There are very few records of the Magic Tower in the library, and it is impossible to record how to pass through each floor, or to indicate the weaknesses of each level. Siegel was sure that there were no shortcuts from here, and that he had to think of something else.

What is known now is that each floor has a core, or a lamp god, or an important magic device. Through these cores, users are able to know the specific role of each layer and perform certain operations. The prophecy crystal ball is temporarily untouchable, and the core of the sixth layer of the Wild of Warcraft has not been found, these two things are likely to be related to whether or not you can go up to the seventh layer of the magic tower.

According to the guidance of the Lord of the Rings, the divine power of the magic god is inside the tower, in the direction of the seventh floor. Siegel spent half a day searching for records on the seventh level, only to find that "passing the stairs and trials of the sixth level will lead to the seventh level, where you will learn the core secrets of magic, knowledge, and the rules of prophecy." ”

It's almost like talking about magical powers.

There must be some way to get up, Siegel thought to himself. Even if Liel blocked all the passages at first, the power of the priesthood and the divine fire would adjust over time. Shenhuo hopes that a new magic god will be born, so it will definitely break through the obstacles and create a way to merge and ascend to the gods.

Although it is not known what Liele did exactly, according to the general logic, he will not be left behind. It's like building a dam on a big river, and if it is completely sealed, the river will one day break the dam, and it will be done in an unpredictable way, in an unpredictable time. Only by leaving a way down can the levee hold out longer.

What Siegel has to do is find a way to find this path. Or simply destroy the dam. This is not the case. He is confronted with the architecture left behind by the gods of magic, knowledge and prophecy. Is it possible to do this with your own understanding and ability alone?

He fell into deep thought. Among mages, knowledge and strength determine many things, and all spellcasters want to become stronger and wiser, and the one who brings it together is none other than the god of magic. Siegel has learned the skills of Riel, manipulating people's minds and studying the behavior patterns of mages. Grasping their weaknesses, Siegel sighed at himself in these areas. If you want to go down this road, it is too difficult to rely on your own efforts to achieve transcendence.

But is this the only way, and perhaps only by thinking from a different perspective can we solve the current dilemma. Siegel paused to read and learn to see if he had missed anything. He has to make an important decision, and he has to think about everything before he has to do it.

He had been in the magic tower for a day and a night, and the other students knew about it, and they had their own thoughts in their hearts. No one wants to fall behind in this matter, and everyone knows that the higher the tower, the better the reward. An old mage who had not been here for a long time was able to go up to the second floor so quickly—only Anna knew that Siegel had reached the third floor or more—and it seemed that he did have some unique skills.

Some people are simply envious. Some are slightly jealous, others are dissatisfied. In such a place where the pressure of competition is huge. Life and death can be in danger at any time, and even a wise mage may not be able to regulate emotions perfectly. The seeds of suspicion and violence slowly sprout and grow in the depths of each person's heart, unconsciously influencing their way of action, eventually forming a terrible vortex of cannibalism that consumes all the trainees.

Riele is good at this, and Siegel wants to break this situation.

The next day, during the lecture, Siegel arrived in the classroom early. He is still a negative score and can no longer be deducted for absenteeism. He did not sit in his seat, but stood at the podium. The rest of the students arrived one after another, and due to the death of the Flame Gnome and another mage, the rest became very careful, especially on guard against Siegel.

"What are you doing standing on it, the teacher is coming. Elf Anna was stunned for a moment when she walked in from outside, and hurriedly reminded. "If you obstruct the lecture, you will be deducted a lot of points, don't make a mistake!"

Siegel shook his head, knowing he had a few minutes left. When the masked insect mage entered the classroom again and walked straight to the edge of the seat, Siegel cleared his throat and said:

"I can enter the sixth floor of the Magic Tower. ”

This sentence exploded in the classroom like a thunderbolt from the sky, and everyone stood up from their seats in surprise. There was shock, suspicion, and excitement on their faces. None of the mages present were fools, and they guessed that the old mage must have something more important to disclose.

