Warhammer Wizard

"Invited by the Dean?"

A trace of doubt arose in Renn's heart.

It has been more than a week since the Wizards of Wezeland arrived at Blueworth College. As one of the empire’s Big Three, Dean Sabra naturally did not dare to neglect. He sent someone to invite the meeting the night he arrived, but this time the leader was Speaker Ronnie did not participate.

Moreover, the teacher had ventilated with Dean Sabra in advance, and there was no need to meet with him in private, so as not to make Nether wizard suspicious.

He glanced at the Blueworths teacher calmly.

The Eye of Soul confirmed that the other party was one of the wizards who were responsible for serving the people of Wezeland these days, and was not disguised by others, nor did he lie.

"Your Excellency," the teacher replied, "the dean is already waiting in the office."

"Okay, please lead the way."

This is the Blue Warts Academy. There are magic circles or force fields everywhere. As a guest, you can’t teleport at will. It’s the most basic courtesy.

Renn followed the college teacher and left the residence.

Walking on the beautiful stone road under the shade of the trees, he tentatively asked: "Donis, there are other guests in Dean Sabra's office?"

With a flattered expression on Donis's face, Renn actually knew his name.

He quickly replied: "Yes, sir."

"Can you tell me who it is?" Renn asked.

Donis hesitated, thinking that Renn would see it soon anyway, there was nothing to hide, so he whispered: "Half an hour ago, Master Bigby came to visit the dean."

"Thank you." Renn nodded slightly and did not ask any more.

Master Bigby, his name is not unfamiliar at all, it can be described as thunderous.

In fact, the Empire hardly finds a wizard who has never heard of Master Bigby, and they are also famous outside the Empire.

This famous wizard was originally a wandering wizard. During an adventure, he met Master Tim Kenan, and later joined the Flanes Floating City, but he did not become a student of Tim Kenan. The two are both teachers and friends. The position in the floating city is extremely high, and it can be called one person.

Master Bigby is extremely powerful. He was a nineteenth-level arcanist two hundred years ago, and is also one of the most promising legendary peaks in the empire to hit the holy soul wizard.

However, what made Master Bigby famous is that he invented a series of spells.

The wizards of Franis followed the specialties of Master Tim Kenan. After being promoted to Legend, they liked to invent spells, and they valued their achievements extremely.

There is a high-level decision-making group in the floating city of the Big Three.

Wezeland is the "six-member council", Nether is the "elders group", and Flanes is an organization called the "Eight Leaves".

Eight leaves are fixed at eight members.

The wizard of Franis wants to enter the eight leaves, not by the wizard's level, nor by the level of strength, but by the achievements of inventing spells. The current Baye members, everyone has a spell named after him, five legendary high-level, three legendary middle-level.

Master Bigby is one of them, and the most famous wizard.

The series of spells he invented are all arcane and are related to "hands", such as the five-ringed "Bigby Palm", which forms a force field with soul power, and looks like a huge palm that can stand in front of you Protect yourself, and you can push to attack the enemy.

There are also the “Bigby’s high-five” at the sixth ring, the “Bigby’s grasping the palm” at the seventh ring, etc., all the way up, the power is getting stronger and stronger.

The palm spells of Bigby’s series are very easy to use. They have both continuous attack, protection, control and interference. They are powerful and have outstanding effects. After in-depth research and mastering, they can make a fragile wizard possess extremely powerful melee ability. It doesn't delay the long-distance spellcasting, so it is very popular among wizards and makes Master Bigby famous.

Raistlin has mastered the palm spells of this series.

However, Ren guessed that Master Bigby was not about to learn spells with himself, but was related to the upcoming duel.

The Floating City of Franis was established by Master Tim Kenan. This holy soul wizard has his own set of spellcasting concepts, called Balance School.

The casting philosophy of the balance school is to master the right amount of spells and increase the right amount of power, neither learn too many spells nor too little, choose some spells to increase the corresponding number of levels, maintain the balance between spells and powers, and adapt to situations , Use the most suitable spell at the most appropriate time.

In short, everything must be balanced.

This is not only the casting philosophy, but also the life philosophy of Master Tim Kenan.

Everything in the world, whether it is the main material realm and many planes, heaven and abyss, civilization and country, even good gods and evil gods, must maintain a great balance.

This is not a simple philosophical theory. It is very detailed and complicated. It is the ultimate ideal drawn by Master Tim Kenan in hundreds of years of magic research. He regards maintaining the great balance of everything in the world as his mission.

The most intuitive manifestation is to maintain the balance between Netherite and Morduism.

