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Edward's nose was itchy

A loud sneeze followed by a curse or two seems to be the best solution - some are stored in old memories, and in another plane, sneezing is the natural result of being nailed behind someone's back, so it takes a little bit of a way to get rid of it. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

But now, Edward could only rub his nose to breathe more easily, and struggled to suppress the habit he had developed over the years—but even this action could only be done quietly, quietly.

Because he is standing in front of Stephen Hawking's ** division.

Or should be glad that he is not the only one standing here, under the swaying of a dozen robes of various colors, the chief apprentice in a simple brown robe looks as plain as a background...... Or should it be lamented that he is not the only one standing here, because everyone is respectfully reporting various things, he has stood here for nearly half an hourglass, and his stiff posture makes his knees a little sore.

So Edward could only try to distract himself as best he could, and kept looking around.

Unfortunately, there are not many things that can be used as a distraction.

None of those ornate voices can be interpreted in lingua franca, and the men and women in their eyes are all wrapped in ornate or strange robes, and there is not the slightest insignia on the robes that can show their identity, and not even a single face shows a shadow, like ghosts, slowly and sequentially floating past in front of them

And the room he was in was so simple, not big, and the stone walls around it could only be described as clean, and under the power of some magic, they exuded a pale gray luster. There was not the slightest embellishment, or what should be described as emptiness—except for the huge dark black desk in the center.

Master Hawking, just behind that desk.

Lovely Dewath's gaze had only skimmed over that spot when he entered the room, and then he could no longer try to reach more.

Of course, just a quick glance at it is enough to remember it.

When I saw this ** master for the first time, my first feeling was probably surprise, and I was surprised that a spellcaster was so tall and burly.

The body wrapped in a wide ** robe, even if it was just sitting, looked a little taller than Edward. The apprentice estimated that he was likely more than eight feet tall...... Converted to a familiar unit, it is almost more than two hundred and thirty or forty centimeters.

The moment you make eye contact, an unknown smell seems to spread around the nose tip...... Bitter, gloomy, cold, even though Edward's mind had become flexible due to self-hypnosis, some strange associations still came to mind.

Like ...... The smell of poison, the smell of corpses, the smell of death......

In fact, this is not surprising, after all, the great name of this old mage is also thunderous even in the remote and remote Xifengyi...... There are many outrageous legends about His Excellency the Chief ** Master of the Spell Department, and he is probably the most well-known in the entire Tuminis Empire...... Horror stories.

Let's say, the mage who kills the most.

It was the largest and closest to successful attack on Tumenes in the history of the Empire, and at that time, although the empire had been urging old age, it still had a trace of vitality, and soon after the young emperor, the grandfather of the current emperor, Bonaparte the Great, came to the throne, this shred of vitality was catalyzed into a prairie fire

The 30,000 Knights of the Guards - assisted by 70,000 elite soldiers of lords of all ranks, attacked the city and set a record of advancing 300 miles into the battle line in three days. The seven-way army, which marched side by side, fully exerted the speed advantage of the cavalry, and the lightning swept through the entire Tumenes......

The war was coming to an end a month after it began, and Romante was in sight.

In that year, the kingdom of Tumenis still had six provinces and nearly half of the country, but there were no more soldiers in their hands, and even children of twelve or thirteen years old had been drawn into the ranks, picking up the long sword that could only be grasped with both hands, and wearing the old chain armor robes stained with the blood of his father, the young Stratos III personally went to the city to boost morale. But it is difficult to save the declining momentum and the chaotic hearts of the people.

Looking at the dust and smoke from afar, His Majesty the King, who had just been put on the throne because of his father's death in battle ten days ago, sighed sadly at the courtiers who persuaded him to move the capital to avoid trouble: "Although Tumenes is big, there is no way back, and behind me is the ...... of Romandy."

And beneath the city, the arrogant knights of the empire are laughing earth-shattering, "Whether those magicians can summon a group of evil dragons, the demons in the abyss or the terrifying beasts in the primeval wilderness, they will eventually be unable to resist the sword in our hands, the blood in our hearts and our loyalty, let those terrible lightning and flames come, come more fiercely......"

However, when the mages actually activated a ritual and caused the black shadows to fly in hordes...... The proud knights found that the mortal mind could not comprehend the wisdom of approaching the gods.

A sight they had never seen before. A sight that no one has ever imagined, a sight that all living beings cannot be aware of.

That was perhaps the first time that people on the continent realized that the greatest horror in the world was not necessarily brought by giant creatures - almost all of the soldiers who survived were suffering from mental illness, and their unwarranted fear of bugs...... Because at that moment, the endless insects were like shadows drilled out of the Nine Realms, impacting every target pervasively...... All the living creatures in the center were not spared, and as the swarm swept by, the fleeing knights and their mounts turned into skeletons wrapped in armor as they ran......

