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Chapter 36: The Chief Apprentice, Edward Vincent

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Very familiar.

In fact, he had seen it once just a moment before...... More than once.

The apprentices were retreating—rolling and crawling, and crying—the literal fear of death had taken over their spirits, gnawing at their hearts, and made them instinctively driven to flee to all possible chances, and extreme fear had caused even the youngest to fall into a sad and instinctive self-preservation—they froze, screaming, standing still, calling out the names of their parents or gods.

But in the end, it is not salvation, but futile struggle and actual death—the undead will never be soft-hearted in understanding what it means.

So Edward's gaze turned slightly, and the doubts in his heart were already clear at a glance.

In the corner to the right, in the darkness, a long rusty knife that had cut through a man, and the entrails dripping from underneath, formed another repertoire that played out before him.

But that's not all.

Fortunately, the chaos also made the lighting of the Dancing Light Technique even more messy, and these imps could not see the scene in the darkness, otherwise they would have collapsed directly - on the wall in the darkness, several doors had appeared at some point, and pieces of gray and white heads poured out of them, and the number of them exceeded the hundred mark at least.

But these miscellaneous soldiers were actually just minor troubles, and behind them, four huge shadows were staggering to their feet, and the cold white color on their bodies told everyone that they were still undead, but they were not skeletons anymore.

Well, in fact, they were still skeletons, just slowly standing up their bodies, the height alone was already more than nine feet, almost reaching the zenith, the cold blue fire light burned in the hollow eye sockets, and the pale bony hands grasped the black and heavy greatsword, although the blades were already covered with chips and rust, but the length and weight were actually enough for them to be a killing weapon.

Hunter, Mage's Apprentice, Psychic Warlock Edward couldn't help frowning at this moment - large skeletons are not just a decoration in their names, the evolution of undead creatures is said to be closely related to negative energy, so these guys are far from being comparable to ordinary undead in terms of basic elements and tenacity, not only holding weapons, but also tall and long arms, which is enough to make up for the shortcomings of slow movements.

For these apprentices, who had no combat experience, this encounter was simply the beginning of a massacre.

But this test shouldn't be to let these hapless kids experience death. The mages are quirky, but they don't have such a bad taste - no one knows what trouble they will put in front of them next, so it is better to keep a few cannon fodder......

"There's a gate ahead...... Run this way"

Edward shook his head and shouted at the wailing imps, and at the same time turned sideways to let go of the rusted blades of the two skeletons that had cleaved from the side, and these fragile undead were not even a problem for him - with a sweep of his feet, the staggering undead fell on their own, and then their feet shattered the fragile skull, and Edward had come to the weakest side of the encirclement.

Of course, it's not very safe here.

A large skeleton stretched its body, and without hesitation, swept down the enemy who dared to break in front of him, and the giant sword smashed into the ground with a loud bang and countless chaotic rubble, which was breathtaking.

But the undead's simple thinking didn't understand that its opponent was not those fragile apprentices, so this kind of flawed trick was simply blowing itself up—before the giant sword could be pulled from the shattered ground, the figure had already stepped on the spine of the sword and leaped into the air, and there was already an extra long sword in his hand.

With a wave of this mediocre weapon, it slashed the neck of the skeleton, and the gray calcium snapped under the sharp blade, and then when it was still rolling in the air, the long sword had already circled and pierced neatly into the eye socket of the skeleton, and the blue jumping flame soul fire was a common shortcoming of the low-level undead, and as the blue was extinguished under the churning of the tip of the sword, the huge skeleton was also scattered into a pile of tatters

"Good Skills"

The Krurodians were undoubtedly the calmest group in the chaos, and death was not so intimidating to them, so the young man's voice immediately caught their attention, and when the seven men scattered a few undead and rushed in the direction of the sound, they saw the scattered giant skeletons.

The admiration was given by the tall woman among the Krurodians, whose eyes under her mask froze for a moment on the plainman's body, and then extended to the long sword in his hand—the speed and accuracy of the sword just now would have been difficult for an ordinary warrior to use. And that sword can cut through the solid bones of a skeleton as thick as a human waist with a single blow, and the texture is absolutely excellent.

What's more, it was still drawn from his bosom - could it be that this seemingly inconspicuous apprentice still possessed a high-level item like a space bag? Then his identity definitely did not seem as simple as it seemed - a wealthy merchant, or at least a nobleman with a large territory...... Only their manpower and financial resources can cultivate such talents, but there seems to be no need for such a warrior to come here? Could it be the pursuit of the legendary dual cultivation of law and martial arts?

But isn't that the path that the rumored arrogant and stupid waste will choose?

Although there is no rule that a mage cannot be proficient in swordsmanship, if swordsmanship wants to be improved to the extreme, it also requires almost endless training and practice, not to mention that magical knowledge is like a vast sea, with no end in sight?