"My name is Oloin Kurunel, of course it's a pseudonym, and the first thing you do when you get here is to change your appearance, disguise your identity, and get a pseudonym. Siegel stood straight with blazing eyes. "Then, the god of lights immediately came over and reminded us to protect our true identities so as not to cause unnecessary danger. This tense atmosphere makes everyone suspicious of each other here, forming a vicious circle in the fight. ”

"Hiding your identity isn't definitely a bad thing, but I've found out that the Lamp God has been tampered with, and the entire Academy of Magic has been artificially distorted in its original purpose. I'll give you solid evidence for this, but for now, you'll hear me first. If the trap set by the conspirators continues, I am afraid that no one will be the winner, and even survival is a luxury. Siegel swept over each of them, looked at them with an honest gaze, and then said categorically, "I choose to transcend the rules, no longer be bound by this place, but act according to my own heart." My name is Siegel Squid, the Archmage of the Spell Clan, Lord of the Heim Realm, and Marquis of the Starry Kingdom. I don't need you to reveal your identities like I did, I just hope someone can crack this situation with me. Like I said, keep going it alone and wear it out with each other, and there will never be a winner. ”

He snapped his fingers and used Transfiguration to "turn himself back to his original form". At this time, the lecturer came to the classroom, and it was a strong middle-aged man with a black staff and a tattoo on his bald head. He used a rough voice to get Siegel out of the way, otherwise he would lose points. Siegel knew that he didn't have to fight the lecturer, so he obediently got down from the podium and found an empty seat to sit down and listen.

Except for him. No one can sit still and listen to this lesson. Let's be honest. What this teacher is talking about today is very practical. Especially for mages who use staves as their primary casting tool, there is a lot to learn from combat. While he talks endlessly, he also summons phantom enemies and vigorously demonstrates the actual combat. However, more of the students present still focused on the young student sitting in the seat, the guy named Siegel Squid.

There has never been a time like today, when everyone was looking forward to the early end of the class time. Everyone has a lot of questions to ask, about the function of the magic tower, about the disguise of identity, about the so-called tampering, but the main concern is how to learn more here.

If it's to say it to everyone at the end of class. Will definitely be overwhelmed by these questions. Siegel deliberately chose to speak before the class started, and then use the class to calm everyone down and think synthetically. So when the instructor left the classroom with his staff, none of the students left, and everyone watched Siegel quietly.

"Say, Siegel, what do you want to say?" said the insect mage's voice through the mask, dull but soft. "How do you prove that what you say is true?"

Siegel nodded and said, "The key issue is how to prove that what I said is true. Call your own lamp gods. Ask him to provide a local welcome booklet. It will be written with the precautions and rules for living here. Originally, this thing should have been handed over to everyone as soon as it came, so that everyone could make an important first impression. But this thing has been tampered with. No one knew he existed. ”

Everyone did as they were told, and called the god of lights. These lantern gods still have a dull gaze, and can only act in the manner of golem creatures. But they have the advantage that they can be carried out and completed without delay. They reached out and stirred in the air, reaching out to the other dimension and pulling out the welcome brochure from inside. It was indeed the first time that everyone had seen such a thing, and when they opened it to look at it, they couldn't hide their puzzled expressions. By the time they finished reading through, their puzzled expressions deepened.

"Someone has made changes here to make it difficult at the level of rules. He wanted us to kill each other, and then fill the whole cadet with an atmosphere of terror. I can also come up with a piece of evidence that you can choose a service through the Lamp God, something like life insurance. Pay twenty points a day and you'll be able to hide back in your room with a single thought, keeping all danger out. ”

You only need to look it up to get the answer, and the people who choose to inquire have indescribable expressions on their faces. The number of twenty points per day is not difficult, as long as you concentrate on transcribing the scrolls. Such a convenient means did not remind him of the lamp, but put him in the warehouse in vain to attract ashes.

"Siegel, I believe it. Elf Anna said, "I'm beginning to understand what you mean by tampering, someone doesn't want us to know about these conveniences, right?"

"That's right. Siegel said: "Let's talk about disguise and disguise identity." This does provide some convenience, but camouflage doesn't stop fighting and death, and it doesn't help at all. I have been able to survive in the Academy of Magic until now, not because of an old face, but because of the magical power surging in my body and the various experiences in my mind. What can I do with my fake name but deceive? If I'm going to get to the top and win, I'm going to have to use my real name, not a fake name like Euroin Kurunel!"

"Yes, it's impassioned, but it doesn't help us except to show your own determination. The orc mage fanned the wind with his large palm, revealing an indifferent look. "Realistically, what's on top of the magic tower?"

"The second floor is the spell demonstration room, the third floor is the global map, the fourth floor is where magic items are placed, the fifth floor is the room for the prophecy crystal ball, and the sixth floor is the wild of magical beasts. Siegel didn't hide anything, and told everything he knew.

"There are magic that you can't read in a lifetime, spells that you can't learn for thousands of years, which means that no one can learn them all. Considering the different focus of everyone in terms of spells, I am determined to take out the real magic academy and learn and progress together! If you think that you can survive and grow in many spell battles by eliminating everyone else, then please don't come to me. I can help everyone find what they want at every level, and the reward is to study the place together, clean up the tampered places, and let the Academy of Magic do what it was intended for!" (To be continued.) )