"Chris~~ Don't sleep!Stand up!!"

With an old woman's shout, I snapped open my eyes, and then looked up and returned to reality. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe influence of the dream just now seems to make it impossible for me to return to this bright and peaceful classroom from the noisy battlefield. At this time, the eyes of the entire class of 30 students were looking at me from different directions, the girls covered their mouths and whispered to each other, and the boys laughed and began to joke with me, but only the boy sitting in front of me to the right was not so noisy, and he was my brother Neil, who quietly glanced back at me, shrugged his shoulders, shook his blonde hair and turned his head to face his beloved professor, Margaret Thatcher.

"Ann~Quiet~~"

Seeing that the originally quiet class became noisy, Mrs. Thatcher, who was wearing a black dress, slowly spit out these two words from her mouth, and the class immediately fell silent and quiet.

"Chris, haven't you woken up yet, stand up and wake up!"

I sighed inwardly and stood up helplessly, bowing my head under Margaret Thatcher's stern gaze, ready to accept her punishment, and began to regret that I shouldn't have practiced my martial arts skills with my big brother late into the night last night, which caused me to suffer from severe sleep deprivation. Alas, sleeping in Margaret Thatcher's class had terrible consequences.

Thatcher didn't keep his attention on me, as if I didn't exist, and began to say to himself: "Where did we just go? Well, yes, it's the use of the magic guide." Today's magic guides are well-made and easy to carry, only the size of the palm of your hand. With that, Margaret Thatcher held up in her right hand a silvery-white object the size of a pocket watch, which was also engraved with the image of a cat. She opened the lid, and there were beads of different colors, crystal clear, even more beautiful than the colors of the gemstones, because the colors in these beads were still slowly turning, shining in different colors like life.

Margaret Thatcher pulled out one of the red beads and said to us: "This is the magic guide stone, also called dragon stone, which is refined from dragon ore, and it is the source of energy for the magic guide to produce magic, which means that the magic guide is powered by these dragon stones." And this, the red dragon stone, is called the fire dragon stone, which is refined from the red dragon ore and contains the magic energy of the fire attribute. As the name suggests, the rest of the colors of the magic stone, such as the blue one, is called the water dragon stone, which contains the magic energy of the water attribute, the yellow one is called the earth dragon stone, which contains the magic energy of the earth attribute, and the green one is called the wind dragon stone, which contains the magic energy of the wind attribute. And the combination of them and the magic guide is the medium through which we can use magic, and the combination of dragonstones with different attribute colors allows us to use different magic. At this point, Mrs. Thatcher paused, turned her head to me and asked, "Chris, do you know what there are in magic?"

I quickly lowered my head and began to reminisce, fortunately I did my homework after eating last night, otherwise I would have died worse if I couldn't answer. "Hmm... There are two kinds of magic, one is offensive magic, and the other, well... It's supposed to be auxiliary magic. ”

"And how do you classify the attack magic of each attribute?" asked Margaret Thatcher again.

I secretly complained in my heart, there is so much to this, how can I remember so much last night.

"Well, this... There are three levels of magic for each attribute, low, intermediate, and high. ”

"Okay, what are the names of the three levels of fire attribute magic, from low to high?"

"Uh-huh, yes, fireball, sunburn, uh, and, melting..."

"Wrong," Margaret Thatcher interrupted me gravely, "it should be the Fireball, the Molten Flame, and the Sunfire." The level of magic can be understood literally, the lethality of the fireball technique is nothing more than the temperature of an ordinary flame, followed by the high temperature of the molten flame technique such as volcanic lava, and the yang flame technique is even stronger, like the high temperature of the sun of several thousand degrees can burn everything. And their attack range is also different, the fireball spell can only attack a single target, and can only fly in a straight line to attack, while the molten flame spell and the sun flame spell are range attacks, but the latter's attack range and lethality are greater and stronger than the former. ”

"And what about the water-based attack magic?" asked Margaret Thatcher again.

"Well, there's still ...... in water polo."

“...... What about earth magic?"

“............”

"What about wind magic?"

“.....................”

"Alright, sit down. Mrs. Thatcher's tone changed, she gestured to me to sit down, and said to me: "It's not bad, Chris, I still had a preview of what I want to teach last night, so let's punish you for copying the instructions for the use of the magic guide and the detailed explanation of the classification of magic of each attribute to me tonight 5 times each, you know?"

I took a long breath, oh my God, copy the contents of a dozen pages 5 times? It looks like I'm going to be sleep-deprived again tonight.

"Huh, you don't seem to be very willing?"

"No, no, I'm willing to accept any punishment from you. I said quickly.

"Alright then," said Thatcher, pushing up the frame of her triangular glasses with her twig-like hand, "copy it to me six times!"

"Yes~~" I replied weakly, and many of the boys around me began to laugh gloatingly, and Neil, who was sitting in front of me, was still the same, and after looking back at me with sympathy, he turned his head and began to listen to his lecture carefully.

Mrs. Thatcher cleared her throat and said, "The names of the three levels of water-type attack magic from low to high are water ball, icicle and rainstorm, earth-type attack magic is stone, rock and earthquake, and wind attack magic is wind blade, tornado and hurricane. But," she said, "don't think that the more advanced the magic, the better. The more advanced the magic, the longer it will take for your magic guide to take, and on the battlefield, any situation is changing rapidly, life and death are often in the blink of an eye, sometimes a fireball spell can save one's life, and many magicians are often killed by the orc warriors who quickly approach in the process of using advanced attack magic. ”

At this time, the drum beat for the end of the class, and as expected, I was called to her office by Margaret Thatcher again and gave a lecture, and I quickly lowered my head and said nothing (as a rule of thumb, any excuses and justifications are futile, and will only prolong the training time, and I will not be able to catch up with the next class, which is my favorite class, taught the art of combat by Instructor Davy, who was the captain of the border army of the Republic, and I learned a lot of new fighting techniques from him).

After ten minutes of reprimanding me in a stormy manner, Mrs. Thatcher finally felt tired, and seeing that I had no words, she probably couldn't arouse her interest, and waved me back to the lecture. And after attending Instructor David's class (I learned a few more practical techniques, ha), the day of school life is over. As night fell, Neil and I returned to our home not far from school...