Chapter 3 Fist Try of the Fireball Skill... Exploded

A huge flame fell from the sky, wrapping a square altar made of red stone.

The altar fell on the ground, and the ground shook, and the fire elements were surging crazily.

He took a closer look and saw the preliminary sun altar, about three meters high, in the shape of a square, large and small. Some ancient runes were engraved on the surface, emitting an ancient aura.

It was amazing.

With a happy smile, Flamer flapped his little wings and flew up. Its body shrank into a ball, squatting on the top floor like a red ball, and soon fell asleep.

There were also many cute bubbles coming out of his nostrils.

To Wharton's surprise, he saw a long piece of experience on the head of Flamer. Just like the pet upgrade in the online game in his previous life, it was slowly increasing.

He quickly opened the system panel to check. Then, he knew that as for the mythical pet he had summoned, as long as it was in the corresponding nest, it would be able to grow and become stronger!

The more advanced a nest was, the faster the mythical pet's experience values would increase.

"It's worth it for the sixteen years that I couldn't cultivate even if I kept absorbing the magic elements!"

Wharton looked around and found that there was no newly triggered task. Flamer had already fallen asleep on the sun altar, so he chose to return to his original world.

In an instant.

Wharton was dazzled and lay back in his room.

What happened just now was like a dream.

Wharton stretched out his right hand and concentrated his mind.

A gold coin suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.

He threw it heavily into the air and then caught it.

Then he wanted to this coin to disappear, and the gold coin returned to the mythological space.

He could store and take out anything he wanted in the real world and the mythological space.

If he was willing, he could even summon the immortal bird at once. Of course, there was no need for him to do that now. Let the little guy grow slowly in the sun altar.

“The immortal bird was a legendary flame bird. It was born with a strong magic talent of fire! Since I can share my talent with Flamer on the system panel, I should be able to perform a few magic skills as a magic apprentice, right? Have a try……”

Wharton thought to himself and walked out of his room to the small yard outside.

In theory, without the help of magic sticks, magic crystals, magic herbs and other magic materials, an apprentice couldn't use magic spells by themselves.

But Wharton was different!

Even an immortal bird had been hatched, how about practicing magic skills at a higher level?

That made sense!

He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

All of a sudden, he sensed that a large number of fiery red light dots were gathering in the air at a very fast speed! It was as if an invisible whirlpool was formed around him.

Yes, these were the fire elements spreading in the void.

Wharton suddenly opened his eyes and controlled the fire elements with his spirit power to gather in his palm.

"Condense! Fireball skill."

Swoosh.

A red fireball the size of a human head appeared in Wharton's hand.

He was ecstatic.

"This is one of the famous practical skills of the mage in the stories of the poet, fireball skill! I did it. "

Staring at the slowly burning fireball floating three inch above his palm, Wharton was so excited that he wanted to shout.

But a few seconds later, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Wait! I have never learned magic in a systematic way. How can I throw the fireball after it is condensed? "

Wharton was stunned.

In fact, having been a magic apprentice, Wharton could forcefully completed an impossible task with the help of the powerful magic talent shared with the immortal bird.

However, he hadn't learned any magic skills or spells, so he didn't know how to control the fireball with his spirit power.

He had planned to hit the sky with the fireball, which could explode as beautiful as fireworks.

Now it seemed that it was impossible.

Moreover, the red fireball in his hand began to tremble and was about to explode.

"Damn it! Run! "

Wharton couldn't throw the fireball out, but he could loosen his grip and run away.

So he immediately withdrew his hand, turned around and ran out of the yard.

Without the support of his palm, the fireball fell directly to the ground. The next second... Boom!

The whole yard was blown up.

The air billowed, and rubble and sand flew in all directions.

Fortunately, Wharton had been out of the magic power area. Gasping for breath, he looked at the cracked ground and half collapsed houses.

He was shocked.

It can't be true? The fireball skill was only a level-one magic. Was it so powerful! That was not what he had heard in the stories of a poet when he was a child. ”

What's more, in essence, he was just a magic apprentice.

He was speechless.

It could only be attributed to the fact that the immortal bird Flamer was too powerful. The mythological space was simply too powerful!

After the shock, there was endless ecstasy.

The explosion of the fireball caused chaos in Campbell manor. They thought something terrible had happened.

Baron Campbell, who had just finished dinner in the banquet hall, was taking a walk with the mage.

He hoped that Mr. Saru could stay in his own territory for a longer time. Even if his son couldn't learn magic, at least he could be closer to the real mage.

In the future, he might have one more person to rely on.

After all, there were nearly a thousand barons and small lords like him in the entire kingdom.

The sudden explosion startled the two.

"What happened? It seems to be the direction of my son's yard! "

Campbell suddenly became nervous.

Did some clans with enmity assassinate his son?

Although this kind of situation was rare, it was not impossible.

After all, as a noble lord with a fief, it was normal for conflicts between neighboring lands.

The mage Saru said in a deep voice, "Let's go and have a look. I don't believe anyone dares to make trouble here!"

As a level-2 mage recognized by the magic association of the continent, he had enough confidence to intimidate the assassins and make them unable to escape.

Baron Campbell and Saru walked quickly to the backyard. At the same time, the butler of the manor, Denis, and the guard, Tristan, also walked quickly from the corridor nearby.

"Lord..."

As soon as Denis opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Campbell, who waved his hand with a gloomy face.

“Stop talking nonsense and go to see my son.”

When they arrived at the residence of Wharton's son, they were surprised to find that he was standing at the door safe and sound.

He was staring blankly at the damaged yard and room.