It was such a question, followed by a somewhat wooden nod, and then ushered in an experience even more painful than the life of a beggar. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I don't know how many times Pound thought he wouldn't survive today, but tomorrow's sun still shines on his fat face, still so bright and dazzling.

In just one year, Pound has completed the road from a magic apprentice to a junior mage, not because of his high magical talent, but because he has a teacher who does not spare his life.

It was a completely oppressive education that allowed him to do this, and if Pound's magical talent alone, I am afraid that he would only be able to barely learn a little magic knowledge, and he would have been only a magic apprentice all his life, because he had almost no magical attributes, but there was a little, almost imperceptible trace of everything.

And his spiritual power is much weaker than that of mages of the same age, after all, he has only just come into contact with magic at the age of thirteen or fourteen, unless there are rare medicinal materials to help him expand his spiritual domain, no one can change all this, and this medicinal material cannot be taken out even if the Pope is afraid.

But it is precisely because of his complex magical attributes that he is more suitable for a kind of magic cultivation, that is, the magic circle. After the teacher forcibly squeezed all kinds of magical elements into his body, and through almost sleepless forced meditation, he combined with these complex magical elements, and finally Pound revealed his amazing talent.

How many miracles can be created on those fat hands?

An incomparably complex high-level magic scroll, if it was drawn by the same high-level mage, I am afraid it would take ten days, but Pound only needed three days, of course, the scroll he drew was actually not a high-level scroll at all, but I was afraid that it was not even as good as a low-level scroll, because he could not infuse enough magic energy.

But none of this was a problem, because he had a teacher of a high-level mage, and his teacher had a group of friends who practiced all kinds of magic, and when he finished drawing, his teacher would find someone to pour enough magical energy into the magic nodes he had drawn to make this near-perfect scroll work as it should.

Pound didn't know the value of the magic scroll before, until a few years later, when he began to practice low-level forbidden spells, because the magic power was not enough to support him to complete a complex magic node, causing the entire scroll to be scrapped, his teacher actually pulled his hair in pain and screamed: "One hundred thousand gold coins, it's gone!"

Of course, 100,000 gold coins is not the price of a low-level forbidden spell, but only the price of a blank scroll and a magic potion, just because he didn't finish the drawing of that node, and everything was scrapped.

Surprisingly, the teacher did not blame him, but stroked his head lovingly, although his face was still very ugly, but the language was apologetic: "Child, I don't blame you, I am too greedy." Then the teacher sighed meaningfully: "Child, you are destined to go down in history in the future, I should no longer selfishly delay your future, you should go to the Academy of Magic, where is the place you should go."

It was also because of one sentence that Pound's fate was changed again, and when he entered the Omar Imperial Academy of Magic with his teacher a few days later, the whole person was completely stunned.

The Academy of Magic is adjacent to the royal capital, as if it is an acropolis in the royal capital, but its grandeur is huge, no more than a principality, there are beautifully carved sculptures everywhere, and there are exquisitely drawn magic runes everywhere, so that this huge academy will not be contaminated with the slightest dust even if it is not cleaned for a hundred years, and no one can imagine that such a precious magic material is actually just for dusting, but this is enough to prove the luxurious atmosphere of the Omar Academy of Magic.

A magic academy that stood at the top of the entire world quietly ushered in an ordinary fat boy, without the imaginary welcome scene, as if he didn't exist at all, his joining did not cause the slightest wave, because he was too ordinary at the moment.

After a few years of study, his talent completely subverted the academy's perception of him, at this time Pound was already an intermediate mage, but he could already complete the drawing of low-level forbidden spells, and his cultivation of the magic circle had reached an immeasurable height, but all this was not glorious.

Maybe it's the experience of his youth that makes Pound's eyes always inadvertently revolve around the beautiful female mage of the magic academy, maybe no one pays attention to such a mediocre mage whose magical talent is more mediocre than his appearance, but it gives Pound many opportunities to get close to beautiful women.

Because his cultivation of the magic circle is quite good, at a magic festival, he was arranged to go to the temple to assist in drawing the magic circle, and it was that time that he knew that there was actually a group of priestesses in the temple, each of them had the appearance of a captivating city, and they had a noble identity, plus the mysterious aura that shrouded them, all of which made Pound's heart moved, and even fell into it and couldn't extricate himself.

In order to show himself in front of this group of beauties, Pound used all his skills to complete the drawing of the magic array with great excellence, and at the same time received the smile of a beautiful priestess, no one knew that just this smile of gratitude made Pound doomed.

