Chapter Thirty-Six Chief Apprentice, Edward Vincent
Chapter 36 Chief Apprentice, Edward Vincent
June has arrived.
I need to cheer up, so I will update at least 150,000 words this month. In addition, the time for updating every day...make sure it is before 2 p.m.
Well, I don't know if this plan will be broken, but no matter what, I have to put pressure on myself, otherwise it will be too lax.
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Very familiar.
In fact, just a moment ago, he had already seen it once...more than once.
The apprentices were retreating one after another - rolling, crawling, and crying - the real fear of death had taken over their spirits, gnawing at their souls, causing them to be driven by instinct to flee towards all possible opportunities for life.
; Extreme fear even makes some of the smallest guys fall into sad and instinctive self-protection - they freeze, scream, stop in place, and call the names of their parents or gods.
But what ushered in in the end was not salvation, but futile struggle and literal death - the undead never know what it means to be soft-hearted.
Then Edward's eyes turned slightly, and the doubts in his heart were clear.
In the dark corner on the right, a rusty long knife that cut open a man, and the dripping internal organs beneath it, formed another repetitive drama, played out in front of him.
But this is not the only case.
Fortunately, the chaos also made the lighting of Dancing Lights even more messy. These little devils couldn't see the scene in the darkness, otherwise they would definitely collapse - on the wall in the darkness, several doors had appeared at some point.
Pieces of grayish-yellow and pale heads poured out from it, the number at least exceeding a hundred.
But these soldiers are actually just a little trouble. Behind them, four huge shadows are standing up staggeringly. The cold and pale color on their bodies tells everyone that they are still undead, but they are no longer the undead.
Skeletons are so simple.
Well, in fact, they are still skeletons. Their bodies are just standing up slowly. Their height alone is more than nine feet, almost reaching the ceiling. The cold blue fire is burning in the empty eye sockets, and the pale bone hands are
Holding the dark giant sword, although the blades are already covered with chips and rust, the length and weight actually make them enough to become a sure-kill weapon.
Hunter? Mage Apprentice? Psion Edward couldn't help but frown at this moment - the large skeletons are not just an extra modification in the name, the evolution of undead creatures is said to be closely related to negative energy, so these guys are both basic quality and tough.
Their level is far beyond that of ordinary undead. Not only do they hold weapons, but they are also tall and have long arms, which is enough to make up for their slow movements.
For these apprentices who had no combat experience, this encounter was simply the beginning of a massacre.
But this test shouldn't let these unlucky children experience death. Although the mages have weird ideas, they are not so evil - no one knows what trouble they will put in front of them next, so they still have to keep it.
The next few cannon fodder...
"There is a door ahead...run this way"
Edward, who was thinking in his mind, shook his head, shouted at the wailing brats, and at the same time stepped aside to get rid of the rusty blades of the two skeletons coming from the side; these fragile undead were not even a trouble to him - under his feet
With one sweep, the staggering undead fell down, and then crushed the fragile head with two feet. Edward had reached the weakest side of the siege.
Of course, it's not very safe here.
A large skeleton stretched its body and without hesitation slashed down the enemy who dared to come in front of him. The giant sword smashed on the ground with a loud bang and countless chaotic gravels, which was breathtaking.
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But the undead's simple thinking does not understand that its opponents are not those fragile apprentices, so this move with too many flaws is simply exploding its shortcomings - just before the giant sword is pulled out from the broken ground, that
The figure had already stepped onto the spine of the sword, jumped into the air, and had a long sword in his hand at some point.
This mediocre weapon casually waved and scratched the skull's cervical spine, and the gray calcium snapped under the sharp blade. Then, while it was still rolling in the air, the long sword had already circled and stabbed sharply.
Penetrating the eye sockets of the skeleton, the blue jumping flame soul fire is a common shortcoming of low-level undead. As the blue color was annihilated under the stirring of the sword tip, the huge skeleton also dispersed.
make a pile of rags
"Good skills"
The Krolods were undoubtedly the calmest group in the chaos, and death was not that strong a shock to them. Therefore, the young man's voice immediately attracted their attention, and when the seven people scattered a few undead,
Rushing towards the direction of the sound, what you saw were the giant skeletons scattered one after another.
The one who expressed admiration was the tall woman among the Krulod people. Her eyes under the mask stopped for a moment on the plainsman, and then extended to the long sword in his hand - the one just now.
The sword is so fast and accurate that it would be difficult for ordinary warriors to use it. And the sword can cut through solid bones as thick as a human waist with one blow, and its texture is definitely excellent.
What's more, it was taken out of his arms - could this seemingly inconspicuous apprentice actually own such a high-end item as a space bag? Then his identity is definitely not as simple as it seems - a wealthy businessman
, or at least nobles with large territories... Only their human and financial resources can cultivate such talents, but there seems to be no need for such a warrior to come here? Could it be that he is pursuing the legendary magic and martial arts?
Double cultivation?
But isn’t that the rumored path chosen by the arrogant, stupid, and useless person?
