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Judging from Vincent's own feelings, the strength of this warlock named Haig can really only be said to be average, if he really wants to make a move, within a second, he can directly rush to death with mana and brainlessness.

But judging from everyone's attitude towards Haig, as well as the strength they feel, it can be a good measure.

In the past, he had the True Eye, and he was used to measuring others by the values of his previous life, but now the True Eye was completely useless in the Black Iron Realm, which made him very uncomfortable, but the appearance of Haig gave him a just right benchmark.

"Judging from my feelings, purely from the point of view of feelings, directly using the warlock of Haig as a unit of measurement, if you want to compare with me, ten Hagrids, you can fight with me, if you want to compare with me, you can count with five Hags, and Dean Pig, you can count with eight Hags, so that at a glance, all the strength comparisons are clear at a glance. ”

Vincent's eyes lit up, and he felt that this person was really a very good unit count, not up or down, very appropriate, and it seemed that it was just for the sake of measuring.

The power of induction from the bloodline is very effective, just by feeling, you can know the strength level of the other party, this kind of counting is absolutely accurate.

Of course, it's not that ten Hagrids can directly compete with Vincent, after all, the bloodline of the Sun Troll, as well as the hidden killing move Anubis's Halberd, not to mention ten Hags, a hundred Hags are not his opponents, this is just calculated purely by the level of strength.

In other words, ten times the strength of Haig can have the capital comparable to Vincennes.

In the world of warlocks, the use of quantity is often not as great as imagined.

"Well, I'm lucky, I can actually make my mouth open, and in the future, I can calculate the strength of others, and I can use the number of heads to calculate it. ”

Vincent nodded slightly, glanced at the figure of the warlock, and turned to leave.

Now that the bigger picture is more or less known, it's time to start your own learning journey.

Silently stayed in the academy for three days, borrowed a lot of books from the library and studied them slowly, and just as he was absorbing knowledge like a sponge, the day of Hogsmancer's academy to admit new students officially arrived.

For a while, the whole academy was quite lively, and it was common to see huge riding beasts hovering in the sky, whistling and screaming, but no one was presumptuous, and under the watchful eye of the three-meter-tall ogre, no one dared to go wild here.

No matter which empire's aristocratic children are, they don't dare to unleash their arrogance here, in this big 6, each academy has an extremely long history, I don't know how many years have passed, and it is even possible to have some contact with the races of other worlds, and the background is extremely strong, no one dares to provoke the background of the academy.

On Xiyuan Da 6, there used to be a very famous empire, with several Silver Realm Warlocks, as well as hundreds of Black Iron Realm Warlocks, most of whom were not weak in blood, and once openly insulted the Academy, and also tried to slaughter mortals in order to awaken a long-sleeping evil god. As a result, it was attacked by the colleges of the 6th year, but in just four or five days, the empire disappeared and was destroyed.

It can be seen that the majesty of the academy is not to be bullied.

The enrollment of the college originally had nothing to do with Vincent, but after the enrollment of new students was completed and the freshman ceremony was held, the college required every teacher to be present, listen to the dean's lecture, and welcome the arrival of new students.

After all, with other people's subsidies and free access to library materials, it is impossible to say that if you don't go out to give others a face.

The study area, inside a ceremonial hall large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

In the ceremonial hall, which looks extremely luxurious, there are round tables with various kinds of food on them, which look extremely delicious and have an attractive aroma.

This kind of round table can accommodate about ten people, and there are about 200 round tables in the whole room, and the total number of new students accumulated in three years is only 1,000, and the rest is the teacher's position.

All the new students sat down one by one according to the requirements of the organizers of the venue, waiting for the arrival of the dean. And Vincent also chose a round table at random and sat down, sweeping the faces of the other warlocks, secretly calculating the strength of others in his heart.

"Uh, this is only half a hag's strength, it's too ordinary, huh? this is okay, there are three hag's strength......"

After silently counting for a while, he suddenly felt a very strange thing.

That is, the strength of the teacher who teaches knowledge is far superior to that of the teacher of combat.

What is the reasoning behind this?

Isn't it supposed that the combat class is far better than the knowledge class?

Vincent thought for a moment, and felt that his thinking was a little impenetrable.

I thought silently for a moment, but I didn't come up with a reason, but at this time, a voice came.

"Hey, my friend, what are you thinking?"

He looked up and saw that it was Dean Pygue.

On this occasion, Pig, dressed in a solemn black robe to highlight his majesty, was smiling slightly at him. And behind him, there was a girl in a white robe, with a silver plain white hair that was extremely beautiful and delicate, but with a faint look of pride on her face.

Vincent glanced at the girl, didn't think much about it, but got up and saluted Pyg: "Hello, Dean, I want to ask you a question, why, I feel that these teachers who impart knowledge are very strong, even those combat warlocks are not as strong as those fighting warlocks?

Hearing this, Pig laughed and said: "Oh, this question is very simple, in fact, most of the professional teachers who impart knowledge now are transformed from the combat class, you look at the ogre magician Mr. It, he used to be a very fierce warlock, I remember when I was studying in the academy, he was a combat warlock, and when I became a combat warlock, he was a professor of biology." ”

When you were studying at the academy?

Vincent's brow furrowed, sensing that something was wrong.

So, how old is the ogre now?

When he recounted this question, the dean said his age very indifferently: "He should be seventy-three years old this year? Once the ogre achieves the Black Iron Realm, due to his bloodline, his lifespan will be more than a hundred years longer than that of ordinary black iron warlocks, especially the two-headed ogre, and now he is in his prime of life." ”

A seventy-three-year-old young man?

Vincent subconsciously glanced at the two-headed ogre magician who was already eating and drinking on the side, and looked at the guy's appearance of eating and drinking, he didn't seem to be so old at all, and couldn't help but exhale deeply.

Well, he served.

"By the way, after talking about it for so long, I haven't introduced you to the people around me. ”

Pig smiled and stepped out of the way and introduced the silver girl to him, "This is my daughter, Helena, who is twenty years old, and I think there should be some room for you and her to communicate." ”

Turning his head to look at the face as white as snow, Vincent subconsciously judged the strength of the other party.

A half-black grid.

At this age...... It's really a very good strength.

With thoughts running through his mind, he smiled and reached out to shake hands, "Nice to meet you, Miss Helena." ”

At this moment, in the Nada area, which is far away from countless mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, a dinner party is also being held in a strange hall.

On the surrounding walls, there is a strange scene of a sheep's head horn devil descending, and the hellfire seems to be burning for a while. A group of sorcerers in bright red robes sat at the long table, laughing and chatting loudly.

"Distinguished Warlocks. ”

During the banquet, a middle-aged man with red and bloody eyes coughed lightly, stood up, and gestured, revealing the majesty brought by power.

And under this sound, the audience was silent.

All eyes were on him, silently waiting for the next words.

Glancing at the audience, the middle-aged man smiled slightly, and raised his glass to the warlocks present, and his hoarse voice sounded in the hall.

"For the sake of our lord's arrival, let's start hunting mortals. ”

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