Hawke followed Sir Des into the fine building, where the young man in the academic robe was silent behind them, and when he entered the door, he found that it was not a real room, but a corridor flanked by paintings, and some flowers unique to the world.

The corridor is more than three meters wide, and at the end stands a wooden door inlaid with bright black stones, although this thing is not valuable, but as a visual impact, it is still comparable to those gems and diamonds.

Bright black stone is produced by the associated ore of iron ore veins, bright and shiny as if it is a gem, in fact, this kind of thing should be a gem, but because there are such things around each ore vein, the value is not high if there is a large number, although there is a subtle magic guide surname, but this huge number of things, can not be called a magic material.

But the embellishments on some of the objects are still quite beautiful, especially shining in the sunlight, and the whole corridor and the wooden door show a different kind of brilliance.

"Cool."

Looking at the bright black stones that shone with black light, Hawke subconsciously held the heart of nature in his chest, and couldn't help but nod his head, the art of this world benefits from the praise of God, and it also has a fairly developed form, and the various musical instruments and singing forms are no less than the West in the eighteenth century in the previous life.

Just looking at these simple collocations, Hawke feels that he has even exceeded some standards in his previous life, even if it is the ancient Greek, Baroque, Gothic and other architectural styles and collocation styles in the previous life, it is not much, but of course, these things are also in the homes of the nobles and the rich, and they also have no fate with ordinary people.

Especially Hawke looked at the oil painting in the corridor next to him, although it was just a simple portrait, but it was already very fine to show the busts of the principals of this junior public school, and under the touch of that little brush, Hawke looked carefully, each character seemed to have its own temperament, this feeling, even felt that any portrait was a Mona Lisa!

"Ann, Dear Sir Des."

A waiter in a short white vest walked over, glanced at the three of them without leaving a trace, when he looked at Hawke, he was just stunned, with a certain envy, but when he looked at the waiter before, there was a slight doubt in his eyes, and his excellent quality made him not think too much, he still bowed lightly, and said softly: "Please come with me, Your Excellency the Dean and Your Excellency the University Scholar, and other guests are waiting for you in the living room." ”

At the end of the corridor behind him, three other waiters, also in short white vests, were standing straight in the doorway, and when they saw Sir Des walking in front first, they bowed slightly, showing excellent qualities, but in their eyes, the gaze of the waiter before them was still a little suspicious, as if they had never seen it before

"What's going on?" Hawke had already noticed the difference, and couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the young squire who was slightly half a step behind him, and the young squire who followed with his head down and muffled frowned slightly, and Hawke couldn't help but look at Sir Des who was still elegantly inlaid in front of him, and the strange feeling in his heart could not be described.

He had already been able to detect this situation, and with the great strength of Sir Des in front of him, Hawke absolutely did not believe that Sir Des had not found out, even if the gaze of those attendants only flashed slightly, but questioning the perception of an elf was as ridiculous as doubting the dwarven iron-striking skill!

"Well, thank you, please lead the way."

Sir Des nodded slightly, with a smile on his face that was not unusual in the slightest, but at some point a white cane appeared in his hand, with a glowing glow on the outside, which looked like a bone object, but in fact it was an expensive ivory cane, and it was carved with a thin layer of ornamentation, which added a bit of mystery and mystery.

The squire next to him walked forward first, and one of the squires in front of the door also made a gesture to open the door, if nothing else, they would enter the door in five seconds, but a squire who was standing straight suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of Sir Des.

"Sir Des, according to the information I have received, you can only bring one child into it."

He spoke softly, bowing slightly to Sir Des, he just looked at his chest, like the other squires, but the figure stood straight in front of the door, and his tone was respectful but not humble: "This is a necessary rule, not my personal opinion, I hope you will understand and abide by it." ”

The other three attendants were suddenly stunned, and subconsciously looked up at their chief attendant, this is the principal's most intimate attendant, who has served the principal of public schools for nearly ten years, and they have almost formed some kind of conditioned reflex, seeing the chief attendant in front of them, they also looked at the two figures behind Sir Des strangely.

However, they also automatically skipped Hawke's young body, because they had also received the information, although Sir Des recommended two places today, but the one who had already walked in before, but the young man who was a few years younger than them, looked up and down carefully, although this person was wearing a public school academic robe, but he really hadn't seen this face much, and it was obviously very unfamiliar.

"Mr. Squire, I did just bring a child here."

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, Sir Des gently held the delicate ivory cane, touched the ground under his feet, did not turn his head to look behind, but looked at the squire in front of him and said lightly: "I thought he was also a certain squire, but now it seems that it is not." As he spoke, he sniffed his nose lightly and couldn't help frowning slightly: "Negative energy, it really feels a little bad." ”

And just when Sir Des asked the squire in front of him what he looked like, Hawke had already noticed something different, and even heard some strange low grunt behind him, and it was accompanied by a special kind of qi slowly transmitted behind him, and that feeling seemed to make him feel quite happy in his heart?!

