In fact, no one may even have time to think about whether to abstain.
As the mage's voice fell, the door opened to its maximum, and the cold mist spewed out like a living thing, wrapping everyone in it in an instant. The mist was so dense that it suddenly closed the giant mouth of a monster.
The disappearing light in the field of vision instantly ignited a deep fear, and the uncontrollable screams of women suddenly sounded...
Fortunately, the piercing cry did not last long - before a few timid guys joined in the wailing, a bit of misty light flickered in front of the eyes, slightly dispelling the darkness and fear.
More than thirty apprentices looked at each other in confusion. The vision that once again had an effect on them gradually calmed them down and noticed that the scenery in front of them had changed again - the only light source was dancing on a beautifully carved lampstand, dim and cold.
The light barely illuminates an area of about sixty feet, but it is only enough to make people discern the intensity of the appearance. The black stone slabs extend outward under the feet, and at the end of the light source, they merge into the deep darkness.
, and on the boundary between light and dark, the dark and jumping shadow is like some kind of ominous monster, which frightens most of the little ghosts who are accustomed to the sunshine, and they can't help but gather into several small circles according to the degree of closeness.
That's right, more than thirty people.
Edward raised his brows and noticed that the noble young man beside him had disappeared, and what was left were only about twenty little guys looking at each other a little further away... and those shrouded in navy blue and gray-brown robes.
A group of Krulods who said nothing.
"It's teleportation again... Even if it's convenient, it's too wasteful." He couldn't help but mumbled in a low voice.
Darkness can inspire the most primitive fears in human hearts, but for Edward, everything hidden in the darkness is not much different from that under the sun. Turning his eyes, he noticed that everyone was in a long and narrow room.
The hall... no, or should it be called a corridor more appropriately? Black, smooth stone slabs are arranged with walls more than ten feet high, bridging the walls on the left, right and back, together with the ceiling decorated with rough cross patterns.
The space is limited to a width of several tens of feet. At the end of the line of sight on the far side, a structure similar to a door leaf seems to be visible.
"What is this place?"
"The mage just said that this was a test... did anyone hear what he said clearly?"
"He didn't say..."
After standing still for a few seconds, an apprentice poked the person next to him and asked blankly. However, the person next to him could only shake his head blankly, until several flickering light balls slowly rose up, and the pale luster broke through
In the darkness, they all suddenly started to follow suit, but when the surrounding gradually became brighter, allowing them to notice the scene in the corridor, a loud voice attracted everyone's attention.
"Please be quiet."
The voice was made by a tall figure wearing a long brown robe, who seemed to be the tallest of the Krorodites and their leader. He casually pushed down the hood on his head, revealing a face with thick features.
The horizontal face and brows seem to have a bit of youthfulness that matches his age, but the large tattoo that emerged from the clothes on his back and spread along the neck to the shaved head is enough for people to ignore it.
.
"Maybe you don't know us, or someone has already gotten some information, but it doesn't matter whether you know who we are or not. Because you just need to listen carefully to what I am going to say next."
His lingua franca was mixed with clumsy clicks, which sounded a bit funny, but the dull voice and serious expression still made these words full of power, especially with the voice behind him.
The three of them had already pulled out two scimitars from under their robes.
This kind of scimitar is a protective weapon favored by the Krulod people who are dismissed as barbarians. Although it may not be as good as the exquisite enchanted swords, it is usually mixed with rare metals mined in the mountains during forging.
, the power exerted during slashing is extremely amazing. In the hands of some experienced warriors, it can even chop a person from head to toe.
And the blades in the hands of these young people who were sent to learn magic were obviously of extraordinary quality. The blade reflected a hazy luster and seemed to carry an invisible cold wind pressure, which made all the young people who only had fragile robes and wooden staffs...
The apprentices hurriedly backed away, letting out a series of low-pitched screams.
"I don't know what these so-called tests by the mages are for, but we are determined to win." The speaker's eyes swept over the frightened little faces, and the bald head with half of the tattoo nodded slightly.
He seemed to be satisfied with everyone's reaction: "We intend to achieve the best results, so at this critical moment, we hope that you can cooperate with us and declare abstention. In this way, we will naturally send appropriate thanks in the future."
"Thank you? If we abstain, wouldn't we be able to enter the academy? Isn't that a problem that a little gratitude can solve? And who doesn't know that the better the grades, the easier it is to get the attention of the tutors. Can your gratitude be better than the tutors'
Teaching is more valuable?" An apprentice standing far away sneered in a low voice: "You want to take away the qualification to teach with just a few words, are you thinking too beautifully?"
"You don't plan to cooperate, do you?" The bald boy's face darkened, and he sneered and cast his fierce gaze on the most gorgeous figure among them all. His common language was not fluent, so every word he said was extremely straightforward.
Bai: "Kid, you'd better think carefully about the consequences of doing this."
"That's right, I won't cooperate, what do you want?" The little 'mage' sneered without giving in, and raised the wand in his hand. There was a long distance between the two, and he was extremely confident that he would be able to catch the other party before he rushed forward.
