readx;? The Kaolin Academy of Magic is a very peculiar magic academy, because it is not only located on the northern edge of the northern realm of the main material world, close to the Endless Glacier, but also has a large number of northern barbarians in the academy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, for a long time, humans in relatively civilized areas of the main material world have always regarded themselves as magically orthodox after they received magical enlightenment. In their eyes, those guys in other regions, even though they are also human, are definitely no match for themselves.

Especially the northern barbarians, they are tall, powerful, rough and direct, worship ancestors and strength, and do not look like they are suitable for learning magic.

This belief has lasted for thousands of years, and it is still firmly believed by many people today.

However, recent research suggests that there is not much difference between the various branches of humanity in their ability to learn magic. The proportion of contestants in the Takamine Academy of Magic this time is a good proof.

Among the four of them, there were actually three barbarians, and only one ordinary human.

Standing next to the three teammates, Slav Krev of the Kaolin Academy of Magic looked extremely thin, but as the captain, he had the power to say anything.

Whoever let these ice-headed barbarians only fight, and this kind of thing is of course left to normal people.

Kladuff was in a good mood, and before participating in the game, he used some small means, not only becoming the captain, but also making three teammates obedient, and even throwing himself on the ground. Relying on their strong combat effectiveness, the next game was quite smooth, not only successfully entering the semi-finals, but also setting the best record since the academy participated.

Just as he was expecting to go further, the rematch gave him a ferocious uppercut.

In the first game, he was swept 3-0, and the second time he finally got a point, but he still lost the game 3-1. And now, he has to face the first place in the semi-finals, the Ravington Academy, which has won two in a row.

"Can this grandma win?" said Cradov, looking at the three teammates who were still a little ignorant, and he felt a sense of powerlessness.

If you let them fight, they're all good at it. After all, the living environment and traditions of barbarians since childhood make them not afraid of pain, injury, or even death, and the spell-casting ability of these three people is not bad.

But under the competition of the comprehensive quality of the two teams in the rematch, the barbarians with brute strength and spell casting level will not play a role, and even make mistakes that affect the outcome of the game because of their irritability.

Seeing that Kladov was slow to speak, a male barbarian mage asked, "Captain, what are we going to do?"

His voice was unusually loud, and it was not far away, and it suddenly shook Kladov's eardrums.

"How many times have you told you!Speak quietly!You talk like that, people from ten kilometers away can hear you, and you don't think we were exposed enough last time?" Cradoff roared at his teammates, who were three heads taller than him.

In the last game, they originally planned to ambush the enemy, but just as the enemy entered the encirclement, this guy suddenly asked loudly if he wanted to do it. The result was predictable, the ambush was exposed, the enemy quickly withdrew, and a large supply point was obtained by the way.

After eating Kladuff's roar, the originally grumpy barbarian did not reply, and shrunk his neck.

"Alas......" Kladoff sighed heavily, full of helplessness.

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, he knows very well that no matter whether he wins or loses, this is the last game, and when he waits for the next session, he has already graduated, and it will definitely be impossible to participate.

He should be satisfied that he has come this far, but Kladov always feels that there is still something missing.

Yes, almost something.

Cravdo exhaled and watched the haunting white mist slowly hover, and he suddenly understood what he wanted from the moment he entered the arena.

He wanted to leave a deep impression on everyone, so that he would come to the competition in vain!

And isn't this cold weather a good opportunity for yourself?

If the three Barbarian teammates had any advantage other than being physically strong, it would definitely be counted among them.

They live in endless glaciers all year round, and they have to endure the cold of minus 50 degrees Celsius since they were young, so minus 10 degrees Celsius is as pleasant as spring for them at this moment. Even Kladov himself didn't find the temperature unacceptable, after all, the place where Kaolin Academy was located was winter for at least half of the year.

And what about the enemy?

I heard that the Ravington School of Magic is in the southernmost part of the Calente Empire, and the climate matters, will they be able to adapt to the cold?

Do they stiffen all over their bodies from the cold?

Will they have difficulty casting spells because of their stiffness?

Will they be affected by snow blindness?

The more Kladoff thought about it, the more he felt that he had a chance, but he had to be quick, otherwise it would be difficult to grasp the opportunity when his opponent slowly adapted. And as long as he can beat Ravinton, even if he still can't enter the knockout round, it is very much to boast about.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and said directly: "Don't be stunned by the three of you, let's set off." ”

"Where?" said a female savage. She has hair as dazzling as pure gold, and she is extremely tall, nearly two meters long. The appearance is reasonable, but the skin is quite rough, which makes it difficult to crave.

Cravdor was secretly excited about his plans, so he didn't speak in a lively voice like a questioning to a woman. However, he didn't answer the other party's question, but just asked rhetorically: "Digeva, do you think our opponent can outrun us in the snow?"

The female barbarian showed a big smile and replied loudly, "Of course it can't be, in the snow, only the snow wolf can outrun the Viku!"

"Barbarians are barbarians, and they have to call themselves Vekus. Kladov's heart snorted, but his face did not show it, but nodded and said: "That's right, since no one can outrun us, so what are you waiting for." We should play to our advantage and go straight to their camp to capture the flag!"

Hearing him say this, the other two male barbarian mages immediately let out cheers. Compared to the intrigue and pondering countermeasures, this straightforward tactic was obviously more popular, and one of them ran directly in front of Kladoff and crouched.

Kladov smiled, jumped on the other party's solid back, and commanded: "Go, keep moving forward, don't stop until you reach their camp!"

"Whew!" the barbarian let out a wolf-like howl, and suddenly stood to his feet, and sprang up with his long legs running smoothly and quickly. (To be continued.) )