"Wait, what's wrong, it's not like this"

Hawke could obviously feel some kind of resistance from the natural heart hanging on his chest, but deep in his own heart, no, it should be said that in the depths of his soul, there was some kind of throbbing producing, and Hawke even found that it was not only for the natural heart on his chest, but also for the faint pleasure behind him, but he also felt the throbbing of the strange energy of cold and evil!

"Finally discovered?"

A low and hoarse voice came from behind him, but it was just a short sentence, and the strange aura in it even made people fall into the abyss and hell, and in the eyes of the four attendants, they were already shocked to find that the originally unfamiliar attendant was actually shrouded in a certain black fog all over his body, and even the academic robe began to [***], revealing the blood-red clothes inside.

The faint red mist was like blood, mixed with the black mist around it and quickly spread, all of this seemed to have passed for a few minutes, but it appeared in an instant in that short sentence, and in less than two seconds, the young man who was still handsome had already turned into an evil enemy shrouded in the black and red mist.

"Blood Red Mage!"

The chief attendant shouted involuntarily, with a certain fear and grief in his eyes, but his legs were already beginning to weaken, and he quietly took half a step back, but his heels were already against the wooden door. This feeling of retreating out of fear made him clearly feel the humiliation of his own timidity, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes and curse angrily: "You heretics! ”

The other three attendants were trembling behind him, compared to the elder and experienced attendant in front of them, the three of them were only twenty-three or four-year-old young men, although they had learned basic etiquette in the junior public school and had seen a lot of scenes, but now they were terrified.

Especially the figure in front of him, which was entangled in the red and black mist, had an evil and weird aura, which was itself a negative element of the symbol of evil, and the rich one was already the substance, and that title made them extremely frightened!

"Fuck, what the hell is going on?"

Hawke had already been in that incongruous moment, and instantly hid behind Sir Des next to him, and looked at the young waiter behind him with wide eyes slightly, and he turned out to be such a filthy appearance, this contrast even made him feel some kind of discomfort.

And in Hawke's perception, there were two forces that seemed to be about to rush out of his chest, a kind of power that even the soul could not hide, with a certain gentle strength, about to burst out, and this power mildness was for Hawke, and as for that infinitely powerful strength, it was issued to any enemy who dared to violate Hawke's majesty!

"Heretic, well, what you call it, it's really annoying."

That low and hoarse voice sounded, and in the black-red mist, a pair of hands that were as dry as corpses slowly held up in front of their chests, with a black ball of light, and a rich negative energy gathered in his hands, and the evil feeling in it was almost undisguised.

In the red-black mist, two terrifying eyes gradually looked in front of him, the voice had a little banter, as if he had already grasped the initiative, he looked at the back that slowly turned around, and let out his disdainful smile: "I want everyone to call me a terrifying blood-red mage!" ”

"It's just a bunch of poor fellows who gave up their souls to join the devil and gained some abilities."

The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, Sir Des's eyes were already incomparably green, and he looked at the figure in front of him wrapped in the red and black mist, he held his white ivory cane, raised it gently, and the green light appeared on the white ivory cane, and he poked hard into the ground with one hand: "Summoning celestial creatures!" ”

"Roar—"

Pure and rich positive energy instantly appeared under his feet, some kind of mysterious runes and enchantments were wrapped under Sir Des's ivory staff, forming a mysterious pattern, and then in the blazing white light, two figures instantly rushed out with a roar, directly pounced on the blood-red mage who was still wrapped in red and black mist.

"Celestial Tiger? It's such a cute little guy, do you feel angry when you see me? ”

With some kind of mockery, the blood-red mage was still condensing a rich black ball of negative energy in his hand, he looked up at the two white figures that pounced on him, and his mouth hidden in the red and black mist emitted a syllable with disdain, this is a specific energy application and not magic, and this energy application that is no less than the power of magic instantly formed a strong complex energy storm in front of him: "Negative energy impact!" ”

The two creatures that were still rushing towards the blood-red mage in mid-air instantly seemed to have suffered some kind of heavy blow, and the figures that swooped forward were directly frozen in the void, and as the blood-black storm rushed over and brushed their white bodies, the originally vigorous and majestic tiger body was instantly like a rubber product splashed with sulfuric acid, and the whole began to be blackened.

This is not traditional magic, just a certain energy use technique, but this skill is no less than the real fourth-level magic, and the ability to unleash this blow without spending precious spell slots is enough to show how powerful this blood-red mage entangled in the red and black mist is!

