Every magician is a knowledgeable scholar. But not every scholar can be a good mentor.

And it's clear that Mr. Root is the kind of person who is suitable to be a mentor. The complex relationship between the influences of the elements and the psychic forces was concisely summarized by him in a few words, and with his subtle elemental control and many demonstrative magic, those esoteric theories were transformed into simple theories that were easy for new students to understand.

Delkora didn't want to listen carefully, but he was quickly drawn to the content of Mr. Rutte's lecture. He found that in terms of the theory of magic sequences, the magicians of the Casbah and the mages of Landmund were not completely consistent - the magicians of the Casbah followed the most orthodox theory of magic of mankind and reached the pinnacle in this regard, while Landmund because of his own particularity, instead absorbed more advanced achievements of elven magic and orc ancestor witchcraft, and made many useful additions to the classical magic theory. This kind of tactile knowledge was an eye-opener for Del Kora.

He really began to understand what Ms. Rose meant when she said that the university was teaching students "a new way of thinking."

The first lesson of Introduction to Magical Sequences opened the door to a new world of magic for these young magicians, but the first lesson was still only two hours, and this new world was still only a glimpse of the new world for them. When the bell rang for the end of class and Mr. Root put away his textbooks and left the classroom, the students spontaneously stood up and gave him a warm and lasting applause.

He deserves it.

The first class starts at two o'clock and ends at four o'clock in the afternoon. At the end of this class, the new students need to rush to the magic training hall immediately, and the next class is the elemental magic practice. The magic training hall is also in this large interconnected building, according to the instructions that can be seen everywhere on the floor, more than two hundred new students walked up layer by layer, until they came to the top five floors, and after going up the stairs on the fifth floor, what appeared in front of them was a hall that could not be seen at a glance-

It's really impossible to see the edge. With just a cursory glance, Del Cora had roughly calculated the size of the hall in his mind: this hall was not inferior to the school's arena!

"Space expansion circle? Or is it simply connected to an independent space......

Delkora muttered and looked around, but this hall was obviously from the hands of extremely clever magic masters, and the spatial circle was arranged firmly and hidden, and it was impossible for Delkora to see through the half-hung magician cultivators of the bronze level. And there are a lot of people who think like Del Cora around.

Training props were placed all over the hall, and there were quite a few senior students training and studying in the distance. Although these students are not necessarily higher in rank than them, their magic manipulation techniques and stability are not much higher than theirs, and the freshmen are in a daze as they look at their skillful casting methods: they are obviously the same magic, the same level, they obviously have to draw a large magic array to release it completely, but the senior students only need to recite a few simple spells and draw a few simple runes to exert a power that is not inferior to them-

Is this the greatness of learning?

However, a group of freshmen kept blocking the staircase, which made the seniors waiting for class unhappy.

"Freshmen in front, get out of the way!"

An orc shaman with a bone staff stretched out his hand to push away several magicians who were blocking the way in front of him, and the freshmen were stunned for a moment, and they retreated to both sides to make way for the staircase exit, allowing the large army of old students who were blocking behind to come out. But when they left, a few old students deliberately stayed at the back of the group, looking at them with serious faces.

"You're a freshman at the Academy of Magic, aren't you?"

The freshmen nodded their heads.

"Hmm...... Do you know the rules of the training hall?"

“？”

The freshmen were stunned for a moment, but the orc shaman had already raised his staff, and several of the mages around him had done the same.

"Fire, wind, burst!"

"Ice Rain!"

"Vines rejuvenate!"

"Gravel!"

In the shocked gaze of the freshmen, the four range magics had been instantaneously launched by the senior students, pounced on them who were unsuspecting.

Most of the freshmen were stunned. They couldn't figure out why a few senior brothers would attack them without warning, and they were smashed to pieces, so they could only flee with their heads in their hands. But a few experienced or quick-eyed freshmen instantly activated the magic items they were carrying, opened their shields, large or small, to block the first wave of attacks, and then took out their staff and began to fight back in a panic - no matter what, it's always right to be attacked and fight back, right?

But while they were still frantically drawing the magic array, a raging stream of fire suddenly poured out of the crowd and rushed towards several senior magicians.

Del Cora was a little confused.

