Twenty Sided Dice

The teacher who walked in was a young human with a white robe that was similar in color to Siegel's, except that the corners of his robe were decorated with golden cloud patterns. He bowed before walking up to the podium, and then said aloud: "Today I'm going to talk about the relationship between the March system and magic."

The man spoke in simple language and with a witty language, but it was of no use to Siegel. Involved by the Wall of Storms, the Thunder Wall Continent is even a fake sun, let alone the moon. The solitary silver moon is unwilling to even pay attention to the werewolf, and the mage will not even raise his head to pay attention.

The March system has formed three types of mages. Each type of mages has their own main gods corresponding to the moon. The gods have the final say on what magic they can use, and mages must pray to them. Whether this is a magician or a priest, Siegel can't tell. From this aspect, the mages in the Thunder Wall world are still full of freedom. Even if they don't believe in magic gods, there will be no defects in their spellcasting abilities.

The female elf Anna suddenly winked at Siegel, motioning him to look sideways. Siegel narrowed his eyes with just a flick: the masked elf dropped his hands to his side, and from his sleeves fell a few small, wriggling black worms that looked like a variation of earthworms. The bug hid under the seat and slowly crawled towards a bald human mage, leaving a shallow wet mark behind him.

This is definitely not a good thing, you can feel the yin emanating from those few bugs without detecting evil. Siegel was about to speak to remind him when he saw the female elf make a silent gesture. "It's their business, don't get involved. They used the points, they must be worth the money, or they will take anger on you."

Just as Siegel hesitated, the black bug accelerated and stuck to the ankle of the bald human mage. The magic defense that was supposed to protect didn't work. The worm squirmed twice, found the location of the blood vessel, and then suddenly became smaller. Swoosh into it.

The bald man felt a little, reached out and scratched. Nothing was found.

This... Siegel was about to stand up and speak to remind him, but was called by the teacher who was lecturing. "That gray-haired old man, can you tell me how to make room for my companions when casting fireballs?"

"Hey, bald man, you've been bitten by black bugs," Siegel said.

The white-robed young mage was stunned for a moment, and everyone's eyes turned to the bald human mage. The man patted his body and recited a few incantations, allowing the detective magic to see through himself. He shook his head. Said to Siegel: "Are you confused? I'm fine, where are the bugs in my body?"

"Just now, a black worm fell from the masked man's sleeve and bit your ankle. Check it out." Siegel was interrupted by someone on the podium as soon as he finished speaking: "Your If the answer is incorrect, forty points will be deducted."

"What?! This is outrageous!" Siegel turned to look at the teacher, angry at his indiscriminate approach. The elf Anna reminded: "Don't contradict the teacher, those are all illusions from the magic tower, they are not real people at all, so they don't talk about their feelings at all. It's useless to kill him!"

"Sit down. Who else can answer this question will get ten points."

The dwarf raised his hand the fastest, and he replied, "You can change shape by using spell shaping. Avoid hurting your own people."

The lecturer was noncommittal, but instead said: "Now I will introduce a spell, a variant of the fireball spell, called the cremation pyre. It uses multiple bursts to generate power, and does not produce a troublesome diffuse effect. "

He didn't say anything about adding points, but the dwarf didn't bring it up either. It seems that the process of adding points is secret. Siegel asked Deng Shen, and it turned out that it was forbidden to check other people's points. In this way, no one can know what scores other people have. Not sure how they use this score.

Siegel lost points, except for the pity on the female elf Anna's face. Others were either gloating or expressionless. The lecturer gushed about the spells he had invented. Siegel listened boredly. He was called twice again, and after answering correctly, he got 30 points, which was considered to make up for his loss.

Those grades and lecturers' professors were not the focus of Siegel's attention, and he devoted most of his energy to observation and prevention. The masked wizard's way of manipulating bugs is more like a druid, but it is indeed using the ability of the wizard's spells. If you want to cast spells on others, you need to pay points, and the bug will not simply disappear.

Sure enough, before the get out of class was over, the bald mage suddenly stood up, his face was pale, and he retched while clutching his chest. For this, the lecturing mage deducted 50 points from him and told him to sit down immediately. Bald struggled for a while, and finally sat down on the chair, but also spit out a large amount of black sewage with a "wow". The people next to him hurriedly avoided, for fear of splashing on themselves.

