Chapter 0857 Flame Throwing Suit

The wizard world has never lacked high-level wizards.

In order to continue their bloodline, these high-level wizards are constantly trying various ways of reproduction.

Whether it is natural reproduction or laboratory cultivation, the possibility of giving birth to powerful offspring always exists, but there is a greater chance of giving birth to bloodline descendants without any elemental talents.

Given the difficulty of high-level wizards giving birth to bloodline descendants, such mortal descendants in the past could only be abandoned, allowing them to enjoy a lifetime of honor in the secular territory and then die in such an ordinary way. If a high-level wizard lives a little longer, it is possible to send off more than a dozen generations of descendants in one breath.

The magic essence extracted by high-level alchemy lacks vitality, and even if it is purified again, it is impossible to give mortals new magic properties. But these magic essences from the mutant moon well have a strange breath of life. Once purified to a certain level, they even have the ability to turn decay into magic and let mortals have magic!

This is another guarantee for many high-level wizards who are eager to give birth to bloodline descendants, and they have no regrets.

However, with the current output of the Mutated Moon Well, only 50 grams of magic essence can be purified every month, and it will take half a year to collect enough to purify the powerful magic essence.

However, considering the broad and bright prospects of the powerful magic essence, Grimm has already set the price of the powerful magic essence at 2 million magic crystals in his heart. After all, this is a unique business, and he has never heard of similar items elsewhere!

Although breeding flowers can also achieve similar effects, this kind of consumable wonder is one less. And no one knows where they grow in the universe, which is far less than the powerful magic essence in front of them that can be produced continuously.

Moreover, 2 million magic crystals may be a sky-high price for low-level wizards, but for those high-level wizards, it is just the basic cost of a large-scale witchcraft experiment. If you spend 2 million magic crystals, you can guarantee that there will be no "mediocrities" among your offspring. Which high-level wizard will be stingy with magic crystals in this regard?

While Grimm was silently observing Melinda's every move, she finally completed a pious prayer ceremony and slowly recovered from her trance.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Melinda saw the terrifying 'demon' standing beside her with a tall and handsome figure!

The other party was only one meter away from her.

Melinda exclaimed, then covered her mouth again, and retreated again and again, looking terrified.

Grimm didn't care about the cowardice of the elf priestess.

He leaned out and looked down at the half-stored moon water in the moon well, with a satisfied smile on his face. In another three or five days, the moon water share for purifying the first bottle of powerful magic essence will be enough.

"You... have performed well these days!" Grimm looked at the elf priestess with a gentle smile on his face: "Tell me, you can make any requests you want, and I will definitely satisfy you if I can!"

I have to give you a sweet date even if I slap you!

The other party did not slack off. Such diligent daily prayers should undoubtedly be rewarded.

"I... I..." The elven priestess' lips trembled slightly, and she looked like she wanted to say something but stopped.

"If you don't have any requests, then forget it. I have something to do and I have to leave first!" Grimm turned around and wanted to leave.

"No... I have a request..."

"Speak!"

"I want... I want a few companions to accompany me!" The elven priestess finally spoke out her request with courage.

Grimm turned around, looked at the other party, and tilted his head to think for a while.

"Tomorrow I will bring one of your companions, but you have to teach her the rules here. If you continue to perform so well, I will release all your companions one after another..."

Melinda's beautiful eyes immediately sparkled, and she hurried forward and said: "I will be obedient! I will also make them obedient, you... you can rest assured in me!"

Even in the Faen plane, the elven priestess never conduct any combat training. Their only daily task is to do some cleaning and sweeping work in the elven temple or altar, and hold some public prayer ceremonies regularly.

Therefore, Melinda only has the rank 1, but her combat power is really not good enough.

Grimm said nothing more, nodded slightly to the priestess, took two steps out, and disappeared on the spot with a flame rising into the sky.

Melinda bit her lips tightly, thought for a long time, and finally knelt down again under the quiet and elegant moonlight, silently praying to the bright moon with a crescent corner in the sky: "Great Moon Goddess, what should I do? Is what I am doing now right or wrong? I hope to get your guidance..."

Unfortunately, this is not the Farn plane, but the extremely powerful wizard world. The moonlight god Mi Wei she prayed to has low divine power and cannot extend her divine power to this corner.

So, her prayer is doomed to fail!

