There seems to be a slight mistake in the design of the curator's leg structure, and it walks with its legs bent outward, which is quite pleasant to look at. △ Top Novel,

Loria looked at the giant arcane golem who had beaten her up and then told her to welcome back, wondering why the other party didn't continue to attack, could it be that the magic of the guardians was actually similar?

Before she could think about whether she should find a way to tear down the arcane golem that was bullying her, she saw that the sides of the huge corridor large enough for the curator to pass were filled with books, and Loria got closer, looking up, the highest point was nearly twenty meters above the ground, and although the collection of books in the vicinity was far from Nomorigan's library, it was the first time she had seen such high shelves.

She looked in the direction of the curator again, and carefully pulled out a book in her hand, but fortunately, the curator continued to walk forward and did not turn his head to attack her.

It was a book of poems with the word 'fate' on the cover, and Loria flipped through it, it was an ordinary book, and there was nothing of interest in it—except for a few blank spaces.

Behind a short poem, presumably lamenting the impermanence of fate, she saw a number of handwritten fonts:

'Trapped by fate, simply because there is no power to break fate. ’

There is no signature, but I think it was written by Medivin, and the more exciting is still to come, and the flamboyant font has become quiet:

My teacher thought he had the power to break fate, but he was still a prisoner of fate. ’

Still unsigned, Loria laughed, this sentence must have been written by Khadgar, she continued to look down, but her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled:

'When I have ten mana, I'll roast you all!'

The handwriting was inexplicably familiar, and Loria couldn't remember whose it was. But she felt that she must have seen the owner of the handwriting—someone who could make her remember the handwriting, presumably someone who was more familiar.

There is also a note written in an unknown text, and visitors to the Karazhan Library are accustomed to writing down their feelings in the book...... Thinking of this, Loria also took out a pen and ink, and wrote in the last bit of blank space:

Fate is a stack of probabilities, when you see it. It is already in the past.

Blowing dry the traces of ink, Loria looked at her message with satisfaction, if one day she became a famous great magician, maybe this passage would be rubbed somewhere...... She giggled and felt a little bored, so she tucked the book back into place, crouched down and looked at the book at the bottom.

Loria only looked at the books where she could reach, she browsed the names on the spine, and occasionally took down a book out of curiosity and flipped through it. She hadn't found a book on magic yet, but she had seen a lot of travelogues, geography, and novels, most of which were dramas she had heard of or had never heard of, and there was a atlas with a map book showing the meeting points of the magic currents on the eastern continent, the largest one was of course in Dalaran, and in addition, the capital of the High Elves, Silvermoon City, and the upwind trail where Karazhan was located. The eastern part of the Elwyn Forest, the northeastern part of the Twilight Forest, and the middle of the Tirisfal Glade are all marked by dense hoops.

Loria looked at it a few more times and stopped paying attention. If she really wants to build her own magic tower, she will definitely find a way to build it in the best place - Dalaran.

By the time she reached the end of the tall hallway, which had already taken her hours, she had finished her lunch (by the time) on the bookshelf, and then looked at the bookshelf on the other side. Soon, she found a book about magic—a book that taught demonic language, its yellowed pages curled and wrinkled unsightly, and it looked like it had not only been flipped through many times, but also been damp. Loria flipped through it and saw that it was full of short notes written by Medivin, mostly phonetizing those strange symbols, and some unique paraphrasing, even crappy sentences.

Even if the last Guardian was born with unimaginable magic and talent, it doesn't seem to be omniscient.

Legend has it that magic originated from demons, and demon language naturally became an essential tool for magicians who were interested in exploring ancient magic, Loria could only understand a small part of the symbols, and after thinking about it, she didn't put the book back, but took it in her hand and continued to read the book next to it.

Most of Medivan's collection of books were not properly organized, but similar categories were probably grouped together, and Loria quickly found other basic books on magic, and she pulled everything she was interested in off the shelves, including an introduction to magic circle drawing, an enchantment technique, a magic equipment identification and imitation, and a magical creature research manual.

Medivan didn't need these primers, not only was he born strong, but he also had the best teacher he could find in his time, the last Guardian, his mother Egwen.

These books were supposed to be for Khadgar...... Loria had never met this mage who had participated in the Dark Gate Expeditionary Force, and he was probably lucky to be chosen as a disciple by Medivan.

Holding the five books she had found, Loria took two more well-written collections of short stories, ready to take them back to the safe hall to read, and although Isabella was on standby and always did not speak to her, she was still happy to go back to the people she knew.

As she left the tall corridor where the books were kept, she looked in the direction where the curator had left, the huge arcane golem had not appeared, and she did not know where it had gone, she waited at the entrance to see that the curator had not returned, thinking that even if she took the books, she would not arouse anyone's anger.

Fourteen days had passed since Loria returned with a stack of books in her arms, and it had only taken her half a day to finish the two short story collections, but the primer on magic circle drawing was surprisingly difficult, and it took her a whole week to read it.

This time the curator was gone, and Loria didn't wander around, she went straight to the place where she had taken the books last time, stuffed them back one by one, and left behind the book that taught the demon language, and took a whole set of basic books on magic-related skills, and hurried away.

Loria found a broken fountain somewhere, although the fountain was no longer working, but it was still full of clear water, cleaning up the magical creatures next to it one by one, and she was not afraid of anything unusual about the water source, so she took out an empty water bag from her bag and filled it with water.

It seems that she intends to stay here for a long time. (To be continued......)

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