Tyrenriel ruled for 100 years. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

North Continent Mercer, Obelisk, Hall of Trials.

Lancet looked out of the crowd into the center of the hall, where the mad noble knight of Makanna was slumped to the ground like mud as a sharp silver sword pierced through the back of his neck.

Warm blood splattered onto the half-human-tall black ceremonial cup in front of the corpse, slowly spreading through the mysterious and intricate patterns on the cup, forming bright red blood stains.

Hastings, the presiding judge of the Holy See, drew his saber and looked at the corpse still twitching on the ground, his resolute face flashed with a hint of regret, and his mouth let out a soft prayer.

"Mara will guide you back to your homeland, comrade-in-arms!"

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"Mara is on top! This is already the seventh......"

"Oh my God...... Will there be no one to pass this year? ”

"Tut-tut, this advanced trial is terrifying......"

"This doesn't bode well......"

There were whispers and whispers from the crowd around the Hall of Trials, and during the three days of Advanced Mage Trials, fourteen Trialists, including seven Mage Apprentices and seven Noble Templars of Makana, had all failed - they may have died in a dangerous nightmare; Or be possessed by one of the demons and be sent back to the "homeland" by the hands of the Judge Chief.

"In the 100 years of the Reign Calendar, no one has passed the mage trial...... "Lenster recalled the records he had seen in the history books of the Great Library of Hedr in the game, and pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly.

Seven days ago, he was trapped in a coma in the Witherclaw Forest, and was fortunately rescued by the adventurers who had gone to the Mage Tower to participate in the trial, and brought him to this obelisk.

After waking up to experience a brief period of pain and confusion, Ranster resigned himself to the seemingly absurd fact of traveling into the game in the form of a character in the game, and began to try to remember the direction of this history.

The Mage Obelisk is the cradle of Mage Tyrenriel, but what makes Lenster's memory even more memorable is its other nickname, the Mage Cage.

Every citizen of the three empires who possessed a talent for spells was brought to this isolated tower, where most of them spent their entire lives. Even if they have the opportunity to leave here through trials or quests, the blood talisman that is kept in the secret storage room of the Mage Tower, containing their own blood, will leave their whereabouts completely secret.

As an unidentified person of unknown origin, the Council of Order of the Obelisk will never let him leave easily. And this ongoing trial, which is destined to survive, is Ranster's only chance to get out of here.

Once you've become a Trials partner with the Mage's Apprentice and survived the Demon Nightmare, you'll be able to swagger out as the Obelisk Guardian Knight - you'll get enough knightly badges and rewards from the Chief Mage to buy a piece of land in any area of the Heder Possessions and enjoy the rest of your life.

Of course, only if you live.

Lanster turned his head to look at his companion - he could clearly feel the breathing of the girl next to him grow rapid from his professional sensibilities.

"Scared?" He tilted his hair as he asked, a smile habitually tugging at the corners of his mouth, as if it was not himself who might end up in the same fate as the Templar just now, but someone else.

"Do we have a choice?" Moria looked at the half-elf man with a relaxed expression, and was inexplicably upset. She asked rhetorically, feigning her composure, her eyes looking across the hall.

Randster followed her gaze to capture the target of the female mage's apprentice, and the culprit who led the two to such a situation - Anvre Tagus.

Anvre Tagus, the second son of the dragon knight Vaugne Tagus, the scum of Dragon City Grum, the disgrace of Tagus.

This guy has too many nicknames, and almost every resident of Dragon City will talk about it and gnash their teeth. But because of his father, even Andrei the Great, who now sits on the throne of the dragon bone, turned a blind eye to what he was doing, and did not want friction and conflict with the Tagus.

And yesterday, Lancet's act of rescuing Moriah from under his nose completely annoyed the Marquis of Dragon City.

You must know that she is the Marquis's favorite "prey".

"Regret it?" Seeing Lancet beside her looking at the Marquis of Dragon City, the female apprentice couldn't help but ask in his slightly mocking tone.

This feeling of recovering a city in words made the female apprentice's already nervous mood relax a lot, and there was even a hint of a teasing smile on the corner of her mouth.

When the other party saved him yesterday, the female apprentice vaguely guessed that his purpose at that time was not simple.

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At that time, the words that the half-elf had said to himself were still in his ears, and they strengthened Moria's thoughts.

"Miss Mage, we have offended a terrible person, even if you are Master Elohim's favorite chief apprentice, I'm afraid he won't go against a Marquis of Dragon City for you, not to mention that he still holds the title of a member of the Council of Order."

"Our purpose is actually the same, you want to get rid of that guy's entanglement, and I'm going to get out of here."

"Participating in the Mage Trials is the only way we can achieve our goals. Trust me, Miss Mage...... If I wasn't absolutely sure, I wouldn't have made such a request from you. ”

Lancet wanted to use this opportunity to get out of this prison, and she couldn't do it!

"Hopefully your plan will work."

"It's worked, hasn't it?" Ranster replied lightly, "The fact that we are now standing here shows that the honorable Councillor Anvre has not made a fuss about your request to participate in the trial this morning. ”

The half-elf's inky eyes locked tightly on the figure who was lazily lying on the velvet chair, and the doubts in his heart became heavier and heavier.

