The abandoned village is filled with huts and houses made of wood and mud bricks.

Situated at the foot of the mountain, the village was abandoned following the departure of the Kush Knights, and deemed as unworthy property.

Currently, the Livestock Monastery is planning to build a pig farm in this village, using the not-so-fertile fields at the foot of the mountain to grow tuber roots to feed the pigs.

The pig manure is just right for fertilizing the fields, achieving a dual purpose.

However, up until now, the construction has not yet begun, so normally, there are almost no visitors to this mountain region.

Amidst the wild onions and fruit trees, four wizards stood at the edge of the village's threshing ground, one by one donning the weaponry and equipment that belonged to wizards.

Horn was standing at the edge of the threshing ground, sizing up their appearance.

Originally, Horn had only seen wizards like Patrick, and assumed that ordinary shaping wizards would be different.

But it turns out, these wizards are not as robust as knights, yet still possess a robust physique.

Especially their arms, which for some reason are several sizes larger compared to the muscles of their bodies.

It's as if a pair of gorilla-like bulky arms have been sewn onto a frail human puppet, leaving Horn utterly perplexed.

Before Patrick took the Cuirassiers to scout Black Mountain, he incidentally got a few wizards out of prison.

However, what Horn did not expect was that upon arriving at Joan of Arc Castle, their first action was to secretly sneak into the house of the coachman who reported them.

René thought they were going to do something extreme, and immediately led Cheka and the constabulary to the scene.

But all they did was to shave the coachman's horse, dog, and son's head into a Mediterranean baldness.

Horn thought about it day and night, yet couldn't figure out the logic and motivation behind these wizards.

"What on earth is wrong with them?"

Upon hearing Horn's self-muttered question, Grampwen, standing aside, spoke up: "Aren't Black Snake Bay People just like this? They're infamous for this across the Empire."

Horn pulled a serious face: "You're also a Thousand River Valley People, why are you regionally bashing others?"

Grampwen waved his hand repeatedly: "Your Grace, I'm not bashing, Black Snake Bay has always been known for its absurdity and nonsense, Black Snake Bay People are like that."

"Isn't it?" Horn frowned, "Just like the rumors claim Thousand River Valley People are unclean, it's probably a myth?"

"Your Grace, how many Black Snake Bay People do you know?" Grampwen retorted.

"Two." Horn counted on his fingers, "Qianqian is one, Patrick is...hey? Ah!"

As Horn was speechless, Mormon briskly ran over from the other side.

"Your Grace, we're ready, and can start at any time."

Within the wizards' system, the Fireball Technique is quite a practical shaping spell, capable of melting armor, of considerable range, and exerts area damage.

Some wizards rate the Fireball Technique as the most cost-effective spell in terms of power and range.

However, very few wizards actually master the Fireball Technique because it requires significant mana, and learning it is easier with the bloodline of a Shaping Witch.

Patrick is proficient in various Flash Techniques, Fog Techniques, and Frost Spells, but not the Fireball Technique.

As for the White Mountain Hermitage and the Ruo'an Faction remaining at Joan of Arc Castle, the Secret Party Wizard was already scarce.

One of the two Secret Factions excels at divination spells, and the other specializes in mind and body spells.

The only shaping wizards were sent by Catherine from Rapids City; they excel in lightning, yet have no clue about the Fireball Technique.

Thankfully, Mormon and his people specialized in the Fireball Technique, and their secret faction—the one taken down by Nidesar—particularly specializes in it.

According to Horn's stereotype of the Fireball Technique, they could absolutely substitute for cannons, completely filling the last gap in the Gallar Array.

With Mormon and others arriving, Horn finally had the opportunity to witness the power of the Fireball Technique firsthand.

Horn said: "Alright, you can start anytime."

Mormon immediately signaled with a wave towards the threshing ground.

Talolin took the magic staff prepared by the local Secret Party, oh no, Natural Priests, and stood at the center of the threshing ground.

A gentle breeze blew over, causing the staff in his hand to tremble slightly.

The tip of the staff glowed with a faint red hue, a scorching aura spread out.

Initially, just tiny sparks appeared, gradually, the sparks gathered into a small flame slowly forming a fist-sized fireball.

Under everyone's watchful gaze, Talolin held the end of the staff in both hands, raising the staff high.

Then, under Horn's dumbfounded gaze, Talolin took a deep breath, twisted his waist, veins bulging on his arms, and swept the staff with force.

With Talolin's baseball-like motion, the fireball soared into the sky, rushing out with a scorching gust of wind.

It made a "sizzling" sound in the air, the fireball traced a brilliant path, directly hitting the wooden figure, flames immediately engulfed the entire figure, and tiny fire waves splashed out within a meter around it.

Flames spread across every inch of its wooden structure, fiery reds and oranges intertwining, dancing. Black smoke rose from the burning wooden figure, a charred scent filling the air.

Watching the blazing wooden figure, Talolin stood on the spot, contently waving towards Horn.

"Is this the Fireball Technique?" Horn turned his head dumbfounded, looking at Mormon beside him.

Mormon retorted with a puzzled look: "Otherwise, what do you think it should be like?"

"A fireball should explode with a bang, sending everyone around flying, right?"

Upon hearing Horn's description, Mormon suddenly realized: "You're probably deceived by the Demon Hunter tales, there's no such Fireball Technique..."

Through the explanation, Horn gradually understood that in this world, the Fireball Technique truly is merely a fireball.

Instead of exploding, it disperses upon encountering solid objects or strong winds, then ignites enemies with the splashing fire waves.

Contrary to the stereotype, the Fireball Technique indeed only gathers a fireball in the palm, and to throw it, one must fling it manually.

That's why without a magic staff, they cannot cast spells at a distance, unrelated to the staff itself, just lacking a lever for spellcasting.

No wonder they all have bulging arms, it's all from practicing fireball throwing!

Noticing Horn's disappointed expression, Mormon's heart tightened, and he hurriedly explained: "But the kind of fireball you're talking about, isn't non-existent..."

"Does it require higher mana?"

"To be precise, it requires special spellcasting materials." Mormon recalled the materials painstakingly prepared months ago, "Reputed to be the jewel atop the crown of Alchemy!"

"What spellcasting materials, can we produce them?" The Alchemist Horn was quite interested in picking the jewel atop the crown.

His alchemists didn't lack quantity nor mana.

Initially, mortar was considered a relatively scarce mid-range alchemical product, mainly used as an adhesive in castle restorations.

It was something only knights could afford.

Under Horn's hands, it became concrete by mixing sand and gravels, something even commoners could buy to repair houses.

"Probably very difficult." Mormon rubbed the staff in his hand.

In order to aid Rapids City, the Black Snake Bay Secret Faction used up Celestial Maiden City's twenty-year stockpile of Dragon Blood, estimating that Dragon Blood will only yield single-digit annual production.

"Tell me, what is the name of that material?" Horn pressed persistently.

"That spellcasting material is called Red Dragon Breath."

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