sjar Chapter 472 I Believe My Brother-in-Law Is a Pervert
Chapter 472 I Believe My Brother-in-Law Is a Pervert
Preparations for war are extremely tense for any existence.
Although the various magical skills of the Elven God have accelerated the production of enchanted shells;
Just by compressing dozens of [Fireball] shells, thousands of them have been produced.
This does not include some "special ammunition" that Alvin requested, which are smaller in quantity but special items enchanted with different spells.
The production of the [Clairvoyance] tracking staff is temporarily in the hands of the Gis people, who are experts in enchantment.
After all, even the Elf God does not have the ability to quickly master the spell of [Clairvoyance].
But ammunition and weapons are not the main task of this preparation.
How to make the Elf Courtyard have more giant tree people capable of participating in the exhibition is the top priority of preparation.
With the number of spells that Ivan could cast, being able to squeeze out five tree people at the same time was already his limit.
Xiling can only summon three at most - as for Lian, she is still at the stage of chewing potatoes.
This number is far from enough for this war.
Ivan and Xiling stood in the middle of an open space surrounded by large oak trees, and opposite them stood the Moon Elf Druid of the Second Parish.
Philohill still looked thin.
During the period of the druid settlement, she was one of the first moon elves to convert to Lady Mielikki, and also one of the first druids to be promoted to the intermediate level.
Compared to Ariella, who specialized in summoning and perception spells, Philothir's study of divine arts was more comprehensive.
Especially for Senna's developed [Plant Awakening] - this new innovative spell equivalent to the five-ring divine spell.
But the spells that Philohil mastered were too different from Alvin's version.
Before, she thought that this was because Alvin, a special human being, habitually added his own characteristics when casting spells.
After all, she herself had experienced those strange healing spells...
But when Philohill saw the chewing potato summoned by little Lian, jumping around alive and well, and Lian had no signs of conscious control;
This made Philohill begin to doubt his own conclusion.
“Sir Ivan, could you let Miss Lian introduce the skills of the [Plant Awakening] spell to us?
The effects we exert still require us to allocate most of our consciousness to the plant's body to control it..."
It's not that Alvin hasn't tried to solve Philohill's problem.
But this useless young man from Blue Star who didn't need to chant any spells or strike a pose just couldn't understand the difference between the two.
Since she mastered the divine power technique, Xiling's spell casting has become somewhat unique -
So unique that no one else can learn it.
Who would expect a serious elf to have so much divine power...
So, the person I asked for advice became Lian, who looked the most normal.
It seemed that because his abilities were valued, the short half-elf's mouth corners almost curled up to the sky.
Little Lian puffed out her chest and looked at the Moon Elf opposite her with great pride, like an old professor looking at his student.
"Ah, actually my magic skills are nothing special...
The prayer posture should be changed quickly...
And the spells must be recited correctly, without an elvish accent...
And there's more...
Every time I cast a spell, I would silently say in my mind, 'Brother-in-law is a pervert'..."
"Clam?!"
The moon elves were completely confused after hearing this.
What the hell is this...
Who casts spells and chants incantations with an accent?
In the main plane, except for the disappeared dragon clan, no one can chant spells in their native language!
The quick-witted Philohill seemed to have noticed something.
She turned her gaze to Xiling and asked in a low voice:
"Ms. Xiling, do you always say that Lord Ivan is... a pervert every time you cast a spell?"
Xiling, who was asked in a low voice, did not speak, but soon nodded imperceptibly.
And...the delicate and beautiful face suddenly turned red.
Philohill looked at Xiling in disbelief, and then looked at Ivan with a strange expression.
She has been exposed to a lot of knowledge about gods and magic during this period, and has already guessed the reasons for the changes in spell effects.
"So... as long as we trust Lord Ivan, we can have those weird spell effects?"
While thinking, Philohil chanted a short spell.
Her prayers and spellcasting postures were very standard, without the elven accent that Lian mentioned.
As the spell was completed, a ball of white light appeared on Philohil's palm.
She looked at Ivan hesitantly, then at Xiling who was blushing, and finally set her sights on Lian who was acting arrogantly.
"I'm sorry... Miss Lian..."
Philohil quickly walked behind Lian and cast the spell in his hand directly on the little guy.
Little Lian, who was facing a kind of elf that was talking endlessly, suddenly straightened up as if something terrible touched her back.
Then, her half-grown pointed ears began to tremble and her whole body began to arch slightly.
The little girl bit her lips hard, but soon she found that it was futile.
The short half-elf let out an uncontrollable groan in front of everyone...
……
"Are you sure you read that correctly?"
A skeleton in a white robe hid in a sealed stone room, looking at Labelas who had a strange expression on his face across from him.
The silver-haired old elf nodded and personally confirmed the fact he had just seen.
“Sir Ivan himself probably hasn’t realized that he can now grant his followers special divine powers.
This is a power that only a deity can possess.
only……"
“Just what?
Are those spells all perverted?"
Rillifane rubbed his ribs and teased with a sly grin.
"That's... not important at all."
Labelas rolled his eyes. In front of his old friend, there was no need for him to maintain his wise and calm image.
“I checked out Xiling and Lian… and that new skilled Philohill.
They have no concept of faith in Lord Ivan."
"Clam?!"
The old skeleton stopped rubbing his ribs, and the soul fire in his eye sockets soared high.
“No faith?
Then how did they obtain the special magical effects from Alvin?
Is it true that perversion is contagious? "
"Don't get so excited, old friend.
I have carefully observed the process of Philohill's transformation.
It seems that she just needs to 'believe' in Ivan...
And I heard that they all believe in different things. For example, Lian has always believed that Mr. Ivan has a rather unethical character..."
"believe?"
The old skeleton suddenly fell into deep thought.
After a while, he raised his palm, and a pink magic ball instantly appeared on his palm.
“It’s really… incredible.
At this level, there is not even the most basic faith!
How did this guy do it?"