Although there is no rule that a mage cannot be proficient in swordsmanship, if you want to improve your swordsmanship to the extreme, you also need almost endless exercise and practice. What's more, the knowledge of magic is as vast as the sea, with no end in sight? Greedy pursuit is also a kind of stupidity.
After all, human life is limited. Even a peerless genius who blindly pursues omniscience will ultimately achieve nothing and grow old in regrets.
After stepping over the messy bones, Edward turned his head and looked around, frowning.
Now he has no time to care about other people's opinions about him or speculation about his identity. The magicians' plans are the most important issue to consider now.
The surrounding darkness, the gushing blood and the continuous screams were difficult to notice, but they could not be hidden from Edward's eyes. The successive deaths of these apprentices were too monotonous; those who were disemboweled, beheaded, and
Those who were picked to kill by a few long knives, and those who were simply beheaded - almost every five or six were rotated. Although the situation of beheading could be considered realistic, when the number of people was reduced to more than half, he was already confident enough.
What appears is probably some kind of illusion.
In fact, this is to be expected. It seems like there won't be anything too difficult in a trial provided to a group of people who don't even have the qualifications to be a mage.
But what exactly are they being tested on?
Spell-casting methods, spell-casting intensity, spell levels mastered... all the proud capital of these timid little guys are obviously not what the mages want to see - these can all be cultivated, as long as they are not born idiots and have good training.
If so, it will take several years to train.
But if you just want to watch a purely Spartan pursuit and escape? Why bother with this?
The long corridor soon came to the end. Fortunately, the two doors seemed to be made of steel, had door latches that could be dropped, and were strong enough; so when the last few crying brats finally rushed into the room.
The closed door finally blocked those terrifying skeletons. Although the sound of those weapons beating still frightened the remaining dozen or so little ghosts, at least the situation no longer seemed so critical.
Behind the door is a very dark hall, but the magical light shines from the ceiling, barely allowing people to see the environment clearly.
This place is not spacious, it seems to be a compartment in the corridor just now, but fortunately there are no scary monsters. It is empty, with only a black stone platform protruding in the center - if you look carefully, you will find that it looks very similar
It is a huge winch used in ships to hoist sails, and there are wooden pole handles on each side.
Along the walls, there are still dozens of pillars supporting the ceiling. The bottoms of the pillars were originally carved into exquisite mermaids, no, they were thick and ferocious statues of fish-men - the long ages have corroded them, and the stone
Most of the fish have been broken into pieces, some have no limbs, and the gray rock formations on the body are covered with pits. Only the head is barely intact, and the teeth are unevenly sticking out of the large fish mouth.
, his bulging eyes stared blankly at the ceiling dozens of feet higher.
A tightly closed door is at the other end of the line of sight.
Edward's eyes turned in a circle and fell on the bellies of those stone carvings - the pits on them formed strange corrosion marks, which made him instinctively feel some danger...
But at this moment, several Krolodians had already begun to have unpleasant exchanges.
"The door is sealed, there should be a mechanism."
"That's it, let's take a look..."
"Don't touch that damn thing," Edward couldn't help but yell.
But it's obviously too late.
The seemingly thick winch was actually light and unforced. It was rotated forward with just a slight push. There was a heart-breaking creaking sound twice, and then there was a loud "bang" sound, as if the entire hall was shaking.
A wall suddenly fell down in front of the iron gate that everyone came from, and it hit the ground heavily with smoke and dust, completely blocking the way ahead.
But this is not a sign of escape.
A splashing sound came from the top of the head, moist water vapor filled the field of vision, and the mouths of the fish-men statues spurted water as thick as an arm.
Everyone's expressions changed... The water flow didn't seem to be fast, but more than twenty statues spewed out together, causing the ground to be covered with water in an instant, and then gradually rippled, and soon reached the height of the soles of shoes.
When the apprentices looked around, they discovered that there was not even a single mouse hole in this dilapidated room, let alone a window.
"Hell"
"Lock him up quickly you idiot"
The consequences of the gradual water seepage were obviously very obvious, so a chaotic shouting sounded... but it became the source of a worse situation.
The winch didn't seem to be able to move in the opposite direction, and even the hurried push of more than a dozen people couldn't make it move at all. However, just in the midst of the random instigation of many people, it actually turned forward for a small half circle.
Then there was a loud bang, the fishmen's mouths all opened wide, and an even more violent torrent came out. The water flow became as thick as a human leg and flew in the air, spinning and spreading, surging everywhere like a heavy rain, and the terrifying water pressure hit the human body.
It was almost unsteady to stand up. In the blink of an eye, the water level in the space rose by nearly a foot.
The water is very clear, with almost no impurities, but it does not change some facts - the water surface will soon be below the knees. If this continues, this closed space will soon become a water burial place for everyone.
"Assholes, you idiots, look at the good things you do."
"Who can breathe water and endure the environment? These two spells can be done with scrolls... hurry up"
"Don't worry, as long as the water rises to a suitable position, we can get out from above..."
In the chaos, a few smart guys screamed and proposed some solutions, but their cleverness quickly drove them away without a trace. "Snake"
Black shadows several feet long rolled up from the gushing water column and stirred under the water... Edward was shocked. With the weak light source around him, he noticed the circle on the bodies of those small things that were no more than two fingers thick.