Anvre's nonchalant look now is almost the same as yesterday's stalking.

To say that the Marquis of Dragon City was going to give up on getting a female apprentice, Lenster would not believe it anyway.

Isn't he afraid that the woman he likes will die in the trial? Or was he meant to get Moria this far...... If this is really the case, this Marquis of Dragon City is really incomprehensible.

With this kind of person, Lancet can only secretly remind himself to be more careful.

As for you...... What secrets are hidden?

He turned his head to look at Moriah as if he were seeing a female apprentice for the first time.

Demigod Moria, this is the achievement of a female mage known to Lancet before the crossing.

For the first time, he felt that Moria, who could become a demigod, must have some secret hidden behind her, a secret that would make the forces of Dragon City painstaking.

Moria's brow furrowed a little irritably, she didn't like the man's dark eyes as sharp as a wolf in the night, which made her feel indescribably uncomfortable.

While dodging the other party's aggressive gaze, the female apprentice didn't notice that her inadvertent small movement of turning her head made the tiny black tear mole under the corner of her left eye look even more attractive.

A long black and shiny hair was casually pulled into a bun and coiled behind his head, and the loose apprentice robe on his body could not hide his graceful posture at all, and his delicate facial features coupled with the cold temperament that naturally exuded - Lancet sniffed the faint blue flower fragrance emanating from the other party's body, rubbed his somewhat aching forehead, and muttered quietly in his mouth.

"Mauria Heather, don't let me down."

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Not surprisingly, shortly after the Templar's death, the mage's apprentice next to him lost his vital signs—and his soul had been dead in the nightmare, and he had been reduced to a corpse.

"It's our turn." Ranster moved his neck and stiff shoulders for a moment, and whispered.

Moriah didn't speak, she nodded silently, the emerald green apprentice's wand clutched tightly in her hand.

After eight trials, none of the sixteen trialists survived, and a trace of fear and despair gradually began to grow in the hearts of the female mage apprentices.

The oppressive silence in the hall was broken by an old voice, and Chief Mage Eloin slowly announced the list of the next group of trialists after seeing the two corpses being carried away by the guard golems.

"The next group - Moriah and ...... Lanster. ”

Before the old mage could finish speaking, Lancet and the girl beside him had already come out of the crowd, and at this moment he could clearly perceive the fragility hidden beneath Moria's seemingly strong exterior.

Some people began to talk to each other, and there were whispers in the crowd.

"Adventurer...... Tsk, how long has it been since you've seen adventurers participate in the Trials Ritual? ”

"Just this guy who is the same as a girl, how much real ability can he have?"

"That guy is a half-elf, I think there should be two hits......"

"I heard that I provoked the marquis over there yesterday, and I didn't want to die so I came to participate in the trial."

"It's a pity that I'm going to die sooner this time."

"The black-haired and black-eyed elf, tsk, it's really a mongrel......"

Slowly, similar voices began to become unscrupulous.

"This is the witch that the scum of Dragon City has a crush on? Looks really good......"

"It's a pity that the fragrance is about to die...... Hey hey ......"

From time to time, there were whispered teasing similar to this in the crowd, but they were quickly stopped by the people around them.

"Stupid, don't you shut up! Do you want to see your corpse stripped and hung in the withered claw forest outside the tower? ”

The ridicule and low laughter came to an abrupt end, and some people couldn't help but shudder when they remembered the miserable scene they had seen in the withered claw forest when they first arrived a few days ago.

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"Oh, it looks like we're pretty famous." The half-elf let out a soft sneer, and his steady pace was not affected in the slightest.

Moria let out a soft snort in agreement, and the tension and fear of the demon crept up into her heart.

The two of them slowly approached the black ceremonial cup in the center of the hall along the passage where the crowd had automatically separated, and the floor where the corpses had been lying was now only a pool of fresh or dried blood, telling of what had happened to the previous trialists.

Moriah clenched her wand tightly in her hand, gritting her teeth and breathing deeply.

Ranster saw all this, and the corners of his habitually upturned mouth slowly calmed down.

Although he wanted to use Moria's spell to help him, looking at the other party's state of trance, I am afraid that even if he succeeds in entering the nightmare, he will end up dead.

At the end of the day, the Demon Nightmare is primarily a test of the trialist's tenacity of mind and will.

"Do you want to give up? It's not too late. ”

It was the first time for Moria to see such a serious expression on the face of the half-elf, and after being slightly stunned, her anger was aroused by his words.

"Give up? Do you want me to go and kneel in front of that bastard and lick his boots? The female apprentice slowly raised her head, her eyes fixed on Ranster's gaze, and said word by word, "In that case, I would rather die!" ”

With that, Moria grabbed the blood-stained dagger on the black ceremonial cup and slashed her wrist.

A wisp of warm blood dripped down his white wrist into the black ritual cup, and the surface of the dark red liquid in the cup, which had been calm for a moment, suddenly churned and jumped, as if some extremely dangerous creature was muttering like a curse in it, which made people feel fear.

The blood of the devil began to boil.