The empire was divided into seven roads, and the endless logistics collapsed at once...... As the clouds of insects raged in the rear, the turf, trees, and even the houses were eaten up by countless mouthparts in an instant, leaving behind only a thousand miles of wasteland, not to mention any food and grass provided to the Knights. But what is even more terrifying is the subsequent epidemic brought by these insects.

The plague created by magic is far from being comparable to ordinary diseases...... It was a terrible catastrophe......

On the third day of the spell, the Worm's offensive was coming to an end. The Imperial army had lost nearly half of its strength, but just as they were ready to retreat...... Decay and decay followed.

The land is scorched and eroded, and the plants wither into mud. Animals and humans, on the other hand, begin to liquefy, wither, and even dissolve from their bodies...... Touching the center of the plague, even the strongest knight's body will instantly swell with purple blisters, which will develop all over the body in just a few hourglass hours. When it ruptures, pus and blood gush up...... The black slurry from the gums, eyes, nose and other soft tissues makes them look like they're soaked in melted mud.

The stench of flies and maggots spread throughout the confluence of the emperor for dozens of miles, and it is said that the area was a desert without any human traces for thirty years after the war.

The original name of it is no longer known, and there is only one way to call it.

Black Wasteland.

This terrible magic is beyond the imagination of human beings, and it is naturally the easiest to induce the greatest fears of human beings...... The unknown is the source of that fear.

Eventually, the collapse inevitably spread among the 100,000-strong army, and the young and proud prince of Althea decided to evacuate on all fronts, but the young marshal did not lose his courage at this time - he ordered all the knights to abandon their comrades who were troubled by the plague, to kill the horses that were weak and unfed, to throw down the heavy knightly armor, baggage, and whatever else to retreat into the kingdom with all his might

But in fact, it was too late.

More than 50,000 soldiers were buried in a foreign land, and only one-third of the most elite knights of the Golden Hibiscus Dynasty were able to return to their homeland, and the remnants of the magical plague still brought a terrible plague to the vast kingdom, and the empire came to a halt in the west, while the Kingdom of Tumenis eliminated the abnormal crisis without spending a single soldier, and also created the decadence of the Golden Hibiscus Dynasty for the next thirty years.

And the source of that terrifying legend is behind that desk at this moment.

Therefore, even if they try to suppress it, young people still think a lot.

Death is always one of the most mysterious phenomena in which death is always juxtaposed with life, and those who dare to walk in it with it, or even mock death with their own strength, will be rejected and alienated - that is an extension of human fear instinct.

As a result, of the eight recognized schools of magic, only the School of the Undead is not openly proclaimed, although the School of Death has never had a shortage of followers on the continent. Nor will the mages leave this position blank because of moral nonsense...... In the Academy of Magic, the study of the School of the Undead is also concurrently held by His Excellency the ** Master.

Thinking of this, Edward couldn't help but speculate a lot in his heart, and the person in front of him might be a real lich......

Why did you stay quiet for so long this time?

Time passes...... The former chief hunter, psychic warlock, and apprentice shuddered suddenly...... When he reacted, he noticed that there was a lot of silence around him.

Well, well, emptiness is not a word for emptiness anymore, and in fact there is no one in the room except him and behind the desk...... And what's worse is that even with his head down, he can feel a certain gaze, patrolling his body.

Taking a deep breath, he lifted his head slightly, meeting the man's gaze.

It's hard.

Because of the purple ** master robe supported by the broad shoulders, it was divided into countless planes by the shadows, and there were 2 countless fragments of runes flickering, and from the six ribbons hanging from the shoulders, the golden runes were twisting slightly, as if they were living creatures. Terrible energy gushed from above.

Several red, black, blue, and white crystals hovered around the top of his head, slowly spinning, illuminating his face. The muscles on his rugged face were dry and emaciated, and Edward immediately remembered the word lich. I couldn't help but flinch my gaze

However, in those empty eye sockets, there were still a pair of eyes with a little life. The blue-gray pupils are clear and clear, and they seem to shimmer slightly. No, in fact, life is not suitable to describe those eyes, they are a surging piece of ice, a frozen cold...... It seems that there are no human feelings in it, and there are only sharp coldness that seems to be able to penetrate the soul......

Fortunately, the terrifying gaze lingered on the boy for only a moment, and then he turned back to the sheepskin in his hand...... After a long time. He tugged at his dry lips and uttered a gloomy tone.

"You're Edward?"