Just as Melinda fell into a state of devout prayer again, Grimm, wearing a red wizard robe, appeared silently somewhere in the nearby Black Forest. Through the nearly 5-mile distance and densely packed towering ancient trees, he looked at the forest hut from afar.

A strange sound of flapping wings came.

Immediately, a blood-red bat with a sharp beak flew out from the deep and dark forest and turned into a pale middle-aged noble man in exquisite robes in front of Grimm.

"Master, I wonder what you want to do when you summon Wenlier?"

"That cabin in the woods is a secret test site I have set up. No outsiders are allowed to destroy it. Assign some people to seal off the area nearby and do not allow any outsiders to enter. No matter if it is a monster or a wizard, they will be killed without mercy. If there is someone you can't deal with, notify me as soon as possible!"

"Yes! I'll arrange it now."

Although a protective magic array has been set up near the cabin in the woods, Grimm is still worried and has sent more people. He did not leave until the place was strictly guarded.

…………

White Tower.

A secret room.

As a flame dissipated, Grimm's tall figure strode out and returned to his residence.

Now he has become more and more proficient in driving flames. As long as he leaves a witchcraft mark somewhere in advance, he can teleport directly there with the subtle induction between flames.

Of course, this medium-range flame transmission distance cannot exceed 50 miles, and it also requires some kind of arrangement in advance, so it is difficult to improvise during battle.

However, since he has been promoted to level 3, many tactics that were conceived long ago but could not be implemented due to his strength can now be used.

At present, what Grimm wants to optimize and adjust most is his mobility!

As an elemental wizard, he can truly play his strengths by acting as a firepower turret.

However, the extreme lack of mobile witchcraft in the past forced Grimm to transform into a fire demon and act as a half-baked flame warrior in many cases. Now that he has become level 3, his flame witchcraft has become more and more exquisite.

Grimm and the chip have been deducing and planning for a long time, and finally came up with a feasible strengthening plan.

Flame jet engine!

Flame jet is an extremely simple application of flame witchcraft, which can fan out the gathered fire element particles in a certain direction to form a flame surface damage.

Now, Grimm has combined the "flame shaping" ability in the flame suit to condense a set of flame armor for himself. The purpose of this armor is not for defense, but for mobility.

Just like a fine and tiny flame jet engine, driven by Grimm's own huge flame energy, it can use tiny holes to eject high-temperature flames, and then use the reverse thrust of the flames to achieve rapid movement in the local space.

However, this rapidly increased movement speed still requires Grimm to slowly adapt.

Therefore, these days, Grimm has taken 2-3 hours every day to exercise his nerve reflexes.

In this secret room, Grimm arranged hundreds of disorderly spiked wooden stakes, and then forced himself to start the flame jet engine and pass through it at a super high speed.

Of course, for safety reasons, Grimm also gave himself several flame shields.

Unfortunately, in the first half month, Grimm successfully turned himself into a flame shell. Every time the flame jet engine was turned on, he turned into a fire meteor, smashing countless wooden stakes along the way, and then firmly attached to the stone wall.

If it weren't for the flame shield, he would have lost half his life here!

Such miserable days lasted for half a month before Grimm could barely control the speed of the flame jet engine. However, when traveling through the wooden stake array, there would always be some unpredictable mistakes in his cooperation with the chip, and the result of each mistake was, of course, bad luck for the wooden stakes.

Either they were burned into charcoal by the high-temperature flame flow, or they were smashed into pieces by the flustered Grimm.

After training for a long time, there was still no significant improvement, which made Grimm completely lose confidence in his athletic talent, and he could only transfer all the control rights of the flame jet engine to the chip in his brain.

Compared with the fuzzy motion perception of the human brain, the chip's control of the flame jet engine is more delicate and more agile.

Whenever the flame jet engine starts, Grimm will transform into a flame figure, quickly moving and advancing and retreating among the dense spiked wooden stakes at super high speed. Unfortunately, although his figure was very agile, his expression did not match his figure at all.

Looking at the wooden stakes that passed by quickly in front of him, and the spikes that approached quickly in front of him, Grimm's screams never stopped. After a practice, although he was unscathed and completed all the movements perfectly, the beads of sweat that were as big as beans had soaked all his clothes.

Such a first-person perspective practice was even more exciting than riding a roller coaster a hundred times in his previous life!