The ring metal and black ring pattern shine brilliantly, indicating the deepest toxic characteristics.
"Don't run around. The faster you run, the easier it is to get bitten," he shouted. Unfortunately, not many people still followed his advice - the surrounding stone carvings that had been corroded and collapsed became everyone's refuge, and the apprentices scrambled to climb up.
climb,
"What a bastard of aim"
The hunter couldn't help but curse. There were quite a lot of snakes mixed in the water. When the snakes escaped, their legs and feet were rolled up, and they immediately jumped around in panic. The flying water made it almost impossible to see. A few unlucky guys bumped into Dacai and were bitten.
The guy only had time to scream a few times before he fell into the water and twitched endlessly.
But what's even more annoying is that Edward's own ankle suddenly hurts and goes numb.
Although the hunter pushed aside the poison biting him with a sword, then tore off a piece of his robe and tied his calf tightly, then cut open the wound and squeezed out the blood, the venom of this sea snake was unimaginably powerful.
, after the burning pain, numbness spreads upward
"Anyway, calm down first."
Telling himself this in his heart, the psychic took a gentle breath and closed his eyes slightly. He let his mind calm down and entered a state of self-hypnosis - although this would not be of any benefit in preventing the spread of venom, it would
But it allowed him to ignore the numbness and barely gather all the strength in his body...
In this series of chaos, only Edward and the few Crowrod people beside him were able to remain calm.
"Use the levitation technique to get up there. There should be a way out there," the masked woman suddenly said.
So everyone raised their heads and noticed that there was a narrow stone balcony inlaid on top of the fish-man statues. Although it was covered by the gushing water mist, it should be a feasible way out - so the three Crews
Without hesitation, Lord's disciples reached out and pulled out a scroll from their arms and opened it. After a brief recitation, each of them slowly floated into the air with a companion.
The speaker herself also had one, but as she was rising, she suddenly stretched out her hand towards Edward. "Follow me," she whispered.
Edward was slightly startled.
If it is a scroll drawn by a capable caster, then it is not a problem to use the power of levitation to bring two people. The problem is that this method of use is actually not very safe, especially in this splashing environment.
middle.
And why would she bring herself with her when she was a complete stranger?
He raised his head and stared at the bronze mask, and saw a pair of eyes as blue as lake water in the empty eye sockets... The other party's voice, although filled with the pride of giving orders, was as clear as her eyes - without any impurities.
It doesn't look like a lie.
But he still shook his head.
"No need."
The eyes with astonishment gradually raised their eyes, and Edward frowned slightly... slowly walked across the rising water, and reached out to touch the smooth wooden handle of the winch.
Turning his gaze to the stone bricks that were mottled due to friction under the winch, his expression became a little more relaxed.
Those testers placed such a thing here. Obviously it should not be a simple trap... If it is a fatal water trap, then just turn it once and open it directly. Add the subsequent increase in flow rate and increase the poisonous snake's power.
Something like that... is not necessary at all... unless the guy hosting the test is a complete lunatic, but obviously the Magic Academy cannot get a lunatic to arrange the test - it is not to test the degree of chaos of these people before they die.
As for the method of flying to the top using the levitating technique, it is too simple. You can do it with a scroll. You can even climb up to the second floor from the side of those statues as long as your legs and feet are better. Just follow your intuition. It is a basic test.
If it doesn't reach any level - then it is very likely that the result of this mechanism will still be on the winch in front of you.
He pushed the winch hard.
There was a soft clicking sound, just like before, but at the winch area, gurgling black smoke billowed out from all sides, spreading out dozens of feet in almost the blink of an eye.
Dark spell? Did he guess something wrong? The psychic was startled, but at this moment, he felt a sudden pain on his ankle. It was obviously bitten by a sea snake again.
Self-hypnosis only strengthens the control over oneself, but cannot detoxify. If the poison attacks the mind, Edward may still die - even if it is an illusion, he may lose his apprenticeship qualifications.
But this change seemed to confirm some of his guesses... So with a curse, he mustered up the last strength to continue with his choice...
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The darkness dissipated in an instant. There was no longer the huge door, no mist, darkness and stone corridors full of undead monsters. Naturally, there were no slowly rising water and poisonous snakes. Everyone looked at each other and found themselves
Standing in a huge hall, the sun shines down from above, reflecting the mirror-like smooth stone slabs on the ground, as well as the exquisite and mysterious textures etched on them.
Of course, there were no deaths. There were not many students, and there were even a lot more. More than a hundred people lined up in a neat line, looking around blankly.
After the initial surprise, many people have already guessed some truth... They were just in a huge illusion.
However, they were barely left with the slightest time to relax. The voice amplified by the phantom sound technique rang out: "Those who have obtained the badge, you have passed the test and been approved to become the first-level apprentice of the academy. Edward Vincent,
Your performance is the most outstanding and you have been approved to become the chief apprentice of the forty-third period... The first trial is over."
Then, the noise started.
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