I, who traveled to Chunwu, entered Stalingrad again?

Unless Zaimuza practiced these sword skills to the extreme, reaching the level of the orc sword master Jubisus, it would be possible to escape from the siege of a large number of gunmen.

This is still on the premise that the enemy does not have heavy weapons. If he encounters indiscriminate bombing, he will definitely be finished. Being a soldier is destined to be a hard and bitter road.

The spells are different, and Jaina's performance has left a deep impression on Zaimoza.All kinds of spells are flexible and changeable, both offensive and defensive, and their power is quite huge. More importantly, spells are not only for destruction, killing Wuwu is the worst choice.

Through the process of learning spells, he can also better understand the nature of the world, which is a bright and smooth path.

After randomly taking out some bread from the refrigerator and having a simple rest, Timuzuo immediately found another black notebook from the drawer, and began to try hard to recall these spell memories, and transcribed them in the above, so as not to forget it later.

As for going to school?Such insignificant matters were simply left behind by Zaimoza.He kept writing like this until 01:30 in the afternoon, until a mobile phone ringing interrupted his thoughts.

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Main World 3: Chapter 235 Chapter 220 Chapter [-] Hiratsuka Shizuka and Tsurumi Emi

"Auf der Heide blüht ein kleines Blümelein, und das heisst: Erika! Heis von hunderttausend kleinen Bienelein, Wird umschwarmt: Erika!"

The familiar singing sounded from the loudspeaker of Caimuzuo's mobile phone, which made him a little nostalgic. After listening for a while, he picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, is this Yoshiki Zaikiza? This is..."

After answering the phone, the other party was a female voice that sounded quite unfamiliar, a bit soft, and she was smiling professionally and politely, so that Zai Muzao knew what she was going to say without listening carefully.

"I don't need to buy stocks, bye!!!!"

He hung up the phone without hesitation, time was precious, he was too lazy to entangle with this woman whom he thought was a salesman, isn't magic good?

As for why it is a sale?

Nonsense, there are only a few relatives' contact information in his current mobile phone, and this number is not among them. Is there any other possibility besides sales?Which stranger has the time to care about you every day?

Oh, there is indeed another possibility, and that is fraud.

So Zai Muzao once again indulged in the palace of magic knowledge, the tip of his pen danced rapidly, turning the memories in his mind into symbols and letters.

But the good times didn't last long, the phone rang again, which made Zai Muzao frowned, and he connected the phone again.

"Hello... May I ask if you are Saikiza Yoshiki? Or his family?"

It was still the same timid voice, and she confirmed it again politely, so that people could feel her grievance through the microphone. It seemed that she was afraid of making the wrong number before, and after confirming for a while, she dialed again. .

This kind of voice command made Zaimuza extremely irritable, but it was not easy to attack, so he suppressed his anger to answer.

"I am him."

"Hello, that, I'm not selling stocks..."

"Then I don't need insurance either!"

Insurance and stocks are the most calls he has received in his life, almost all of which come from the opposite sex with this voice. This is something he has had enough of when he was Xiao Zhang, so that he can judge it subconsciously now.

In this Internet age, personal privacy is almost the emperor's new clothes, and it is not uncommon for salespeople to get his phone number.

"It's not insurance... I'm..."

"Then what are you going to sell? Newspapers and magazines? Useless courses? Flashy furniture and appliances? Or which game is open for pre-order again? Or... social aid? Listen, I don't care who you are, but now and The person you are talking to is a complete pauper! Don’t even try to squeeze a piece of money from him! Who did you get my information from? I’m too lazy to pursue it, but it’s been more than 30 seconds now, and you have yours Performance, I also have my task! Don't bother me again! Otherwise, I won't be as polite as I am now, understand?"

"me……"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded like he was about to cry, but he wanted to explain but he didn't say it from the beginning to the end. It seemed that he was a novice who had just entered the industry, which made Cai Muzuo's anger a little less.

It is normal for a newcomer to the industry, not knowing the rules, not thick-skinned enough, and not knowing how to screen customers.

"It seems that you have understood, the last warning, so be it."

So Cai Muzuo hung up the phone directly, without any apology for his aggressive tone.

It is a rare thing not to be scolded when you are in a sales position. While taking up other people's time to complete your own performance, you must be aware of being scolded.

Now that the world was finally quiet, Zaimuzuo began to analyze and compare the two rituals in Kelsujia's memory that greatly helped the efficiency of mana generation when mage apprentices meditated.

One is the initiation ceremony commonly used in Dalaran, and the other is the initiation ceremony commonly used by necromancers.

The former has high efficiency, can increase the meditation speed by three times, and is safe, but some materials are quite expensive. Just seeing how many grams of ruby, emerald, sapphire, and diamond powder are shocking, This is what he can play now?That's not to mention other materials that he couldn't find at all.

