Looking at the master who was flying away with his hands on his back, Matt tilted his head: "It's trouble!" ”

There is a kind of "line" in the world, which is called "the elders think you are good".

It's similar to your mom thinking you're cold, it's purely a subjective judgment.

Wren forgot one thing, 18 years old is the most impulsive and curious age.

Matt suddenly went from being a 'good-for-nothing' and 'mediocre' rural guy to a seed-level master with magical powers. Even if it wasn't obvious from his wise eyes and paralyzed expression, Matt was genuinely excited.

After the master left, he called his assistant, a young man named Vincent.

Nowadays, every inner disciple has at least one miscellaneous assistant by his side, which is considered a benefit, and it is also an opportunity for the assistants to legally steal teachers.

"Vincent, Master won't give me a fight with the dragon, but I want to try my fists, any suggestions?"

Having a boss with facial paralysis and talking to you all day long in a rigid tone without ups and downs is actually quite a torture job.

Vincent grimaced: "Mr. Schunel, where are the monsters around the academy practicing with you?" ”

Why is there no magical beast in such a big place in the Fulong Mountain Range?

Because the school of physics itself is the biggest 'monster'!

The resentment that formed after the death of a large number of dragons lingered, and this supernatural power formed a wide-area repellent with a radius of more than fifty kilometers, causing some spiritual beasts or demonic beasts to dare not approach at all.

Only low-level wildlife with no brains will enjoy the natural resources in this mountain range with no natural predators.

Matt clenched his right fist, an illusory fist condensed by magic covering the outside of his fist, like a light glove: "But, I haven't fought before, I don't know if I'm going the right way." ”

"Did Your Excellency Tesla allow you to go out?"

"Master just said that I can't challenge the dragon until I have practiced the ability to hit the cruising dragon head."

Does that mean that even the following dragons are fine?

Vincent was stunned for a moment: sure enough, the disciples that the archmage values are all monsters.

Since the inner disciples of his own family have said this, Vincent has nothing to object: "It's not good to run too far out of the academy after all." However, I heard that there are still monsters near the Marat Tunnel. But that's also the area that our academy controls. ”

"Okay, there it is!"

……

On the other hand, no one knows that Marne-Patrick is now facing a crisis.

After all, it was Harry who was negligent.

Harry, who was already introverted and timid, was suddenly promoted to master and suddenly put on the title of assistant teacher, and he was under a lot of pressure.

He and Downs are both master mages, and they are also teaching assistants, so it is naturally easy to compare them to the apprentices.

But in terms of talent, the biggest difference between him and Downs is the ability of [crooked].

The two used the same physical theory to teach the second-generation disciples, and in the Downs class next door, several second-generation disciples had already realized magic. There was only one of Harry's brightest disciples who had realized the most ordinary [Fireball Technique].

Harry was so anxious that he began to study the theories taught by Master Wren over and over again, and tried to teach them to the second generation of disciples in an academic form.

It doesn't work very well.

As a direct result, Harry, who is also tasked with defending the Mara Tunnel, has no energy to juggle the affairs of Marnepadrow.

That's right, Akdina and the others should be safe under the protection of Harry's trap belt.

Actually, there is a blind spot. All of Harry's defenses were built on the existing passages.

What about the undrelenting Drow hostesses forcing their dwarven slaves and burrowers to dig new tunnels?

That's the first flaw.

There is a second flaw in Mann-Drow's ability to see them as allies like firewalls, rather than 'his own people'.

Unless the Drow Master's army invades enough distance to affect the operation of the Marat Tunnel, the system will not alarm Wren outside of the sensing zone set by Wren.

The classic dead friend does not die poorly.

When a wall of the reformist Drow's lair is suddenly dug up quite close to the burrower, Akdina and the others panic.

"Mark is on top! It's the army of the Mothers! "They're no strangers to sounds coming from the depths of the earth.

"Retreat to the Marat Tunnel first."

"But in the last section, even we are forbidden to enter!"

"Call Master Winston now!"

"Master, he didn't respond!"

Akdina was so anxious that she was about to cry. It is true that she has recently taken in quite a few rebels, even including 'masters' like Fesini, who used to be the main mother.

The problem is that Drow's magic is based on divine magic, and to put it bluntly, the extraordinary power of the master mothers in the past came from the gift of the spider goddess. Although the Spider Goddess has long since stopped answering the prayers of the faithful for the past hundred years, her temple has maintained a minimum of operation, and when the believer is religious, such as offering enough sacrifices, the temple will still give a certain master mother magic like a nerve reflex.

Fessini became a loyal servant, but at the cost of losing her ability to use divine magic. In terms of combat power alone, she is now a level 4 sorcerer, and her performance in the Drow Civil War can be described as miserable.

However, Fesini is the benchmark of [Putting things right], and she can't just die.

Well, when the more than 2,000 Marn-Patrick drows faced a surprise attack by the dark army underground, all they could do was resist to the death, and then pray for reinforcements from the Physics faction.

"Kill! In the name of the Spider Goddess! ”

"For fairness and justice! Resist to the death! ”

Holes burst out of the dark mountain walls, and the troglodytes, dwarves, and underground dwarf slaves with all sorts of weapons rushed madly at the Drow of the Marne.

In terms of the quality of individual soldiers, it must be that the Marnepai Zhuoer is higher.

With ten times the size of their cannon fodder, the Marne-Drow are too spared to deal with the Drow Ranger who hides behind the slave army and fires cold arrows, as well as the female Drow Spellcaster who uses evil magic.

"Ahh Damn it! "A Marn-Drow Ranger attempted to kill a Drow Mistress, only to have his cold arrows knocked away with his shield by the prepared Dark Drow Shieldguard.

Lacking sufficient ranged firepower and unable to break through the front row of the Slave Legion at once, Marndall was effectively the passive side.

The scales of victory are tipping in Spider Drow's side.

Just as Akdina was at a loss and watched her comrades die, suddenly, a huge magic fist appeared out of thin air.

With a furious whistling sound, it flew over the heads of the Marnpaitrons and slammed into the heads of the slave troops in the opposite passage.

"Poof!" Hundreds of slave soldiers were crushed into a ball in an instant, like smashing a meatloaf with a hammer.

The sight left Akdina's mind blank.

(End of chapter)