Chapter 150 Training class, new magic, bat ultrasound
Big win!
Big win!
The Magic Council is victorious!
Not only did they achieve a complete victory in the separate battlefields, destroying the squadron of the Lord of Glory Church, and bulldozing the coalition forces in Midland County, but they also successfully defeated the rebels in the main battlefield, in the Royal Capital, with the coalition of Magic Council and local nobles.
, imprisoned the false king who had just ascended the throne!
But these have nothing to do with Gretel. He hurriedly met with his teacher, the bald bishop and the others, and explained that he was going to the Magic Council headquarters for further study, and was picked up by the Archmage Carlisle on the airship. He had been absent from school for three months.
Come on! Why don’t you go to the headquarters for class as soon as possible? What kind of trouble do you want to cause!
Gretel was thrown into the training class in a daze. The large room of seventy or eighty people was filled to the brim with teenagers and girls. There were more people than in the junior high school in Gretel's previous life. Seeing Gretel being led in, everyone
Sideways glance.
"Who is this?—come so late?"
Two rows back in the middle of the classroom, a blond boy glanced back and quietly bit his ear with his seatmate. The girl sitting with him also glanced at Gretel, turned her head and looked straight ahead. Only the beautiful earlobes were covered with pearl earrings.
A slight sway:
"I don't know...but he's dressed very rustically. He doesn't look like the child of some master..." "Maybe he's a student? Otherwise, how could he get in? My cousin didn't even get a spot!" behind the girl.
, another girl lay down forward and whispered. Immediately, someone interrupted across the aisle:
"Yes, it is said that each county only has one quota, age, level, and research results. It is difficult!"
"God knows whose work was stolen and stuffed in..."
Gretel: "..." I said, do you really think I can't hear you?
He pretended not to hear anything.
Among the students in the classroom, the older ones are less than 20 years old, and the younger ones are not yet fully grown. They are almost a group of students from the second grade of junior high school to the third grade of high school. It is the time when teenagers don’t know what it is like to be sad, and they are all different.
It is absolutely impossible for the young geniuses chosen by the local government not to gossip. If you are arguing with a group of children, isn't it just that you will live longer and go back to your hometown?
Grete selectively ignored that he was only 16 years old, a little younger than the median age of this group of people.
He stretched his neck and looked at the podium. The Magic Council had spent a lot of money this time. The magicians who gave them lectures were all great magicians of level ten or above. Gretel had not yet heard whether the lectures were profound and simple, at least.
That level——
As soon as the first class started, Grete's eyes were dazzled by the gold thread on the corner of the teacher's robe.
Level eleven.
He looks to be only about 40 years old, and his movements are nimble and nimble. He is not the kind of old man who pretends to be young by relying on his magician level to delay aging. He is a high-spirited, young and promising level 11.
——In the previous life, this was equivalent to asking a group of top professors to give lectures to the students in the junior class of HKUST, right?
He was speechless secretly. The teacher stood on the podium with a smile, without any textbooks or chalk, and put down a small box on the podium. The sound of metal hitting inside was clear and sweet.
Grete sat up straight and looked around. The teacher waved his hand casually, and a large piece of text and pictures condensed in the air line by line:
"Today we will talk about [Harsh Scream]. This is a level 1 sonic spell, which is the basis of the plastic energy sonic spell - please note that it does not belong to the same category as the level 0 [Phantom Sound]. The principle
It’s not the same either, so don’t apply it when learning..."
Two magic models appeared in the air at the right time. The black model lines and the key nodes were specially circled with red lines. A magician with eyes can see at a glance that these two magics are indeed very different and cannot be applied at all.
Magic tricks are magic tricks again, but compared to Master Lorenz using magic tricks to draw tables on the wall during the assessment in the Magic Tower, this void painting is much more beautiful. Grete secretly sighed, and
The classmates in front lowered their heads and copied:
"The series of [Shrill Scream] goes all the way up, including level 2 [Crushing Sound Wave], level 3 [Disturbing Noise], level 4 [Roar], all the way to the highest level [Banshee's Wail]. Usually
, we can use no casting materials and just rely on the spell model to issue [piercing scream]——"
He paused for a moment and opened his mouth. The students in the classroom hurriedly set up various defenses, including shield spells, mage armors, and simply brushing themselves [increased resistance]. After everyone had finished defending, the teacher took a breath
With one breath, a sharp whistle pierced through instantly.
...Hey guys, is this comparable to the sound of dolphins?
Gretel's face was distorted on the spot. The faces of the other students on the left front and right front were also distorted to the point where they could not be seen, completely losing their original demeanor of handsome men and beauties. The teacher said with a smile:
"Theoretically, a magician can use all his mental energy that day to cast [Shrill Scream]. In fact, no one does this. Do you know why?"
Why?
Grete pursed his lips silently. The teacher saw his action at a glance, and with a finger, a big bright yellow mark fell on his head:
"This gentleman in the last row, please answer me!"
Gretel subconsciously wanted to raise his head. Teacher, what you poked at my head wasn't an exclamation mark, was it?
Or is it a question mark?
Did you mark me as an NPC?
He tried to concentrate, stood up and answered:
"The sonic attack of [Harsh Scream] relies on magic to amplify it, but it is basically the scream of the magician himself. Such high-frequency sounds are very harmful to the vocal cords..."
I looked around and saw that the students were all confused, so I immediately changed my words and said, "It hurts my throat very much. So, if you are not more confident in your own healing skills, it is better to control the number of spells you cast, or to always have healing drugs on hand."
Just do this once a day, five times, eight times, ten times a day - Sir, even if your vocal cords are not torn, are they at least edematous?"
So which magician came up with the idea of howling directly from the throat - don't you have a flute, a whistle, or at least a tuning fork?
At the front of the classroom, the magician lecturing opened the box and raised the metal fork...
There was a low exclamation. Grete pretended to copy the teacher's handouts and quickly scribbled on the notebook: "[Harsh Scream] can use tuning forks as casting materials. There should be a correlation between the frequency of sound waves and the length of the tuning fork... If you want to emit infrasound waves
Or ultrasound, you need to look for other materials..."
The magician waited patiently for a moment for the students to finish copying their notes. He rummaged around in the box for a while and pulled out a piece of parchment:
"In addition to causing damage, sonic magic can also be used in many situations. In the latest issue of "General Arcanist Monthly", "Little Bat Flight Experiment Explores the Application of Sound Waves in the Field of Magic Exploration", and thus
The new magic created is a very good example..."
The magician talked non-stop and spoke highly of the research ideas of this paper, the process of controlled experiments, the principles of magic, the application prospects of using high-frequency echolocation to detect the environment, etc. Gretel was sitting in the classroom.
In the last row, there was only one word echoing in my heart: