The Lord of Ashes

"Boom!" The explosion of the fireball technique kicked up a large piece of soil and gravel on the training ground.

After a scream, the low-level apprentice opposite Thain shouted for surrender and exited the battle area in embarrassment.

An arm was burnt and wasted by the power of Thain's secondary fireball. This was the price for the low-level apprentice's failure to challenge Thain.

The Black Magic Academy has never said anything about it. The frequent deaths and injuries among the apprentices also explain clearly that a group of mentally qualified children come to the Black Magic Academy every year, but the total number of apprentices in the academy has never been raised. reason.

In fact, when Thain came on the field, no apprentice came forward to challenge him for a long time.

With his notorious reputation, he seems to be directly targeting one of the top three.

But in this black magic academy, there are some people who are not afraid of death.

The one who challenged Sion just now was one of them.

Being inferior to Thane in strength, he ended up losing an arm, which made Thain's reputation even more fierce.

What shocked many low-level apprentices who were watching the battle was that Thain never took out his trump card short staff. His skill in using fireball alone made him stand out at the same level. among the best.

For two months, Thain continued to study and study the two magic notebooks given to him by his mentor Moses, and he naturally gained something.

With faster magic release speed, smaller magic power consumption, and Thane's own fighting talent and keen reflexes, defeating his opponent is just a matter of course.

And this is a one-on-one fight, not a group fight.

As a magician, sometimes you can release magic faster than the opponent, which actually determines the result.

Thain must thank his mentor Moses for his magic notes, and also his senior sister Fei'er for her private guidance.

Without them, he would never have made such significant progress in two months.

At this time, if Thain were to venture into the territory of the saltwater giant crocodile, although there would still be great dangers, Thain would definitely be much more calm than two months ago.

The short staff was tightly held in his right hand under the black robe. While using the acid staff to restore his mental strength and magic power, Thain was examining the next possible opponent.

According to convention, a low-level apprentice will generally receive academy rewards if he wins three games in a row.

Because not all low-level apprentices would risk their lives for the academy reward, Thain's sixth place result last year was his overall ranking after two wins and one loss.

In addition to Thain, battles between other apprentices on the training ground have also begun.

The area where low-level apprentices are located should be the least "visible" battlefield, because generally these apprentices only know one magic, and those who know two are considered a rare species.

What really attracted the attention of hundreds of apprentices in the training ground was the battlefield where the intermediate apprentices and advanced apprentices were.

The colorful magic light allows these little guys who have just arrived in the Dark Area to feel the heavy survival pressure and crisis-ridden situation here, and at the same time, they can't help but have longing for the future and power.

Power is the source of motivation for most apprentices to learn magic.

As for the "search for the truth" and "the true meaning of magic" mentioned by Teacher Moshe, very few people truly understand it.

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When the battle on the training ground was in full swing, the three black magicians in the stands ignored the casualties that had appeared on the training ground and chatted among themselves.

In fact, the main thing was that the two black magicians chatted together, while the other man with blue hair and a cold temperament rarely spoke.

"Master Andis, I heard that the deputy dean and the others discovered a space-time rift in Shadow Valley. Is this true?" One of the two black magicians who spoke finally couldn't help but ask. The blue-haired man who didn't say much from beginning to end.

There is also a hierarchy among official black magicians. After all, this is an underground world where strength is important.

The blue-haired man Andis is among the strongest black magicians in Mensobra City. According to rumors from some black magicians, his strength is second only to the three deputy deans.

The three vice-deans are all powerful second-level magicians and above. Andis's life level should not have reached the second level, but since he has this reputation, it means that the other party's strength has reached its peak and should be at the peak level of the first-level.

Facing the inquiries of the two black magicians beside him, Andis glanced at them with his cold eyes without emotion, and then slowly said: "It's true, Vice-President Martin and Ms. Joanne are here right now. there."

"It's just that the scale of that space-time rift is very small, and I don't know which other world it is connected to. It's not yet determined whether it has development value."

Andis seems to know a lot of inside information.

These were things the two black magicians had not known before.

After hearing this, one of the black magicians said with obvious excitement on his face: "I hope it is a demiplane worthy of development. Our city of Mensobra is too barren."

"If the vice-chancellor hadn't severely restricted our movements in recent years, I would have gone to the surface to plunder."

"The magic organizations and noble knights on the surface are extremely rich, and they can just find anyone who is alone..."

The black magician said excitedly, maybe because he had been hiding underground for too long, some "black words" that only belong to the black magician group appeared one after another.

The black magician next to him also kept nodding, but he was still a little more rational than this one.

In addition to agreeing with what the other party said, he couldn't help but add: "We still have to be careful when taking action on the surface."

"That's it for ordinary magician organizations and noble knights. If we provoke the Holy Tower or the Knights Hall..." The tone of this black magician was full of fear of the latter two.

Of course, in addition to fear, there is also an inexplicable emotion brewing.

Especially for the two words "Holy Tower".

Master Andis is not as boring as these two black magicians.

He didn't like groundless conjectures, but he was also very interested in Master Andis, the space-time rift, otherwise he wouldn't have collected so much information.

"Do you think there is a plane with complete rules behind that crack in time and space?" The more rational black magician from before suddenly asked.

But his words show that he is not actually that "sane".

A plane with complete rules is a world that has given birth to countless living beings and a sound legal mechanism.

Such a world, even the weakest micro-plane, is not something that the mere city of Menzobra can care about.

Only the holy towers and knight halls in the wizarding world have the ability to attack an entire world.

There may be hundreds of thousands or even millions of slave biological legions involved in the war.

How many official black magicians are there in Menzobra?

There were only about twenty of them, maybe less than thirty.

With this little strength, trying to get a glimpse of a plane with complete rules is no less than a dream.