Sneeze loudly, and then curse twice, seems to be the best solution - some are stored in old memories. According to another dimension, sneezing is a natural reaction after someone's name is spoken behind your back.
As a result, therefore, some small ways are needed to eliminate disasters.
But now, Edward could only rub his nose to make his breathing easier, struggling to suppress the habit he had developed over the years - but even this action could only be done quietly and calmly.
Because he was standing in front of Master Hawking.
Perhaps we should be grateful that he is not the only one standing here. Under the swaying of more than a dozen robes of various colors, the chief apprentice in a simple brown robe looks like a plain background... Or we should lament that he is not the only one standing here.
He was alone, because everyone was respectfully reporting various things. He had stood here for nearly half an hourglass, and his stiff posture made his knees a little sore.
So Edward could only try his best to distract himself and keep looking around.
Unfortunately, there are not many things that can be used to distract attention.
None of those gorgeous voices can be interpreted in common language. The men and women in his eyes are all wrapped in gorgeous or weird robes. There are no badges on the robes that can show their identity, and there is not even a shadow on any face.
Like ghosts, slowly and successively drifting past the eyes
The room we are in is so simple and small. The surrounding stone walls can only be described as clean. Under the power of some magic, they exude a gray luster. There is no decoration at all, or it should be described as empty.
There is nothing - except for the huge dark black desk in the center.
Dr. Hawking, right behind that desk.
But Edward's sight only passed over that location when he entered the room, and then he could no longer try to touch more.
Of course, just a quick glance and the memory is profound enough.
The first time you see this magician, your first impression will probably be one of surprise, surprise that a spell caster can be so tall and burly.
The body wrapped in a toga, even if he is just sitting, looks taller than Edward. The apprentice estimates that his height is probably more than eight feet... converted into a familiar unit,
It's almost two hundred thirty to forty centimeters or more.
The moment his eyes came into contact with it, an unknown smell seemed to spread around the tip of his nose※...bitter, gloomy, and cold, even though Edward's thinking had become more agile due to self-hypnosis, it still couldn't help but appear in his mind.
Come up with some weird associations.
Like...the smell of poison, the smell of corpses, the smell of death...
In fact, this is not surprising. After all, the name of this old mage is still well-known even in the remote and remote land of Xifengyi... There are so many legends about this chief magician of the Conjuration Department that it is probably the entire map.
The most well-known...horror story of the Minis Empire.
For example, the mage who kills the most people.
That was the largest and most successful attack on Tuminis in the history of the imperial dynasty. At that time, although the empire was already aging, it still had a trace of vitality. When the young emperor, the current emperor of the empire,
Grandfather, shortly after Emperor Bonaparte ascended the throne, this trace of vitality was catalyzed into a prairie fire.
The Thirty Thousand Guards Knights of Jinjinhua - assisted by 70,000 elite soldiers of lords at all levels, attacked the city and set a record of advancing three hundred miles in three days. The seven-pronged army marched hand in hand, giving full play to
The speed advantage of the cavalry sent lightning through the entire Tuminis...
The war was coming to an end a month after it began, with Romandy looking in the distance.
That year, the Kingdom of Tuminis still had six provinces and nearly half of the country, but it had no available soldiers. Even children aged 12 or 13 had been drawn into the army, and they could only hold it tightly if they picked up their hands.
With a long sword and an old chainmail robe stained with his father's blood, the young Stratos III personally went to the city to boost morale. But it was difficult to save the declining momentum and the chaotic people's hearts.
Looking at the dust and smoke from a distance, His Majesty the King, who had just been pushed to the throne ten days ago because his father died in the war, lamented to the courtiers who advised him to move the capital to avoid disaster: "Although Tuminis is big, there is no way to retreat. Behind my back
, it’s Romantic City…”
Under the city, the arrogant knights of the empire were letting out roaring laughter, "No matter if those magicians can summon a group of evil dragons, the demons in the abyss or the terrifying beasts in the ancient wilderness, they will ultimately be unable to conquer them."
Withstand the sword in our hands, the blood in our hearts and our loyalty, let those terrible lightning and fire come, come more violently..."
However, when the mages actually started a ritual, causing overwhelming swarms of black shadows to fly in... the proud knights discovered that mortal minds still could not comprehend the wisdom of approaching the gods.
A sight that they had never seen before. A sight that no one had ever imagined, a sight that no creature could possibly realize.
That was perhaps the first time people on the mainland realized that the biggest terror in the world was not necessarily caused by huge creatures - almost all the soldiers who survived were suffering from mental illness, and they had unreasonable fear of insects.
