The White Fan Academy of Magic lost to the little-known Qingteng Society!

This is even more shocking than the Gray Tower Wizard's defeat of the Huteng Academy of Magic. Although many out-of-town visitors don't know what these wizards from the Acropolis of Isu are, many magicians still know their strength. As the only group of magicians in the Acropolis, they are tasked with guarding the gates of hell, and they cannot survive without superior skills. Therefore, Hu Teng Magic Academy lost unjustly, and most people can accept this result.

But Bai Fan's high-achieving student lost to an unknown magic research team, which was a big surprise. This is something that has not happened in hundreds of years, and there has never been such a big upset in the Dawn Light Magic Team Tournament before.

When the news reached the Hutten Academy of Magic, the Archmage's students couldn't wait to report the shocking news to their mentors. Since losing the game, the legendary archmage Hu Teng's face has not been better, and everyone feels the need to make the teacher happy.

"What? Those greenhouse babies from Crotus also lost the game?" Hu Teng couldn't believe the result, "Did you really hear clearly?"

"Yes, teacher, that's what everybody just came out of the arena said. I also asked the apprentices of the White Fan Academy of Magic, and they confirmed the results of the competition. Hu Teng's student replied.

"Bai Fan actually lost, this is really rare. Hu Teng put down the Magic Scroll in his hand, "Does that mean our next match is against a student of Crotus?"

The young magician suddenly had a bad feeling: "Yes, teacher. ”

As soon as he thought of this, Archmage Hu Teng immediately stood up: "Hurry up and call Hawke and them, I have something to tell them." I didn't expect to be able to meet Bai Fan's gang, it's really good! I must give them a good look this time. ”

The young magician didn't dare to slack off, and immediately ran out to call Hawke and the others who were staying in the meditation room. Because they lost the game, they were sent to meditate in the meditation room and reflect on their mistakes.

Facing up to one's own shortcomings and thinking about how to improve this is also one of the secrets of Hu Teng's magic academy being able to grow into a first-line magic academy in just a few decades.

Somewhat anxious, Archmage Hu Teng kept pacing, and he had no interest in who would win the Dawn Light final. Now all he cares about is how to defeat the White Fan Academy of Magic in the next match and deal another blow to the lost Crotus.

Within the Ivy League, Greon is also having a headache.

Although the Fool Combo representing the Green Ivy League has advanced to the finals, two injured soldiers have been added at once, which makes him feel pressured. If you don't get three people on the field, the Fool Combo will be judged to lose the game. The match will be played in four days, but Bazok and Claes were seriously injured in the last game, and if they had recovered under normal circumstances, they would not have been able to make it in time for the final four days later.

Mendel had already returned from outside, and as the only druid in the Ivy League who knew how to heal, he had to come and take care of the two wounded. Thankfully, Claes suffered all exterior burns, and Mendel didn't find it difficult to deal with. But Bazok is different, as a poor demon physique, because of his excessive spell casting, the whole person is now like being hollowed out. If you follow the normal recuperation process, the fat man will not recover for half a month.

After some thought, Mendel decided to deal with Claes's injury first. He took out a dry oak tree, crumpled it, and sprinkled it lightly on Clais's burned area.

"Yo, you...... What are you doing, tap!" Chryss was stung by the shards that touched his skin, and he couldn't help but wake up from his slumber.

"Don't be nervous, I'm treating you. Mendel said expressionlessly, "It hurts a little, but gritted your teeth and passed." ”

"The spirit of the oak tree, the wind of healing, the temple of the saints, the source of life. O goddess of life, give your gift to a poor man. Mendel recited the eulogy of the temple of the Holy Forest, and every druid worshipped the goddess of life.

I saw Mendel's right hand gently raised, and the powder poured on Claes's wound began to emit a strange green light, pulling the burned skin to quickly regenerate and heal the scar. Affected by this rapid healing, Claes had to endure the intense pain that came with the process. But the pain was nothing compared to the healing techniques that the mage had mastered. Sometimes, in order to prevent the patient from dying of pain due to rapid healing, therapists have to perform severe hypnosis on the patient.

For Claes's painful look, Hayek showed a gloating expression at this time, it is rare to see the guy who opposes him all day long so embarrassed.

Naxi stayed in the corner, flipping through the magic codex in his hand. After listening to Rofez's description, he was surprised that his magical codex was not affected by the magic ban. Ever since he took the book from Nubis, it has caused him many doubts, and he wants to find out what the mystery of this ancient book in Nubis's collection is.

