In the galaxy of rolling history, Beiyuan is undoubtedly the most dazzling one.

History has gone through ups and downs, annihilating mediocrity and waste, and screening out a group of strange people and talents who have left their names for future generations, who uphold the wisdom of their ancestors, integrate the needs of the times, and focus on the wonderful course of life to show the world.

Since the glorious holy war of the people of the Northern Plains, the prosperous situation of nearly a century, the commendable people created by the Northern Plains are as vast as the stars.

They are the people who have created history, they are the tide of the times, in the wind and waves, the bloody wind and rain show a unique personality, the sword and the shadow of the sword and the ordinary life to show the arrogance of the world, they or the merits or the intriguing, their life bursts out of the mysterious legend and the profound light of wisdom.

Bhikshu country, Moss City.

The morning sun shines through the verdant street trees like a dazzling lightsaber that tears through the darkness before dawn. A few small grasses at the bottom of the trees, the dew drops hanging on them, folded and shining in the sun, like precious pearls.

Take a deep breath of fresh air, and the whole person will feel much more refreshed. It seems to feel the beauty of the world, and the birds in the trees are also chirping in whispers.

A gentle breeze blows through the city, waking up the sleeping people. Opening the confined door, people came out one after another, stretching their waists and feeling the beauty of life.

Shops have also opened one after another, and people are talking in a bland manner, but anyone who cares can see that today is a little different.

Slowly, there were more people on the streets, and the crowd was bustling, like a flowing river, making people feel the prosperity of the city.

If you look closely, you can see that most people are moving towards the center of the city. As for the reason, today is the national day of the Bhikshu Nation, and it is also the enrollment day of the Academy of Magic.

Although the Bhikshu Kingdom is a small kingdom standing in the Northern Plains, its strength should not be underestimated, and the king of the Bhikshu Kingdom is a powerful Templar, and there are a large number of magicians under his command, which is also the capital of the Bhikshu Kingdom in the perennial war-torn Northern Plains.

When it comes to magicians, the people of Kitahara will not cast envious eyes, magicians are a noble profession in Kitahara, and they are above ordinary people.

Rumor has it that a powerful magician once unleashed meteorite magic and directly reduced a city to ruins. There are also powerful magicians who stop thousands of armies as soon as they strike, and some magicians even use dragons as mounts.

In the Northern Plains, magicians are mainly divided into elemental mages and wizards, among which elemental mages are the main ones. Elemental mages are classified into water, fire, electricity, wind, light, and darkness according to their attributes, and they inflict devastating blows on their opponents with powerful spells.

Wizards, on the other hand, use various mediums to attach special statuses to enemies, such as slowing, immobilizing, and chaotic.

The crowd converged in a square in the middle of the city, the center of which was separated by a group of guards, in the center of which was a group dressed in black, fair-skinned, and wearing a black hood over their heads. If you look closely, you can see that the black-robed man at the head has a silver moon-shaped accessory around his waist, and the others are star-shaped accessories.

Everyone stopped the noise at the signal of a formally dressed young man on a high platform in the middle of the square, and the young man began his speech.

Most of the speeches were about how the Bhikshu Kingdom was established under the wise leadership of His Majesty the King and what remarkable achievements it had achieved.

The young man's voice was not loud, but by some means, everyone could hear him clearly.

When the young man finished speaking, a grand and solemn military parade began. A heroic soldier walked through the square in the form of a square with a uniform pace, causing a round of applause from the people.

In the Northern Plains, although mages are the main force in the war, the number of mages is too scarce, and a considerable number of people are still warriors who cultivate fighting spirit.

It's not that warriors are inferior to magicians, warriors who cultivate to the top level also have great strength, for example, the king of the bhikshu kingdom is a Templar who cultivates light and fighting spirit. It's just that the bottom line of magicians is extremely demanding, even the most junior magicians have the strength of intermediate warriors.

After the military parade, it was time for the long-awaited admission ceremony of the Academy of Magic.

The first to step forward was the black-robed man with the Silver Moon Accessory at the head. By this time, he had removed the hood from his head, revealing a head of white hair like silver threads.

The black-robed old man briefly introduced his identity, it turned out that he was the director of the admissions office of the xx magic academy, and he was invited to Moss City today to promote magic.

Then a middle-aged man walked out, and according to the old man, the two of them were going to show the magic battle for those present.

The two stood facing each other, and as soon as the black-robed old man stretched out his hand, a fireball appeared out of thin air in his hand, making a throwing motion, and the fireball flew straight towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man waved one hand, and a gust of wind blew, and the fireball dissipated in the air.

