Above the flowing clouds, where the cold wind howled, a half-hidden and half-bright magic tower towered over the pale gray clouds. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Magic Tower in the Sky, the most expensive and difficult existence in the magic tower. The owner of the tower, Vavali, was sitting in a metal chair with wheels, staring at the ever-changing ball of light behind the glass wall in front of him.

A bird with fiery red feathers stood quietly on his shoulder, gazing with him at the colorful light clusters. The half-elf mage had been motionless for half an hour, which was rare. Because he is very active, he will inevitably stretch his body when he sits down for 20 minutes, and he will inevitably do weird gymnastics after 3 hours of experiments. The bird asked about him, and he said it was to prevent various terrible diseases such as frozen shoulder.

Suddenly, the mage moved, and he looked solemn and raised his hand. A pen appeared between his fingers, followed by a piece of paper filled with all sorts of strange words, held up by an invisible platform. With a stroke of his pen, lines of twisted words appeared from his pen, and he deduced for ten minutes, and finally drew an equal sign and wrote down a terrible word. On this piece of paper, there are already thirty-four identical bad words. If you include the drafts that he threw to the fire elemental realm and burned, there are two hundred and six in total.

"Two hundred and six of the same result. Vauvari silently watched the terrible outcome, "all of which clearly reveal the future fate of this world—destruction." ”

Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows that when prophecies involve something important and distant, the content is often vague and ambiguous. The clearer the prophecy, the more likely it is that the content of the prophecy will be fulfilled. Such a clear prophecy is estimated to be the first and last in the history of prophecy. Because its content is the end of the world.

Vavali stood up and moved. He was not the first mage to discover this prophecy from the vagaries of the world. In the past few days, the upper echelons of the wizarding world have been discussing this matter, and have begun to contact more powerful mages to verify this prophecy.

Desperate for an answer, the mage directly chooses to cast a spell to convey the results of his prophecy to his peers.

He was nervous, hoping it was just a minor flaw that the arcane couldn't explain at the moment. Because compared to the most famous prophecies in history, it is as clear as an undisputed clause in a business contract, and clearer than the small prophecy spell that predicts whether the cat in the box is alive or not.

The nearby magic net fell silent, and a quarter of an hour later, a message returned.

In less than a millisecond, he knew the content of the message: one hundred and seventy-two skilled mages had joined the prophecy project, including the best of all breeds of mages. At present, he has used a total of 1,072 prophecy spells, including Beast Bone Prophecy, Water Prophecy, Visceral Prophecy, Cheese Prophecy, etc., plus his "Calculation Prophecy".

The result of all prophecies is that the end of the world will come and the world will be destroyed. The timing of the end in each prophecy varies, but none lasts more than ten years.

Vavali's face turned pale, as if his soul had been robbed. His lips trembled, and the last two lines of hot tears flowed from his eyes. He didn't shed tears for his own life, in fact, a mage of his level could flee to other worlds with his family and friends, and the end of the world could not hurt him even a single hair.

He collapsed limply in his chair, the bird on his shoulder flew up, and Warley stared in amazement at the flaming red wings of the free bird, which were some kind of sacred symbol.

"I have been adrift in a foreign land for three hundred and twelve years and seventy-eight days. Vauhuali's voice was indescribable, "The great holy war of our people. ”

He closed his eyes in pain, leaned back in his chair and let out a long lament.

At this time, Alina hummed a happy tune in her room, pulling out her notebook from her extradimensional space bag.

The room was set up two days ago. Typical of the Jofía style. Crystal lamps hung from the ceiling, a soft bed was placed in the center of the room, several different shapes of ornaments inlaid with elemental gems and engraved glowing magic patterns surrounded the large bed, and in the corner by the window was a large triangular desk with a brown bookcase reaching to the ceiling. The dozens of books that Frogissa gave her could only fill a pitiful corner. Opposite the desk is a one-man high mirror and an antique wardrobe that occupies half of the wall. The wardrobe is elven style, and it is not known where Flogisa got it from.

The aristocrats lived in dormitories that were not hotels, and they didn't want to use things that were "recycled", such as quilts, carpets, and even furniture.

All Alina had to do was put away some daily necessities, and the most common thing was a variety of books full of elven scripts, which Flogisa had carefully selected for her. In comparison, her clothes are pitiful, because it will take some days to make the clothes.