He could finish reciting a spell, not to mention, he was sure that the other party would not really take action on this occasion: "Consequences? Where do you think this is? Your rotten mountainous area? The savages and beasts there may be afraid of your
A few bad knives are no match for me..."
The words suddenly stopped, because two purple streams of light had crossed a distance of more than ten feet, and crashed into his abdomen. The attached force made him bend over, and he let out a howl.
This miserable cry was heard far away in the long corridor, bringing with it layers of hollow echoes, making all the apprentices shrink back involuntarily, as if the blow was hitting themselves.
When the voice gradually weakened, the caster of the spell spoke slowly. The voice was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate everyone's ears clearly: "This is to make you remember a little longer. The holy mountain cannot be desecrated... and stupid
Little guy, you should be glad that this is not Crow Lord, otherwise, someone would have chopped off your head as a sacrifice. What's more, why do you think that our only weapons are knives?"
"interesting……"
Edward narrowed his eyes slightly and noticed the figure standing among the crowd of Crow Lords. Well, to be precise, the other person raised his hand - although the voice was cold and low, with a slight metallic sound.
, but the pulled burqa created two proudly erect curves, revealing a little bit of the secret of the other party's gender.
Well, there are no gender restrictions for mages, and women's delicate way of thinking makes them very suitable to become a member of this group, but Edward's surprise is that - after all, appearing here means that she should not be more than ten years old.
Five years old is the right age. But fifteen years old is already so fruitful... no, is he strong and tall?
For a moment, he couldn't help but be curious about the face under the shadow of the hood. Unfortunately, the burqa on this tall figure was not only loose but also tight, and the face under the hood seemed to have a smooth and delicate look.
The metal mask left outsiders to pay attention to, only the turbulent waves that swayed slightly during their movements...
"You... how dare you, dare to commit murder..."
"Where are the mentors? Cancel their qualifications and expel them. These people are here to cause trouble..."
"..."
The little mages who shared the same hatred gathered in a circle and made a messy noise, but there was no guarantee that there would be a large number of people. Those pitiful scoldings were low and thin, not even as good as a cat meowing.
Nomadic and hunting peoples have always been fierce. The wild beasts wandering in this world are far more than just big cats and dogs. There are countless dangers in the wilderness, almost as much as the battlefield - so even if you are still young,
The barbaric aura that arose from fighting against the wilderness and mountains could not be resisted by the cats and dogs who had only seen fighting beasts a few times in these greenhouses. A few of them were ready to sing.
The guy with runes was just glanced at by that look, and his heart trembled involuntarily, and the tone of his voice naturally changed.
But having strength does not mean it is correct.
Before it was determined whether they could pass the test, they offended most of the people in advance. These people are really proud...or rather stupid, and they deserve to be called barbarians - this is not an arena copy.
, how could the mages use tactics like killing each other to identify apprentices? Since it is a trial, the mages have their own way to monitor the process and threaten to discuss the results. Can they get permission?
The chaotic confrontation made a certain hunter roll his eyes and curse in his heart.
However, the next thing doesn't seem to be easy to handle without them - now the number of people is reduced by at least half, obviously not necessarily that many people have abstained, so that means everyone has probably been divided into two groups. Who can
The purpose of determining the college side is not to see which side has more people left in the end?
"Everyone, does anyone know the content of this exam? In other words, does anyone know the final goal?"
So the next moment, the tense chaos was interrupted by loud questions, drawing their attention to the hunter standing quietly aside. Listening to his unhurried questions and suggestions: "There are a few people over there who are engaging in internal strife.
Beforehand, shouldn't you consider whether what you are doing meets the needs of the situation? Or maybe your abilities are not very good, but these little guys can at least release some spells to deal with possible troubles. They are still of some use, right?
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"Useful? What purpose can such waste be used for? Don't try to play tricks, Plainsman."
The bald barbarian stared at the older guy who made the noise, not hiding his disgust and vigilance at all - these cunning and timid plainsmen are the best at using some despicable means to plot against their comrades and defect in the face of battle.
He has heard too much about the matter from his elders, so he doesn't mind knocking these guys over as soon as possible, and the problem can be solved simply...
In fact, he really hopes to do this - those thin little guys who are as thin as grass roots will fall down with just two fingers without using fists. As for the spells they can use? As long as they find a few unlucky guys as shields, those
The stuff won't do anything.
However, the guy who spoke was different from those brats.
The standing posture with relaxed shoulders and the sharp and slightly flashing eyes all exuded a sense of danger. An aura that made his strong body gradually become tense.
Only those who take things seriously will show off their aura. The young Krolodians were alert because of this, and couldn't help but pay close attention to every minute movement of the other party in case he suddenly made an attack.
But the other party just sighed.
"It's very useful, for example, when there are many enemies." He said softly.
And this sound was like a switch, but as soon as it fell, the entire dark hall seemed to come to life from the dead silence.
