Chapter 15: Understanding the Bloom of Ice and Snow

It was easy to take Lolita away, and Su Ya once again established a spiritual connection with the magic tower, and then the world swirled again, lying in front of Tarot. Tarot was sitting on his throne of ice and snow, still holding his chin with one hand and playing with a small teacup with the other, and the more Su Ya looked at the teacup, the more familiar it became: was it her delusion?

Without waiting for her to take a closer look, Tarot said lazily: "You came half an hour later than I expected, converted into the time in the space, it is five hours, and the day after tomorrow is the qualifiers, are you ashamed to waste such precious time?"

Su Ya, who was still a little distracted, heard this, and hurriedly said solemnly: "I'm ashamed, I'm guilty, I'll pay attention next time." ā€

"Well, well, from now until the qualifiers start, you don't go out, take a good look at your training. ā€

Due to the holding of the qualifiers, the whole school will be closed tomorrow so that the students who have registered can make some necessary preparations. What could be more effective in preparing than someone to mark the key points before the exam? Therefore, Tarot's mention yƬ, Su Ya naturally couldn't ask for it.

Even so, this may be a sign that she is going to be tired of being a dog again, tears!

However, this time, instead of throwing her into an endless battle right away, Tarot said, "Our main task today is to perfect your attack skills. ā€

The implication is that she has not yet reached the stage of comprehending magic spells, and Su Ya is a little puzzled: "But the attack skill of an ice magician is only an ice blade." ā€

"It's because they don't understand ice magic enough. The Ice Blade simply unleashes a form, and it should be tried and changed as the number and distance of the target changes. Of course, these are not things that can be done if you want to, and you need the corresponding micro-manipulation ability. But they are them, you are you, don't sue me, you can't do it. ā€

Do you change your form with different targets? Su Ya remembered all the little magic she had used with the power of the Ice and Snow Island, and seemed to have an understanding: "I'll try." ā€

"Hmm. Tarot answered, and casually threw a snowman in the shape of a thunderbolt rabbit and jumped at Suya.

Su Ya threw out an ice blade as usual, straight into the neck of the Thunderbolt Rabbit, Tarot threw out an angel cat shape, it hovered and flew over Su Ya, Su Ya threw an ice blade at it, but the angel cat dodged, not only did it not hit it, but also, because the handle was relatively heavy, the ice blade fell straight down and smashed at Su Ya, Su Ya had to dodge.

"Look, that's the result of an unsuitable attack form. Tarot pointed out the problem.

Su Ya nodded: "Then how should I change?"

"What do hunters use to catch prey in the sky?" he instructed.

Her eyes lit up: "Arrows." ā€

"Yes, it's an arrow, why don't you try to turn the ice blade into an arrow, I don't think it's hard for you. ā€

"It's not hard. Su Ya said, in order to fly farther with the help of the wind, in the arrow feather part, she replaced it with snow flam, and in her right hand turned into a beautiful bow, the bowstring part, she thought a little, then pulled off a long hair from her head and wrapped it around the bow, and plated a layer of snow wool on it, as a bowstring, and then put the ice arrow on the bowstring, pulled hard, and the arrow shot out quickly, and an arrow hit the angel cat snowman who had flown into the clouds, causing it to shatter.

"That's right," Tarot bowed slightly, "Next, I won't remind you to change the form of your attack skills according to the specific situation." ā€

"Yes, I know!" Suya nodded vigorously, waiting for his next wave of attacks.

Who knows, this time Tarot just conjured a flock of small snowbirds in the fire tree silver flower forest, there were hundreds of them, chirping on the branches. And motioned to her that the more hits the better.

No, the snowbird is too small. Arrows, too, whistled away, and even if they could hit a few, the others ran away. Be small, be quiet, yes, ice needles!

Su Ya had a flash of inspiration, condensed a row of slender and crystalline ice needles in the palm of her hand, and waved her hand to scatter it into the snowbirds, and a dozen or so unlucky snowbirds fell silently and fell into the snow, while the others remained on the branches in a daze. Seeing this, Su Ya couldn't help but laugh proudly, and threw out rows of ice needles with "brushes", putting down countless snowbirds.

After destroying the snowbird, Tarot didn't say a word, and then turned into a humming bear, from the hillside, "whooping" towards Su Ya, Su Ya subconsciously took a step back, stared for a moment, opened her five fingers, and made a lifting posture towards the distant hillside, and an "ice thorn" broke out of the ground and pierced into the soles of the humming bear's feet.

Hum Bear fell to the ground in pain, and Su Ya let several ice spikes "grow" on the hillside one after another, inserted it into its back, nailed it firmly to the ground, and then threw out several ice blades, making Hum Bear completely immobile.

Tarot changed several ways to attack Su Ya one after another, but Su Ya defused them one by one, and the speed was getting faster and faster, his satisfied lips curled slightly, and he tried to suppress it again, and withdrew his moves: "Well, it's okay, about the basic attack skills, the changes and attempts you make are enough, and the rest is to use them skillfully." I'll conjure up those magical beasts just now, and you can practice it yourself. ā€

Su Ya wiped the sweat from her head and showed him a big smile: "Thank you, you are really a good Taling of the master." ā€

Tarot said that he was not happy at all with such a compliment, and directly transformed into a little golden light and disappeared, leaving only a star-like vortex to slowly rotate.

Su Ya mouthed the air, and then she was suppressed by the little snowmen who fell from the sky.