Edward, who had stepped past the messy bones, turned his head to look around, his brow furrowed.

Now he doesn't have time to care about what other people think of him, or speculation about his identity. The plans of the magicians are the most important thing to think about now.

The darkness around them, the gushing blood and the screams that came and went, were hard to notice, but they could not hide from Edward's eyes, the successive deaths of these apprentices were too monotonous, the disemboweled, the beheaded, the slainted with a few long knives, the simple slashing—almost every five or six, the slashing was realistic, but when the number was reduced to more than half, he was sure enough that the situation before him was probably some kind of illusion.

In fact, this is also expected, and the trial provided to a group of hairy people who don't even have mage qualifications doesn't seem to be too difficult.

But what exactly are they going to test?

Spell Casting Method, Cast Strength, Spell Ring Mastered...... All the proud capital of these timid little guys is obviously not something that mages want to see—those can be cultivated, as long as they are not born idiots, and if they are trained and have the Fa, they can be trained in a few years.

But if you just want to watch a chase and escape in pure Spartan form, where is the need for such a bother?

The long hallway soon came to an end, and luckily the two doors seemed to be made of steel, with latches that could be dropped, and were strong enough, so that the last few crying imps finally burst into the room. The closed door finally stopped the terrifying skeletons, and while the sound of the weapons thumping terrified the dozen or so imps that remained, at least the situation didn't seem so dire.

Behind the door was a very dark hall, but the glow of magic shone from the ceiling, barely allowing one to see the environment.

It wasn't spacious, it seemed like a compartment in the hallway, but luckily there weren't any frightening monsters. It was empty, except for a black stone platform protruding from the center—a closer look reveals what looked like a huge winch used in a ship to raise sails, with a wooden pole handle on each side.

Along the walls, there are dozens of pillars supporting the ceiling. At the bottom of the pillars, carved into delicate mermaids, no, stout statues of the mermaids—they had been corroded by age, most of the stones had broken into shape, some had lost their hands and feet, and the gray rock formations on their bodies were full of potholes. Only the head was barely intact, the teeth sticking out of the wide mouth of the fish, and the bulging eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling dozens of feet high.

A tightly closed door was on the other side of the line.

Edward's gaze spun around and landed on the belly of the stone-carved thing—the potholes on it formed strange signs of corrosion, and he instinctively felt something dangerous......

But at this very moment, several Krulordians had already begun to have a bad exchange.

"The door is sealed, there should be a mechanism. ”

"That's it, turn around and look ......"

"Damn it, don't touch that thing," Edward yelled.

But apparently it was late.

The seemingly stout winch was actually light, but it was gently pushed and turned forward, and there was a tooth-aching creak twice, and then there was a loud "boom", as if the whole hall was shaking, and a wall fell violently in front of the iron gate where everyone came, and smashed into the ground with smoke and dust, and the road was completely blocked

But this is not a precursor to escape.

A rattling sound came from overhead, damp water vapor filled the field of vision, and the fish-man statues spewed out arm-thin streams of water from their mouths

Everyone's faces changed...... The water did not seem to be turbulent, but the twenty or so statues gushed together, so that the ground was instantly covered with water and then gradually rippled, and soon overflowed the height of the soles of shoes. And when the apprentices looked around, they found that there was not a single rat hole in this dilapidated room, not to mention the window.

"Hell See"

"Shut him up, you idiot"

The consequences of this gradual seepage were obviously very obvious, and a chaotic shout rang out...... It became the source of much worse

The winch didn't seem to be able to move in reverse, and the hasty push of a dozen people wouldn't make it spin even a bit, but in the midst of the chaotic agitation of many people, it turned forward a small half turn

So there was a loud bang, and the fish-man's mouth opened widely, and a more violent torrent of water became the thickness of a human leg and flew in the air, spinning and spreading, and the terrible water pressure hit the human body like a torrential rain, almost making people stand unsteadily, and in the blink of an eye, the water level in the space rose nearly a foot thick

The water was clear, with almost no impurities, but that didn't change the fact that the water would soon reach knees and the enclosed space would soon become a burial place for everyone.

"Bastards, you idiots, look at the good things you've done"

"Breathe in the water, endure the environment, who knows, these two spells have scrolls, and they can also ...... Hurry up."

"Don't worry, as soon as the water rises to the right place, we will go out from above......"

In the midst of the chaos, a few self-proclaimed clever creatures screamed and offered some solutions, but their cleverness soon drove them away without a trace. "Snake"

A few feet long black shadows rolled from the gushing water column and stirred beneath the water's surface...... Edward's heart was startled, and through the faint light source around him, he noticed that the circles of metal and black rings on the bodies of those small things no more than the thickness of two fingers were shining brightly, indicating the deepest toxic characteristics

"Don't run around, the faster you move, the easier it is to get bitten," he mused. It's a pity that not many people still listen to his advice - the surrounding stone carvings that have been corroded and collapsed have become a refuge for everyone, and the apprentices are scrambling to climb up.

