Pieces of ruins appeared in front of Lear and then he passed by silently, the magic laboratory building, the research institute, the library, and the dormitory, which were only half of the wreckage and were still eroded by the wind and sand, did not give him much emotion.

Like a hurried passer-by, he paused for a moment as he passed the Magical Laboratory Building and glanced at the ruins that had long since completely collapsed—the place where he had lived the longest and the man who had enlightened him in the world of magic.

He came to a small ruined courtyard.

The vines that once covered the courtyard have long since dried up and rotted and turned into yellow sand, the dry climate of the desert has made spiders reluctant to build webs on the ruins, and the rocking chairs, coffee, and the old white-bearded man who always falls asleep with his books on his knees are long gone.

Time is the cemetery, and ruins are eternity.

Silently remembering the old man who cast an earth-shattering forbidden spell on the walls of Palofodi, Lear stepped into the thick yellow sand of the courtyard.

This was the home of the late Dean Kyle, and if he remembered correctly, there was once a huge magic circle here, and it was because of this circle that it worked uninterruptedly day in and day out to support the magical splendor of the once Palofodi.

You must know that it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, no matter how powerful a magician is, if there is no element to control, let alone daily research, it is extremely difficult to even cast a small fireball technique, and Palofodi, who is in the depths of the desert, is actually good at water magic, and the effect of this magic gathering array can be imagined.

Lear had felt the immense magical power contained in this place when he was an apprentice, but he was naturally not qualified to approach this place at that time, and he had all kinds of unrealistic speculations about it, and finally determined that there was a magic gathering circle here, which he did not understand until he grew up.

A chip of ice enveloped his instep and reached half of his calf the moment he stepped on the yellow sand, and the cold air continued to invade his pore muscles and bring a pinprick pain.

It was clear that he had stepped into some sort of forbidden area, and the circle's self-protection mechanisms were attacking him.

Lear smiled, and it seemed that he had not come to the wrong place.

With his current magic attainment, this level of prohibition naturally couldn't cause him any harm, and he didn't even need to use magic, the orange fighting qi flashed slightly on his calf, and the cold ice that wrapped his calf turned into a little fluorescent collapse in the air.

After the battle with Roland awakened the fighting spirit, Lear never stopped practicing this technique, although it was only two levels now, but as his cultivation deepened, he found that his physique had also been completely changed, not only in terms of strength and agility, but also when using spells, the flow of the elemental vortex had become much smoother and faster.

This means that he has a more efficient spell casting speed than other mages, and can even rush into the opponent's face with a knife to slash people, which is probably the true meaning of a battle mage.

Lear took another step forward, but with that step, the dissipated ice shards regained on his legs, this time much stronger than before.

It seems that the protection mechanism of the circle is like this, and if you step into this area without permission, the closer you get to the center, the more intense the repulsive attack will be.

After carefully assessing the damage that the ice spikes on the soles of his feet might cause to him, Lear took a step towards the center of the courtyard.

It's not that Lear is arrogant, but judging by the attacks released by the two circles just now, the little magic power left is not enough to cause him substantial damage.

If the circle was in full condition, he would probably be a hundred times more cautious than it is now, but more than three years have passed, and the circle has not been maintained in any way, and it has not completely dissipated, which has surprised Lear.

Once he finds the core, he must also try to repair the circle and reconnect the elemental leylines, otherwise the little power left in the circle will not be enough to support a large space magic.

However, with the power he has now, it shouldn't be so difficult if it's just repaired.

After nearly a hundred steps forward, a boulder that had been completely buried in the yellow sand, and hundreds of steps that winded downward, Lear finally stood on top of a huge underground plaza.

He extinguished the illuminated fireball in his hand, as the soft blue light emitted by the huge six-pointed star circle in the center of the square had completely lit up the underworld.

It's here.

When Lear stepped forward, he found that the six-pointed star he saw was nothing more than the center of the Gathering Magic Array, and beyond that, there were magic lines that continued to extend to all corners of the square, but the light on those lines had long since dried up, and only thick yellow sand remained.

This is also entirely in line with Lear's conjecture.

Not only the exterior lines, but even the edges of the glittering six-pointed star had traces of artificial chisel, and it was impossible for the Bracadas not to feel the presence of such a powerful circle after breaking through Palofodi.

Don't forget that Lear is just an apprentice of magic, and what he can do, the red-robed mages in Bracada certainly can't be blind.

This circle has been deliberately destroyed, which is why Lear's attack after entering the forbidden area is so weak, but of course this is only for him personally, and if an ordinary human man is subjected to such an attack, he will not immediately turn into an ice sculpture.

It seems that for unknown reasons, the Bracadans' destruction of this circle failed, and they had no choice but to seal the entrance with a boulder and abandon it, not wanting to cheapen Lear in a few years.

A ball of turquoise water fell from Lear's hand to the ground, and then centered on that landing point, circular waves of water continued to surge around, and the most minor cleansing technique in water magic was used just right here.

Soon the yellow sand covering the square was cleared, revealing the dense lines and notches inside, and Lear crouched down and began to study them intently.

Speaking of magic, although the magic and magic array are only one word, they are fundamentally two different concepts, just like scattering and gathering, one is to radiate the power of the elements to cause the greatest damage or effect, and the other is to accumulate to serve better effects.

Lear is good at the former but neglects the latter, and the few magic circles he has at his disposal are limited to the time and space gate and the summoning of various battle elements, but at this time, he can only bite the bullet.

Soon, fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

What had been thought to be a modest restoration was no less difficult than the geometric math of his previous life, and after an hour, he finally managed to fix his first magic pattern.

As the blue light in the six-pointed star array re-covered the pattern like a stream of water, the hundreds of still dark lines around it were also illuminated, and the serpent-like nicks writhed and intertwined as if they had woken up from an endless slumber, and then said "Come... Be merry...".

He resisted the urge to burn the Gathering Magic Array with a fire, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued to squat.

...... Ask for a ticket. Roll and beg.