Twenty Sided Dice

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With the help of the force field wall, the mountain road is no longer a difficult hassle, but just an anxious journey. The closer to the seven-story tower, the stronger the induction from the Lord of the Rings. It was a visceral urge, somewhere between finding a life-and-death foe and getting a huge treasure right away. Siegel remembered that he blocked the negative emotions that the writer had set in the demon world, but he didn't expect it to appear again at this time.

If you are affected by this emotion for a long time, you will definitely become a lunatic slowly. Siegel tried it himself, and even if he wore the ring in the form of a skeleton, he could not completely get rid of the influence of the ring. For the sake of safety, Siegel temporarily turned off the ring's induction and placed it in the key space.

Winding through more than forty peaks, the narrow, rugged road finally ends at a wide platform. Large white square bricks paved a flat square, and seven statues of mage in different shapes each occupy a corner. They hold different spellcasting tools, including common wands, staffs, scrolls, crystal balls, and rare magic swords, blood droplets, and inexplicable emblems suspended in the air. All the statues looked intently at the utensils in their hands, and their slightly parted lips seemed to be chanting a spell.

Siegel looks from the left to the right, the expressions of the statues are concatenated, their lips forming a coherent movement. He tried to imitate the pronunciation and found it to be the word "spell". Spells are the manifestation of magic, the basis for all wizards to learn, but why it must be a spell, always a spell, no one knows.

Behind the platform guarded by the seven statues is a cobblestone road, guarded by tall white stone columns on both sides, through the last valley. Then there is the magic tower. This place is full of strong elemental power, and Siegel can squeeze the elements into objects such as water and soil with a single grab. If you cast the fireball with all your strength, I am afraid that it will easily create a landscape of the sea of ​​​​fire.

Too much elemental concentration also brings some problems. That's a drop in perception and detection distances. The dark night without light makes it impossible to see things, but being shrouded in strong light can also blind you. A dark brown djinn floated out from behind the statue before. Siegel didn't notice it at all.

A cloud of white smoke supported its strong upper body, and it held a long staff in its thick hands - but no matter how it looked, it looked like it was holding a long machete. Dengshen's eyelids are painted with colorful eyeshadow, and a pair of brown mustaches hang under his nose, which looks a bit funny.

"Hello, foreign mage, welcome to the Supreme Magic Academy." Deng Shen said in dragon language without the slightest accent: "Only one winner can win the crown and become the master of the magic tower."

"Who else was there before me?" Siegel was more concerned about this question.

"Time and space are relative, where is the difference between morning and evening? The person who took a step ahead of you may not have been born before you died. Why bother. When you walk past the statue, your face will change. Hidden away, no one will know who you are through prophetic spells unless you reveal yourself."

Siegel nodded, indicating that he understood. The kingdom of God formed by Shenhuo has its own characteristics. Unless it also has the domain of the kingdom of God and can surpass it in divine power, it must be obeyed obediently.

"In this magic academy, apart from being a student, there are only competitors. But all competition must be within the rules, or you will be expelled and leave here forever." Deng Shen said: "The rules are very simple. All interactions between them must be reported to the Djinn in advance."

"What if someone suddenly shoots and hurts other people, or even kills them?"

Deng Shen laughed twice, and his figure swayed. "Time and space are relative, and there is no essential difference between before and after. The impact of violations can be traced back in time, so you don't have to worry about it."

Not everything can be traced back in time, Siegel thought. However, he is not obliged to educate these lamp gods. After all, lamp gods are just constructs designed to perform specific tasks, not gods.

When Siegel stepped over the statue. The seven mage statues are all shining, especially the statue holding the magic sword and the magic implement shines the brightest. after the light disappeared. Siegel has transformed into a man in a white robe. An old man with a black metal staff and an elf sword across his waist. The black hair had turned into a long white shawl, and the gray beard hung down like a dwarf on his chest, hiding three braids.

His voice also changed, old but still imposing, with a faint sound of thunder. Siegel carefully inspected his body and found that his skills had not deteriorated due to his old appearance. He could still use dwarf combat skills and elf steps, and the abilities brought by the dice were not affected.

"Oroin Curonel will be my name," Siegel said to the Djinn after thinking about it. "I come from a world called Zentraedi."

Zentraedi's history and culture, language and art are readily available, and Siegel has worked hard to deceive the goblins. Later, these things were completely useless, and few people knew about it, so this fake identity could be used easily.

