Chapter Seventy-Nine: Who Dove, Who Magpie (2)

You must know that most of the elves, who are the favorites of the goddess of nature, have green eyes, and there is no black hair that symbolizes darkness and evil.

But her ears are obviously unique to the elves!

Oh no, there's another possibility.

The Night Elves, the betrayers of the elven race, took refuge in the evil Night Spirits and turned into black hair. But their eyes should be red, and their faces will have evidence of betrayal -—— blood on their faces.

So pure violet, so beautiful eyes, what race is she?

Avril doesn't care about her own lineage and origin, she cares most about only one person, her teacher, Lord Bazzat.

Once the teacher enters the alchemist's affairs, no one is allowed to disturb her, and neither can she.

With a sigh, Avril sat up from the bed and simply began to practice magic.

Once in a meditative state, Avril was completely immersed, and the elemental spirits in the air scrambled to approach her.

How is this possible?! Every magician has his own attributes, and he can only feel the elements corresponding to the talent he has, but the elements around Avril are all except the light system!

Nearly all of the magical attributes? Could it be that she has dragon blood?

As we all know, the dragon clan ** will give birth to a lot of mixed blood, and these mixed bloods, unless they reach level nine or above, will not be recognized by the dragon clan. At present, the so-called dragon knights on the continent, their mounts are only half-bloods with dragon blood, and they can fly seven or eight level magical beasts.

And the hybrid of the dragon clan will always inherit some of the characteristics of the dragon clan, and most of them look weird, but Avril Lavril is extremely beautiful, and she can't see the scales that ordinary dragons will have, in fact, it is not nothing, but there is only one piece and it is quite hidden.

No matter how strange Avril's bloodline is, no matter how talented it is, it will not attract anyone's attention, because Avril has only seen a few people since she was a child, and has always lived in the Stuart Forest, and the only thing she has lived with since she was a child is the teacher Lord Bazzat, and a few magic puppets who serve them.

Three hours later, Avril Lavigne, who had finished cultivating, got up and moved, and according to her previous habits, she came to the study on the top floor through the magic array.

The magic tower doesn't look big, only seven or eight meters high, divided into 3 floors, the overall area is no more than 1,000 square meters, but the study room that Avril entered alone is huge, and the collection of books is even more amazing, comparable to an ordinary magic academy, it seems to be the role of space magic.

Also, Avril's teacher, Bazzat, is known as Your Excellency's figure. In the wizarding world, the only person who can be called your Excellency is a magician who may be above level ten.

Generally speaking, those who are just starting out can only be called magic apprentices. When they are able to flexibly use more than 3 first-level magic, they will be able to become first-level magicians. The first to third level magicians are also called junior mages, the third to sixth levels are intermediate levels, the seventh to ninth levels are advanced mages, the tenth level is called the mage, the eleventh level is the great mage, and the twelfth level is the magic saint. Only level 10 and above can be called Your Excellency.

Even in the modern era when magic is extremely prosperous, most magicians can only hover at the intermediate level, and once they break through to the advanced level, they have the title of imperial knighthood.

In the age of magic, the average lifespan of human beings was one hundred and fifty years, and the lifespan of magicians was even higher, two hundred years for beginners, three hundred years for intermediates, five hundred years for advanced, and as for Your Excellency, they all have a lifespan of thousands of years. But among all the species in the wizarding world, the lifespan of humans is not very long, not to mention the elves, sea tribes, and dragon races, even the average lifespan of the dwarf race and the dwarf race is higher than that of humans, but the biggest enemy of human beings is the orcs, most of them have a lifespan of no more than 100 years, but once they become high-level orcs, their lifespan will also be greatly improved.

Avril Lavigne, who is 23 years old this year, is already level eight, and can be called a high-level magician, if others know, he would have been called a peerless genius that is rare in a thousand years. Who would let Avril be a minor even if she uses the human 25-year-old as an adult, not to mention, she is a hybrid of the elven race, a race with a lifespan of thousands of years, and those under the age of 100 are all children in their eyes.

Even with a Master as a teacher, the Grade 8 Magician in this grade is still amazing.

Avril used a flying technique for herself, and a sixth-level magician could fly, and of course she could.

Suspended in the air, Avril picks out a biography that tells the history of the Protoss.

It's all exaggerated rhetoric and propaganda, and Avril is bored browsing, so the wording is quite gorgeous.

Suddenly, the bell in her hand vibrated and made a pleasant sound, and Avril immediately stood up with a happy face and rushed out like a gust of wind.

The long golden wavy hair fit obediently behind his head, the sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the blue eyes are like the sea, and the light pink lips are slightly pursed, serious and upright, finally diluting the impact caused by the perfection of his facial features.

This is a handsome man with a delicate appearance, but by no one to desecrate, yes, a man, not a boy, even though he looks young and looks like a youth, but his temperament is as calm as a mountain, a calm after the storm, not a youthful frivolity and vitality in his youth.

He watched silently as Avril rushed towards him, stopping abruptly when he was a step or two away.

"Teacher!"

Bazzat nodded, looked at her carefully, and found nothing wrong before showing a shallow smile.

Avril finally saw the teacher who had disappeared for seven or eight days, forcibly held back her excitement, bowed obediently, and asked with concern, "Teacher, didn't the experiment go well?" Look at your face is not very good. ”

The smile on Bazzat's restrained face, his face was calm, and he did not see frustration or loss: "Any great alchemy experiment is not easy to achieve, remember, we must be patient, persevere, and never give up lightly, the great alchemy god will always look at us." ”

Avril had never been much interested in alchemy, but she listened to her teacher's words, took notes carefully, and decided to spare an extra half hour every day to go to the laboratory to do some research.

"How are you doing these days?" Bazzat asked his only student as he walked to the living room.

"I'm fine, I'm just worried about the teacher. By the way, Sensei, when I was practicing fire magic recently, I found that the lava crack was difficult to keep stable, and the transformed lava giant could only last less than five minutes. ”

"At your current level, it's good to be able to get to this point."

The eighth-level fire magic lava crack summons giants from the volcanic lava, and how long it can exist depends entirely on how much magic power the caster has, and 5 minutes is already excellent.

"But the teacher can summon five or six at a time! And it can exist for half an hour, I'm your student, I can't be too bad! Avril wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction.

"Your magic level is still too low, and your magic power naturally can't last for a long time, so let's meditate a lot and practice well, remember, you must lay a good foundation."

Already in the living room, Bazzat took a bottle of potion from the magic puppet, drank it all, and beckoned to Avril, "Come here, let me see your magic pool." ”

Magical support is the source of every mage's strength, the place where the magic is stored, extremely important, once it is broken, the mage will become a waste, therefore, unless it is a person who trusts him very much, he will never let others check his magic pool.

Avril naturally trusted her teacher Bazzat, and sat in front of him without saying a word.

After a closer look, Bazzat withdrew his hand: "Very good, not lazy." ”

Avril was quite proud: "Of course! ”

Suddenly, two people turned their heads to look at the outside of the magic tower at the same time, this is, a magic riot?!

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