Master Tim Kenan vacillates between the two factions, ensuring that one faction will not be overpowered and will eventually completely control the entire empire.

Over the past few hundred years, Nether City has prevailed in the Empire as a whole.

Therefore, Frannis and Wezeland are closer, and most of the time, the two sides will unite against Nether City.

However, as the strength of Wezeland has risen, in recent years, Flannes has begun to stay away from it, often stumbling on Wezeland, such as resolutely not cooperating in solving the problem of huge debts.

A few years ago, the undead natural disaster caused heavy casualties, and Flanis began to approach again.

Whether it is Netherlander or Wezeland, Flannis has never been regarded as a true ally.

Renn has always been blind to this kind of shit-chucking stick that jumps horizontally.

However, Master Tim Kenan's strength is really too strong, and he was promoted to the Holy Soul Wizard nearly three hundred years earlier than the teacher.

According to the teacher, Master Tim Kenan has already surpassed level 30, maybe several levels higher than him!

Master Bigby, who was under Flannis, was naturally a fan of the balance theory. Unexpectedly, he visited Dean Sabra to intervene in the duel between himself and Kuitu.

Nether and Wezeland have to compete against each other. Flannes, both of the empire's Big Three, must not be a spectator and must show their existence.

But this time, where will Flannes stand?

Rehne thought about it and followed Donis on his walk in the academy. He suddenly noticed that there were more and more people around him. They were all students in the academy. There were extraordinary people and young students who were still ordinary people.

They stopped and cast their gazes, their faces full of surprise and curiosity.

"Look."

"That is Speaker Rennes!"

"Goddess is here, really Earl Glamorgan!" The students exclaimed, stopping to watch as if they had found a rare treasure. When Renne walked over and chased him, a large group of people gathered soon behind him, and then again. Attract more people to watch.

"Gosh, I have never seen such a handsome man..."

Ryan heard the whispers of some female students, and couldn't help feeling a little proud. He smiled in the direction of the group of girls and almost fainted with excitement.

Finally, a red-haired boy of 16 or 7 years old dared to come forward and said nervously: "Lei, Speaker Wren, you are the hero I admire the most. My dream is to be as great as you in the future. Wizard, can, can you sign me?"

He handed over a magic notebook and pen, his face full of expectation.

"it is good."

Rein gladly took the magical note and flipped through it. There were a lot of content on it. Although they were all relatively simple, it also showed the other party's hard work.

"What's your name?" he asked with a smile.

"Ron." The boy flushed with excitement, and repeated loudly, "My name is Ron, which is similar to the spelling of an adult's name."

Ren nodded, wrote "May Ron never stop on the road of magic" on the front page of the note, and then signed his name "Ren Augustus".

"All right."

He returned the magic notebook and pen to the other party, and the Eye of Soul observed by the way, and was surprised to find that this young man named Ron was quite talented, and he would surely be able to successfully perform the soul-changing ceremony, and there was a high probability of becoming a wizard.

"Thank you!" Ron carefully collected his notes, "Thank you, sir."

Click!

The white light flashed, accompanied by the sound of pressing the shutter.

A student took out the camera he carried, took this scene, and shouted, "Speaker Rennes, can I take a photo with you?"

Other students scrambled to surround themselves, "Speaker Rennes, can you sign me too?"

"I want to take a photo with Speaker Rennes."

"Speaker Rennes, I am a wizard and wizard that is rare in a century, please accept it as my student!"

"Ah... Rennes, I love you!"

A girl screamed, drew people's attention, the scene became extremely chaotic, and the spacious road was crowded with difficulty.

Donis, who had never seen this formation, was taken aback, but he reacted extremely quickly, and instantly opened a protective force field to block the students, and yelled: "Speaker Rennes has business to do, so you can't waste time. Everyone backs away."

But the students were too enthusiastic and were not reconciled to leave like this.

"Sir, let's send it over."

After getting Ren's consent, Donis opened an arbitrary door and asked Ren to go in first.

The two appeared in a corridor in the tallest wizard tower in the middle of Bruvots. The floor was covered with thick and soft blankets, bright crystal lamps above their heads, and exquisite portraits hung on the walls on both sides. This is the portrait of previous deans.

Donis knocked on the door at the end of the corridor.

Then came a gentle and magnetic male voice: "Please come in."

Immediately the door opened automatically.

Donis bent over and made a please gesture, Ren walked in, and at first glance he saw a man leaning against his desk.