Originally, the dormitory was designed for four people, and of course each person had their own room. However, due to pressure from all sides, it was finally changed to a room for two people. Alina's bedroom would be more appropriately named Suite, an elegant suite. Two living rooms and two bedrooms, the spacious and bright living room is followed by the dining room, and then there is a semicircular balcony with unknown greenery growing on the edge of the balcony, hanging down green branches.

Alina took out a pen and spread out the bronze-covered notebook. The maids, after putting away their luggage, dutifully told her many things about the Academy. She promised Frogiza to write a summary, so that she could get acquainted with the Academy, the four major districts of the Imperial Academy, the eight magic towers, and the school headquarters..... A whole bunch of nouns popped out of her head.

She hastily wrote a few words, and then she was no longer motivated, and threw the pen into the pen holder in frustration.

"Is there any need to figure out the academy now?" muttered the half-elf (1), "I don't need to run between the eight magic towers. ”

Alina was going to do what she loved to do the most, not to write a thousand-word summary of the academy on an old, bookish desk. (And I don't think readers will be interested)

So, Alina stood up, closed her notebook, and closed the blue curtains, darkening the room. The room was spacious, big enough for her to flip ten heels, just when she was about to call out the scimitar. Flogisa's stern warning echoed in her ears.

Frogiza had warned her not to let outsiders see her scimitar, and it stands to reason that the half-elves should not wield it here to be on the safe side. But the warning gave her a sense of excitement, and she struggled for a few seconds before softly calling out the scimitar.

"I just look at it. ”

Alina stroked the cold blade. This weapon forged by powerful magic is as sharp and hard as it was the day it was born. Even the most demanding master of the forge would not hesitate to praise this scimitar out loud.

The half-elf couldn't help but look down and admire the scimitar again

The snow-white blade is curved into an elegant arc, the blade glowing with cold light makes those who look at it feel cold, and the blade is engraved with mysterious inscriptions, square and square, without a trace of light. The cold Adamantite Chain attached to the gauntlet is a very practical design, although the warrior will never give up his weapon, and the warrior who gives up the weapon is a defeated dog. But in actual adventurous battles, there are many cases where weapons are out of hand.

It turns out that I must be an adventurer. Alina looked down as she played a guessing game. The end of the handle is inlaid with yellowish-gray dull gemstones, and the curvature of the handle is perfect, so that it fits snugly in the palm of the hand, making people feel like they are part of the body.

Alina couldn't help but hold it, ignoring Flogisa's warning, and began to wield her scimitar. The scimitar trembled excitedly in the air, making the sound of air being sliced open, and the half-elf imagined himself facing the Swift Golem. She moved between the two golems with nimble steps, their spanning swords stabbing at her, but they couldn't stab the nimble half-elves like they were stabbing at shadows.

There are flaws!

The imaginary enemy attack missed, and Alina slid five feet across the floor with a light step. Successfully went around to the flank of the enemy. The half-elf seized the opportunity and excitedly slashed at the enemy's vital parts, just as the scimitar was about to make a graceful arc in the air.

A soft knock on the door made the smile on Aliana's face freeze, and the warning thrown to Java jumped into her ear, roaring angrily.

The half-elf stumbled in fright, his light steps disrupted, and he almost fell to the ground.

The soft knock on the door was still ringing, and Alina, like a burglar who was bumped into by her master, hurriedly put the scimitar into her bracelet, and her heart pounded, and she walked to the door, praying in her heart that the uninvited guest had not discovered her secret.

The silver-haired girl opened the door, and a breeze with a scent swept across Alia's cheeks and into her hair, warm as the bright summer sun.

The scent was reminiscent of the bright summer sun, and the half-elves could no longer tell whether it was the light breeze that carried the enchanting heat, or the glorious Kazakh sun.

But none of this mattered, the peerless beauty of the visitor in front of her made her heart beat faster, her crystal eyes widened, and for a moment she forgot the necessary etiquette...

(1) In the popular Kazakh elven fantasy novels, everywhere I go, I always like to describe it in great detail. The author said that he hated this kind of plot and felt that it was unnecessary to add too many descriptions. Although, I couldn't help but describe in detail the machete, which was not very useful.

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