

Because of Lillian's special identity, the alliance has very strong security measures for her. When she travels, she is almost always surrounded by people. If this happens too often, it will inevitably cause trouble to her life. So Alyssa reminded them that Lillian has a talisman and they don't need to worry about her safety.

However, she did not elaborate on what kind of amulet it was. She only said that it could scatter the ashes of hundreds of people easily and continuously, and told them to treat her the same way they usually treat other students.

Mori used Lillian because he knew there would be no problem with her. Who could have thought that she would almost kill all the guests?

After taking a strange look at the two guys who were still prostrating themselves, Mori hastily announced that Lillian had won and ended the farce. He then quickly took Lillian to treat her little tail hair.

After a long time, everyone else recovered and gathered together to discuss in a low voice with lingering fear. Irina, with tears in her eyes, was pulled by the ear by the teacher and scolded and washed her face with saliva. The ninth-level senior finally got up from the ground and ran to the side to retch, while the other person disappeared again.

People from both academies tacitly pretended not to see anything. One was a young and promising genius, and the other seemed to be a powerful dragon saint who was protecting the genius.

They tried to help before but couldn't touch him at all, so they could only pretend they didn't see anything and act as if nothing happened.

The one summoned by Lillian's mother-summoning technique was naturally Medea. This dragon form was a part of what was intercepted before the self-destruction and injected into Lillian's body. After all, she was the youngest at that time and needed protection, and Medea didn't know how long it would take her to wake up, so she kept some backup plans.

Later, it seemed that because she was not asleep, this backup plan changed from a disposable item to one that could unconditionally absorb the surrounding overflowing power of faith to restore its own consumption, so she didn't care about it.

As for those two unlucky guys who prostrated themselves on the ground, all we can say is that this was a backlash characteristic of the dragon clan.

The dragons of the magical continent are a very vengeful group. Dragon slayers in this world basically do not exist, because if someone really accomplishes the feat of slaying a dragon, he will be marked by the dragon clan.

This mark can be directly imprinted on the opponent's spirit body as long as the dragon's own resentment or anger value reaches the standard, making it impossible for the dragon to escape even if it is chased by other tribesmen, no matter where it goes.

Moreover, this mark can be superimposed. The more marks there are, the stronger the signal emitted will be, and the more difficult it will be to hide.