RoleplayNovel Chapter 122 The Crude Melee Mage
Chapter 122 The Crude Melee Mage
Inside the library high in the Magic Forest, the air was filled with the scent of old parchment and drifting elements.
Yu Wen respectfully handed over the letter of recommendation stamped with the Pearl Harbor wax seal.
The great magician Hans was engrossed in a pile of complicated astrological calculations. He didn't even look up, but casually pointed to the corner of the table with his quill pen, indicating that the letter should be put down.
Every year, countless young adventurers eager to rise to the top visit the dense forest with all sorts of dubious recommendation letters obtained through various channels; he's seen it all too often.
However, just as the lingering warmth approached the desk, several heavy magical books placed beside Hans began to turn on their own without any wind, their pages rustling as they flipped.
Hans put down his pen and looked up in surprise.
He skipped over the letter of recommendation stamped with wax seal and fixed his gaze on the burly man in front of him.
In the old mage's eyes, which were so perceptive of energy, the residual warmth was practically a blinding light source.
Even without casting a spell, the faint blue aura on the surface of the body, still warm from the residual heat, continued to flow steadily. That magic shield was practically a completely closed and self-circulating energy loop.
"You didn't use any wand, nor did you practice meditation or resonance?"
Hans stood up, and in his haste, he knocked over the ink bottle beside him.
Ink dripped down the table, but when it was about a foot away from Yu Wen's knee, it was deflected by an invisible force field.
This defensive mechanism, which does not rely on chanting and becomes a completely passive skill, overturns the centuries-old teaching common sense of the dense forest.
"With a body devoid of any professional background, he not only sensed the origin but also, without any instruction, constructed a defensive barrier."
A genius!
Hans's wrinkled face was filled with emotion as he pushed the parchment back to the corner of the table.
"With your talent, even a wanted criminal would be accepted by the Magic Forest without hesitation!"
"Come, child. Cast aside your crude brute force."
Having successfully become a disciple of his mentor, Hans stood up with great interest, walked to the weapon rack behind him, and selected a staff inlaid with a sapphire.
"Magic is a rigorous and elegant art."
Hans handed the staff to Yu Wen and gave him earnest advice.
"You must learn to perceive the holiness of light, the fury of fire, and the destruction of thunder."
We need to use our brains to calculate the trajectory of the projectiles, and from an absolutely safe distance, use ranged spells to create layers of firepower to drag the enemy down until they die.
Remember, a mage's body is fragile; being approached by a monster is the greatest disgrace to a spellcaster.
This……
After listening, Yu Wen silently pulled out a heavy steel short hammer from his bag.
He didn't even glance at the sapphire staff.
"Mentor, I don't rule out long-range firepower." Yu Wen gripped the hammer handle and explained his tactical plan to Hans, who was staring blankly.
"But I've observed the movement patterns of those monsters in the ruined city. There's no absolutely safe environment for dealing damage in this land."
Yu Wen used a short hammer to draw a charging route on the ground.
"Being approached by highly agile monsters is commonplace, and purely ranged attacks are too likely to result in death. My plan is to use magic to provide firepower while maintaining distance."
Once the enemy breaks through the defenses, use the repulsive force of the magic shield to withstand the damage.
"Take it head-on? Do you think the magic shield is a city wall? A violent physical collision will directly shatter your internal organs!" Hans looked at Yu Wen as if he had heard some heresy.
"So I added a little more power."
Yu Wen patted his chest muscles. "As long as the body is strong enough, it can withstand the shock of the shield's recoil."
Then, during the monster's close-range counterattack, he poured all his magic into the hammer.
He swung the short hammer forcefully through the air, creating a dull whistling sound.
"Simply using magical penetration is too weak. If we combine it with the recoil force generated by the burst of fire element to accelerate the swing, converting the potential energy of magic into pure physical kinetic energy, the destructive power of this strike would be enough to shatter the skull of any armored boar."
Hearing such crude remarks that treated magic as a kinetic energy propulsion device and a physical enchantment, Hans felt a headache coming on.
This is an insult to the dignity of the spellcaster.
"Vulgar! Absurd! You're treating mages like warriors with magical shields!" The old mage's beard trembled with rage.
"Magic is a precise discipline, not something you can use as a brute-force propulsion machine!"
