Those wounds are not the marks of battle, but the marks of surgery.

In poor Mira, both Gilvin and Adelia had seen these marks of terror.

These marks only mean one thing, and like Mira, Professor Morris has also undergone body modifications!

"You've all heard about Professor Jaime, and I've asked for a small reward for my help again. So you see that I can break through the limitations of the elves and use space magic. This advantage can help me explore the true meaning of spells.

But it doesn't come without a price. ”

Professor James is the only one who can perform that surgery flawlessly and suppress the side effects. After Professor James' death, the side effects of the transformation became apparent. For so many days, Morris had been suppressing the disintegration of his body with his life spell, and it should have been no problem to support him until the day he died naturally with his grandmaster-level healing spell.

But tonight he consumed his body dramatically, causing the fragile balance in his body to be shattered, and the modified body continued to deteriorate.

He could already feel that the limits of this body were approaching, and no amount of tinkering could reverse the change.

"Adelia, I don't have much time left, so I hope to pass on to you what I have learned from my research on this world in this last period of time. You're my last student, and the most gifted kid, and you should be able to understand my secrets. ”

Maurice wasn't lying, and even though he had only been in contact with Adelia for a few months, she had shown a talent far beyond the three forbidden spell summoners he had ever taught.

The results of his current research are not even understood by many people at the academic research meeting of the Royal Calling Academy, let alone understood. But the child and her mysterious summoned beast not only absorbed all the handouts like a sponge, but were even able to find holes in his theory

If he had enough time, he would love to work with this kid to break the elves' perception of summoning. But he was too old, and his current body couldn't hold it anymore.

He could only hope that he could water the child as much as he could before leaving this world. Of course, he still needs the help of a person, but when he wants to call this person's name, he suddenly becomes dumbfounded. After thinking about it for a long time, an awkward name popped out of his mouth.

"Also...... Summoning beasts. I'd like to ask you to help Adelia as much as you can. ”

Morris was already keenly aware that this child's miraculous progress was closely related to the strange summoned beast beside her. While it was ridiculous to learn from the summons and ask for their help, it was not a step forward for Maurice.

Both Adelia and Givens nodded, acquiescing to Professor Morris's request. Seeing this result, Professor Morris also showed a satisfied expression.

"Then you should rest early and start classes early tomorrow morning. ”

But before the professor's words could be heard, the magic chandeliers in the hall were extinguished. A ghostly black shadow slammed through the window, rolled into the house, and then jumped up and headed straight for Maurice.

After the bloody battle, Morris was already extremely weak at this moment, and the body organs in his body that did not belong to him were shaking violently, trying to break free from the shackles of transformation magic, and most of his remaining mana was used to suppress this blood and qi fluctuation, facing this sudden attack like a swift wind. He could only endure the severe pain, concentrate, and slowly recite the incantation.

However, beside him, two figures had already reacted first.

Almost instantly, Adella unleashed a wall of ice in front of Professor Morris, blocking the Assassin's attack, followed by Thorns and Ice Rings to slow the Assassin's movements. Given, on the other hand, swung his sword at the Assassin in an attempt to intercept his attack.

The two men worked together almost seamlessly, but the Assassin moved faster, the wall of ice only blocked the first slash of the Assassin's left hand, and the assassin's right hand assassination broke through the shattered wall of ice and rushed straight to Maurice's throat.

At this moment, the "fate" that emerged from the air blocked the assassin's silver blade. The moment the two magic weapons clashed, there was a loud crashing sound in the air.

"Bell!"

After both misses, the Assassin finally backed away and ducked back into the shadows, trying to find his next shot. By this time, Maurice had already recognized the identity of the assassin, and he released his true gaze, and then reprimanded in a low voice.

"Vallet, that's enough!"

With that sound, a faint fluorescence began to fill the room, and then a sturdy figure emerged from the darkness.

Seeing that her figure was exposed, Valley did not stop, she still maintained an attacking posture and kept approaching.

"Hmph, are you scared, old fellow. I said I would come back, and even if you brought in the King's Sword, it would be impossible to stop me......"

In order to break through the king's sword ambush outside the building, Valley paid a lot of price, but as she spoke, Valé's voice suddenly stopped. Her gaze rested on the longsword in Given's hand.

At such a close distance, she could see the familiar patterns on this long sword, the familiar arrangement of spars, and the familiar thick blade. She had seen the sword in shape countless times on the sculptures inscribed on the heroes of her family, until it was etched into her memory. It was a holy relic that the entire Mingsha family had been waiting for for more than 20 generations and more than 3,000 years.