The latter is relatively close to the people, replacing all these expensive materials with relatively cheap ones, but the efficiency is only twice.

The first thing to do is to prepare a potion. The raw materials needed for the potion are not uncommon. The main ingredients are human blood and the blood of several other livestock, as well as the petals and root juices of some common herbs. Although the names of these herbs are different from those in this world, But the style in memory is similar to what Zaimuzuo knows, and it should be able to get them all together.

It's just that the preparation of this potion is quite difficult, requiring extremely precise ratios and cumbersome steps, and the difference of [-] mg will affect its final performance.

After solving the potion, other ritual steps are no longer a problem.

"It seems that I have to go back to school. It will be much more convenient if there are electronic balances and a full set of experimental equipment."

Zaimuza sighed, both arcane and undead spells in Dalaran are different from fel energy, they can't be used casually, but rather rigorous.

Even though he has the memory of Kel'Thuzad, he still needs to meditate on his own to generate mana and go through a lot of experiments to truly absorb and master it, which surprised Zaimuza a bit.

Magic is not "magic", but quite scientific.

What is science?Science is not a specific discipline such as the so-called physical chemistry, but a methodology, a method of inquiry, rather than a defined conclusion.

In short, through a large number of experiments, observation, analysis, conjecture, verification, and finally draw a conclusion, this conclusion must have two characteristics.

One is repeatability, that is, different people can come to the same conclusion by following the same steps and methods. If only one person makes this kind of result at a certain time and place, other people can't even reproduce themselves. Then his conclusion has no reference significance, it can only be a conjecture.

The other is falsifiability. Science itself is built on the process of error correction. It is the analysis and summary of the development laws of objective things. With the development of the times, it is normal for the conclusions of later generations to overturn the conclusions of predecessors. .

The arcane arts of Dalaran just meet these two conditions. Under certain conditions, the experimental results of Archmage Antonidas can be reproduced by a junior mage. As time goes by, various magic theories are also being introduced.

Compared with the science of this world, everyone may be like the blind man feeling the elephant, and each has touched the side of truth.

However, evil energy and holy light are completely different. Do evil energy and holy light need experimental observation?No, one only needs continuous sacrifices, and the other only needs you to believe and pray devoutly, without having to explore the principles behind it, even if there must be some kind of theory behind it.

Does a bird need to know why it can fly?It just can fly.

When Zaimoza, who had a preliminary understanding of arcane research, was preparing for the next research plan, another ringtone brought his thoughts back to reality, and it was another strange number.

"I've warned you! Twice! Is it because the benefits of neon are too developed, making your brain full of fat? You..."

Cai Muzuo was furious, he picked up the phone and cursed, but different from what he imagined, this time there was a rather familiar voice inside, which made him swallow the bitch that was in his mouth.

"Saikiza Yoshiki!!! I was still wondering why Tsurumi-sensei, who has always been so good-tempered, would suddenly collapse. Now I understand, you have a bad temper!!!"

There was a rather forthright voice inside, even after such a long time, it was still fresh in his memory.Shizuka Hiratsuka, a female teacher who looks carefree on the surface, but has a gentle heart towards students.

"So, the female 'salesperson' who was scolded twice in a row before is the so-called Tsurumi-sensei? This name is so familiar, hey, isn't this my head teacher???"

Cai Muzuo thought hard for a while, and finally found a sad answer from the corner of his memory.

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Main World 3: Chapter 236 Chapter 220 Chapter [-] This should have been a lore

"Why didn't you make a sound? What about your prestige just now? A student can treat his class teacher as a salesman. It's a strange story!!! Even if you don't know Huimei's phone number, can you even hear her voice? You How serious are you in class? She is also your math teacher! Even if you are a stranger, can't you be a little more polite?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka's familiar voice made Zaimuza quickly dissipate from the anger just now, and he quickly realized what was wrong with him. If it was his usual self, he would at most hang up the phone immediately and stop pestering him, instead of being so irritable and aggressive.

Cai Muzuo attributed this to something similar to road rage and getting up qi. Just a few hours ago, he was hanging on the city gate. Although he had let go of everything, he couldn't let go so easily in his heart.

He just didn't want to think about it because it was pointless.

But Zaimuza didn't know how to explain it to Shizuka Hiratsuka, so he could only hold back a sentence between his teeth:

"Feel sorry."

Why do you have to apologize?It's that Tsurumi who speaks hesitatingly and chatteringly, and it's this Hiratsuka Shizuka who blames you for all mistakes regardless of right and wrong.

They don't know you at all!Think of Lordaeron!You have done enough for others, when can you live for yourself?

Suddenly, there seemed to be a voice whispering quietly beside Cai Muzuo's ear, which fascinated him at first.But he quickly woke up from the whispers, and while breaking out in a cold sweat, he threw his mobile phone to the side of the bed in an instant. He habitually touched his waist with his right hand but found nothing. Then he turned around quickly and stared at his surroundings vigilantly.