...Because at that moment, the endless insects were like shadows emerging from the nine-layer area, impacting every target all-pervasively... All the living creatures in the center were not spared. When the insect swarms passed by, the knights and knights who fled in panic were
Their mounts turned directly into skeletons wrapped in armor as they ran...
The empire was divided into seven roads and the endless supply of logistics collapsed immediately... When the swarms of insects were raging behind like dark clouds, the grass, trees and even houses were all eaten up by countless mouthparts in an instant, leaving behind
There was only thousands of miles of wasteland, not to mention any food and grass provided to the Knights. But what was even more terrifying was the disease that these insects subsequently brought.
The plague created by magic is far from comparable to ordinary diseases... It was a horrific catastrophe...
On the third day after the magic was launched, the Insects' offensive was coming to an end. The empire's army had been lost by nearly half, but just as they were preparing to rest and retreat... rot and decay followed.
The land was scorched and eroded, and the plants withered into mud. Animals and people began to liquefy, wither, and even dissolve from within their bodies... Touching the center of the disease, even the strongest knights would instantly swell with purple blisters.
In just a few hours, it will develop all over the body. After the rupture, pus and blood will surge... The black serous fluid flowing out of the gums, eyes, nose and other soft tissues makes them look like they are soaked in melted liquid.
In the mud.
Within dozens of miles of the entire imperial confluence, there is a suffocating stench, and flies and maggots are spreading everywhere in winter. It is said that that area has been without any human traces for thirty years after the war.
of wasteland.
The original name there is no longer known, and people now have only one name for it.
Black Death Wasteland.
This terrifying magic has exceeded human imagination, and it is naturally the most likely to arouse human beings' greatest fear...the unknown is the source of that fear.
In the end, collapse inevitably spread among the 100,000-strong army, and Jin Jinhua's young and proud prince could only decide to evacuate across the board. The young marshal did not lose his courage at this time - he ordered all the knights to abandon
Troubled and plagued comrades, killed the weak horses without fodder, threw away the heavy knight armor, baggage and everything else, and retreated into the kingdom with all his strength.
But in fact, it's too late.
More than 50,000 soldiers were buried in a foreign land. Only one-third of the most elite knights of the Jinjinhua Dynasty were able to return to their homeland. Later, the remnants of the magical plague still caused a terrible famine in that huge kingdom.
, the empire stalled in the western border, and the Kingdom of Tuminis eliminated the abnormal crisis without spending a single soldier, which also contributed to the decline of the Jinjinhua Dynasty for the next thirty years.
And the source of that terrifying legend is right behind that desk.
Therefore, even if they try their best to suppress it, young people will still think a lot.
No matter which world it is in, death is always juxtaposed with life. It is one of the most mysterious phenomena that makes human beings always deliberately maintain respect for it, and those who dare to walk with it, or even mock death on their own, are
Will be rejected and alienated - that is an extension of human fear.
Therefore, among the eight recognized schools of magic, only the School of the Undead will not be publicly promoted, although the School of Death has never lacked believers on the mainland. The mages will not leave this position blank because of empty moral remarks...
...And in the Academy of Magic, the research on the School of the Undead is also undertaken by this Master.
Thinking of this, Edward couldn't help but have more speculations in his mind. Maybe the person in front of him is a real lich...
Why was it silent for so long this time?
Time passed... The former Hunter, Psion, and Chief Apprentice suddenly shuddered... When he reacted, he noticed that the surroundings were much deserted.
Well, okay, the word "empty" is not accurate anymore. In fact, there is no one in the whole room except him and behind the table... And what's worse is that even with his head down, he can feel
A certain gaze is roaming over the body.
Taking a deep breath, he gently raised his head and looked directly into the man's eyes.
This is difficult.
Because the purple master robe held up by the broad shoulders was divided into countless planes by the shadows, and there were 2 countless fine runes shining brightly. On the six ribbons hanging from the shoulders, the golden runes were faintly
It was twisting and turning as if it were a living thing. Terrible energy spurted out from above.
Several red, black, blue and white crystals were suspended around the top of his head, slowly rotating, illuminating his face. The muscles on the rough-skeletal face were dry and thin, reminding Edward of the word lich for the first time.
I can't help but flinch with my eyes
However, in those empty eye sockets, there are still a pair of eyes with a little life. The blue-gray pupils are clear and clear, and seem to be shining slightly. No, in fact, life is not suitable to describe those eyes, that is
A piece of surging ice, the frozen cold air... It seems that there is no human emotion in it, but only a sharp and cold meaning that seems to be able to penetrate the soul...
Fortunately, this terrifying gaze only stayed on the young man for a moment, and then turned back to the sheepskin in his hand... After a long time, he pulled his dry lips and issued a gloomy tone.