It used to be gone, but now it's back.

The sudden rush of excitement in her chest caused Vallet to cry out.

"Fate!"

After discovering that Mingsha recognized "fate", Jiwen subconsciously took half a step back. He hadn't expected the assassin to be Valé, but it was too late to put away Destiny.

Now that the stones have been thrown, no one knows what kind of waves this accident will stir up.

After seeing her fate, a fire burned in Valé's eyes.

She didn't have time to find out why "Fate" was in this room, why it was in the hands of the summoned beast, and even the dastardly old elf who had taken the book of destiny no longer attracted her attention, and the only thought left in her head was that she wanted to get back the sword that had once held in the hands of her ancestors.

No one can stop her!

Without hesitation, Valley dropped the dagger in her hand to the ground, and then drew the greatsword behind her back.

In the darkness of the night, blades as dazzling as the silver moon slowly slipped out of the worn scabbard, illuminating the hall as bright as day.

In the border desert, no one has ever dared to talk about the giant sword behind Valé, and legend has it that all those who have seen Valé pull out the sword have become the ghosts of the desert.

And tonight, the sword was bathed in the night again, greedily absorbing the torrent of spells in the surrounding space, and then transformed into the light on the sword's body.

"Is it the moonshine of Taranto......"

Maurice recognized the greatsword, although the story of this sword is not as dazzling as "fate", it is also one of the few legendary famous swords of Thorland, the most mysterious thing about this sword is that no one knows the peculiarity of this sword, and the legend only records the full power of this sword in the night.

But now Maurice had a rough idea of what the power of moonlight was hidden.

The light from the moonlight flowed down the hilt of the sword, and then gathered on Valley's body, and as the light poured in, Vallei's hair rose in an invisible wind, her eyes gradually turned red, and the tips of her fingers gradually revealed sharp claws. And behind her, the silver-white and flawless moonlight gradually formed a huge silver wolf shadow,

Not only that, Vallei's body was filled with fine sand, these fine sand containing magical energy, slowly gathered in the air, and then formed a vague human form, two sand shadows exactly like Vallei appeared in the air, they picked up the two short swords that had just fallen on the ground, and then guarded Vallei on the left and right.

Maurice discovers that the moonlight greatly increases Vallei's strength, allowing her to manipulate two sand golems at the same time. It's no wonder that the Sandman Princes and the Purple Pine Family have prepared such a luxurious lineup of assassins for her.

In the face of such a formidable opponent, how will Adella's summoned beast respond?

Jivin was staring at Valé, who was holding the moonlight in both hands, watching the power of the moonlight gradually envelop Valé's body. Even from this distance, he could feel the fluctuations of power coming from Vallei. This forced his hand to firmly grasp the hilt of the sword of "Destiny".

"Fate" is indeed a sacred relic of the Mingsha family.

When it sensed that the bloodline descendant was nearby, "fate" trembled restlessly. It was only by the forced suppression of Jiwen that it was quieted.

Givens knew that if he put away his "fate" now and replaced it with other weapons, then Vallet would never be able to win against him, and would never be able to snatch his fate.

But he didn't want to.

"Fate" is he pulled out of the Dragon Plain with his own hands, and has also responded to his calls again and again, tearing apart Jiwen's enemies in blood and flames again and again, he wants to use this battle to prove that the sword in his hand is not stolen or borrowed, he has obtained the recognition of this sword in a dignified manner, and has the qualification to take charge of "Destiny".

Givens took a deep breath, then held his fate firmly in his grip and held it high above his head.

It was the starting sword style of the Dragon Swordsman Sword Dance.

This gesture of Given, like an invitation, attracted Vallei's attention. Her blood-red eyes widened, and she let out a long howl, and her whole body danced with the moonlight.

A white light, as fast as lightning, like a giant wolf leaping, had already rushed straight to Jiwen.

Given's breath had been adjusting to his breath, waiting for this moment to come. The calm air around him burst out in an instant, and the surging cold air swept through the ice stream, bursting out and rushing straight towards the white light.

The ice arrows released by Ji Wen's new crystal disk shattered like ice streams in front of the white light, but the crystal disk was continuously devouring the surrounding torrent of spells, and then pouring the surging ice stream into the short step away where the white light was about to advance.

What the white light faced was changed from an ice stream to an iceberg, and from an iceberg to a space that had been completely frozen and solidified.

Finally, the movement of the white light was a little sluggish, and at this moment, the "fate" in Jiwen's hand was waved down.

The "fate" that lingered in the black magic light finally collided with the white and dazzling moonlight.