"Yes, Master. Edward lowered his gaze, stood quietly, and hypnotized his breathing, maintaining the most respectful attitude, and waited.

In front of such a being, it is better to put away all the things that are called clever and wise, because those that are not worth it in the eyes of the person in front of him—even the knowledge that the boy is proud of, from the otherworldly plane.

What is the experience of less than forty years of life added up? The master is said to have lived for at least 170 years...... What is the knowledge system of a planet? A real ** master, having traveled to twenty or thirty planes is not a big deal. As for technology...... There is no difference between advanced and backward magic - a gun cannot deal with a caster who can cast a shield, and an atomic bomb is indestructible...... But is that something that ordinary people can use?

Hanging his head slightly, he cautiously cast his gaze on the tall black figure, but this way did not seem to be able to reduce the coercion sent by the other party......

"You didn't do well in the quiz, I heard you were Asari's apprentice?"

The conversation finally opened after approaching an hourglass, and the shadows between the folds of the other party's ** master robe changed and flowed with his movements, as if there were countless ghosts that were about to move.

"This ...... Two ten days ago, I used to go on adventures with, well, with her. ”

It was actually the first time Edward had heard the name, though he had immediately guessed that it belonged to the female mage - he hesitated, but finally pressed the explanation down his throat, after all, it would be verbose and not so beneficial to himself.

"Your teacher is still carrying out the tasks given by the academy, and I am afraid that there will be no way to guide you in a short period of time. He didn't raise his head, as if all the Yiqiē were talking to themselves: "But I happen to have a simple job here, which needs an apprentice to do, do you want to try it?"

"It's a great honor. Edward's expression remained the same.

"Boring, two boring guys, you kid, facial paralysis is not a mage's must, what do you do with him?"

The pain in the crook of his leg nearly knocked Edward to his knees, but when he looked back, he realized that the prank had been done by an acquaintance - a gnome mage in a robe had been standing there at some point, holding a cane like a dead twig in his hand: "

It wasn't the first time he'd seen this old guy, but this wasn't the meadow under the Mage Tower after all, and he wanted to get in and out of here...... If you go in and out with such a big grin, you must at least have the title of a high-level mage, not to mention that although the attitude of the ** master towards him is casual, it is by no means the kind of charity that the superior gives to the subordinate.

In other words, this old guy is very likely to be quite likely, or rather, a ** division.

It's a pity that the hunter who is interested in the mage career is born as a turtle, and all the knowledge related to spells is also biased towards technology, and there are no books such as "A History of the School" in this college...... Well, even Edward didn't have the time and energy to reach out lately.

"How do you see through it?" said the dwarf.

"See through what?" Edward asked subconsciously, stunned.

"Illusion my illusion" The old dwarf shook his head, his tone was a little dissatisfied, but he still explained in detail: "The illusion used to test your ability is my handiwork, although I didn't put any special effort into it, but at least it should be very real, but I found that you, only you have doubts about the whole scene from beginning to end, don't deny it, your stable attitude is enough to explain, otherwise you can't be so calm, right?"

Damn, nonsense, Lao Tzu has never hit the front row of heads when watching 3D movies, how many of you guys here can do it?

"There aren't enough ways to die, Master. After a little consideration, Edward gave a half-finished answer: "Master, you should go to the battlefield or the adventuring party for a while, and it is not appropriate to go out behind closed doors." ”

This seems to be very good for a teenager who wants to further his studies in the field of magic, but seeing so many strong people in various fields appear in one breath tonight, Augustine, who is naturally full of a sense of neurotic crisis, has a solemn uneasiness, he is a person who is used to mastering every detail around him, that is to say, his current qiē is the result of extremely hard work without the slightest slack, if he still loses to others, the frustration will undoubtedly be stronger.

Edward couldn't help but sigh again, his mentor had already told him before, the ability to sense the magic net is a mage's greatest talent, almost destined for their achievements, although he had long heard that his talent was bad, but he didn't expect it to be so bad that Cheng Dù, unless he lived in the magic academy for the rest of his life, being a humble mage with a little-known reputation, it would be difficult for him to be unconfined in this world that admired class and power, even if he became a full-fledged mage? Even if this kind of storage zài doesn't leave the academy, he will grab a handful, and even on the day of the start of school, those proud and arrogant little boys can predict their future achievements, which are higher than him, a guy who has a bunch of knowledge of another world in his head.

"Thinking is the key, as long as people want to do something, they can often do it, people's ideas or ambitions are the most beautiful things in the world, and you can insist on it is the right choice. ”

Chapter 48: Interrogation

Chapter Forty-Eight: Questioning,

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