The Troubles of the Young Wizard

　　Is the first-level wizard apprentice considered extraordinary? It can be counted as it is, or it can be counted as not. It depends on the face, oh no, it should be said that it depends on the person.

A first-level wizard apprentice, visualize that after more than nine basic runes are inscribed, the nine basic runes can attract the magic of the outside world into the most basic and purest magic. These basic magics have no attributes and are integrated into the spirit sea. But it is generally difficult to be used by first-level wizard apprentices. But these magical powers are very important things, because they are extremely pure and do not have any attributes, and they also have no damage to the body. Instead, they will have a slight improvement and repair effect on the body and spirit.

　　 Has anyone discovered this kind of thing before?

　　 The answer is yes, and most of the formal schools have records, but there are people who really want to visualize and inscribe more basic runes, and there are almost no people who are willing to stay as an apprentice as a first-level wizard. Because this kind of magic power gathers very slowly, once the formal and complete meditation of the practice school is engraved with a meditation chart, and it is promoted to the second-level wizard apprentice, the nature of the magic power will change. What's more, everyone’s physical and mental state has a graph. As the mature age passes, it will even go downhill. If you cannot advance to the third-level wizard apprenticeship when you are young, there is basically not much hope for promotion once you are over fifty. It’s a formal wizard. You have to know that the life span of a wizard apprentice is very different from that of a formal wizard. That's a qualitative difference.

Only a genius, a real enchanting genius will use this method to nourish the body and soul in the early stage, and lay a solid foundation for the future, and Xiaowei is also considered to be at this level, and because he has concealed his visual inscription speed in front of his mother , For a long time, it was impossible for him to get a suitable meditation chart to advance to the second-level wizard apprenticeship. The crooked fight has laid a solid foundation for my future achievements. Of course, this is on the premise that there is no accident. If there is an accident, God knows what will happen.

　　 Don’t worry, don’t worry, be calm! but...

Calm down as a ghost, I actually visualized and engraved two basic runes in an hour. This is simply a fairy tale like a fantasy, like an ordinary person who wakes up and finds that he has become inexplicably The gods are the same. This is no longer a fantasy, but a fairy tale, okay?

Where Little Ville couldn't see, a man with white hair and a blood-red robe stood in the empty hall, muttering something to a relief: "Life comes from love and ends with hate; life comes from crying," Stop laughing; life originates from the earth and belongs to the earth; life originates from water and belongs to water."

　　 "Push~" A mouthful of blood came out, and the man in the red robe staggered and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and strode out and leaned against the wall with a bang.

　　 "Why? Why!" The red-robed man couldn't help roaring wildly, "The movements, intonations and voices I copied using Hawkeye are exactly the same, why not?! Why on earth?!"

"Because your face is too ugly." A crisp voice rang, and the man in the red robe slumped into a straight body. He said coldly, "Did you come to see me making a joke? Know us Now it’s an ally. If you can’t open the seal, you won’t have the sacred artifacts you want.”

"Naturally not, what is so good about your joke, it looks old and ugly, I really don't like it." The silver bell-like voice was full of jokes and faint disdain: "Your parrot's behavior is trying to cheat. Isn’t the recognition of the gods too bad? You don’t look in the mirror, look at your old face, and tell the goddess of the earth with a wretched look that life comes from love, hehe, you haven’t killed you already. Enough to give you face."

　　 "You~" The red-robed man's originally pale face was flushed with anger, and a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out: "Superficial! Are human beings so superficial? It's really a low-level race."

"Ahhhhhhh, this great Count of Blood, do you not know that the blood was originally a human, but it was later transformed into a blood by Lamod? The blood is just a mutated human, so you say yourself Is your mother really okay?" The disdain and contempt in the tone of the silver bell became more serious.

"Since our ancestors were given longevity by the great Lord, our family has evolved, separated from the lower human races, and became a great blood race. Segores, the soul singer, as one of the apostles of our lord, who gives you the courage? Calling my lord’s name directly? It’s just a little guy who has some higher bloodlines and has just awakened from a lower race. What qualifications does he have to point fingers at the pure-blooded noble race?!" The red robe man's voice became more and more high and angry.

"Huh~, I'm really angry. I originally planned to give you some suggestions. Now it seems that I should forget it. Let's go on, Ugly man. Sometimes you don't know if you don't work hard. What is desperation?" The silver bell-like laughter gradually faded, "Hard for a hundred years, but you can only linger on the first three floors. This is not your credit, but the previous master of the Bloody Mary Mirror. You are really a waste."

"Don't try to challenge the limit of my endurance, Segorith! Although the soul singer is weird, our great blood is fearless. The Lord's three apostles are not superior or inferior." The man in the red robe touched it. The four fangs of the blood at the corners of the mouth lit up: "You found that little guy, yes, but without the Mirror of Bloody Mary, you can't get in here as well. It annoys me, and it's a big deal. I will find other people to cooperate."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, I am really angry." The silver bell-like voice gradually faded away: "If you are ugly, you must read more. The three apostle races of La Moder are rich in handsome men and beauties, but why are you so ugly? Is it because of impure blood?"

　　 "Boom!" The ground trembled fiercely, and the man in the red robe was bloody, "Segris, XXX, when I get what I want, I must **** you"

　　 There is no such beautiful sound as a silver bell around. The man in the red robe waited for a while, standing there quietly and looking solemn, why did the poisonous tongue girl come here? Is it just to ridicule yourself? Maybe she wanted to tell herself something, but she was taunted away by herself, then her intention should be in the words just now~www.readwn.com~ parroting? I just imitated the last part of the little guy's movements, intonation and voice, so what would happen if he reproduced what he did completely? The man in the red robe took out a mask from his arms and buckled it on his face. His whole person instantly became three points shorter, his appearance was exactly the same as Xiao Weier.

From the corridor to the hall, every step and every action is exactly the same as Little Will before. The order of seeing things, the angle of the eyes, until finally came to the relief of the goddess of the earth, the "Little Will" in the red robe even waited. The time is kept in sync.

　　 "Life originates from love and ends with hate; life originates from crying and ends with laughter; life originates from the earth and belongs to the earth; life originates from water and returns to water."

With a loud "bang~", the red robe "Little Will" flew high and hit the wall fiercely. A mouthful of blood spurted three feet high and five feet away, and the mask fell off and changed back to the original. The gray-haired man's face became paler.

　　 "Why, why don't you listen to persuasion?" The silver bell-like voice appeared again, "I just want to tell you that gods must not be deceived. No matter how much a parrot looks like, it cannot change the fact that it is a bird."

　　 "Asshole!" The man in the red robe couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of old blood, "Why? The higher level is obviously possible?!"

"Hehe, the brain is a good thing, but why don't you use it?" The silver bell-like voice was with a hint of helplessness: "The upper layer is obviously a question of common sense, but this layer is a question of perception and philosophy, the same sentence Then, can people with sentiment say the same as those who don’t? This is not a simple dialogue, but a collision of thoughts. Disguising yourself with someone else’s shell, trying to get close to the goddess of the earth, without directly telling you that you are going to kill you The scum is already blessed by Lamod."