The sewage was full of black and shriveled sacs similar to molting, like the result of the high-speed proliferation of black worms in his body and the constant mutation at the same time. The bald man had completely lost his ability to control his body, and while the black sewage overflowed from his mouth, he lay on his back on a chair and twitched violently. From the whites of his rolled eyes, the energy of lightning continued to overflow, accompanied by unstoppable blood.

In less than a minute, the bald head slumped down like a deflated ball. A large number of slender black threads crawled out of his pores, then gathered together and twisted into a ball of thread, wriggling and crawling towards the masked wizard. The man lifted his robe and let the threads of these black bugs get in. When he put down the robe, everything was blocked.

The teacher who gave the lecture again fined him 100 points in the name of "pollution of the environment", and then continued the lecture. Siegel understood this time that the so-called lecturer was just a puppet created by the kingdom of God, and had no real character at all. They can only deal with things mechanically and repetitively, without a trace of emotion.

The emotions of the people listening to the class are much more real, but it cannot be said that they are necessarily real people. Siegel looked at the bald corpse on the ground and pinched his chin thoughtfully: If this is a dummy of the kingdom of God, why would they kill each other? Why is it so complicated?

When the class was over, everyone stood up and prepared to leave. The masked elf did not walk towards the gate, but walked towards Siegel. "You have a lot of mouths, old thing. Don't meddle." The man's voice was wet and waxy, like a sticky slug. "If you speak more, maybe some bugs will get in. It will eat your heart, liver, spleen and lungs!"

"Give it a try, you bugger. Your little tricks won't fool you." Siegel was so timid, the staff slammed on the ground, and the flames rose from under his feet, showing a fiery red on the white robe Color: "I will die as much as I come here, I'm afraid you won't have any materials for casting spells soon!"

Just as the masked man was about to speak, the teacher's voice rang out: "Gaskell, you currently have the highest points. You can go to the second floor after class."

Should have been prepared. The masked man turned around and left, grabbing the bald corpse. With a golden light behind the podium, spiral transparent steps appeared in front of everyone. The masked man named Gaskel stepped up the steps and disappeared from everyone's sight with the corpse in his hand.

"What is the second floor?" Siegel spent five points to ask, only to get the answer from Deng Shen: "spellcasting skills practice". After the masked man went up, the lecturer waved his hand, the steps disappeared, and he disappeared in a puff of blue smoke in front of everyone.

"Oluoin, you know now, sitting in the middle is the easiest to be called up to answer questions. The easiest to get points. Although you are at a loss this time, you will always catch up." Elf Anna smiled and comforted him.

"That bald mage..." Siegel looked at the female elf in confusion, "Don't you care about his situation?"

"He's dead. What else do you have to worry about?" The elf said decisively: "If you want to save people, you also need to pay points, and it's based on the total number of attackers and defenders, at least 500 cases. Especially no Earnings, who can stand it? You can only take care of yourself here, and be careful to guard against others. You have done your best to remind you, he doesn't believe it and he can't find it out, who can you blame? Do you have to die for every fool Is the person responsible?"

Siegel shook his head: "Then I can't take care of it. I understand how you take care of yourself, but why have you always been so enthusiastic about me? According to common sense. I killed the dwarf as soon as I got here. The murderer back."

The elf shook his head quickly, "That doesn't mean fierce. It's just the dwarf who provokes you. If it were me, I wouldn't be merciful. I study the spell of prophecy. The intuition is very accurate, never Mistakes have been made. My intuition tells me that you are a safe choice, even if you don't help me, you won't harm me for no reason."

"As a mage, you still believe in intuition, which is really different." Siegel complimented, and then thought quietly. Under the premise of being vigilant, even an apparent alliance is much better than fighting alone, so he reached out and tapped his forehead three times, using this elven etiquette to show that he agreed to form an alliance.

"Very well, you won't regret it." The elf bowed and saluted, indicating that the covenant was completed. "Although the way time flows here is weird, there are always nine people, and there are always people who come early and people who come late. In my case, the orcs and the masked men came earlier than me, and you are the newest. one."

