"Brother Yuan, will you definitely choose the mage profession?"

It was Chen Yuting who asked the question, and after a few days of hard work, everyone finally rose to level 10 together.

Level 10, which is a watershed moment in the Divine Realm, truly represents the beginning of the journey of the Divine Realm.

However, it also represents the beginning of a truly brutal ordeal.

From now on, you are no longer immortal!

However, it also represents the beginning of the sublimation of life.

As long as you choose a certain profession and pay a certain membership fee of the professional association, you can learn the corresponding basic skills.

What's more, all of your divine realm skills can be fully used in reality.

After all, reality was originally a fragment of the divine realm, but it was so low that even the primordial gods did not exist.

Zheng Yuan's answer is yes.

He is now obsessed with the various permutations of the fire element, and he has perfected the fireball technique.

Coupled with the bonus of the god-level Vivien Li's gem, coupled with his innate strong perception of the fire element, if he didn't have a fire method, it would be a bit too wasteful of talent.

Chen Yuting nodded and said to everyone: "In this way, let's go from one association to another." Let's go to the Mage Guild first. ”

When everyone came to the 2-story Garland City for the first time, everything was new, especially the *** architectural form similar to the Persian Empire on Earth, which opened everyone's eyes.

Compared to the 1st floor of Oroya Castle, the 2nd floor of Garan Castle is brighter.

It has a magical sky, and there is an artificial sun in the sky, radiating a soft light.

Similarly, the 18 2-storey trees of 18 ancient trees form a complete Garland City. Where Chen Yuting and others are located, it is the No. 1 urban area.

Compared to the rarity of the indigenous creatures of the first-story city of Uraya, these two floors can be said to be thriving.

The wide and bright streets are full of all kinds of creatures.

There are carts, there are burdens, there are hawkers, there are jugglers, and it is very lively.

And because the 2nd and 9th layers are the unique forbidden layers of the Ancient Tree God Realm, the ones that are seen the most in the city are termites and black ants.

Although the two ant-man species are naturally hostile, they only dare to move their mouths and stare here, but they dare not smoke their hands.

Because, that magic sun in the sky is not an ornament.

Whoever does it, it will immediately descend a red sun light and turn into a firebird, even if you are at the full level of level 99, it will be evaporated immediately.

The stalls on the streets were next to each other, some selling medicines, some selling herbs, some selling weapons, and some juggling.

This is a place that is no different from a human city, where human beings live and need food, clothing, shelter and transportation.

In addition to Ant-Man, there are also caterpillar people.

The caterpillar people, who have not fully evolved, have cute round heads, but their bodies are section by section, which makes everyone look uncomfortable.

There were also the nezumen, with a long tail wagging around, each with six long whiskers.

It is said that every nezumi is a natural thief.

In addition, there are mantis people who are born swordsmen, people who are born war singers, shell people who are born football experts, and so on.

Anyway, they are all related to big trees, and they all rely on big trees to live.

A tall brazier stood high in the doorway of the Mage Guild, and a suspended seven-colored elemental fireball burned in the basin, floating and sinking.

The seven-color elemental fireball is the symbol of the Mage Guild.

Mage is a very money-burning profession, so there is no one at the door of the Mage Association.

In the hall, a mothman who looked like he was about to die of sleep was reading a thick book on a mottled grass rattan chair.

He was opening his mouth to recite strange syllables, melodious and vicissitudes.

Chen Yuting was a mage in his previous life, but after he was reborn, except for the instantaneous fireball technique, all the spells were not brought to this life.

However, he is a grandmaster-level speaker, and he knows that this old clerk of the Mage Guild reads the ancient elven language.

According to legend, the origin of magic is to come from the ancient elves.

A group of seven people walked into the hall.

The old man looked up at the crowd and immediately put the book down.

He asked in a vicissitudes of voice, "Young man, are you here to learn magic?" Becoming a mage is the most glorious thing in this world. However, not everyone can become a mage. ”

Chen Yuting had heard this cliché once in his previous life.

However, human beings who have entered the divine realm have a peculiarity, that is, they can choose any profession, that is, anyone has the ability to practice any profession.

However, everyone has different strengths.

For example, Du Xinhu is not interested in magic by nature, and it is also powerful to put a fireball.

But he likes to slash with a big sword in his hand, and he is a natural berserker material.

Chen Yuting hadn't figured out what to choose for another profession in this life, so this time he came to the Mage Association to help Zheng Yuan join the club.

He pushed Zheng Yuan with his hand and motioned for Zheng Yuan to speak.

Zheng Yuan bent respectfully in front of the old man in his wheelchair: "This teacher, it's me who wants to learn magic." ”

The old moth man looked at Zheng Yuan.

Seeing that Zheng Yuan was not only strangely fat, but also sitting on a strange chair, looking disabled, he shook his head and said:

"Young man, my idea teacher is not suitable for you, because you are born with a disability, your legs and feet are inconvenient, and some magic needs to be cooperated with foot skills."

Chen Yuting didn't want to waste too much time, so he lowered his head and said in Zheng Yuan's ear: "Put a big fireball at him!" Rest assured, this is not a fight, it is a test. ”

With a wave of Zheng Yuan's hand, a fireball the size of a millstone shot towards the old mothman.

The old mothman's already bulging eyes immediately grew three times larger, and then the moth feather tentacles on his head intersected, and a small purple fireball appeared in front of him in the air. With a whoosh, it hit the big fireball shot by Zheng Yuan, and both of them were annihilated in mid-air.

The old moth man stood up from the grass rattan chair with a happy face, habitually touched a pair of feather horns on the top of his head, stretched out his hand to the void, and there were lines condensed in mid-air, forming a burning colorful fireball pattern.

"Don't move!" The old moth man whispered to Zheng Yuan, and then stretched out his hand, and the colorful fireball pattern slowly flew towards Zheng Yuan's forehead.

Chen Yuting knew that this was to mark the mage, and he was afraid that Zheng Yuan would not understand the movement, so he also reminded: "Brother Yuan, don't move, it will be fine." ”

The colorful fireball finally stuck to Zheng Yuan's broad forehead, and then extinguished with a snap.

Looking at Zheng Yuan again, there was a very obvious purple flame pattern on his forehead, as if it was beating and burning.

White, yellow, red, purple, and seven colors represent the five levels of mortal mages. And the god-level mage will turn into a golden flame flower pattern.

These colors represent your control, perception, and comprehension of magic. In fact, it has nothing to do with your own level, only with talent and acquired efforts.

For example, some level 99 mages still have a white flame ball pattern on their heads, but Zheng Yuan, who is level 10, is already a purple flame.

The Mage Mark is not only a symbol totem, but also has a bonus effect that increases mana and mana regeneration rate.

The old moth man trembled reflexively, walked to an old box, and took out a natural magic wooden staff, as well as a skill book of the Fire Pillar Technique, and a thin booklet, and motioned for Zheng Yuan to come over.

Zheng Yuan slid his wheelchair to the old mothman's side.

The old moth man looked at Zheng Yuan carefully again, and said in a very solemn tone: "Young man, you have a very rare ability to control the fire element, and now, you are already a member of the Mage Association. ”

(End of chapter)