The Alchemist's Guild, Zeng Xuanhe's once-in-a-moment organization, has mastered the secret art of destruction that is enough to attract the attention of the world.
Their flames can not only illuminate the night, but also burn the city-state.
However, in recent centuries, with the rise of the school city system, scholars have gradually replaced the ancient alchemy in the hearts of the powerful.
The pyromancers could only watch as their influence dissipated.
A month ago, Liu Qian used an iron fist to bring these alchemists scattered around Reese and Telosi to the workshop in Crown Town.
The pyromancers were a little scared when they first arrived, but when they learned that the young king had asked them to make wildfires and promised financial support, their faces were instantly replaced by a kind of fanaticism.
At this moment, Cobain's figure came from the depths of the workshop.
He was wearing a robe, and his face was full of excitement.
As a scholar with a lot of research on the occult, he participated in the production of wildfires throughout the process.
He not only acts as a supervisor, but also deeply involved in the production process.
At this moment, he finally completed the task assigned by Liu Qian.
Cobain's voice suppressed a wave of excitement and said, "Your Majesty, we have done our best, day and night, and finally completed hundreds of cans of wildfire. "
He leads the way sideways.
Liu Qian followed Coben through the core area of the workshop filled with complex alchemy instruments and turned to an open-air area away from the main complex.
Here, a cellar entrance stands out.
At the entrance, several soldiers in armor scanned the surroundings with solemn expressions.
Cobain motioned for the guards to open the heavy iron hoop wooden door.
A cold air came to my face.
The two climbed down the stairs and entered the deep cellar.
The sight in front of him is breathtaking.
The interior of the cellar is divided into separate small stone chambers.
In each stone room, a special stoneware pot is densely packed.
The tank is not smooth, but deliberately made rough and uneven.
Alchemists claim that this unique texture increases "control" over the raging energy inside the jar.
Directly above each stone chamber where the clay pots were stored there was another small compartment carved in, filled with dry sand.
This is a last resort of insurance.
If a wildfire in a stone chamber is accidentally ignited, the partition above can be quickly opened, allowing a sea of sand to pour down in an attempt to drown out the hellfire that cannot be extinguished by water.
A pyromancer in a faded robe is carefully exiting one of the stone chambers.
He looked about fifty years old, with a vicissitudes of life, but his eyes were unusually bright, with a touch of fanaticism.
He was the pyrotechnic soil he had found from Reese.
Before coming to the front line of this disputed land, he lived a desolate life.
At this moment, facing the young king who gave him the opportunity to regain his secret art, his eyes were filled with heartfelt awe and gratitude.
The old pyromancer trembled slightly with excitement in his voice and bowed deeply: "Your Majesty, the wildfires have been set up and are waiting for your orders." "
Behind him, several young alchemist apprentices had the same tension and uncontrollable excitement on their faces.
Liu Qian's gaze swept over the silent clay pots, and finally fell back on the pyromancer: "Very good, show me the true power of wildfire." "
The old pyromancer's face instantly glowed, as if he was ten years younger.
"Obey orders, Your Majesty!"
He immediately commanded the two calmest apprentices to carefully pull out a box of sealed wildfire clay pots from the outermost stone chamber.
The group left the oppressive cellar and came to the experimental field, which was three hundred feet away from the workshop and cellar.
The land was repeatedly tamped, no grass grew, and there was no combustible material around.
A selected apprentice, under the gaze of everyone, held a long slow-burning fuse.
The old pyromancer personally checked the placement of the clay pot and the length of the fuse to ensure that nothing was wrong.
"Let's start."
The apprentice took a deep breath and brought one end of the fuse closer to the torch.
The orange-red spark was instantly ignited, and along the grease-soaked fuse cord, it headed towards the lone clay pot pea in the center.
The air seemed to freeze.
The moment the jumping sparks finally licked the special ignition at the bottom of the clay pot.
A violent tremor appears.
Liu Qian could clearly feel the magic fluctuations surging in the clay pot.
Immediately afterwards—
Bang!!!
The deafening loud noise was like a terrifying scream tearing through the air.
A pure and bizarre emerald flame suddenly erupted and expanded around the clay pot.
Its brightness instantly overwhelmed the sunlight, dyeing the entire experimental field into a pulsating green light.
Unimaginable heat swept in with shockwaves.
Even three hundred feet away, Liu Qian and the others felt a scorching heat wave hitting their faces.
The aftermath of the impact dissipated, and the scorching air waves were still surging.
A shallow pit of charred black melt was left in the center of the experimental field.
Liu Qian looked at the still burning emerald hell, shocked and extremely satisfied.
He praised the crowd:
"You did an excellent job."
With these wildfires, the seemingly impregnable highland fortress could no longer stop him.
Leaving the workshop, Liu Qian rode to the quiet river valley camp behind the Conquest Fort, near the turbulent river.
The greenery here is full of water, and the water flows to wash the sect, which is in stark contrast to the slaughter of the workshop.
Janice was by the river, her eyes gently following three giant figures frolicking on the edge of the lush forest.
After only a few months of not seeing each other, the growth rate of the three young dragons once again shocked Liu Qian.
Blood dance shows the most amazing potential.
Its slender and powerful body is nearly eight meters long, and its red scales flow like lava in the sun, like a layer of solidified flames.
It holds its head high, its posture is elegant and majestic, and every time it flaps its wings, it brings a strong air current, rolling up the branches and leaves in the forest.
Twilight is slightly inferior to Blood Dance, about five and a half meters, and its dark purple scales are like flowing night in the shadows.
At this moment, it was chasing a frightened wild deer, causing the small animals below to scatter and flee.
The Silver Waterfall is similar in size to Twilight, about five meters long, and is covered with silver scales, like liquid mithril flowing in the sun.
It seems to be more interested in the rushing river, slapping the water with its strong front paws, splashing large crystal splashes, occasionally diving across the river, and picking up a plump fish with its slender neck, with an elegant and calm posture, like an elf in the water.
Liu Qian flashed a trace of surprise in his heart.
This growth rate, even at a time when magic had not yet returned on a large scale, far exceeded his expectations.
In the original work, Daenerys' Drogon was able to carry people at the age of two.
But that was the explosive growth that came after the return of magic.
But soon, Liu Qian's surprise was replaced by joy.
He wanted these dragons to grow as quickly as possible.
It is best to have a certain combat effectiveness before the arrival of the Red Comet.
Janice came over and said to Liu Qian: "Your Majesty, after you educated Blood Dance, it will never conflict with Twilight and Silver Waterfall again." "
Liu Qian smiled and said, "It seems that this little guy is finally obedient." "
Perhaps overhearing the conversation between the two, the blood dance on the other side of the river raised its long, pea-like neck and looked at them curiously.
The two were immediately amused by the guilty appearance of Blood Dance, and Liu Qian accompanied Janice to tease the dragon for a while, and then left under the excuse.