"Are you Edward?"
"Yes, Master." Edward lowered his eyes, stood quietly, used hypnosis to calm his breathing, maintained the most respectful attitude, and just waited.
In the face of such a being, it is best to put away all the things called cleverness and wisdom, because those things are not worth anything in the eyes of the person in front of him - even those things that the young man is proud of, those from other worlds.
face knowledge.
What does less than forty years of life experience add up to? This master is said to have lived for at least one hundred and seventy years... What does the knowledge system of a planet count? A true magician has traveled for two decades.
Thirty planes are not a big deal. As for technology... there is no difference between advanced and backward with magic - a gun cannot deal with a caster who can cast a shield, and an atomic bomb may be indestructible... But then
Is it something that ordinary people can use?
With his head slightly lowered, he cautiously cast his gaze at the tall black figure, but this method did not seem to be able to reduce the pressure from the other party...
"You performed pretty well in the test. I heard that you are Asali's apprentice?"
The conversation finally started after nearly an hourglass. The doctor's robe on the other party followed his movements, and the shadows between the folds of the clothes changed and flowed, as if there were countless ghosts and monsters hiding behind them.
"Two ten days ago, I had, um, an adventure with her."
This was actually the first time Edward heard this name, although he immediately guessed that it belonged to the female mage - he hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed the explanation down his throat, after all, it would be very long-winded and not so beneficial to him.
"Your teacher is still performing the tasks assigned by the college, and I'm afraid he won't be able to provide guidance to you in a short period of time." Without raising his head, as if everything was talking to himself: "But I happen to have a simple teacher here.
The job requires an apprentice, do you want to try it?"
"It's a great honor." Edward's expression did not change.
"Boring, two boring guys, you boy, facial paralysis is not a must for a mage, why do you want to imitate him?"
The pain in his leg made Edward almost fall to his knees, but when he turned around, he found that the prankster was actually an acquaintance - a dwarf mage dragging a long robe was already standing there without knowing it, holding a withered root in his hand.
The branch-like cane poked and poked: ""
This is not the first time he has seen this old guy, but after all, this is not the pasture under the mage tower. If you want to get in and out of here... If you want to go in and out so carelessly, you must at least have the title of a high-level mage with you, not to mention that
Although His Majesty the Master's attitude towards him was casual, it was by no means the kind of charity one would expect from a superior to a subordinate.
In other words, this old guy is very likely, or in other words, a magician.
It's a pity that a hunter who aspires to become a mage is from a local background, and all knowledge related to magic is biased towards technology, and there are no books like "A History of the School" in this academy... Well, even if there is Edward
I haven't had the time or energy to get in touch recently.
"How on earth did you see through it?" the dwarf asked.
"See through what?" Edward was stunned and asked subconsciously.
"Illusion, my illusion." The old dwarf shook his head, with some dissatisfaction in his tone, but he still explained in detail: "The illusion used to test your ability is from my handwriting. Although I did not put any special effort into it, but
At least it should be very real, but I found you, you are the only one who has doubts about the whole scene from beginning to end. Don't deny it, your stable attitude is enough, otherwise you wouldn't be so calm, right?"
Damn it, nonsense, I have never hit the head in the front row when watching a 3D movie, how many of you guys here can do that?
"There are not enough ways to die, Master." After thinking about it for a while, Edward gave a half-finished answer: "Master, you should go to the battlefield or sit on the sidelines in the adventure party for a while. It is not wise to go out behind closed doors."
This seems to be very good for a young man who wants to further his studies in the field of magic, but seeing so many strong men in various fields appearing tonight, Augustine, who is born with a sense of neurotic crisis, feels solemn and uneasy. He is a
A person who is used to mastering every detail around him, that is to say, everything he has now is the result of working hard without any slack. If he still loses to others, his frustration will undoubtedly be even greater.
Edward couldn't help but sigh again. His mentor had already told him before that the ability to sense magic nets was a mage's greatest talent, and it almost destined their achievements. Although he had already heard that his talent was terrible,
But he didn't expect it to be so bad. Unless he stayed in the magic academy for the rest of his life and became a little-known and poor mage, it would be difficult for him to not be imprisoned in this world that advocates class and power. Even if he became an official
What about mages? Even if such a being doesn't leave the academy, he can catch a handful of them. Even on the first day of school, the future achievements of those arrogant little brats can be foreseen, compared with his pretentious mind.
The guy who has a lot of knowledge about other worlds is a step above him.
"Thinking is the key. As long as people want to do something, they can often do it. People's ideas or ambitions are the most beautiful things in the world. If you persist, it is the right choice."
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