"Why can dwarfs be resurrected but bald heads can't?" Siegel asked.

"Every reorganization requires two hundred points, and it must be taken out immediately, without credit. There are still points left for the dwarf, but not enough for the bald man. I have observed you, and you must have a negative score now, even if it is more than zero. It's also very limited. You're very insecure like this, so you have to get points as soon as possible."

What I want is the final victory, not the points. Siegel wanted to say that, but he would have to stick to it for at least a while before finding a way to crack the rules of the kingdom of God. When the points are negative, in addition to the points being deducted, you can't take the initiative to spend the points - you have to repay the debt before you can borrow it again. This will cause considerable inconvenience in ordinary times. Anna didn't explain in detail what the inconvenience was, but took Siegel to a place where points could be earned.

The first floor of the magic tower is a classroom, but when there is no lecture, this is the copy room. Siegel was taken out of the door by Anna, and immediately turned around to return. Just when the door was opened, the appearance of the room completely changed. The semi-circular table arrangement has become a vertical and horizontal pattern, and each table has a varying number of documents and blank scrolls.

This style reminded Siegel of the Magic Society. Although he has never been there himself, he has heard from an old man in the federation that the federation has such a transcription room, where apprentices, trainee mages, and formal mages work hard, protect books by transcribing, and use the magic of scrolls to protect books. Seal the spell. Members of each association are required to turn in a certain number of scrolls each year. And it can't be replaced by other methods - such as turning in money or magic materials. That's why the Mage Association has such a large number of book copies, and when they don't lend or support it, it makes the Mage of the Association particularly angry.

"The things on each table are different. And no one knows what's inside before opening it." Elf Anna said: "The things inside are difficult or easy, and some very biased things can't be copied at all. Once you Sit down and open it up. Either you finish copying, and the accuracy rate must meet the standard, or it will be regarded as giving up, and the corresponding points will be deducted. We have tried it, unless your foundation is very, very poor, otherwise this job is still profitable. "

"I know it's different," Siegel asked. "What about the pay, isn't it the same?"

"Of course not. Some have only a few points. Others have hundreds of points, and it has nothing to do with difficulty, it can only rely on luck." Anna rubbed her nose: "I tried it, and I didn't use prophecy or intuition. use."

But Siegel has a way. When he turned his head back, he felt a faint but interesting magical wave in the copy room. It does not show continuity like the lines of the array, but keeps jumping in the room, appearing and disappearing irregularly. A few days ago, Siegel would have thought it was an unintentional release of free elements from the environment. But after studying Shenhuo for a long time, he has a new understanding of this situation.

The opposite of determinism is probability, and even chaotic jerks have laws behind them. Siegel walked up and down the room. Draw a magical topographic map of the entire room with your keen elemental perception, and then find out a few key nodes.

The pulsating element rarely came to these positions, but according to Siegel's calculations. This is where the highest probability lies. He sat down, opened the book, and found that it was just a simple transcription of non-magical text. Although it is a script that Siegel does not know at all, as long as it is not a scroll, no matter how difficult an ordinary book can be, it can be done with magic.

Siegel performed the transcription technique, and the task in this seat was quickly completed. At the same time, the elf Anna also picked a position at will, bowing her head and busy. The Djinn floated over and told Siegel that he had forty points.

At least that way, you'll be right. Siegel thought. He found the next location, and after opening it, it was a very simple task. When Anna finally finished her first job at hand. Siegel has already done three copies and has 120 points. Forty more will be in hand soon.

"Wow, there are 27 points this time, it's not worth my effort." Anna stretched her waist and didn't seem to care about the eyes of the "old man". "How are you, is your score correct?"

Siegel pointed to a location, but said nothing. Anna froze for a moment, blinked her eyes, and walked over without hesitation. When she was done, she was already scratching her head anxiously. She wanted Siegel to finish it as soon as possible, so that he could get the points so easily, what was going on.

Siegel could not answer this question. He himself knew what was going on, but he couldn't say it. If there is no experience in studying Shenhuo, even if you understand that there are uncertainties and probabilities in the world, there is no way to apply this theory.