Then here is still the narrow and empty one-person apartment, except for the occasional dripping sound of the faucet in the toilet that can never be tightened tightly and the chirping of sparrows outside the window, there is no sound.

"Tichondrius..."

Zai Muzao took a deep breath, and instantly connected his abnormality with this dreaded demon king. Could it be that it didn't actually die, but was bound to his soul by some secret technique, and came to this world?

No one responded to Zai Muzao, and all this seemed to be a false alarm.

But he clearly saw that the demon king was beheaded by many priests and paladins, leaving no residue.

Then there must be something wrong with the part of the soul that he digested and absorbed at the beginning. By devouring the soul, he must get other things while gaining the enemy's ability.

"I don't live for strangers, I live for people I care about, and people who care about me."

As if speaking to the fearful demon king hiding in the dark, and as if convincing himself, Zaimuza said word by word.

Oh?Like who?

There seemed to be a burst of ridicule in the void.

"Hey! Do you hear me? What happened to you?"

The loudspeaker of the mobile phone that was thrown on the bed stubbornly came from the loudspeaker. The bold and unrestrained female teacher seemed to have just given him a series of criticisms and education, but she asked after receiving no response for a long time.

"It's okay, I'm here."

Cai Muzuo picked up the phone, trying not to show other emotions.

"Hey, you bastard, I know you've been annoyed by Miura and the service department these days, but you can't vent these emotions on your teacher Emi, understand?"

Miura...... Who is it?Zai Muzao began to try to recall again, and after a while, a blurry figure emerged from the corner of his memory.

However, the memory of the service department is still fresh, whether it is the flower of the high mountain on the iceberg, or the rotten boy who had the same eyes as his friend, or that clumsy and gentle girl, they all left a deep impression on him. It makes me laugh now looking back on it.

"clear."

For that Tsurumi teacher, Zaimoza knew whether he had vented or vented his anger, but it was strange that although he knew it was wrong, he didn't feel the slightest guilt or apology in his heart, as if everything should be taken for granted.

"Just understand, you boy go back to school immediately and apologize to her, understand?"

"Cough... Hiratsuka-sensei, I don't feel well today, so..."

"You are going to have a baby today, and you have to give birth to me in school!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka was amused by this silly excuse, she let out a helpless sigh, and then complained.

"You still don't understand why Huimei called you? Today is the exam! Exam! Only you and another problem child are absent from the whole grade... Really, I won't let me save any of them Heart, in short, get me back to school immediately! Don't forget to bring pens and tools!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka's growl came from the receiver, and he didn't forget to remind him before hanging up.

take an exam?Another strange and long-standing term.

Cai Muzuo put down his phone, looked down at his notebook, most of the records about the ceremony had already been written on it, and lightly stroked the book of nightmares that took him through, his eyes flickered, and he finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Forget it, it's okay to settle down first, after finishing the experiment, find another chance to drop out."

………………

About half an hour later, Zaimuza came near the school gate of Sobu High School, but he saw a woman in a white trench coat standing at the gate scolding another girl with dyed silver hair and a single ponytail. Because of the angle and distance, the two haven't found him yet.

Looks like this is another problem child.

"Tsk, what a hassle."

For some reason, Zai Muzao didn't want to meet that female teacher now, so he didn't enter through the gate.

Instead, after observing for a while, he threw the portable schoolbag into the school, and then with the help of a green tree, he climbed over the wall and entered the school from somewhere on the side.

"This body... is really weak and pitiful."

Timuzuo patted the dust on his legs, and complained in a low voice, thanks to the body he had been exercising after returning from the Eastern Front and before entering the dreamland for the second time, if it was the beginning of the journey, it would be impossible to overcome this The three-meter-high wall, but compared to Azeroth Falric's physical fitness, is undoubtedly far worse.

Ten minutes later, Zai Muzao sat in his seat. Thanks to him, he didn't forget which class he was in. As long as he found a class, the only vacant seat was his.

When he came, the others had already started the exam for half an hour. Most of them looked up at him strangely and continued to answer in a hurry. Now the subject of the exam is mathematics, and the invigilator is the teacher Tsurumi. An intellectual female teacher with glasses just told him to sit down quickly without saying anything else.

And now Zaimoza can only stare at the math paper in a daze.

To be fair, this question should not be too difficult.

If the current Zaimozuo is replaced by Xiao Zhang who just graduated from high school, it will be a lore. If it is replaced by him before entering the dreamland, he will also wrestle with these problems, but it is a pity that he cannot be replaced.

His soul stayed on the Eastern Front for more than half a year, and stayed in Azeroth for more than a year. Now he only knows that he has to eat three meals a day.

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Main World 3: Chapter 237 Chapter 220 [-] Under the Snow Again