The Basics of Magic: 07

  Six violent storm wolves, although they were only second-level magical beasts, were not to be underestimated.

  The stormy wolf crept closer and closer, letting out a low growl, as if it might pounce and tear at any moment.

  Tang Ge grasped the giant sword with both hands, took a deep breath, and then swung it violently. A scorching light spread across the giant sword, and Tang Ge seized the sword to slash out fiercely. The whistling sound was deafening, as if he wanted to split the air in two.

  This is aura! Xia Ming was somewhat surprised, because Tang Ge's aura intensity was quite good, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

  "Boom!"

  The air around shook violently, and one of the Storm Wolves suddenly pounced forward. Tang Er and the Storm Wolf wrestled together, with a large sword sweeping horizontally, attempting to stab towards the wolf's abdomen. However, the Storm Wolf suddenly spat out a whirlwind blade emitting a cyan glow from its mouth!

  Tang Ge's energy surged up, and with a fierce burst of power, the Wind Blade was immediately shattered!

  A stormy wolf was no match for Tang Ge, a fifth-level Dou Shi. The remaining five wolves joined the battle and surrounded Tang Ge.

  In the darkness, the tips of Xia Ming and Sherlock's wands lit up simultaneously, and both of them took this opportunity to start reciting their magic spells.

  But Xia Ming's magic was apparently one step ahead of Sherlock's, and Xia Ming's 【Stardust】was like a blooming fire-red rose, shooting at the body of one of the mad wolves, flames bursting, sparks flying everywhere.

  Sherlock's chant was barely finished, also 【Stardust Brilliance】, blasting towards another mad wolf!

  "Ah...!" Sherlock exclaimed, looking at Xiaoming with a mixture of surprise and unspoken astonishment.

  "Ahh!" The two mad wolves that were hit by the starfire's radiance let out a mournful howl, with a large patch of their fur burnt to a crisp and blood flowing non-stop. The one hit by Xiaoming was even more miserable, its abdomen sliced open with a huge gash, blood flowing endlessly as it fell directly to the ground.

  Wolves are naturally afraid of flames, let alone the fire magic released by Xia Ming and Sherlock. Several fierce wolves retreated a few steps back, the ferocity in their eyes dissipated, replaced by a hint of fear.

  The scarlet blood spilled all over the ground, along with the entrails and intestines of the dead wolf, causing Xia Ming's face to turn somewhat pale, a rare sight.

  However, Xia Ming forcibly suppressed the discomfort in his body and another string of curses was recited from his mouth. This time's recitation was actually much faster than before, apparently triggering Xia Ming's potential at this critical moment.

  Sherlock's eyes almost popped out of his head as he stared at Xiaoming with a gaze that seemed to have seen something terrifying.

  [Roar of the Fire God]! Still a fire-elemental magic, but it's a third-tier fire-elemental magic. Its power is incomparable to that of Stellaluna.

  A massive flame burst out, as if a gigantic beast had opened its bloody mouth wide and swooped down with a wild howl, swallowing a mad wolf whole.

  That mad wolf didn't even have time to let out a mournful howl before being incinerated by the scorching flames in an instant!

  Sherlock's eyes widened: "This... what kind of magic is this?"

  "The Roar of the Fire God", a fire-based magic recorded in the Eternal Book, which Sherlock naturally didn't recognize. Xiaoming also used this magic for the first time, and it turned out to be incredibly powerful, leaving him even more satisfied.

  There were still three fierce wolves originally entangled with Tang Ge, suddenly realizing that their companions had died, and they let out a mournful howl. Their attacks became even more ferocious, their snarls growing increasingly savage.

  The situation was already set, Tang Ge let out a cold hum, grasped his sword with both hands, and his body flashed, transforming into several residual shadows in mid-air. His entire being was like a raging lion, his body like an arrow off the string, as he suddenly charged out.

  One sword turns into three shadows!

  Only to see that Tang Ge's body had already transformed into three illusory shadows, charging straight at the three mad wolves! The three mad wolves also opened their mouths and spat out three cyan wind blades, but they were all shattered by Tang Ge's fighting spirit.

  Boom!

  Three gashes were carved on the body of the violent storm wolf, and the originally emerald green grass was also stained with a layer of blood-curdling crimson.

  However, these three mad wolves were seriously injured but still had the strength to continue their ferocious attack. But Xiaoming and Sherlock would not give these beasts another chance. The two Starfire Embers that they had prepared earlier shot out again, directly sending the three Violent Storm Wolves into hell.

  Looking at the corpses of the violent wolves all over the ground, Xia Ming and the other two let out a sigh of relief.

  This battle was won very beautifully, although it was a bit dangerous, but none of the three were even slightly injured.

  Xia Ming was still feeling the battle from earlier, this being his first real combat experience. The struggle between life and death undoubtedly gave him a sense of oppression, and it had brought out his hidden potential. Xia Ming carefully thought back to every detail of the battle, reflecting on his own shortcomings.

  Tang Ze skillfully pulled out a dagger from his waist and dissected the corpses of those storm wolves one by one, his movements were so familiar that it was obviously not the first time he had done such things.

  A moment later, Tang Ge took out six emerald green crystals the size of duck eggs from the heads of these six storm wolves. These six emerald green crystals emitted a faint glow, and Xia Ming suddenly understood that this should be the crystal core of the magic beast.

  The Stormrage Wolf is a secondary magical beast. This crystal core can be sold for about 20-30 gold coins on the black market, which is also considered to have made a small fortune.

  After being ambushed by the Storm Wolves at night, Xia Ming and the other two people didn't have a wink of sleep. Sherlock stared at Xia Ming with piercing eyes, looked at him deeply, and said: "Brother Xia Ming, your spell chanting time seems to be quite short, how long does it take for you to chant Starfire Radiance?"

  Xia Ming furrowed his brow and said matter-of-factly, "About two seconds, I think it was even faster just now."

  As soon as Xiaoming's voice fell, the darkness was eerily silent. Xiaoming felt that whether it was Tang Ge or Sherlock, their gaze seemed to be looking at a monster.

  "Xia Ming, little brother..." Tang Ge's eyes widened, his voice a bit hoarse: "You're saying that you can chant a level 2 magic spell in just two seconds?"

  Lian Tangge was startled by this Dou Shi, and in less than two seconds, he released a second-level magic spell. His chanting speed was simply appalling.

  A magician's chanting speed is closely related to two aspects. One is the proficiency of spell mastery, and the other is the affinity with magical elements. Normally, a second-level spell would take around four seconds to chant, but Xiaoming somehow managed to compress it by half, which is just terrifying!

  Tang Ge glanced at Sherlock, who was also a pretty good magician among his peers. However, according to Tang Ge's understanding, this guy would take at least four seconds to release a second-level magic spell! This nearly two-second difference was enough to decide life and death.

  "What's wrong?" Xiaoming thought of Anthony's evaluation and asked somewhat puzzled: "Isn't this the basic foundation that every magician must have?"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Ming found that the two of them looked at him with even more shocked and sorrowful eyes, with a feeling of wanting to cry but having no tears.

  "Sherlock looked at Xiaoming's matter-of-fact expression and couldn't utter a single complete sentence."

  Xia Ming furrowed his brow: "Isn't this a basic requirement for every magician?"

  Sherlock was about to curse, what the hell! How many magicians can't even compress the recitation of a second-level spell within two seconds throughout their lives, and this bastard says it's basic?

  Xia Ming looked at Sherlock and asked: "Sherlock, how long does it take for you to recite your incantation?"

  At this time, Sherlock felt a flush on his face and wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.