Water Creation Technique

Time flew by, and Shawn and Meryl had been reading for ten full days.

For ten days, Shawn had pored over the stack of books before him, reading them back and forth until he could almost recite them by heart. His comprehension, which surpassed that of his peers, combined with the magical knowledge he had gained in his previous life, allowed him to understand these texts far beyond the expectations of the elven mage.

The elven mage was very satisfied with Shawn.

At this rate, perhaps in another ten days, Shawn would be able to attempt casting spells.

On this day, Shawn and Meryl were meditating in their room.

Meditation was for the purpose of increasing one's mental power.

This world was filled with arcane energy, but to cast spells, one had to use mental power to manipulate that energy. Of course, during the process of meditation, one could also slowly absorb the arcane energy drifting between heaven and earth, storing it within the body. When the time came to channel it, one could cast spells rapidly.

Shawn had already begun to study other, more specialized magic books.

The first one he read was a magic book about summoning water elementals.

The so-called summoning of water elementals here did not refer to summoning combat-ready water elemental companions, but rather the simplest act of calling upon the ubiquitous water elements and condensing them into water. Anyone who had played games knew this was the so-called "Conjure Water," the simplest of conjuration spells.

Shawn's magical talent was very high. This likely stemmed from the elven blood flowing through his veins.

One must know that during the process of evolving from Dark Trolls into Night Elves, the elves had been bathed in the dense arcane energy surrounding the Well of Eternity. Through millions of years of immersion, their magical talent had come to exceed that of any other race on the land of Azeroth.

To go from someone who knew nothing about magic to being able to cast the simplest "Conjure Water" in just ten days was a truly astonishing display of magical talent.

Although, the water Shawn summoned could, at most, only dampen his clothes.

"Shawn, I'm thirsty."

Meryl closed the last magic book in front of him and called out to Shawn.

As a genuine human teenager, the 15-year-old Meryl had managed to read and understand a large stack of books in ten days; it had to be said that Meryl was very clever.

"Open your mouth."

Shawn extended his left hand, and pale blue light slowly condensed, quickly forming a water sphere the size of an egg. Shawn then tossed it casually, and the sphere followed a perfect parabolic arc, landing right in Meryl's mouth.

Sticking out his tongue to lick his lips, Meryl muttered, "Finally finished! I don't know what the point of reading so many books is if they won't even teach us spells. If only I could learn Conjure Water too, I could go out and perform magic tricks to make money."

Hearing this, Shawn couldn't help but laugh out loud, pointing at Meryl and mocking, "Meryl, why is your brain only filled with money!"

Meryl counted on his fingers, "Look, with money, I can buy nice clothes, buy delicious food, buy a tall, sturdy horse, buy a solid and comfortable house, marry a beautiful and gentle wife... See, isn't having money great!"

Meryl spoke with such conviction that even Shawn almost believed him.

However, Shawn knew very well that in a world like Azeroth, filled with fantastical creatures, only powerful strength was the foundation. Money? Heh. Had you ever seen a destitute mage? Any mage was wealthier than a noble, and far more powerful!

And now, Shawn, who could already cast "Conjure Water," could be considered a mage to a certain extent. Though not a formal mage, at best he could only be counted as a mage apprentice.

There were no real spellbooks in the room; to learn actual spells, one had to find those elven mages. The elven mage had once said that once Shawn and Meryl had finished reading and understanding those magic books, they should come find her.

If not for waiting for the future legendary mage Meryl Winterstorm, Shawn could have gone to find the elven mage five days ago.

And today, Meryl had also completed the task assigned by the female mage, so it was time.

Night fell.

Recently, a tense atmosphere had permeated Stromgarde. The army of Arathor was assembling, and Thoradin had issued a mandatory order to all nobles. Humans must form an alliance with the High Elves of Quel'Thalas to jointly resist the invasion of the Zul'Aman trolls.

When the lips are gone, the teeth are cold; this was an obvious truth.

Thoradin, who believed in the power of warriors, certainly would not pin his hopes on future human mages. Even the High Elves would not harbor such fantasies. What Quel'Thalas truly needed was not the cultivation of a few dozen novice human mages, but the elite strength of the entire human kingdom.

Arathor warriors, royal knights.

These were the saviors of Quel'Thalas.

When Shawn and Meryl found the elven mage, she was leading four other mages in enchanting the armor and weapons for the knights of Arathor.

Light flickered on the elven mage's hands, and dense arcane energy along with the colorful elements of earth, fire, water, and wind gathered in the room, condensing onto an exquisite runic wand.

The elven mage waved her wand, drawing detailed patterns on the knight's armor. Once the patterns were drawn, she took out a palm-sized crystal vial, opened the cap, and a small pinch of strange, pale green dust seemed guided by some force, evenly adhering to the lines of the pattern.

The armor emitted a pale green glow. Soon, the light slowly dimmed, the patterns gradually faded away, and this expensive piece of knight's armor became an even more precious enchanted piece of equipment.

"Fine equipment, permanent minor enchantment."

Shawn raised an eyebrow.

Blue fine equipment represented the extraordinary quality of this knight's armor. Enchantments were divided into temporary and permanent; temporary ones generally did not require casting materials, and the effect only lasted for a period of time. Permanent enchantments required precious materials, and the effects could last for a very long time, theoretically even permanently.

As for the minor enchantment, it was equivalent in quality to green superior equipment and did not match the value of this knight's armor. If this were in Dalaran, it would be a very wasteful act. But...

This was Stromgarde, Stromgarde 2,800 years ago.

The number of mages was not as high as in later generations, and the few elven mages did not have many spare casting materials. The materials the elven mage could use now were all temporarily produced, and supplies were limited.

In fact, only officers and knights above the intermediate level could receive the treatment of a permanent enchantment. As for those low-level officers, they could only receive temporary enchantments.

A clever housewife cannot cook without rice; it wasn't that the mages weren't capable, but that there was no rice.

The elven mage noticed the arrival of Shawn and Meryl, signaled the knight beside her to put away the enchanted armor, and then turned around, her fatigue hard to hide, revealing a faint smile: "Shawn, you're here? Have you finished the books?"