After the festival ended, the beautiful shadow in Pound's heart always lingered, and even became crazy, but he was just a small intermediate mage, and it was impossible for him to come into contact with those priestesses on weekdays, so he began to study the circle more frantically, and even began to secretly learn the dark circle.

Finally, the madness paid off, and when Pound took the opportunity to place the miniature peep circle of darkness that had been prepared long ago in the priestess's apartment, and watched those beautiful priestesses untie their clothes in the crystal ball, his heart was completely lost.

Madness always pays a price, and Pound's miniature circle was soon discovered, as he had almost halted all his magical research, and it was strange to hide in his room every day and snoop around without being discovered.

The priestess who peeped into the Holy Order, and still used dark magic, this is the magic academy has never been, according to the canons of the Cult of the Illuminati, Pound is likely to be exiled, and may even be tied to the stake.

But Pound was lucky in this matter, because he met a person, an elder of the Magic Temple, Gatiaro, who at that time used Pound's amazing magic array cultivation as an excuse to save his life and his future, but let him take a magic potion, so that he could not get close to women for the rest of his life.

After that, Gatiaro slowly walked into Pound, like a huge and terrifying monster, devouring him little by little, until he grasped his life and death. Since then, Pound has become Gatiaro's butler, and his public identity has become the elder of the temple.

Decades have flown by, and Pound doesn't know how much he's done for Gatiaro, but every single one of them, if revealed, is enough to make him doomed. For example, he used the Dark Gate to help Gatiaro obtain the body of a priestess. Another example is his use of dark redemption to cover up the traces of Gatiaro's practice of dark magic.

Thinking of this, Pound couldn't help but feel a thrill, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, and the current situation didn't allow him to think about it anymore.

Sheng Xuan had already found him with a thousand archers, but the hazy light shield blocked their progress. Looking at the magic shield in front of him, Sheng Xuan couldn't help but smile in his heart, what can this blister-like existence block?

With an order, thousands of magic arrows flew accurately towards the mage inside the light mask, but there was no imaginary scene, the moment those powerful magic arrows touched the light mask, they turned into a flying smoke and dissipated invisibly, and the light shield only trembled slightly.

Sheng Xuan's heart suddenly hung up, and his face became very ugly, he knew that he was a little overconfident and even a little arrogant in his initial thoughts.

Pound in the light mask couldn't help but turn pale when he saw a thousand magic arrows shooting towards him, but when he saw that the light mask successfully resisted the attack, he couldn't help but smile knowingly, and then laughed and laughed wildly.

There are not only more than 300 magicians around him, but also an entire mage guard of more than 30,000 people, all of whom are elites, and even if 30,000 people attack through the magic shield, their power is not something anyone dares to underestimate.

Countless arrows flew like locusts in the flames, and there were even more Dao Dou Mang to resist any footsteps that dared to approach, but Sheng Xuan was arrogant this time, and he buried the lives of nearly a hundred soldiers in the opponent's attack.

"Disperse and hide!" Sheng Xuan shouted an order almost frantically, and then a fire-based magic ignited in his palm, instantly triggering the surrounding raging mountain fires to form a terrifying fire dragon and blast towards the light shield on the opposite side.

There was a loud bang, and the seemingly fragile light shield trembled violently, but it never broke, as if it was an invisible wall between heaven and earth, which you could see but never overcome.

Pang De laughed even more rampantly, but Sheng Xuan's heart was almost dripping blood, he knew that he didn't have much time for him to squander, if he couldn't break through the opponent's magic shield in a short time, then there were only two endings, one, give up this attack, and none of the more than a thousand archers under the second hand were spared in the fire.

Although these warriors all carried ice circles to fend off the ferocious wildfires, due to the haste of the incident, the circles could only last for a few hours before they ran out of energy, depending on the intensity of the wildfires.

The first result was unacceptable to Sheng Xuan no matter what, because as a mage, he knew very well how terrifying the attack power of a fully formed mage regiment would be, even if he had hundreds of thousands of heroic orc warriors under his command, it would not be enough to resist even one round of attacks from the other party.

The second ending is even more unacceptable to him, so there is only one way to go now, and that is to break through the protective shield no matter what, and completely bury this mage group.

Sheng Xuan shook his teeth and bombarded the light mask frantically, earth-based magic and fire-based magic, and the evil in his hand was like a flying leaf in the wind, slashing indiscriminately, but even if he used the killing qi, the light mask was still flawless.

Hearing the rapid breathing of the archers behind him who were baked by the fire because of the weakening of the ice array, Sheng Xuan's eyes were blood-red, and he let out an unwilling roar from the bottom of his heart, and then the spear thunder prison had appeared in his palm, and the figure pounced on the gun without any scruples, and slammed into the light mask.