The storm formed by this energy turbulence, just like the most terrifying and famous hell monsoon in hell, directly turned the two celestial tigers into black dust, and dissipated with the impact of energy dissipation, as if it had never appeared, and even the celestial positive energy carried by the celestial tiger itself dissipated without a trace under the impact of this violent negative energy.

And although this move is infinitely powerful, it is also quite common in the hands of some strong people, especially the turbulent impact formed by negative energy, if it is not a hellish creature containing negative energy, I am afraid that it will be instantly transformed into the lowest demon larvae by that monsoon, and then become the most delicious food for those demons, as well as the most backbone demon circulation currency.

"Defend against negative energy enchantments!"

A calm voice came from behind Sir Des, also hoarse but by no means evil and weird, the wooden door was not opened, a white light was transmitted in an instant, forming a light shield in front of them, directly blocking the surging dark energy riot.

"Thorn la la-" has completely lost control, has become the negative energy of the disorder element, instantly bounced away by the light mask that emitted a faint white light, directly bombarded the corridors up and down, left and right, the violent energy directly lifted the wall skin and tore it, revealing the stones inside, and then continued to bombard the stones furiously, tearing those hard bluestones into a handful of stone powder.

"Defensive Arrow Enchantment!"

The calm voice sounded again, and the wooden door had been slowly opened, and an old man wearing a real scholar's robe slowly walked out, his wrinkled eyes narrowed slightly, and he held a thick rattan cane of nearly two meters in his hand and slowly moved forward, and at the top of the staff, a white gem the size of a fist was inlaid with it.

With the old man's slightly hoarse snort, the gem on the top of the thick vine staff instantly erupted with a burst of bright light, and then an enchantment of light was formed in front of Sir Des, and the rubble that was splashed by the violent energy instantly hit it with a "bang" sound, as if it hit a giant tower shield.

"The chaotic element turns into energy to attack, and it seems that there is a ** division in front of me."

The old man coughed lightly twice, his eyes were slightly squinted with high bags and swollen eyes, and what was shown in it was not the old man's usual dim gaze, but his eyes as sharp as an eagle, he stared at the blood-red mage in front of him whose black-red mist had faded a lot, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "It's really an honor to meet a rare blood-red mage here." ”

"Hmph, I didn't expect to see a scholar here!" The blood-red mage gritted his teeth slightly, and the black ball of light in his hand immediately shattered in his hand, turning into a rich negative energy that re-entwined his body, turning into an extremely black mist, like a barrier, covering his already looming dry body, as well as the deep fear.

"Fellow Cherman, I'm glad you could lend a hand."

Sir Des smiled and turned around, but the white ivory cane was still facing the direction of the blood-red mage, and a faint green glow appeared on the cane, slowly flowing with the carved ornament on it, and a certain natural aura was brewing, resisting the invasion of the increasingly dense negative energy in front of him.

"It's okay, I just saw a living blood-red mage again and was curious."

The old scholar named Chilman spoke slowly, nodded lightly at Sir Des, and then stared at the blood-red mage, took two steps forward, and then gently turned his head to the attendants and Hawke and said, "Headmaster Stern is answering inside, you five go first, this is no longer a battle you can design." ”

A blood-red mage at the ** division level can already release seventh-level spells, and until now he has not used the more than a dozen spell slots of that ** division, as well as the spells that come with the magic items on his body, it shows that this blood-red ** division also has a lethal killing ability, which should not be underestimated!

With the four scohers who are not first-level warriors, and Hawke, a thirteen-year-old child, not to mention being able to compete with this blood-red ** master, I am afraid that a finger is lightly pointed over, except for Hawke, who may dodge, the other attendants will definitely explode all over their bodies and become miserable corpses, and in the end, the blood has been souls and will be miserably enslaved by the blood-red mage.

"Want to go? It's not that simple. ”

The blood-red mage said a few words softly, the black mist all over his body was thick but he didn't know what he had done, Sir Des and Scholar Fairman were secretly nervous, but they didn't expect a shadow arrow to appear on the blood-red mage's fingertips in an instant, and rushed towards Hawke fiercely, and that speed was several times faster than ordinary shadow arrows?!

"The... Damn..."

As soon as Hawke was about to turn around and quickly enter the gate, he felt a chill in his chest, and then a powerful force broke something, mixed with the destructive force and rushed directly into his chest, and the word "shot" just came to mind, and the feeling that was originally in the body was about to move, as if breaking the barrier and breaking through the flood of the embankment, it rushed out violently in an instant.

"Ding... Gain mystical energy..."

"Ding... System rules patched..."

"Ding... Unlock the mod bloodline..."

"Ding... Unlock the Soul of the Void..."

"Ding... Unlock the Words of Destruction..."

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