The Magister had no choice but to give him his wand.

This is a half-meter-long wooden stick, brownish-yellow, carved with mysterious runes on it, and the tentacles are warm and smooth as jade. Wei Liang was cautious, for fear of breaking his wand.

The Magus smiled, "Don't be nervous, just use it." ”

"Are you sturdy?" Wei Liang said: "I originally had a magic wand, but it was accidentally broken. ”

He robbed a young magician and took the other party's robe and wand for himself, and on the way here, he wanted to test the hardness of the wand, so he broke it casually, but he didn't expect that the thing would not be useful, and it broke with a click.

The Magister asked, "You haven't studied magic, how can you have a wand?" ”

Wei Liang's face did not change and said, "Pick it up." ”

The Magister smiled, "Don't worry, my wand is of good quality, and it is magically protected, and it cannot be damaged." ”

"I'm curious." Wei Liang asked, "What's the use of a magic wand, can't a magician cast spells without it?" ”

The Magister replied, "Wands are made of special materials that have a blessing effect on magic and make it more powerful. ”

Wei Liang understood that the so-called magic wand was similar to the magic weapon in the cultivation world.

In the middle of the conversation, most of them completed the test.

This test will cause the mage to draw a sigil that is one level higher than his own. For example, a second-level magician depicts the seal of third-level magic, and a third-level magician depicts the seal of fourth-level magic. Because of the level suppression, failure is reasonable, and St. Byron only requires students to complete more than 60% of the test, even if they pass.

But this is still too demanding.

Most people can only depict 30 percent, a few can finish halfway, and only two actually pass the level - Allen and Gabriel.

It's not surprising that Eren passed the level, after all, this is a genius in itself. Gabriel's passage is a bit unbelievable, this is obviously a magic wastewood, but his appearance is better than Allen's.

The excellent score in the second level did not change anything, after all, it was a magic insulator, and the Magister had already sentenced Gabriel to death in his heart.

Just then, an uninvited guest came to St. Byron.

This is a white-robed magician, he is tall, his facial features are handsome, and his body is filled with a strong aura of holiness, as noble as a god.

The crowd was puzzled at first, then respectful.

Even if the magister faced this person, he bowed slightly and saluted.

This white-robed magician is an apostle of light, and once he appears, he represents the will of the King of Light in most cases.

The King of Light, the well-deserved king of Montech, left countless legends in his brilliant and splendid life.

In the eyes of mankind, he is a savior and a symbol of invincibility.

Three thousand years ago, the Terrans were in turmoil, stormy and stormy, with orcs in the north, elves sharpening their knives in the south, and more deadly, a necromancer actually disturbed the dragon graveyard, causing the divine dragon to rage and summon the surging waters to Atlantis.

It was almost the darkest years in the history of the human race, even in its heyday, the human race could not withstand the wrath of the three major races, not to mention that the human race itself was still a mess, and the forces of all parties were deceitful and infighting, and there was basically no one to carry the crown. The only one left was still a Celestial ** Master who had lived for two thousand years, but he was too old and too weak, and he was killed by the Divine Dragon just by taking a face.

Rivers of blood and corpses littered the field, and in that battle, countless people died in famine and war, and the population plummeted, and if it continued, there was even a possibility of extinction. In fact, the elves and orcs planned to do so, since the battle of the Demon Spring, the elves have hated the humans to death, and as for the orcs, they have been expelled to the barren land of the north for nearly 10,000 years, and they have also accumulated resentment, and they are eager to kill all the humans.

It was the King of Light who rewrote history.

The invincible Golden Beamon was chopped into minced meat by him.

The noble and beautiful elven king has become his confiner.

As for the irascible divine dragon, until now, the head is still hanging at the gate of Atlantis, which is a show off and a deterrent.

If it weren't for the awakening of the sleeping ancient ancestral dragon and forcing it to sign a peace agreement, the human race would have already become the overlord of Montechi, and any noble elves and powerful dragons would have become slaves, and as for those dirty orcs, they would not even have the qualifications to be slaves, and they should be driven out and exterminated.

And now, the apostles of the King of Light have appeared in St. Byron.

No one has to bow their proud heads and bow their heads. Part out of fear, part out of respect.

Wei Liang was not stupid, and when he saw that everyone bowed their heads, he hurriedly did so. Follow the local customs, those mavericks often don't end well.

When he raised his head, there was no shadow of the Apostle of Light, and there was a young man who disappeared together.

Gabriel was taken.

As for the reason, the apostle did not say, and there is no need to say. Except for Wei Liang and Alice, no one cared about this issue.

Testing continues.

Wei Liang held his wand in his hand, sketching a figure in the void. The six-pointed star not only has a few sides, but also contains many complex symbols, which must be depicted one by one, which is not a simple matter.

His first encounter with magic was somewhat jerky and slow, and when everyone else was finished, he was less than halfway there.

Everyone has high expectations for Wei Liang, after all, this is a monster whose talent is close to that of the King of Light, how can the magic seal of his assessment be a high-level spell, right? But as time passed, the magic seal gradually took shape, and it was only a first-level magic.

The crowd was disappointed, thinking that the Magister was deliberately releasing water.

Only the Magister himself knew how difficult it was, the other party had never been exposed to magic, and the first time he carved the Demon Seal, he reached such a level, which can be described as extremely talented. The Magister has finally determined that this is an all-rounder, not only with an impressive conversion rate for magic, but also for the ability to learn spells.

If nothing else, he'll be able to ride the magic trail, and that's only a matter of time.

Wei Liang drew the last stroke, looking at the pale red magic mark floating in the air, and marveled. Just like the first time he opened the Purple Mansion, magic also brought him a strong surprise.

He hates the dull and mediocre, and loves excitement and passion.

He asked with great interest, "How did I draw?" ”

"Perfect." The Magister smiled, "Just by looking at it, I can reproduce the magic mark 100%, even if I didn't have such a talent at the beginning." ”

"Then why didn't the magic burst out?"

"You haven't chanted yet."

Wei Liang thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered Alice's spell, and subconsciously recited it.

"True Flame, please put aside the false things and illuminate the path in front of you - Fire Induction Technique!"

Each sigil has a spell to match, and if it can't be corresponded, it has no effect. Coincidentally, he drew a fire-based first-level magic seal, and he also chanted a fire-type first-level spell.

The magical elements gathered rapidly, poured into the magic seal, and then erupted in thin air.

Rumble!

Torrential flames hit and flooded the classroom.

"Hell!"

The Magister roared, and hurriedly cast a water-based spell to extinguish the flames.

The people in the room were all drenched in soup, and they looked confused.