In the Hogg Warlock Academy, in a hut near the library.

Vincent sat quietly at the table by the window, holding a book in his hand and reading silently.

And next to the table, there were already piles of books of various colors, with books of varying thickness, most of them books about spell runes.

Silently finished flipping through the book, Vincent closed his eyes, savored the content for a moment, pondered for a while, felt a little gained, took out another book, and continued to study.

It's been three days since I returned to the academy from the Garden of Flare Flowers.

The returning warlocks were greeted like heroes, and when the academy people asked about the battlefield that day, they were even more exclaimed, and from this, Vincent's name was even more deeply imprinted in their hearts.

As for the mortal lands that have been slaughtered, the warlocks in charge of this will also send people to relocate people from the surrounding mortal areas in an effort to restore the prosperity of the Orchid Garden.

Upon his return, a large number of infernal creatures were hungrily purchased by Loras, and the dwarf dwarf was greedy enough to knock on Vincent, trying to get the body materials of the silver-level devil from him, but Vincent just looked at it silently, and Loras obediently went about his business.

During these three days, Vincent had been studying spells, trying to prepare for the creation of a spell that suited him.

If you want to create a spell, you must learn a lot of spell runes, so he has been consulting all kinds of books in the past few days to enrich his knowledge.

In the current academy, it can be said that he is the most authoritative person except for the Council of Elders, so the resources in the academy can be mobilized by him at will, and some extremely precious ancient books can also be transferred by him to read.

"But. If you want to make a new spell, it's really not ordinary. ”

Flipping through another book with a black cover, Vincent shook his head slightly.

Obviously, although these books are effective, he can cast a lot more spells, but he still hasn't found a spell that can really release his power.

In the battle of the warlock, fancy and impractical spells are useless, no matter how gorgeous they are, they can't hurt the opponent. What's the use? Take his spell Burning Ring as an example, the power of the sun is enough to stretch ten meters in a radius, but if you fight other mythical creatures, this spell has no lethality at all, but wastes your own mana.

The more equal the strength, the more the power of the explosion must be concentrated, and a clenched fist is far more destructive than a parted finger, which is irrefutable common sense.

Next. He's definitely going to have to fight the mythical creature Devil, and if he can make the best runes in a short period of time, it would be best, and if he didn't get them. It is also convenient for their own accumulation and can be more suitable for the future.

"Actually, it would be nice to be able to apply the power of death to actual combat, but if it consumes life force, it is not so ferocious. It can be used in real combat. ”

Vincent shook his head, sighing in his heart.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have that kind of spell.

Except for a halberd of Anubis. He could only use the power of death bluntly, and there was no other effect at all.

In the alchemy notes, there is no mention of the use of the power of death at all, after all, it is just a mutilated notebook, and it is not as useful as imagined.

"Presumably, those Deathwarlocks who have disappeared into history should have spells in this regard, otherwise their lifespan will not be able to withstand that kind of wear and tear, and the Golden Warlock Eros once said that he has a little news about Deathwarlocks, but he can only sue me after the Hell invasion incident, it seems that he can't trust me enough. ”

Vincent shook his head slightly, a little helpless in his heart.

As the guardian of the world, Aros, who has the blood of mountain giants, has experienced thousands of years of time, and he has seen human nature too thoroughly, and he is not very worried about a death warlock like Vincent, who is spurned by the gods, so it is normal for him to make this kind of move.

Although he was optimistic about Vincent's future, he didn't want Vincent to leave this world and become a warlock from other worlds, so he kept a hand, hoping that the boy could take action to defend the world and stand on the same front as the silver world, so that he would keep it secret.

Even if Eros didn't say such a reason, Vincent had already expected it in his heart.

There was nothing he could do about it, after all, the Golden Warlock had saved him and owed him a favor, so he could only think about how to resist the invasion of Hell.

However, as it seems now, as long as he does not die himself, he feels that his life should be able to be guaranteed enough in the calamity of this hell invasion.

"Judging from the information of these days, Aylos and the gold-level devil had a desperate fight, and both were defeated, therefore, the terrifying devil did not come, presumably like Aros, he was also recuperating, among the invading hellish creatures, the strongest person was only the silver realm, otherwise our world would have been unable to resist it for a long time, and in the face of the same level of power, as long as I was not besieged, I think I still have a certain ability to survive. ”

He thought in his heart, the space ring flashed, and a crystal bottle containing the devil's blood appeared in his hand.

"This, don't use it first for the time being, I can't fuse the hellfire and the sun fire at the moment, and the effect of using it is not great, let's delay it for a while, wait until the devil is expelled from this world, and then ask Eros about the message of the Death Warlock, maybe it will be able to achieve miraculous results at that time." ”

There was a flash of thought in his eyes, and after a moment of silence, Vincent put away the crystal bottle again and continued to read the book.

On the fifth day after the attack on the creatures of hell, the Student Trial began.

Countless apprentice warlocks, along with their companions, stepped out of the Hogg Warlock Academy, excited and apprehensive, to hunt for the creatures of the wandering hell.

Most of them were just students, and some of them hadn't even killed a chicken before, but at this moment, they were asked to hunt the ferocious sheep demons and batwing demons, and they were a little scared, but more than that, they longed to be heroes.

At this age, their youthful enthusiasm is swelling, they have infinite illusions about the future, and they are eager to be recognized by the world, especially at this critical juncture of the devil's invasion.

And under the premise of the great victory of the academy warlocks a few days ago, it aroused their hearts to want to defend the world, and they were not afraid and full of pride, trying in vain to verify their glory with the blood of hellish creatures.

And this kind of psychology hides a little panic in my heart.

Under the bloody sun, the harbor of the academy is full of people.

Countless large ships carry the students of the academy to different locations in Big 6, preparing to hunt the scourge creatures in different places.

And next to a huge ship, two teenagers were anxiously waiting for something.

Soon, a shout came from a distance.

"Hey, wait for me, Miro, Chisenmi, don't go so fast. ”

A boy with faint freckles on his cheeks shouted loudly, beckoning to his companion in front of him.

The two of the men he called out turned their heads to look at the boy, and one of them, a brown-headed teenager, said impatiently: "Ah, Cortro, how slow you are, many warlocks have already left by boat, and only a few of us are left, and if we don't go, the creatures of hell will not have our share." ”

The other said casually: "Cortro, you are so slow, when it comes to fighting the creatures of hell, you won't be even slower, right?"

Hurriedly ran a few steps and caught up, the warlock named Cotro gasped a few times, and said with an unconvinced expression: "Ha, Miro, you say that I will slaughter hellish creatures more slowly? How is it possible?

"Come on, this bet, I accept it. ”

The boy replied, confident that he would never be defeated.

Looking at the two, the brown-headed young man waved his hand, obviously a little helpless, it seemed that he was used to the fighting spirit between the two.

Turning back, he suddenly saw that the boat beside him was moving, and hurriedly said, "You two wait a minute, the ship is about to leave!" (To be continued......)

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