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Chapter 113 Advancement of Fire Witchcraft

Chapter 113 The Advancement of Fire Witchcraft

Author: Kel'Thuzad's Cat

Chapter 113 The Advancement of Fire Witchcraft

The bidding in the hall continued, and there was even an arms race for magic materials later on.

Rhaenyra tried to bid a few times before making any sound.

There are so many people who want the stone statues in this maze, and their applicability is very wide, so the competition is so fierce.

Especially those magicians on the dark side, each one is even crazier than the last.

"Okay, first bid... second bid... third bid!"

“Perfect deal!”

Grand Duke Tyrosh's face was filled with deep happiness. The maze that once disintegrated their fleet and severely damaged their third daughter's kingdom finally brought benefits, which made him and the Supreme Council behind him sigh in relief.

The person who took the picture of the stone statue was a man in the darkroom. He competed so fiercely with the mages that the scene was full of gunpowder. A black mage threatened, "Being able to take a picture of the stone statue does not mean that you can keep it forever."

Obviously, there are many people who have the same idea as Rhaenyra.

Without strength, possessing a magical treasure similar to the maze stone statue is like a child walking through the busy city with an attractive gold nugget, only to receive the greedy eyes of jackals.

"Humph, then come and try it!" The person in the darkroom was full of confidence and snorted coldly.

"Ahem, the Supreme Council will guarantee the rights of every guest. In the area of ​​the Third Daughter Kingdom, robbing auction items is not allowed. Otherwise, it will be regarded as challenging the authority of the three city-states!"

The Archduke of Tyrosh seems to be warning those lawless mercenaries, thieves and mages...

But some smart people have already thought: As long as they leave the territory of the third daughter queen, how many people will still retain those auction items in the hands of the original owner?

Only Rhaenyra was suddenly startled when she heard the voice of the stone statue buyer. Hey, it seemed like she had heard it somewhere before?

At the same time, the Maharaja's voice sounded in the venue again, "Next, the next auction item!"

"One of Valyria's common spells, Ignite!"

"This is the basic spell of fire magic, and it is also..."

"Hey, Fatty." The wizard said again, "Can you please stop fooling people with this kind of thing?"

"Ignite" is not a very cherished spell model. Many people can use it. Even street performers who spit fire can do this trick. The difference lies in talent and magic concentration.

"This set of spells includes ignite, as well as the enhanced state of ignition - burning, and the final form of fire magic: incineration."

Grand Duke Tyrosh ignored the wizard's provocation and continued.

"It is said that when a wizard's spell form advances to the ultimate fire witchcraft, the wizard will awaken some kind of special talent that can even rival gods."

Creation... Rhaenyra's heart moved.

From their rise to annihilation, the Valyrian people have always wanted to obtain the top talent of fire, but in the end no one expected that this talent could appear in a girl from the last clan of the dynasty, who had the ability to turn fossils into dragons

The power of "creation".

"Ten giant jade sea elephants! A thousand seal skins, and two cargo ships' worth of gold coins."

As soon as the move is made, some people want to have the final say.

"Three cargo ships of whale oil, five hundred barbarian slaves of the Shivering Sea..."

This set of inheritance has been lost for a long time, especially the second and third forms of fire witchcraft, which are only in the hands of some wizards and priests with real power.

Obviously, there are some thieves and people who have obtained dirty things, and they want to "ship out" them by taking advantage of the opportunity of the auction.

A black-walled nobleman sitting on the seat clenched his fists and seemed to be shaking with anger.

This inheritance was originally the heritage of their family. As a result, conflicts arose within the family and his stepbrother stole the inheritance. Unexpectedly, it would be reappeared at the auction now.

While everyone was bidding fiercely in the hall, a cold female voice came from the dark room: "Three pieces of dragon bones, red mysterious technique - tempered blade."

The voices among the people present fell silent.

"Keel bone? This material has not appeared for many years."

"It's too little for the surviving family members to use for themselves!"

"You can't say that, Westeros..." "I'm afraid you forgot the Green Seer!"

Keel? A man in the secret room has dilated pupils, showing his desire.

"Materials that are not available in Westeros are finally available at auction!"

The noble who stole the family property eagerly signaled to the Grand Duke and winked.

"Well, this noble man...the auctioneer said that if you can get a few more dragon bones, this inheritance will belong to you!"

"Hmph!" the cold female voice responded impatiently, "Our surviving members use one less dragon bone one by one. Three is the maximum number I can come up with! If it weren't for the lack of inheritance of some side seeds..."

After hearing this, the outline of a lost wizard family in Valyria emerged in everyone's mind... Dragon bones are a very cherished blood and fire spellcasting material. They are commonly used in some Valyrian heritages. Do you use one piece less? It is indeed

fact.

"Tempered Blade...Red Temple?" The auctioneer in the audience was fighting fiercely in his heart. If he relied on the powerful Red God, he might be able to fight with his brother!

"Okay, I announce that this inheritance was obtained through a darkroom auction, and the deal is concluded!"

Rhaenyra placed the dragon bones and red mysticism on a tray. Soon, the slave presented another tray covered with silk, and quietly and respectfully turned around and left.

"Three glass candles..." Rhaenyra carefully put them away.

If nothing is taken out, then her identity as a darkroom owner will be in doubt, and there are too many targets to rob at the auction, and she may get nothing in the end...

Taking pictures first is the safest way.

Wise Summer has long wanted to deal with that candle, so why not take this opportunity to exchange for a inheritance for her, and the Alchemist Guild will also benefit from it.

After waiting for a long time, nothing that moved her heart appeared at the auction, and Rhaenyra yawned slightly.

"Leese Poison", "Scorpion-Tailed Beast", "Omen in Fire..."

Also circulating at the auction are some poisons and other secrets of the Red God.

In the trading city-state, the spells used by the priests of R'hllor are also widely circulated. However, whether you want to learn it or not depends on whether the Red God favors you.

Some "darlings" can easily learn spells like "Omen in Fire" without using candles.

"Fossil eggs of unknown creatures."

"This is a fossil from the Far East. Some businessmen said that this egg may belong to an ancient magical creature!"

Upon hearing this, some dark wizards looked impatient.

"It's not a dragon egg!"

"As if fossils are very useful?"

"You said it's a fossilized dragon egg, so I can only buy it home for collection?"

It's not a dragon egg. A man in the darkroom withdrew his expectant eyes and followed the wizards with an impatient "tsk".

What's the use of dragon eggs? Take them home and make soup.

And there are still no fossils that could have given birth to life...

Although there is such an instruction in the family, whether it is a living or dead egg, you must try to get it in your hands.

But there is only one premise - it is the dragon's egg.

Seeing that the venue was deserted and no one wanted to buy it, the Grand Duke of Tyrosh hurriedly made a replacement!

"These two fossil eggs are very special. They are covered with a special layer of feathers. If they can be hatched..."

"Hahahaha!" Before he finished speaking, a beautiful woman interrupted.

"Is the Archduke crazy? Who can hatch a fossil? Not even Valyrian can do this!"

"That's right", everyone agreed.

"If what you took out is a dragon egg, we may have some luck, such as relying on some gods or the magic miracle of Valyria."
Chapter completed!
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