A sound came - like a branch being dragged across the ground, then a second, and a third. The sound was small at first, but seemed to come from far and near, and gradually resounded from all directions... Finally, in the darkness,
Several shadows rushed out and rushed towards the crowd who were looking around blankly.
Their movements were not very fast, but the dim lighting and the fixed thinking on the dispute made most of the apprentices just stand frozen in place for a while, wondering if there was something wrong with their eyes - the pale light of Dancing Lights
, reflecting the disgusting appearance of these guys, they have the appearance of humans, but obviously that happened a long time ago, and now the peeling off of time has left them with only yellow rotten bones, and some that have not yet completely rotted.
The muscles hang on the bones, and they make a clicking sound as they move, making people's scalp numb just looking at it.
And this moment of sluggishness was enough for a skeleton to reach out and grab the feet of a certain apprentice and push him to the ground. The wide open mouth, incomplete burnt yellow teeth and the soul flame flashing in the eye sockets,
The poor victim screamed like a poor girl pushed down by a pervert.
Well, in fact, she seemed to be just a little girl... Therefore, the voice was particularly shrill and shrill, and it destroyed the nerves of almost all the little devils in an instant.
"Undead...undead"
"Help"
The undead is an eternal theme in horror stories, and in this world where ghosts really exist, it is even more taboo, so many of the little guys couldn't help but scream along with them.
. Holding his head, he scrambled to retreat.
The scene suddenly became chaotic... Edward couldn't help but sigh again.
"Calm down and attack them with magic, anything."
He grabbed a little guy who was running past him, gave him a slap in the face with his backhand to calm him down, and then ordered.
Fortunately, this little guy seemed to have some skills - the severe pain on his face and the cold drink ringing in his ears finally reminded him of his identity. He tremblingly recited a spell and backhand
A large fan-shaped flame was sprayed towards the group of skeletons, and then a large group of skeletons was wrapped in the flames. They opened their mouths without making any sound, their eyes flashed with red light, and finally turned into ashes in the fire.
So weak... So it's so simple?
The blazing fire was like a signal, a shot in the arm, causing a group of kiddies to immediately stop fearing.
One, two, three, five... more and more guys recalled their identities, so fear and anger, the objects of attack and being attacked quickly reversed.
Burning hands, lightning, acid balls, sound waves... the novice apprentices soon became elated, because these gadgets from the darkness in front of them were not enemies at all, but objects of abuse given to them. So everyone
They were all using their best spells to torture this group of unlucky ghosts who had long passed away. For a moment, the glorious scene in this corridor was beyond description...
In the blink of an eye, the skeleton had been torn apart into withered bones on the ground. Of course, the cheerful little devils were not interested in paying attention to a young mercenary who was shaking his head and sighing next to them.
The trial obviously can't be that simple, and these idiots have obviously not experienced the embarrassment of running out of spell slots... The way a mage solves problems is always wisdom rather than magic. This motto even applies to those without the ability to cast spells.
Edward has heard it countless times...but he has no interest in correcting the mistakes of these little bastards.
Edward's attention has been focused on those guys who, like him, have not shown too much effort. Although such guys are still not strong, they can at least achieve a certain level of performance and may be able to help him solve his current problem.
Trouble with spell learning or psychic information.
But the difficult part of the trial soon became apparent.
An apprentice waved his hand and threw out three magic missiles, blowing a skull to pieces. But just as he was proudly posing in what he thought was a good posture, a rusty long knife made a tooth-piercing sound.
It penetrated his chest and abdomen. His eyes widened in disbelief. He looked at the guy who was missing half of his body and was scattered on the ground. He opened his mouth in horror. It seemed that he was about to scream, but the long knife was already there without hesitation.
Moving downwards, the rusty, jagged blade tore open the cloth and flesh under the force of the force, and the blood and colorful internal organs underneath flowed out with a soft clatter.
This scene immediately plunged the scene into panic again
Although there was a warning, both serious and not serious, they did not expect that this test would be so dangerous - it would cost their lives.
The fear of death is not something that ordinary people can bear. It is impossible for wealthy businessmen and aristocratic children who live a comfortable life to have such a consciousness... So the arrogance and calmness that had just been gathered turned into dust at this moment, and most of the people screamed and retreated.
They fled to a safer place in the hall, and the gradually narrowing corridor even made them push everyone around them, trying to let them delay the attack of those terrible enemies. So the whole team was in chaos in an instant, and retreated towards the other end of the corridor.
Got out.
As for magic? Can you expect a bunch of guys who have almost forgotten their own names to remember something that complicated?
Especially at this moment, another apprentice suffered a disaster. A rusty long knife pierced his chest and abdomen. He gasped, and his body was torn apart by the sharp edge of the long knife.
Blood and colorful internal organs flowed out with a soft gurgling sound.
This tragic scene once again caused a cry of cries among the team. Only Edward, who was slowly retreating, had his pupils flickering slightly...
This scene seems a bit familiar?
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