"Please come this way, Mr. Kurune." Deng Shen's eyes flickered, leading the way ahead. Siegel slapped his feet hard with his long stick, making it a little sloppy, like a real old man. It is said that a person's identity can be discerned from stride length and pace, so hopefully this simple disguise will come in handy.

His worries were superfluous. Shielding the original identity is the rule of this small world. Unless you use a higher divine power, there is no hope of seeing it. After passing through the canyon, in the square below the magic tower, there were already eight people waiting early. Siegel squinted his eyes for a long time, but did not see who Chanem was at all.

These people were old and young, male and female, and with Siegel there were three humans, three elves, one half-dragon, one dwarf, and one half-orc. Some have a cold and arrogant expression, some have withdrawn and hostile eyes, and some are enthusiastic. Siegel asked, everyone came from a place like Zentraedi that they had never heard of, and they all arrived here not long ago.

The Djinn once said that time and space are relative. These people are likely from different time periods. Just moved to the here and now. Siegel wasn't sure if he had experienced a time shift when he was walking the rough road, and it's likely that the time he's in now is a far cry from the time of the Blackwater Bay orc war.

"Your mission is to learn, and then become the strongest one. Climb the tower and become its master." Deng Shen's words were clear. Imprinted in everyone's ears: "You will have your own dwelling, and you will have your own djinn. Whether you want to get daily supplies or read books, you can find the djinn. Remember, even if you are the only one What's left doesn't mean you can win, it just means everyone else has lost."

After finishing speaking, the brown lamp **** disintegrated in the air and turned into nine small lamp gods of different colors. The one that flew to Siegel was still brown. Don't know if this is a coincidence or what.

"The first class will be held in the afternoon," said the nine lamp gods in unison. Everyone was wondering how to judge the time, when the top of their heads lit up. A sun appeared out of thin air, hanging high in the sky, and the light and heat it shed seemed to be real.

This is no longer an effect that an illusion can achieve. Siegel clearly feels the surging vitality and a feeling similar to divine power. Opposite him, an elf in a black robe and a smiling face mask—perfectly seen by pointed ears—crying in the sunlight, as if the light and heat were hurt. Could that be Chanem, who likes hiding and shadows, not even campfires. Not to mention the sun.

The masked elf trembled for a moment, then stood up straight again, and some faint gray smoke escaped from the gap in his robe. He moved his neck. The result was originally supposed to be the sound of knuckles, but there was a smooth, screeching sound. This strange sound made one feel nauseated, and Siegel felt goosebumps all over himself.

This person is on Siegel's Dangerous List and must be vigilant at all times. At this time, the lamp **** spoke again, there must be some kind of connection between them, otherwise it would be impossible to have such a tacit understanding. "Your room will appear soon, which will create an environment according to your own habits, with alchemy and spell laboratories. All the materials you need will be provided by the tower, but the materials that are too rare will be from your final grades. Deducted. Ranked according to the time you pass through the mountain path. You will now get one hundred to two hundred points, please ask your own lamp **** for the exact amount."

The voice fell. Eight earth bags were raised around the periphery of the tower, and then turned into semi-buried underground houses. This form of dwelling is very common in halfling villages. Behind the round gate is a warm, comfortable abode, sheltered from inclement weather and the distractions of the outside world. However, everyone was not here for vacation, and they were all competing with each other, so they glanced at each other and chose a direction to walk over.

Siegel looked at the masked elf for a while, then took a direction. From the outside, all semi-buried houses are indistinguishable, and it doesn't matter which one you choose. But after seeing Siegel's action, someone ran to his side.

It was a dwarf with two different colored eyes and a pointy goatee on his chin. He uses a human staff as a magic weapon, which means that he holds a pole twice as long as his height in both hands. Every time the staff poked the ground, it would leave red sparks~www.novelmt.com~ Either the staff's energy was too strong, or it was damaged and malfunctioning.

"Old man, this is not your place." The dwarf's tone was cold, staring at Siegel with small eyes like snakes. "You should choose somewhere else, or just get out of here."

Siegel looked at him, the staff paused on the ground, then turned to ask the lamp god: "Can I teach this little thing a lesson?"

"Two hundred points." Deng Shen replied coldly.

Siegel knew that he only had one hundred and sixty points. Although it was okay to be negative, it was not worth it to spend two hundred points on such a provocateur.

"There is an advantage to being expensive, and there is an advantage to being cheap." Siegel turned around and left, changing to a place where no one else was.

The dwarf saw Siegel's back to him, and immediately raised his staff.

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