Wizard: Lord of the Elements

　　 Duo Lai had studied these things a long time ago, and had already prepared some materials when he came, and the most difficult one was naturally the magic crystal.

　　 There are almost three catties of magic crystal residue on hand now, enough for a while.

The special pen for wizards is easy to solve. Bamboo, high-grade beast skins, and beast skins are also common in villages. The pigments used by wizards need to be mixed with drugs. Refining is more troublesome. Basically, it is a new kind of refining. The potion is almost the same.

　　 Magic crystals, quartz sand, sulfur, crystals, and some wood, special sand, take a certain proportion, grind them into very fine powder, mix them together, and then use mental power to sense them.

　　 This alone took Dorai several days to complete, and a lot of materials was wasted. Looking at these things, his heart was dripping blood. This is not material, it is all a silver coin.

　　 When the weather outside officially entered winter and a layer of fine ice began to appear on the river, a strong wind blew from the mountain, and even with dark clouds in the sky, a heavy snow came from the mountain to the outside.

　　 It was this day that Duolai's new house was successfully completed.

Victor personally helped move, and dozens of villagers helped together. It was very lively, especially York. Since he came alive, he has been grateful to Dolay and is willing to do anything. Dolay rescued him, which is equivalent to indirectly saving him. His family.

　　 Duolai didn't care, he packed all the secret things in the box, and carried them by himself, and they moved the other things.

　　 The new house is next to a ridge, a little closer to the town, with a flat land at the door and a cliff behind it.

The house is made of wood, and even the ground is covered with a layer of wood. It is very strong. For this house, Victor has done a lot of pains, and all the trees that can be cut around have been cut down. He really wants to make Dolai Stay in town.

　　 There are three rooms in total, one big and two small. The big house lives in, and the small house Dolai can do some other things, which is quite perfect.

　　 There are so many people and strength. Soon before the heavy snowfall, all the belongings were completely moved into the new house.

　　Snowflakes fell in the sky, but some lively villagers fell silent, looking at the snowflakes outside.

　　 Seeing this situation, Duo Lai was a little confused.

At this time, Victor sighed and said to Dolly, "When it snows every year, when the beasts in the mountains come out to attack the village, the snow falls in the mountains, and the amount of animal food will be reduced, and they will take the initiative to attack humans every winter. Many people will die."

Duolai has been here for so long, and he has some understanding of the population of the town. There are about 400 people in the whole town. Ten children are born every year. However, judging from the number of surrounding houses and the year, the total population here has always been Nothing has changed, and the consumption is self-evident.

　　 Few people in the town will age naturally, most of them sacrificed on the way of hunting or gathering medicine.

　　 Duolai wanted to comfort him a few words, but when the words came to a halt, he just said, "If there are wounded, send them here as soon as possible. I will try to save his life. I can only do that."

　　 Victor nodded, with a little more smile on his face, and said, "Thank you so much, don't worry, we have even contracted food for you, the little doctor." He suddenly laughed.

　　 Duo Lai touched his nose. Indeed, after coming for so long, he hasn't done any cooking himself.

　　 The villagers left soon, and Duo Lai stood at the door and looked around, but saw many people holding bows, arrows and swords, actively standing on the observation deck and observing the surroundings.

　　 Soon, the whole world was covered with snowflakes, the sky was foggy, and the dark brown land on the ground became less and less, until finally it was completely covered by snowflakes.

　　 The whole world has become a black and white pattern.

What a nice view.

　　 Duola looked at it for a while, until he was covered with snowflakes, and then slowly returned to his new home.

　　 There is a stove in the room, he needs to light a fire now. As the weather gets colder, even the body of an intermediate samurai apprentice cannot withstand the low temperature of minus three or four degrees.

　　 After finishing the stove, he came to the next door, took out all the things he wanted to use, and prepared to draw the magic pattern.

　　 It is not difficult to draw magic lines. It is the same as using mental power to build a spell model. The difference is that one is in the outside world and will be interfered in many ways.

　　 Homemade pens, homemade magic paints, and beast skins, all three are available, and Duolai is ready to start.

There are many magic patterns that isolate magic fluctuations. The lowest level is called the primary suppression energy fluctuation pattern. The pattern is a triangle with a circle on the outside. There are various patterns inside. There are a total of 72 energy nodes, and there are many intersections between the patterns. , The difficulty is not low to draw it.

Duo Lai made a large box of paint, and spent 5 gold coins on the front and back, and spent some entertainment. He bought more than 30 pieces of skins from the villagers, re-tanned them, and cut them into palm-sized pieces. There are more than three hundred beast skins, and in the next few days, he is going to conquer this one thing.

　　 For this thing, he has invested all the money he has, and when it is used up, he can only go back to the city, buy a new batch of materials, and come back again.

　　 Just as he was about to do it, Barr slapped the door open, and strutting around the room.

　　 Duola looked dumbfounded. He didn't know what this guy was doing. Oh, by the way, I didn't tell him about the house change.

　　Barr didn't plan to change places more, but was a little relieved, "This place is much better, several times stronger than the broken bamboo building. What are you doing, are you ready to portray the wizard formation?"

　　Magic lines are commonly called magic circles, wizard formations, but he is used to calling them magic lines.

　　 He nodded, and said, "I need to make a magic pattern that can isolate energy fluctuations as soon as possible. Every time I experiment with magic, I have to run out~www.NovelMTL.com~ too troublesome."

Barr nodded and said, "Yes, I will tell you the good news quietly. I found a miniature magic crystal mine. There are many magic crystals. When you will refine explosives or release fireball, you will After collecting it in the past and becoming a high-level wizard, the magic crystal will become the biggest shackle of the wizard. Most of the magic crystals in the northern kingdom are under official control, and too few of them flow into the people."

　　 Duolai's eyes lit up when he heard this.

　　 Miniature Magic Crystal Mine.

　　 What he lacks most now is the magic crystal. He hurried over and said, "Where is it?"

　　 Barr dog showed a little smile on his face and said, "It's very far, far away. It will take half a month for you to walk over at this time. So, you should step up and improve your strength."

　　 Hearing the three words Demon Crystal Mine, Duolai suddenly had motivation, no matter how far it was, he would take it. He now fully understood the importance of Demon Crystal.

　　 Barr turned his head, and the dog had some smirks on his face, a ghostly magic crystal mine.

　　 It snowed outside, and Barr never went out again. He just wandered at the door every day to frighten the dishonest dogs in the village.

　　Since he came, there has been no dog barking in the village except for an accident or a visitor. This makes the people in the village very curious about Barr.

　　 Duolai was like that, practicing magic lines during the day and practicing at night. Soon, another ten days passed.

"This magic pattern is too difficult." Duola was a little frustrated. He failed an average of more than ten times a day. He had no temper at all. He hadn't written before, didn't hold the pen, and only knew when he really picked up the pen. How difficult it is to control this little thing, even harder to control than ironing. If you don't pay attention, the strokes are either lighter or heavier, which is simply annoying.