In fact, the first time I heard that two young Night Elves were coming to ask me to enter Nazaras Academy through the back door, I refused in my heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Tyrion thought.

Because, if you can't let me escort it, I'll immediately agree to escort it. FIRST OF ALL, I WANT TO GIVE IT A TRY, BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BE "DUANG" BY OTHER TUTORS AND STUDENTS AFTER THE ESCORT IS OVER, AND YOU WILL BE BEATEN TO THE GROUND. It's stupid and humiliating, so that other tutors will definitely scold me when they come out, and it is impossible for Nazaras College to admit such a student, which proves that my discipline is nothing more than that.

So I want to prove that they are indeed creative talents and are eligible for exceptional admission. Because I want my tutors to see that I will admit them after the assessment, and you will be like this after the assessment!

But watching Simon take a deep breath and pose as if he was facing a great enemy, Tyrion's heart was still a little uneasy - this guy really can't even use an attack spell, right?

The person who wrote to him had done him a great favor, and it could be said that he had almost reinvented him, and Tyrion had sworn in Elune's name that he would repay him. And now the other party's request is so simple for him, because he opened his mouth to escort the two students, and no one will object. But it's so difficult, because if you don't take the test, it would be a violation of Tyrion's long-standing principles of life.

Kindness and principle, Tyrion struggled and swayed inwardly as he waited. He really hopes that Simon can come up with strength that will keep him from getting tangled.

However, Tyrion's distraction, Simon, who was also nervous, didn't notice it at all.

He had been turned over by Narimi's pitiful expression, and was desperately searching for the strongest spell he could think of.

Even if you are a flame or an arcane, it is still the best safety of the frost type and will not cause an explosion.

Simon's hand was a little rusty in the air, and he began to trace the magic pattern. The strange thing is that it was the first time to use this spell, and there was still some hesitation when the first pen was written, and there was still some apprehension when the first syllable was pronounced. But his body seemed to remember the spells, and his fingers sped faster and faster in the air, completing the drawing of the magic pattern with a speed that Simon himself felt unbelievable. The spell flowed out of his throat as if he had recited it countless times.

The breath of frost erupted, and the temperature in the air continued to drop.

One by one, two, three, ice spikes floated above Simon's head, like a beautiful crown of frost.

Tyrion's face retracted from his carelessness, and began to become serious. He even felt the aura of frost condense on his arcane barrier, forming pale white ice flowers.

This kid's strength seems to be stronger than he thought.

At least this kind of spell is not possible for the junior students of Nazaras Academy to cast. Thinking like this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart. But it didn't stop Simon.

After all, he himself said that he wanted to test Simon, and if he stopped halfway, wouldn't it seem as if he couldn't stop the other party's attack.

How does this work?

"Glacial puncture!"

Tyrion was just a flash of thought, Simon's spell had taken shape, and the tiny ice spikes above his head had quickly merged into a thick icicle, the size of a man, and roared towards Tyrion.

Tyrion's eyes widened as he watched the icicle smash into him.

Dry! I played it myself.

I slapped my swollen face, and I had to hold it up even if I died.

Tyrion stepped forward with his arms and pushed the magic of his whole body hard, but the oncoming ice spikes were fast and fierce, and the PIU crashed into his barrier in one fell swoop, and the huge impact forced Tyrion to immediately withdraw his arms and shrink the barrier, blocking all the energy in front of him.

With a single breath, the arcane barrier shattered, and the arcane energy shattered and exploded into countless frost thorns, and the countless explosions occurred in an instant, forming a deafening loud sound.

As soon as the magical energy in the Frost Thorn was depleted, it quickly smoked.

I saw that the place where Tyrion had been standing was so thick and steamy that he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Simon......" Narimi blinked, looking at him with some concern. Like this...... Will it be too heavy? ”

Simon was also a little embarrassed, he looked at his hand and was about to speak. The door slammed open.

Andres rushed in.

"What happened? What was that? Hey? You ......"

Seeing Simon and Narimi unscathed, Andrese was dumbfounded.

As Curator Tyrion's assistant, Andres knew his old pedantic temper best. It's really fatal to be pedantic, and no one's account is sold when the temper comes up, and the most hated thing in life is the relational household. Andres has a good impression of Simon, and with Estina's relationship, it is inevitable that there will be some ideas to help. Hearing such a big movement inside the door, her first reaction was that Tyrion has been in a bad mood lately, so she won't be too heavy on the two children, right?

Who knew that as soon as she rushed in, she saw that it was Simon and the two who were fine, and it seemed that something was wrong...... Tyrion.

Uh, that's embarrassing, huh?

That boss would love to see his subordinates look embarrassed!

Seeing Simon and Naremi's innocent expressions looking at her, Andres let out a lament in her heart. What do you have to do, I'm really tired, I can't love.

Tyrion's voice sounded muffled. "Andres, you take them to the admissions." A sign flew out of the smoke and fell into Andres's hands.

"Yes, leave it to me." Andres replied quickly, and then ran away from the curator's office with two people in one hand, not forgetting to close the door for the curator thoughtfully before leaving.

After doing all of this in a flash, Andres patted her chest and asked, "Which of you did that?" ”

Narimi lowered her head and wrung her fingers uneasily. Simon's chest straightened. "Me, what's wrong?"

Andrés hated the iron and poked him in the head with her finger. "You guy, why are you engaged in such a big battle? I thought something was wrong! ”

Although being poked made Simon a little speechless, seeing that Andrez looked worried about him, Simon was not easy to be angry with her. He said angrily, "He himself wants me to use the strongest spell I can use!" Now blame me? ”

Andres was speechless for a moment. "Well, anyway, it's just a matter of passing the interview anyway. Let's go, follow me to the formalities. ”

Inside the door, a layer of frost was still frozen under the feet of Curator Tyrion, who had just been shattered by the aftermath of the loss of magic, and he stomped his somewhat numb feet, looked at the messy office, and his heart collapsed.

Blame me?!

However, that kid's frost-based spells are really good, and being able to reach this level at such a young age is really a talent that can be created.

Although Director Tyrion is old-fashioned, he is still very merciful for the students who are recognized by him. He thought, perhaps, he could look at the face of the old man and lift him?