Unexpectedly, the two fought between the calcium carbide sparks, and everyone was stunned, and then burst into surging cheers.

Most of the people present were ordinary residents, and there were not many who were lucky enough to see magic battles, so how could this opportunity be missed if there was a chance to see the battle between two magicians who were not weak today. One by one, they stood on tiptoe and watched the movements of the two black-robed men intently.

The black-robed old man was not surprised at all when he saw that the attack was defused, but with a wave of his hand, a large ball of fireball shot towards the middle-aged man like a cannon.

The middle-aged man was not flustered, took out the staff placed in the black robe, waved the staff, and a wind shield appeared in front of him, protecting the middle-aged man without leaking.

A series of fireballs hit the wind shield, splashing sparks one after another, and the wind shield was like a reef in the sea, unmoving.

The black-robed old man seemed to have long expected that the fireball would not work, and while shooting the fireball, he whined and chanted a lengthy incantation in his mouth.

With the incantation, the temperature of the air rises rapidly, and the hot air can be faintly seen flowing like water.

The middle-aged man also sensed that something was wrong, and while maintaining the wind shield, with a wave of his staff, hundreds of wind blades flew towards the old man, trying to interrupt the old man's spell casting.

But it was too late, and in front of the old man there were thousands of sparks, and the sparks gradually expanded, turning into clusters of flames, and the flames gathered together to form a sea of fire.

With a wave of the old man's hand, a part of the flame was drawn out, surrounding the old man and forming a sealed fire cover.

The wind blade struck the fire shield, causing it to ripple, but it still held off the attack.

The old man waved his hand again, and the sea of fire turned into a huge stream of fire and flew towards the middle-aged man. The young man hurriedly waved his staff, blowing gusts of wind, which did not allow the flames to get close.

But where would the old man give the middle-aged man a moment of respite, and continue to chant incantations in his mouth.

As the old man's voice changed from slow to urgent, the flames expanded their territory step by step. In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man was shrouded in flames, and the situation became precarious.

But the middle-aged man was very tenacious, and no matter how turbulent the sea of flames was, he couldn't get within three feet of him.

The old man suddenly gathered his hands together and made a pious prayer, saying something in his mouth.

As soon as the old man's words were finished, a change protruded. The sea of flames began to rise, converging in mid-air.

At the same time, a huge roar came from outside the sky, and a huge coercion emanated.

The flames finally took shape, and everyone couldn't help but gasp when they saw it, this creature turned out to be a huge fire dragon.

After the fire dragon appeared, the old man's face was obviously pale, but he still insisted on directing the fire dragon to fly towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's wind shield collapsed under the impact of the fire dragon, and the fire dragon flew towards the middle-aged man with an irresistible momentum.

The middle-aged man knew that he could not resist and closed his eyes.

The fire dragon flew in front of the middle-aged man, turned into a ball of flames and dissipated. I don't know if the old man did it deliberately or if he was exhausted.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, showed a hint of admiration to the old man, and then faced the citizens with the old man and bowed shallowly.

The crowd of onlookers immediately erupted in thunderous applause.

As for the height of the two, anyone with a discerning eye can see it. The old man didn't take out a magic weapon such as a staff from beginning to end, so the middle-aged man had no time to take care of it, and the advantages and disadvantages were immediately apparent.

After the performance, it is the apprenticeship ceremony of the students. The crowd spread out a passageway, and out came a group of young men and women, most of whom were sixteen to twenty years old.

The young man and woman stood in the center of the square, and the black-robed man, led by the old man, immediately began to issue them with admission certificates from the Academy of Magic.

Everyone looked at these people with envy, and everyone knew that in a few years, these people would be high-ranking magicians.

There is also a lot of discussion about the identity of young men and women. Some insiders talked about what they knew, attracting onlookers from the people around them.

When the closing salute sounded, everyone reluctantly left, and did not forget to say a few interesting anecdotes about the magician when they left.

For these ordinary citizens, life is mostly uneventful, and being able to participate in such a large gathering will undoubtedly increase a lot of after-dinner conversations.

The teachers and students of the Academy of Magic also began to leave, and in order not to cause a disturbance in the crowd, the teachers and students of the Academy of Magic left under the cover of the guards. In the end, only a few passers-by remained in the square.

At this time, it was already noon, and the sun was radiating a blazing light without hesitation, so that people did not dare to face its edge.

From the beginning to the end, no one noticed that in that corner where the sun could not shine, there was a dark eye, staring closely at every move in the square. Especially when the fire dragon released by the black-robed old man appeared and when the admission certificate was issued to the students, these eyes flashed with a strange light.