"What a fucking bastard"

The hunter couldn't help but curse, the number of snakes mixed in the water was quite large, and when the legs and feet were curled up by the escape, they immediately jumped in panic and the splash of water flying in the sky was almost invisible, and a few unlucky guys hit the big lottery, and the bitten guy only had time to scream a few times, and then fell into the water, convulsive.

But what was even more annoying was that Edward's own ankle was also violently numb

Although the hunter picked aside the poison that had bitten him with a single sword, and then tore off a robe to tie his calf tightly, and then cut open the wound and squeezed out the blood, the venom of the sea serpent was so fierce that the numbness spread upward after the burning pain

"All in all, calm down first. ”

Telling himself this, the Psychic Warlock took a light breath and closed his eyes slightly. Silence his mind and enter a state of self-hypnosis—although this does not do anything to stop the spread of venom, it allows him to ignore the numbness and reluctantly gather the strength of his whole body......

In the midst of this series of chaos, the only ones who could maintain their composure were Edward and the few Krurods beside him.

"Go up there with levitation, there should be a way out," the masked woman said suddenly.

So everyone looked up and noticed that on top of the fish-man statues, there was a narrow circle of stone balconies. Although it was already hidden by the gushing mist, it should be a viable way out—so the three Krulord apprentices did not hesitate to reach out and pull a scroll out of their bosoms, and with a brief recitation, each slowly floated into the air with a companion.

The speaker herself had one, but as she was rising, she suddenly stretched out her hand to Edward. "Come up with me," she whispered.

Edward was slightly stunned.

If it's a scroll drawn by a good caster, then the power of levitation is not a problem to bring two people, the problem is that this way of using it is actually not very safe, especially in this splashing environment.

And she didn't know anything about her life, why did she bring herself?

He stared up at the bronze mask, and saw a pair of eyes as blue as a lake in the vacant sockets...... The other man's voice, though with the pride of being accustomed to giving orders, was as clear as her eyes—unadulterated. It's not like a lie.

Still, he shook his head.

"No need. ”

The stunned eyes gradually rose, and Edward frowned slightly...... Slowly pacing across the rising water, reaching for the smooth wooden handle of the winch.

Turning his gaze to the stone bricks mottled by friction under the winch, his expression slackened a little.

The testers put something like this here, and it obviously shouldn't be a simple trap...... If it's a lethal water trap, then it's good to turn it once and open it directly, and add something like that to increase the flow and add a poisonous snake to it...... There is no need to ...... at all Unless the guy running the quiz is a complete lunatic, but apparently there's no way the Academy of Magic could come up with a madman to set up the test - and not to test the messy Cheng dù of the gang before they died.

As for the way to fly to it with the levitation technique, it is too simple, you can do it with a scroll, and even as long as you have better legs and feet, you can climb up to the second floor from the side of those statues, just follow your intuition, and you can't test any level at all - then it is very likely that the result of this mechanism is still on the winch in front of you.

He pushed the winch hard.

There was a soft click, just like before, but in the area of the winch, gurgling black smoke rolled out from all around, and almost in the blink of an eye, it spread outward for dozens of feet

Darkness?Could you have guessed something wrong?The psychic warlock was shocked, and at this moment, a sudden pain came from his ankle, which was obviously bitten by a sea serpent again

Self-hypnosis only strengthens self-control, but does not detoxify. If the poison hits his heart, Edward will probably still die—even if it is an illusion, I am afraid that it will be the result of losing his apprenticeship.

But this change seems to confirm some of his speculations...... So with a curse, he summoned the last of his strength and continued with his choice. ......

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The darkness dissipated in an instant, and there was no such huge doorway, no mist in sight, no darkness and stone corridors full of undead monsters, and naturally no water and poisonous snakes that were slowly rising. Everyone looked at each other and found themselves standing in a huge hall, the sunlight pouring overhead, reflecting the mirror-like smooth stone slabs on the ground and the delicate and mysterious textures etched on them.

Of course, there were no deaths. There were no fewer of all the students, and there were even a lot more, and more than a hundred people lined up in a neat line, looking around blankly.

After the initial surprise, quite a few people have already guessed some truths...... They were just in the midst of a great illusion.

However, there was barely time left for them to relax, and the voice amplified by the illusion technique rang out: "Those who have obtained the badge, you have passed the test and have been approved to become the first apprentice of the academy. Edward Vincent, your cousin was the most outstanding and was admitted to the rank of Chief Apprentice of the Forty-third Term...... The first trial is over. ”

So, the noise rang out.

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