Chapter 18 Inheritance of the Titans

"Magnificence? This is also a funny spell." Morea glanced at the spell book in her hand, threw it out, and was caught by the trembling, honest invisible servant and put it back on the original bookshelf .

Enlargement, a first-level spell, in short, can increase the size and strength of a humanoid creature, but this kind of spell, you don't need to think about it, it will be 100% immune to the real body of Morea, and Does it make sense to act on Morea's humanoid body? With this skill, it is better to directly change back to the real body.

"A lot of low-level spells don't need to be learned at all, and it's a waste of time to learn them. I really don't know what the mage who created them thought." Morea looked at the spell books floating in front of him, and carefully read them. Effect.

"What the hell is this? Tongue of tentacles, turning the tongue into tentacles." Seeing this, Morea looked disgusted: "I can guarantee that the mage who created this spell is definitely a pervert."

"Repairing minor injuries. For minor injuries, my recovery time is less than the casting time, so there is no need to learn."

"Swimming faster. Haha. I'm a man who can go into the sea to catch fish."

"Shrinkage. Bah, I'm small enough now."

"To resist seasickness, first of all I have to have a boat to sit on."

"If you don't read it, don't look at it. There are not many first-level spells that are really useful. Most of them are auxiliary spells. They are directly attacked, and their power is too weak. It is useless to those young dragons. Spells are still worth seeing."

"Second-level spells are good, but why are there still tentacle-based spells, sharp teeth tentacles, a tentacle extending from the hand, and then splitting into three small tentacles, each with a mouth with teeth on it." Murray Ya looked at it and retched, "It's really a spell with a clear style, who can learn it from a mage with normal three views!"

Morea picks and chooses, throws all the spellbooks that he doesn't like or thinks that the style of painting is abnormal, and only picks those spells that are pleasing to the eye...

"Yeah!" Morea slapped a big slack, "My mental power is almost exhausted by me, and I have only constructed five second-level spells. The mental power is really too little, not enough at all. "

Morea unconsciously said enough to make ordinary silver want to vomit blood. He is not like an ordinary mage. He starts to build a spell model after careful consideration, but directly spends a lot of mental power to brush his proficiency. .

Ordinary human mages are very careful. Generally, after they have completely written down the spell model, they will try to figure it out for ten days and a half months, and try to build it once. The worst can be successful in three times.

As for Moria, he could even fail the most basic zero-level tricks more than ten times, not to mention the second-level spells that were two orders of magnitude more difficult. It turned out that he only failed a few times before constructing them. The four-ring spell Transfiguration is just shit luck.

Compared with the mental power used to build a successful spell model, the mental power lost in the failure of the construction accounts for more than 95% of all the mental power of Moreya. The price paid, the mental power that can be recovered by a good night's sleep.

"This world is really unfair." Morea sighed. He was no longer a novice who knew nothing about Erathia. In Jin Longniang's library, he could learn everything he wanted to know.

"Fortunately, I'm not the one who laments the injustice of the world." Morea sighed and turned his attention. Now his energy is focused on how to improve his combat power.

As for the growth of strength, Muriya felt that he didn't have to worry about himself at all, he could become stronger by sleeping every day, and what to do with so much thought. The only thing he needs to think about is how to effectively use the power he possesses and turn it into real combat power.

"Make full use of your spiritual power to improve your spellcasting ability,

I'm already doing it, and there's no way to continue building spell models. Morea thought for a while, "Whether Golden Dragon or Titan, their spellcasting ability is just the embellishment of their prestige. What is truly world-famous is their melee combat ability. "

"So, my main energy should be on improving my melee fighting ability." Morea nodded secretly, "The fighting method of punching to the flesh is quite exciting to think about, but it is easy to get injured."

"In the case of melee combat, the relevant knowledge is in the inheritance memory of the Titans." Morea looked at the inheritance knowledge of the Titan family in the memory, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He had already obtained the inheritance knowledge, but he never had the chance.

"Should I say that it really deserves to be a world-famous legendary fighting race, in addition to the Titan language in the initial inheritance, the Giant language and the Common language, the rest are knowledge related to combat.

The Titan knowledge inheritance that I received for the second time is pure combat knowledge. Let me see what it has. "The Selection and Use of Weapons", "The Skill of the Double-Blade Battle Axe", "How to Throw a Spear Accurately", " Basic Skills of Warhammer"..."

