A week had passed since those prologues, and on the first day of the class, the homeroom teacher of the bamboo class had taught all the students how to cultivate magic, that is, to gather magic through meditation on weekdays. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The curriculum of the Intermediate Magic Academy is mainly divided into two major courses, and graduating from here is not as difficult as imagined.

Master all kinds of classified elemental magic, for example, David has the element of fire, you must learn all the magic before the title of magician, whether it is auxiliary or attack magic, those who pass can graduate, and those with excellent grades can also get a place for further education, of course, this place is quite rare.

Three years seems to be a lot of time, but in fact, it seems that a lot of time has passed in a blink of an eye, and the rewards of the same effort are very large, and the relaxed policy of the Intermediate Magic Academy, even a student with extremely poor talent can pass the test in diligent cultivation.

After all, the realm of a magician can only be regarded as an entry level, and after the title of magician, there are already a very few people who have reached one, almost all of them are a watershed, and there are naturally not a few people who die in the watershed and can't move for half a minute, if you want to look at the talent, David's talent can be called the talent made by God, even if he doesn't work hard, his daily magic progress under the same situation is amazingly fast, but this can only play a rapid progress effect after the same hard training.

Located in the southeast of Maple Fire City, a forest with gloomy seasons, several instructors who teach, and a group of students sitting in front of them, looking at the little lamb who is not surprised by everything with greedy eyes.

In the scorching heat, the depths of this forest still feel extremely cold, the area is at a higher altitude, and the rise of this forest is also very special, and because the elements of magic are too pure, some plants have even mutated, so this forest will look so barren.

"Can anyone tell me what the role of a magician is on the battlefield?" a strong, fierce-looking man with muscles in his head, rounded his staff as if swinging a stick.

"We are the mainstay of the Magic Alliance, playing the most aggressive ranged warriors, attacking, attacking and attacking, the demons are afraid of us because of this, we are the pride of the sky born under the elements, and we are the strongest firepower that the Alliance is most proud of. A student who looked like he was reading a dead book stood up with a magic book in his arms, looking trembling, because when he stood up, he was greeted by everyone's eyes, and he also carried the hope of all students, he was the best honor student in the bamboo class for all to see.

There are often strange sounds near the forest, and the students will shrink their heads in fear when they hear the sound, Phoenix's assistant instructor is a strong man who looks full of flesh, his appearance is not good, and he does not look like a magician who takes the route of the law system, however, there is a trace of disdain on his face, especially after hearing the student's answer, his face shows a trace of mockery and disdain, and he sucks hard with anger, and snorts, and the student who stood up was so frightened that the book in his hand fell to the ground.

The first-year bamboo class students, magic attendants, don't have much combat effectiveness, it seems that even magic has only recently been learned, and the magic that can be learned is even more of a few, after all, they are all just starting out in the academy, and their own magic is not strong, and the initial task is to meditate, through advanced methods, further learn and master the elemental magic from the primary level.

"I'm so disappointed, is this the result of your realizations for more than a month?"

"Isn't there a student who answers? Otherwise, you will all be punished for his wrong answer, it's too much, it's not as good as a year, and what kind of rubbish is the students who are brought in by the top? ”

The assistant instructor's eyes were full of disdain, in its opinion, these doll soldiers were not enough to learn magic, the assistant instructor's name was Qiao Lang, an excellent teacher in the Intermediate Magic Academy, notoriously strict, most of the students who went out under him became the league's plastic talents, but there were also some talented students who couldn't stand the strict education, and ruined the career of a magician, just because he would never release water because the object was a child, even if the object was an old, weak, sick and disabled demon.

As long as he has the blood of the demon race in essence, and has not done anything bad, this instructor will also say that this kind of demon is heinous, and some students will reason with him in the classroom, and the punishment will not be light, then there will be no students who are not interested in arguing with him, and quarreling will inevitably provoke the instructor's revenge, and this revenge is almost fatal to the magic attendant who is still very weak.

David saw the current situation very clearly, in other students who were oppressed by the instructor to die and live, it seems that he is the only one who does not say anything angry, burying his head in hard practice, and some instructors come to provoke him and do not speak, over time, the instructor feels that he is not stable at all and does not come to provoke him, just like Mr. Jill said, no one in the war will let you live because you are weak, on the contrary, as long as the weak side is not strong, there will be a danger of annexation.

"Isn't it?what did your teacher teach you, isn't it?" Qiao Lang scolded dissatisfiedly, and even the other teaching assistants who followed behind him had a trace of panic and fear in their eyes, but even if the students couldn't cope with it, even the adult magicians, and even the warriors of the Warrior Alliance, were afraid of the possibility of being more than auspicious when they faced his temper.

"Tell me, why do you want to be a magician!" Qiao Lang's angry eyes swept over the students around him, and among them, he pointed to a little girl with a ponytail.

The girl's weak voice rang out, "No, my family wants me to be a magician..."

Qiao Lang's face showed a little uncomfortable, "Okay, you sit down." As he spoke, he poked his finger at the frightened and pale girl and motioned for him to sit down, his eyes full of hatred, and his strong dissatisfaction was expressed in a strong roar.

"Yes, instructor. The girl sat cross-legged and held the magician in her arms.

"You..." Qiao Lang walked around the student, silently looked at the student who was not very good-looking, and had his own plan in his heart, and then walked behind another boy who seemed to have a strong mental endurance and stopped, "Can you answer the question just now? With that, Qiao Lang turned his back.

"Yes. While speaking respectfully, the instructor looked carefully at a slightly immature boy, and saw that he stood up without fear, and his face was also full of some anticipation.