He looks less than 30 years old, of medium build, about 1.8 meters, not fat or thin, wearing custom-fitting simple casual clothes, hands in pockets, very relaxed posture, handsome face with a faint smile .

The fly in the ointment is that his two foreheads are a bit high, and there seems to be signs of hair loss.

However, this did not affect his extraordinary charm. There are short beards on both sides of his cheeks and chin, which are neatly trimmed, and he is obviously well taken care of.

The blue-gray eyes contained calmness and wisdom, as if they would never get angry, making people unconsciously want to get close to him.

Rehn was slightly shocked, and this handsome gentleman was Dean Sabra.

The eye of the soul saw a layer of haziness, like looking at a flower in the mist, only vaguely seeing a vast soul in the form of a soul gathering tower.

He has been promoted to Holy Soul Wizard!

Ren bowed and saluted: "I have seen Dean Sabra."

Sabra stood up straight to show respect, and smiled: "Ren, I haven't heard your name in the past few years. I know you are very strong, but I didn't expect you to be so handsome. I am a little envious, haha..."

Renn couldn't help being a little surprised.

"Just kidding." Sabra walked over and patted Ren's shoulder. There was no such thing as the predecessor and the holy spirit wizard. He pointed to the other person in the room and said: "I will introduce you to this one from Master Bigby of Flannes."

Renn had seen each other long ago.

This is a thin middle-aged wizard, about fifty years old, with brown hair and brown eyes, his eyes are a bit sloppy, his skin is pale, and he is sickly haggard, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

However, the eyes of the soul see through the truth.

This kind of weakness is just a false appearance, the opponent's soul is extremely powerful, the peak of the nineteenth-level arcanist has already integrated a nine-ring spell, and only two more can be promoted to the holy soul.

"Master Bigby, I've admired the name for a long time." Renn greeted neither humble nor overbearing.

"Speaker Rennes."

Bigby nodded in response, still sitting on the sofa without getting up, looking a little cold. In fact, he has been observing since Rehn entered the door, and his eyes were curious.

"Okay, Renn, please sit down." Sabra waved his hand, and the teapot on the table flew up to pour a cup of hot tea, hung lightly in front of Renn, and said at the same time: "I am not asking you to come over today. It's Bigby's meaning. Do I need to leave?"

He looked at Bigby and asked.

"No need." Bigby said without any greetings, and said straightforwardly: "Speaker Rennes, I have heard of your duel with Kuitu."

Renn listened quietly, without any response.

"After discussing with Baye, we believe that the impact of this duel is beyond the original scope, triggering a larger-scale struggle, and it is very likely to break the balance of the empire. This is the result that Flaannis does not want to see." Said in a natural tone.

Ren wanted to complain about the conflict between Wezeland and Netherland.

But in this world, it always makes sense to have a big fist. Behind Franis is Master Tim Kenan. They don't need a reason to intervene in something.

This is why Franis is not trusted.

Their view of balance is totally self-centered ~www.ltnovel.com~, arbitrary and arbitrary, free to prove, a hat that disrupts balance is buckled down, and it does not give people a chance to justify.

If it weren't for Master Tim Kenan, the group of shit-chucking sticks would have been eliminated.

However, Flaannis' insight is very keen.

Although they intervened in the duel out of the balance of the idea and didn't really guess their intentions, outsiders may see it more clearly, and it's considered a beating.

"Flannis mean?" Renne asked deliberately.

"Both sides take a step back." Bigby said indifferently: "The duel does not need to be cancelled, but it cannot be really fought, let alone birth and death. The main purpose is to learn spells. In order to prevent you and Kuitu from playing real fire, it is difficult to stop. I will also go off the court as a referee and take action at any time to protect your safety."

Ren's face changed slightly.

Balance is not about neutrality, nor is it about sitting on the hill and watching tigers fight, but about entering the field and pulling the sideline.

Obviously, Bigby said that he was a referee, but he was actually here to pull the sideline, and he would help whoever fell into the trap.

Damn, a bunch of dogs are arrogant with mice!

Rennes cursed secretly, "Quito agreed?"

"Yes." There was a smile on Bigby's face. "Before you, I had talked to Kuitu, and he completely agreed that I would be the referee."

"Speaker Rennes, what do you think?"

Bigby was asking on the surface, but in fact he didn't care if Renn agreed. He would definitely enter the field anyway.

Renn stared at Bigby for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

He shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It's just a struggle of spirits. Since Master Bigby is so important and wants to participate, let's come."

Without waiting for the other party's response, Ren got up and nodded to Sabra, opened an arbitrary door to teleport away.