Looking at the skills of using this large series of various weapons, Morea's head began to become dizzy. His father's family seemed to be very perverted. He now has the knowledge inheritance of the Titans in his mind. In addition to basic language knowledge, only fighting is left.

"My body type..." Morea thought about her baby-like body, and was a little speechless, and it seemed that it was not very suitable for combat, "And, if I want to use this combat knowledge, I must at least have a suitable weapons."

"So, I can only choose to use my fists to fight meleely?" Morea recovered her true body in a burst of light, and raised her fleshy fist that was really bigger than a casserole.

"The most suitable for my current situation is "Fighting Skills", which accounts for the largest proportion of Titan inheritance."

Morea scratched his head, looked at the white robe on his body, and muttered in a low voice: "This robe can grow and shrink with my body, so there should be no problem wearing it to fight!"

"Never mind, rest for a while, and I'll go find some ferocious beasts to try the fighting skills of the Titans." Morea didn't go back to his room, walked out of the library, found a room that looked good, and pushed in, no matter what. Three seven twenty one, turned into a human form, and lay down directly on the bed to sleep.

Now, Morea has regarded his room as a dragon breeding room, and sleeping there, he can't close his eyes at all, because those dragon cubs may attack him at any time.

"Well, it smells very good." Morea sniffed the faint aroma of the quilt, and gradually became confused, "I don't know if it is the body fragrance of the dragon maid, or it is the aftertaste left after using the perfume. ."

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"Mia, stop quickly and stop pinching."

"It's so tender, it doesn't matter, I'll pinch it for a while, who asked Master Morea to occupy my bed and make me unable to sleep."

"If Master Morea wakes up, you will be dead."

"What are you afraid of, we serve the golden dragon who is the head of the good dragon, and not the evil dragon, so we will be punished a little at most."

"Even if it's a good dragon, it's a dragon, Mia..."

When Morea woke up in a daze, he heard two very young-sounding female voices arguing in dragon language. Of course, what he felt the most now was the one who kept kneading on his face. slender palms.

Then, feeling uncomfortable, Morea opened her golden pupils completely. She stared blankly at the two dragon maids with fine golden dragon scales on both sides of her cheeks.

One of the dragon maids, who looked like a beautiful girl, was squatting in front of him, leaned beside him, and stretched out a hand to knead his face, while behind her, another dragon maid was pulling her anxiously. , trying to stop her movement.

"Have you squeezed enough?" Morea was expressionless, he hadn't fully woken up yet, and his mental state was not good.

"Hehe." Mia, the dragon maid who was immersed in the excellent touch on her fingers and arguing with her companions, only then reacted and retracted her fingers with a smirk.

"Master Mia, Mia didn't mean to offend you, please forgive her for her rashness." The dragon maid who was pulling Mia heard Mia's voice and knelt down with a look of panic, begging for her companions .

"Master Morea, you took up my bed first. I didn't have a place to sleep, so I kept staring at you, and then I thought you were too cute, and finally pinched your face when I couldn't help it. You can't blame me."

"Your bed is not small enough for two people to sleep." Morea still looked blank. I don't know if it was because of too much mental energy consumption, he was very sleepy now.

After saying this, he closed his eyes again, turned over, turned his back to the two dragon maids, and fell asleep.

Hearing this sentence, the kneeling dragon maid and Mia looked at each other in astonishment, and then the very bold dragon maid Mia cheered: "Michelle, sleep, sleep."

The dragon maid who was kneeling on the ground had a dazed expression on her face. She didn't understand what was going on at all. In her conception, the upper and lower classes were strict, and once they crossed the line, they would be punished.

"Mia, what are you doing?" Michelle, the dragon maid, looked in shock at Mia who quickly undressed and burrowed into the bed. Although she had seen such scenes many times before, this time was different. what.

"Sleep." Mia replied with a natural look.

"But, but, Master Morea is still..."

"Master Morea has agreed." Mia said with a smile.

...Golden sunlight poured through the gaps in the curtains into a room where a maid lived in the Crystal Castle.

"Ah~ha~" Muria sighed and opened her eyes, it was still dark in front of her eyes, and then, her nose smelled the slightly familiar fragrance, as well as the soft touch on her face, the slightly tight restraint on her body The feeling made Moreya realize that he was being hugged tightly by a woman with a very good figure.