Woo, she didn't make a sound, how could she still be discovered, in fact, he didn't leave at all! Su Ya repented and resigned herself to her fate and began magic training.

I don't know how many years have passed in the magic tower, Su Ya stands in the world of ice and snow, there is an illusion that she has never left, fighting, fighting, in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, as if she is the only one fighting alone, flying, flying, but still can't escape the enemy on all sides. The meaning of her existence is not for herself at this moment, but for the throbbing of time and space, as if this is her life, long and silent, only the ice and snow condensed in her hands galloping and whistling.

Finally, as soon as Qiē returned to true silence, Su Ya stood still for a long time, suddenly clasped her hands in front of her chest, closed her eyes, and said softly: "My dear god of ice and snow, I call your name, Aurora!

Almost at the same time, a violent wind swept up around her, and endless ice and snow spread around her, and soon swept all the world into it, the fire trees and silver flowers fell in pieces, and the waterfall at the foot of the mountain flowed backwards, only the star vortex after the disappearance of the tower spirit was spared, echoing the blizzard she called, and became brighter and brighter.

By the time Suya had withdrawn from the inspiration of the magic spell, Tarot had already stood in front of her, still covered by starlight, but his tone was rarely soft and warm: "Wipe your tears." ā€

Su Ya subconsciously touched her face with her hand, and sure enough, her face was full of tears, so she hurriedly wiped her sleeve, and said embarrassedly while wiping: "I really don't know that I cried, I didn't want to cry." ā€

"I didn't say you were crying, there are many kinds of tears, and it may be that the water in your brain is flowing out. ā€

So the warmth or something is simply that she thinks about it too much, right?!Su Ya sniffed angrily, swallowed back all the previous gratitude by the way, and planned to discuss with Ta Ling, about the contract treasure and the master's friendship, and suddenly felt a vibration under her feet: "What happened to the magic tower, why did it suddenly move?"

Tarot said nonchalantly, "Hmm, is there one? I don't feel it." ā€

Su Ya looked at him suspiciously, could it be that he knew what he was going to say and deliberately made trouble?

As she expected, Tarot added, "If you can pass the qualifiers, let's talk about the status of the two of us, now it's time for you to go out to sleep." Pre-war rest is also a necessary preparation. ā€

After speaking, he didn't wait for Su Ya to protest, he slapped her out of the magic tower space, it was really a fly, the kind that threw her sleeves! Su Ya got up from the ground, her teeth itched with anger, she must pass the qualifiers, and she must work hard to improve her strength, and she must not be casually slapped away by the tower spirit and clench her fists!

With such a dream, Su Ya didn't even take a shower, so she climbed into bed and fell asleep. After her breathing became smooth and rhythmic, the blood light on the magic tower flowed, and Tarot walked out of the magic tower space, opened the window with a wave of his hand, flashed out, and carefully covered it again.

He stood in the dark night, took a deep breath as if he was enjoying it, five fingers and one point, the starlight flowed, and instantly grabbed the little skeleton dragon from Lolita's dormitory, and the little skeleton dragon saw him in mid-air, and his red eyes immediately seemed to light up, and he rushed over affectionately.

Tarot closed his five fingers, and a little golden light dotted on its dragon head: "Little guy, you are lucky today, this seat will take you to see the world." ā€

With his words, the skeleton dragon's body began to change, accompanied by a "creaking" sound, it became larger and larger, and soon it was taller than the small building, Tarot flew up to stand on its body, shook off the blood-colored robes, and flew straight to the east of the City of Time.

It is the twin spires that carry the Book of Time.

It was supposed to be a quiet night, but the square in front of the Book of Time was not calm, and two groups of people were fighting against the magic shield. One of them was dressed in the uniform of the Time City Law Enforcement Team, and there were about a dozen people, while the other side was hidden in the darkness and could not see their faces clearly, and there were many more people.

When the two parties saw Tarot riding a skeleton dragon to cover the sky, they knew that a powerful character was coming, but they couldn't tell whether they were friends or foes for a while, so they tacitly stopped and looked up.

Tarot didn't even look at them, his hands behind his back, and he looked up at the Book of Time on the top of the pointed tower, as if thoughtful. Seeing that he appeared abruptly and showed no signs of making a move, the captain of the law enforcement team thought that he was a tourist to the City of Time, so he opened the corner of his magic shield and shouted: "The law enforcement team of the City of Time enforces the law, please leave quickly to avoid accidental injury!"

"Accidental injury, just you?" the corners of Tarot's mouth curled slightly, and as he spoke, the magic shields that concealed the whereabouts of the two parties shattered.

Seeing this, the two parties who were originally facing each each retreated more than ten meters back, forming a horn momentum, and at the same time facing Tarot, Tarot casually waved a golden light into the skeleton dragon's body, and then patted its head: "Little guy, let them calm down." ā€

"Wow-" The skeleton dragon opened its mouth and spat out blood-colored ambergris, spraying the heads and faces of the people below, everyone wiped their faces, and was just about to rejoice that the skeleton dragon's ambergris was not lethal, but he was horrified to find that his magic contract treasure was gone.

"My sword!", "My silver spear!", "My magic gourd!" ......

This was the most important thing they had as magicians, and it had just disappeared!

How is it possible, since ancient times, I have never heard of a magician who can plunder other people's treasures! Who is this man in blood robes?!

Unfortunately, Tarot was not in the mood to explain to them, he just yawned boredly: "Okay, the things are confiscated, you don't have to fight, go back to sleep." ā€

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