Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard Chapter 24: Ancient tombs of kings (1)

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The bright moonlight enveloped the earth. It was a quiet night, with only the gurgling sound of a stream not far away and the crackling sound of a burning campfire.

Ellendor had already fallen asleep, but Ryan, who was in the same tent with him, could not sleep over and over again. He didn't want to do this again. The province affected Ellendor to rest, so he put it on His own magician robe slowly walked out of the tent.

Although it is already spring, the winter's cold has not faded away. When Ryan got out of the tent, he felt a bit of chill. He tucked his clothes, looked up, and saw Daphne sitting by the campfire watching the night.

Daphne also heard the sound of Ryan opening the tent. She turned her head and looked at it. Seeing that it was the magician, she immediately turned her head back and continued to play with the dagger in her hand, pretending that she hadn't seen Ryan.

Ryan shrugged. Everyone walked together for three days. Bury and the others took turns carrying the luggage and equipment. They were also responsible for hunting food and vigil during the rest of the day. Ryan once offered to share, but Bury refused with a smile, while Daphne muttered behind her back: "Just your thin body?"

But apart from this, Daphne never said anything to Ryan. Compared to Daphne's unfriendly performance when the two first met, it was indeed very good. Since Daphne wasn't provoking, and Bury didn't need to do anything by himself, Ryan was happy, and took out the book about the making of the magic circle that Victor had given him every day when he rested. Ryan wanted to learn a long time ago, but unfortunately, there has been no time during the competition. Now it is rare to have free time, just to study it.

Now that Daphne ignored herself as always, Ryan didn't take it to heart. He walked a few steps to the opposite side of Daphne and sat down across the bonfire. Ryan took out the book that Victor had given him, opened it slowly, and then turned to the place where he saw it last time, and continued to read it.

Before this, Ryan had read the experience that Flagimi, the president of the Magic Guild of Elfa City, gave him completely. He also tried to make some magic circles, but they were all very Simple and basically ineffective. Later, after receiving Victor’s guidance, Ryan realized that the production of this magic circle turned out to be very mysterious: the works originally designed and completed by Ryan himself usually hope to achieve a very good effect. Because Ryan’s own production level is not good enough, Therefore, the created magic is either not used, or the magic circle symbol is out of shape to achieve the expected effect, which affects the use.

Victor told Ryan that he hoped that he would give up those too difficult goals and start with the magic he is best at, such as making the scrolls of "magic missiles". The magic missile is the magic that Ryan is very good at. It will be very easy to make this kind of magic that he is very familiar with into a scroll, and it will also be convenient for Ryan to accumulate experience.

Ryan watched the production of the magic scroll for a while by the campfire. He has read this content several times. The whole production process has been thought of many times in his mind, but he has not dared to try it. But tonight Ryan decided to give it a try. On the one hand, the experience of making magic circles always stays in the books. Without actual operation, he can’t really improve his abilities. Besides, Victor gave himself a lot of raw materials anyway, even if It doesn't matter to waste a little bit.

Just do as he thinks of it, Ryan quickly took out the materials that Victor gave him from his storage pocket, and placed them one by one next to him, and then Ryan took out a flat piece Planks, and put a blank scroll on the planks.

After finishing this, Ryan opened the book that Victor gave him, and slowly compared the descriptions in the book, one by one, he understood the names and general uses of the materials, and soon Ryan found that he was using it at all. I don't need these things, because to make a simple magic scroll, you only need to use special ink, and you don't need these mithril powder, fine gold powder, magic essence and the like.

Ryan put the ones that weren't needed into the bag one by one, leaving only something called night ink, which is a carefully configured black magic ink, specially used to write magic scrolls. Ryan took out a quill that was said to be made from the tail feathers of the pheasant tail mountain eagle, dipped a little ink, and began to write slowly on the blank scroll.

At the beginning, Ryan's heart was very nervous, he carefully wrote, lest he made the wrong magic symbols, but when he drew, Ryan gradually forgot about other things and devoted himself to making the scroll. .

I don't know how long it took, Ryan finally finished the scroll. He put down the quill and let out a long breath, very happy in his heart. Ryan took a closer look at his work with the light of the fire. Although many parts of the scroll were not well painted, it was indeed a complete magic scroll. As long as it was torn apart, the magic circle stored on the scroll could be triggered. Release a magic missile.

Ryan once heard Victor say that making a magic scroll is almost equivalent to consuming twice the magic power of the normal release of this magic, and the power that the scroll can achieve is only about half of the normal release, at most It reaches 70% of the normal level, but after the scroll is made, even people who can't use magic can release it, because the magic power needed to release magic is stored in the scroll. A well-prepared magician can explode beyond his own level if he goes all out. The fundamental reason is these pre-prepared magic scrolls.

Ryan did not feel the decay of his magical power. After all, he could release hundreds of magical missiles at a time, and the amount of magical power consumed now is simply insignificant. So Ryan took out another blank scroll and started again.

After a long time, Ryan put down the pheasant tail quill, raised his arms and stretched out a lazy waist, then stood up and moved his body. After all, he had been sitting for a long time. Although he was a little tired, Ryan’s heart was really happy. It was a joy of harvest. Just now, he made five magic scrolls in succession, and the magic circle on it painted more than one. Careful and fully able to see my progress.

Ryan looked up at the night sky, and said silently in his heart: "Fanny, you see that I can finish making the magic scroll independently." At this moment, Ryan suddenly missed the scene when he watched the night sky with Farath, "If it is Fa It would be nice to draw silk by your side." Ryan thought with regret.