He's been a little nervous by the damn demon these days, and when a few senior students made a direct attack without expectation, his first reaction was that a demon was coming to sneak attack, so he directly activated the most powerful Blazing Torrent Ring at hand (he was fully armed when he went to the lust breakup, and after knowing about the sneak attack on Arthas, he didn't dare to let go of these defenses), and released the only high-level magic Blazing Torrent that he could barely use now......

In fact, this thing doesn't have the power of high-level magic. The power of the Blazing Torrent lies in its continuous fire damage, and with Delkora's current mental power, it can only be cast for five or six seconds. But even so, everyone was stunned when the torrent of blazing flames poured out of his hands, devouring the few poor low-level elemental magic in mid-air and surging towards those senior students.

Including Del Cora.

He immediately understood what stupid thing he had done, and quickly broke off the spiritual power connection of the magic, ignoring the scorching fire elemental around him and rushing over like crazy - he clearly knew the power of the blazing torrent, and without the protection of the shield, these senior students would probably not even have their ashes left!

"Poof...... Ahem! Damn it! Dillamov! You're cheating on us!"

"I'll have to settle accounts with you when I go back!"

However, the voices of several senior students suddenly came from the swirling flames.

Delkora stopped abruptly and froze in place.

The fire element, which had lost its spiritual power control, quickly dispersed, and the figures of several senior students appeared in the flames. It doesn't look like they've been swallowed up by the flames, at least the human form is still intact -

Vanish.

They look unscathed.

"Is this ......" Del Cora asked, dumbfounded.

"......" Several senior students glanced at each other, and they all looked at the orc shaman who had the head. The orc sneered twice, and then he was no longer arrogant, and said, "Kicked the iron plate...... Well, don't worry, we don't have any malicious intentions, I just want to introduce you to the special features of this magic training hall - every year freshmen have this kind of treatment, and we are here like this, you can't hold a grudge against us. ”

With the narration of this orc shaman named Dillamov, everyone understood the special nature of this magic training hall. It turns out that the existence of this hall is not only to expand the space, but to integrate many powerful and special magic arrays, these mutually influencing magic arrays have changed the flow of elements in this hall, here, although the magicians can release any kind of magic, but the elements that make up these magic are "inert", although the elements in this hall can still be arranged in a specific sequence, but the tightness between the elements is greatly reduced, and the links between the elements are "loosened" , which greatly reduces the effect of elemental magic, but does not affect the stability of the magic itself. Moreover, this space will automatically apply high-level anti-magic skins and high-level elemental countervailing shields to each stepper, ensuring the safety of magicians to the greatest extent, allowing magicians to experiment with magic without any scruples.

But perhaps in order to allow students to have a deeper sense of magic, the designers of the magic array do not know how to change the operation of the high-level elemental countervailing shield, and although the students who are hit by the magic will not be harmed, they can really feel the corresponding pain caused by the magic - this design was originally designed to stimulate the students to train their combat skills and avoid being hit, but at this moment it really killed a few poor seniors.

Poor God, even if they thought that there would be students who could fight back, they couldn't have imagined that the way to fight back would be so fierce - when the blazing torrent was cast, several of them were also stunned, and the shield they carried only resisted for a moment before being directly shattered, and they really experienced the thrill of swimming in a handful of magma. As a result, several senior students are now glaring at Dillamov with angry eyes, and it was he who proposed to give the freshmen a little "surprise". Now they just want to surprise Dillamov well.

"So who was it just now?" Dillamov smiled wryly and looked around, "That should be a torrent of high-level magic flames...... I don't mean revenge, just to say...... I want to meet this genius. ”

No one answered. The freshmen who were all hugging their heads just now didn't have time to pay attention to the people around them, and Delkora himself was standing far behind, as if no one had noticed him.

"Don't you want to show your face...... Never mind. However, you are really strong, you must study hard, and I hope to see you in the competition at the end of the year!"

A couple of seniors left discouraged. Only a bunch of freshmen were left looking at each other.

Then, the discussion exploded.

Delkora flinched back slightly, avoiding the heat, but before he could take a few steps back, his back bumped into something, and at the same time, a hand gently rested on his shoulder.

When he looked back, he saw only a young, smiling, handsome face.

"First-year students, come and assemble and take a roll call!"