In the early morning, the sun rises from afar, and the golden morning light suddenly pierces the fog in the swamp of chaotic bones, and the intersection of fog and light finally becomes an abstract painting, in order to welcome the continuation of life, the wonder of life, from time to time there is a chirp and roar from the depths of the swamp, and they gather together to play a tribute to the meaning of life. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Charlemagne stood at the front of a camp, watching the fog disappear from the sun, listening to the normality of life and death in the salute of life. A breeze blew, caressing his tired face, and he was on duty in the middle of the night, and this time in the morning was supposed to have an hour's last rest, but for some unknown reason, Charlemagne always felt uneasy during this hour, so that he could not fully sleep and could not get rest. After this incident was accidentally known by others, someone seized the opportunity and often came to Charlemagne to alternate on duty, although it is not a big deal, but it is always comfortable to be able to rest for an extra hour.

"Good morning, Charlemagne. A very unkind voice rang out.

There was a sound in the tent behind him, and Charlemagne didn't have to look back to know that it was his alternate companion emptying his bladder.

"Hey, Charlemagne, how about you make a breakfast?" said the other man as he walked over to the campfire, looked at the cold remnants of the fire, and turned to Charlemagne.

"Hey, Charlemagne, is the weapon repaired?"

"Hey, Charlemagne, you picked deep water mushrooms yesterday -- what's the matter? Didn't you say change the water every six hours? I asked you before I went to bed last night?"

"Hey, Charlemagne, where did you put the blood-streaked horns last night?

"Hi Charlemagne......"

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This is the voice of the abyss, this is the lament of the destruction of life.

Charlemagne rubbed his tired face, and before turning back, he tried to show himself a gentle smile, but no matter who looked at it, he only felt that it was a cowardly and humble appearance.

"Okay, no problem...... Okay, no problem......"

A new day is starting to get busy again.

This is the reason why Charlemagne is willing to take so little task reward to guide the newcomers soon after the freshmen enroll, although those freshmen have so many things they don't understand and their strength is so poor, but they are the most energetic representatives of this college and the most potential group of people. Living among them always makes Charlemagne forget his own humility.

When did these innumerable troubles begin? I still remember that he was also an ordinary member of the third echelon of the freshmen, and although the time was so tight every day and his strength was so poor, he always had hope for tomorrow. Until one day, perhaps just to make the mission smoother, he took the initiative to take on the vigil of an injured companion......

That's how it all began, at first it was just asking for help, then it became an order, and now, that seems to be Charlemagne's existence.

Of course, he thought about refusing, but after only trying once, he never dared again. Because that time they joined forces to trap him in the battle, and the reason was just the ridiculous excuse of "why should we defend you against an attack from behind if you don't even want to help you with a little help?"

Charlemagne didn't want to do this! He didn't want to be a "good old man" anymore! He wanted to go to the new students, to see the light of their wisdom, to see the radiance of their unlimited potential!

However, if you refuse, you will be abandoned by them, right?

"Let's go, Charlemagne, aren't you done yet? Can you hurry up?"

Charlemagne struggled to stuff the tent into his bag, performed a shrinking trick, and placed it behind his back.

He was the only one left in the camp to clean up, and everyone else went first, and the person who was sent to wait for him in front shouted, looked at the person in front, turned and chased after him, and did not wait for Charlemagne, who was still cleaning up at the end.

The early morning sun shone on the abandoned camp, pulling his figure alone.

It's really lonely to be abandoned......

Charlemagne quickly cleaned up, and then chased after him with that ever-changing smile.

"Be careful, adult Crodo snake!" someone shouted, and the rest hurriedly made a battle stance.

This group of them has spent several years in the academy, and they are naturally very familiar with combat, but their combat effectiveness is not too much higher than that of the current freshmen, this is because they are the bottom of the third echelon of the previous batch of students, and every time they learn a new witchcraft, they have to take a very long time to consolidate, so that even if they have learned the third witchcraft when the freshmen entered the school more than a year ago and officially become third-class wizard apprentices, but until now, they can only use witchcraft proficiently, which is because they have learned relatively simple and less powerful witchcraft。

This is the difference in talent, and unconsciously, their strength is much worse than that of some of the current freshmen, not only in terms of power, but also in the flexible application of witchcraft.

In the swamp, the Krodo snake began to appear.

In an instant, a little bit of witchcraft is thrown on it, but because of the lack of understanding of witchcraft, they are instinctively cautious, and they ignore a lot of witchcraft when it is used together, which often cancels out some of it. For example, the arrow technique and the strong acid technique, before they reach the Crodo snake, collide together, the strong acid will corrode the arrow, and the arrow will also consume most of the strong acid, so the witchcraft will naturally have no harm when it is applied to the Crodo snake.

The Crodo snake cleverly dodged most of the harmful sorcery, taking only a little damage, and with a twist of the snake's body, it bumped into two people, hid in a tall clump of water and grass, turned around and disappeared.

"Charlemagne, what are you doing!"

"Didn't you say you should wrap it up?"

"Didn't eat, Charlemagne!"

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The crowd blamed. Obviously, there are two people who have been given the task of entangling the Crodo, but everyone is very tacitly throwing the reason for the Crodo's escape to Charlemagne, and even another person is saying something like "I'm ready, but Charlemagne is a step too slow, and I don't know what he wants to do".

Charlemagne waved his wand and put away the vines that had been broken by the Crodo snake without saying a word.

But he had a lot to say, and he wanted to say that your sorcery is not that at all! Why didn't you even remember such a simple principle of witchcraft reciprocity?Why did I take a step slower? Because my vines would catch the Crodo snake a little faster than you......

Since doing a few missions with the freshmen, Charlemagne seems to have understood a lot of things that he didn't understand before, but even if he understood everything, he didn't say anything.

"It's you who are wrong. ”

The crowd stopped suddenly, as if they had heard Charlemagne, who had been cowardly and afraid to speak. How dare he speak—how dare he refute!

"It's your fault," Charlemagne said.

"Do you know why those geniuses are so much better than us?" Charlemagne recalls the first time he did a mission with the freshmen, Thomas, Mars, Alice, Mavis, Yeda, Phil, and even Dylan, although they were weak at the time, but each of them had already found a way to make themselves stronger.

Charlemagne waved his wand, and countless tenacious vines spread out in all directions!

"Because they know what they are, they know who they are. ”

"And you, you who don't understand anything, die!"