Looking at Yu Wen's physique, which was even more robust than that of a warrior, the great mage quickly made a mental calculation.
The explosive thrust of fire magic combined with the acceleration of a heavy blunt weapon, along with that monstrous muscle resistance...
He sadly discovered that this unorthodox approach, devoid of any aesthetic appeal, had an astonishingly high margin for error.
On Treasure Island, where resources are scarce and dangers abound, survival seems to be far more important than elegance.
Hans sighed deeply, helplessly sat back down on the wooden chair, and was forced to begin customizing an advanced path for this eccentric apprentice.
After completing his job change, Yu Wen changed into a rather loose linen robe and headed to Archer Village with Xiao Yu.
The long robe he wore was stretched taut by his muscles, completely lacking the ethereal and otherworldly air of a spellcaster.
The little snail had been waiting at the village entrance for a long time. The open space was piled high with cabbages, large chunks of fresh wild boar meat, and several large bags of coarse salt, a specialty of Mingzhu Port.
Faced with tons of supplies, the few makeshift wooden handcarts were clearly overburdened, their axles creaking loudly.
Xiaoyu stepped forward, took out her staff, and drew a few simple magical loops on the bottom and wheel hubs of the cart.
The surrounding air began to swirl slightly, forming tiny air currents that lifted the car body.
The originally heavy cart immediately became light and smooth, with a gentle breeze constantly pushing it from behind.
The little snail stared in disbelief.
As a seasoned MapleStory player, he had long since memorized the skill trees of each class.
"Wait a minute, the advanced branches of mages are nothing more than ice and lightning, fire and poison, or priests who master holy light. Where did you get this wind element skill from?" the little snail couldn't help but ask.
Xiaoyu fiddled with the wooden staff in her hand, her tone calm yet revealing undisguised pride: "I didn't rely on a mentor; I observed the free energy in the environment and figured it out myself."
The value of 100% synchronization was fully demonstrated at this moment.
Ready to go, a large convoy of vehicles, exuding the fresh scent of vegetables and the aroma of meat, sped towards the barren warrior tribe amidst a gust of wind.
On the plateau where yellow sand stretches to the horizon, weathered rocks are scorching hot under the blazing sun. There are no bustling markets here, only desolate steps and the clanging of blacksmiths striking metal.
Unlike last time when they only lingered on the outskirts, the little snails and their companions pushed their carts straight through the barren buildings, heading directly for the core of the Warrior Tribe's advanced artisan district.
That was the territory of the two master forgers, Sind and Smith.
The three of them stopped in the middle of the open space and set up a large iron pot without any hesitation.
A fierce fire was lit under the pot, and the clear spring water quickly began to boil.
Bundles of cabbage and large chunks of pork with alternating layers of fat and lean meat were generously tossed into boiling water.
Finally, the little snail grabbed a handful of pure white sea salt and sprinkled it evenly into the pot.
The rich aroma of oil mixed with the salty umami flavor quickly swept through the entire artisan district, carried by the scorching highland winds.
The doors of the two blacksmith shops, which were originally closed, were pushed open.
Hind and Smith emerged, their upper bodies covered in scars and sweat, their faces grim.
As master blacksmiths, they possessed extraordinary skills, yet they were so poor in this wasteland plagued by years of famine that they were practically eating dirt, their stomachs rumbling with unbearable hunger.
The two masters stared intently at the large pot of boiling meat, their Adam's apples bobbing, yet they still tried their best to maintain their outward dignity.
"We haven't even finished the salt we got from the last trade! Why are you here again, setting up a pot on our turf? What are you trying to do?" Sind asked sternly, gripping a hammer.
The little snail stepped forward and slammed a stack of crudely made firearms design drawings and a long-term employment contract heavily onto the anvil next to it.
Xiaoyu stood beside a cart full of food, holding a long-handled iron spoon, and stirred the boiling broth a couple of times.
"Masters, we have come here today to do only one thing."
Meeting Sind and Smith's gazes, the little snail tossed out an enticing chip.
"We need an entire production line to manufacture the metal parts for our arsenal. The meat in this pot is just a deposit."
"Once this long-term outsourcing contract is signed, I'll be guaranteed to have plenty of cabbage stew with meat and sea salt like this from now on."