Compared to when I first accepted the book, others can already see its existence. But Naxi still remembered Nubis's teachings and did not give the book a chance to be read by anyone. It is a conventional taboo to look through other people's magic books in Yefaran, and no magician wants to reveal his hole cards to others. So even if Naxi's magic codex was a little weird, few people wanted to go through it.

Claes's screaming finally stopped after a while, and he felt like he had just walked around the entrance to hell in a sweaty sweat. That unforgettable pain, if he could, he didn't want to have a second time.

He immediately released a flash technique, and when he noticed that there was nothing unusual in his body, he let go of his hanging heart. With four days to go until the final round, Claes didn't want to miss this rare opportunity to see what the magicians from the Acropolis of Ysu were capable of.

"Can the fat man be cured?" Claes asked about Bazok's condition in the first sentence after he got up.

"Well, it's a bit difficult, it may take a little time. The druid said slowly.

Claes was a little worried: "Won't it be possible in the short term?"

He is also a magician, and he knows very well that Bazok, regardless of his personality, is very eager to play against the wizards of the Gray Tower. However, Claes is not a fat man at the moment, and he can't decide what to do to treat Bazok to ensure that he can play in the game in four days' time.

"I do have a way to make a fat man alive after four days, but it's a bit risky. If it fails, it may take up to two months for the fat man to fully recover. Mendel said.

It was a headache, and both Claes and Greon were frustrated. Since Mendel said that there is a way, there should be a good chance of pulling the fat man up. But the druids are not shy about the risks involved in the treatment process, and neither Claes nor Greon can make decisions on behalf of Bazok about whether or not to choose risky treatments for the sake of the game.

After a long silence, Greon said slowly, "Since the fat man is still in a coma, let's help him make this decision." He glanced at everyone present, and then said, "There are exactly seven people, one vote for each one, only for or against, and there are no abstentions." ”

"I'm in favor. Claes raised his hand and said, as a magician he felt that what he was thinking was what the fat man thought.

"I don't agree!" the weeping-eyed Rofes was the first to object, "you can't make decisions for Bazok like this. "As the person who has been with the fat man for the longest time, Luo Fei has a deep relationship with the fat man, and naturally he will not let Claes and them come nonsense.

"I'm against it. The druid is well aware of the risks of this treatment, and he feels that the game is not as important as Bazok's health. Shattered Wind also silently raised his hand and said, "I am against it, following the teachings of the goddess of life, we can't play with life at will. ”

At once, there were three people who objected, and the only one who was in favor, Claes felt very pressured. With just one more opponent, the fat man couldn't play in the last game, and he was forced to turn his attention to Greon for help.

"Honestly, I'd love to see your match against the Wizard of the Grey Tower. "Although the treatment is a bit risky, it doesn't hurt to give it a try." ”

Also as a magician, Hayek also said after seeing Grien's statement: "I want to see your game too." It's really depressing to not be able to participate in the competition, how I wish I could play in place of my beloved president, so that President Bazok doesn't have to put himself at risk, yes!"

On the decision on whether to let Bazok receive risky treatment, the Qingteng Club suddenly formed a tie with three votes in favor and three votes against. Everyone unanimously set their eyes on the most crucial vote, and Naxi suddenly found himself the center of attention.

"What's the matter, what just happened?" When Claes explained to him about Bazok's treatment, Nashi was lost in thought.

As a magician, he also wanted to have a good match with the wizard of the Grey Tower, and he couldn't sit back and watch Bazok take the risk of healing.

Just as he hesitated, the magic codex placed in front of the table once again appeared in words that only Naxi could see, and the distorted words turned out to be the lingua franca this time.

"Hesitating before the opportunity

Cower before the challenge

This is the normal state of human life

Don't wait until you miss out to regret it

Why couldn't I have been braver at that time?

People should have their own perseverance and courage

Even if sometimes it's not your battlefield

You should also take it in stride

Shouting: I'm coming!

- Carlos the Magician"

Just after Naxi finished reading the poem that suddenly appeared, the floating words that appeared on the page disappeared again, and there was no trace to be found.

Although he didn't know why the final scroll called the Magic Codex gave Naxi such a hint, after savoring the verses of a third-rate poet, he made his decision to cast the most crucial vote.

"Yes, I think Bazok must be looking forward to the showdown with the Wizard of the Grey Tower. Naxi said solemnly.

PS: I hate holidays, and the boss often chooses to play all night before the big holiday, so it is inevitable that he will break his promise again and apologize here. I was tossed for two nights in a row, and the rhythm was completely disrupted, and I was still a little dizzy. I just got up and made up a thousand words to send a chapter first, and before twelve o'clock in the evening, depending on the situation, I may send a second chapter.