I didn't feel the fluctuations of the magic net...... Is this true, there is no magic released through the magic net? The young man subconsciously turned his head to look at his teacher, only to find that his teacher's mouth had been opened, and it seemed to be wide enough to fit a small egg.

"Can you cast spells without casting spells through the magic web? The magician you call is a bloodline warlock?"

"It's not. ”

The old man slowly put the wine spring in his hand to his lips, and the mellow fragrance of wheat entered his mouth leisurely, "Magician is a spell-casting profession with special spell-casting skills, it can cast spells without casting spells through the magic net, so it can still cast spells in some dead magic areas, and there is no need to be affected by the heroes of the inert element, let alone worry about the overload of the magic net and the elemental riot caused by it." ”

"And the magician can be compatible with any spell-casting class, after taking office, there is no need to abolish the original profession, it will not affect your promotion, and it can even help you improve your own career level faster, of course, except for professions related to gods, after all, those career promotions are based on the devotion and merit of the gods, not your understanding of the profession. ”

"The most important thing is that, unlike the regular spellcasting class cap of 40, the magician's cap is 50, and it can break through the blockade of the magic web, allowing you to unleash some magic that has been blocked by the mysterious girl. ”

After the collapse of the Third Age Demon Net, the mysterious girl who took over the magic net locked up some powerful destructive magic to prevent these spells from destroying the magic net in turn, and this action also caused other professions to shorten the distance between them and the legal profession in terms of high-end combat power.

"Really?" the young man asked subconsciously.

"Of course it's true. ”

The old man gently took out a scroll and handed it to him, "This is a transfer scroll, if you want to change jobs, you can just tear it open." ”

"I look forward to you being one of the magicians. ”

"By the way, I forgot to say, I'm the creator of the magician profession, you can call me Iolum. ”

Iolem said with a smile as she faded away from the soothsayer's party.

"Iolem?, the name is the same as the archmage hundreds of thousands of years ago, is it his admirer or is it him?"

Suddenly, someone reacted, "Wait, how did he get in?"

At another party in Belgrad City, Iolham found Harry Taylor, his student who was handing out scrolls everywhere, looked up at the night sky, and began to divination.

"Our Highness seems to be in a bit of trouble, and he is in trouble with the serpent of hell. ”

Harry Taylor was stunned for a second when he heard the word hell's serpent, then opened his mouth and calmly spat out a name, "Asmodeus?"

"It's it. ”

Iolem spoke with a calm expression, "The Lord of the Nine Layers of Hell, the embodiment of the legendary Evil Serpent, one of the twin serpents of creation, and one of the oldest beings in the multiverse. ”

"Let's go, to the city of Burgunchester, where our help may be needed. ”

......

Burgunchester, outside the Temple of Agriculture.

A group of people in black pressed blocked the agricultural temple, almost everyone had a large or small sign, and some even wrote on their clothes, foreheads, faces, and backs,

"The agricultural church get out. ”

"Burgunchester doesn't need a god of agriculture. ”

"Expelled the agricultural druids. ”

“......”

Tens of thousands of voices come together to cover almost the entire city of Burgunchester.

"What are these civilians doing, expelling the god of agriculture? Bold, this is blasphemy, blasphemy against God...... Guards, guards, why don't you come and expel these lowly civilians, why do you want them to make trouble at the gates of the temple of agriculture?"

The Earl of Shosterm in the temple became irritable when he saw the crowd of people outside and the slogans they shouted.

He walked back and forth, looking into the distance from time to time, and became more and more irritable.

According to past experience, in the case of non-festival celebrations, such a large gathering, the guards would have begun to drive away a long time ago, but now none of the guards have appeared.

Could it be that all the guards in the city were bought by those guys?

In a flash of thought, the Count of Shosterm turned to Antonio and asked,

"What are we going to do, Lord Reverend?"

And so on. Antonio sat cross-legged on the ground and shoved a nut into the mouth of the big-tailed red mouse, which clicked open the nut shell with his front teeth and ate the fruit with a suck.

"Burgunchester is the Burgunchester of the god of cool officials, and no foreign gods are welcome here. ”

"Protecting Burgunchester is everyone's responsibility. ”

The shouts were like waves of the sea.

In the temple of the cool officials next door to the agricultural temple, several priests looked out the window with solemn expressions, and the bishop's face suddenly changed after listening to the slogan,

"Burgunchester doesn't need a god of agriculture, who made up this slogan? Has the brain been eaten by the undead? How dare even the true god blaspheme? Afraid of being marked by the god and falling into the abyss after death, becoming food for the devil?"

"Not me. ”

"It's not me either. ”

"I don't know who made it up. ”

Several priests kicked the ball one after another, they were priests, how could they not know that blasphemy was a great sin, and maybe when the god of agriculture would send down divine punishment.

The bishop looked coldly at the priest below who shirked his responsibility, and when his voice was quiet, he immediately sneered,

"I don't care who made it up, and I don't care who made it up, but I want to warn you that the true God cannot be deceived. ”

“...... Now inform those nobles to expel the temple of agriculture on the grounds of public opinion. ”

"We'll take care of the rest. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a different voice from outside, which was louder than the sound of the people of their Cool Officials Temple Organization.

He followed the sound and looked over, the pupils in his eyes shrinking suddenly.

At the other end of the street, a group of people under black pressure is like a black river, slowly surging,

"We don't pay taxes. ”

"Get out of the Cool Priest Temple. ”

"Burgunchester doesn't need a god of coolers. ”

“......”

Thousands, tens of thousands of voices converged to form a huge voice, which stood in contrast to the voices of the believers of the god of cool officials who gathered at the entrance of the temple of agriculture.

At the sight of these new people and the slogans coming out of their mouths, the followers of the god of cool officials suddenly fell silent, and then, like a gushing lake, suddenly rushed towards the new people.

And the believers in the god of agriculture did not show any weakness, and they rushed up against the black river like one wave after another.

Two black rivers, fiercely colliding together.

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