"To be honest, I only discovered it by chance, and I can't teach you." Siegel spread his hands and said to Anna: "The phenomenon here is constantly changing, even if you memorize the seat number, it is useless. "

The elf nodded vigorously and said: "Okay, I believe you. Your ability is very useful. After all, the more points you have, the more likely you will be able to reach the highest level. If you can bring me this trick, I will teach you one too. Method."

She opened her space bag, took out a magic scroll from it and put it in Siegel's hand, "This is not for you, just to lend you a look. If you sell it to Djinn, I am would be very angry!"

Although she said that, she also gestured with her hand to let Siegel sell the scroll to the Djinn. This dimensional anchor spell only changed five points, far less than the gnome's staff.

Siegel had already guessed this way, but he still wanted to hear the elf Anna explain in detail. "The ownership does not belong to you, and it must be a magic item made entirely of external materials before it can be sold to the Djinn for points. So I can't give you the thing, I can only ask you to take it or lend it to you. If you make magic items from materials in the room, even if they work normally, you can't exchange them for anything. You must be careful. Don't be fooled."

Anna then told Siegel a lot of hidden rules of the Magic Academy, some of which were groped through experience, and some were exchanged for points and the lamp god. "The rules of points are very complicated. No one dares to say that they have mastered them all. If you have any new discoveries, let me know."

"The only ones who came earlier than you were the orcs and the masked elves. You are also the veteran here, why didn't you leave?" Siegel tentatively asked: "You said before that you don't care whether you become the final winner, you just want to Study here. But do you know where this is? Or, in other words, how did you get here?"

The original friendly face disappeared, the elf Anna restrained her smile, and frost appeared in her eyes. Although he didn't feel any magic or elemental fluctuations, Siegel had an intuition that Anna didn't need to show signs. Spells can be cast at any time. He knew that the question had involved everyone's biggest secret, which was his true identity. Deng Shen strictly prohibited the use of magic to spy, and there must be some consideration, which also reflects the importance of this issue. Siegel did not use spells, but asked questions in disguise. He took a big risk, just to know how important this matter was to the "old man" who had been in the magic academy for a long time, and what kind of character Anna was the elf under the effusive appearance.

The elf took a step back, his fingers trembling slightly. However, the magic was not released, and the battle did not break out. "There's a rule in the Academy of Magic. If I know your identity, beat you again, and pay a certain amount of points to kick you out of school forever. The more detailed the identity information, the less points you'll spend later, and before you beat your opponent. , you don't know how much you're going to spend. So it's impossible for me to tell you the answer to this question."

Siegel nodded in understanding, and changed the question to "What do you want most here."

"Climb to the fourth floor, learn the secrets of legendary spells, and master all the legendary magic seeds." Anna said: "I need to bring a specific spell back to my hometown, and this magic academy is the most likely place. It's a pity to go to the fourth place. The cost of the floor is very high, and it requires six thousand points. It takes only one day. I am waiting for the mage of the academy to issue a task, and I will find someone to go there to clean or help. Only then can I have hope."

"Why don't you use everyone's strength to let you go to the fourth floor early. Then let you go straight home? Forerunners like you have a great advantage over latecomers, and it is difficult for others to..."

Before Siegel could finish speaking, he heard a thud outside the magic tower. The two felt strange and stopped the conversation and went outside. The masked elf mage was falling to the ground, with a shallow pit under his body. He seems to have fallen directly from a very high place, and the bones in his body have been flattened, leaving only one after another of black bugs appearing from under him, or burrowing into the soil to escape, or to the nearest living creature. People crawl.

Everyone is far away~www.novelmt.com~ The scene of the death of the bald man is still vivid in our minds, and we all know the danger of this kind of bug. Every bug exudes magical aura, and the fluctuations of undead and conjuration are very clear. A few bugs crawled towards the elf, and Anna stretched out her boots and drew a horizontal line in front of her, creating a wall of fire. The black worm felt the power of the fire wall, and immediately turned downwards and drilled into the cracks in the masonry.

The worms crawled more and more, but finally disappeared into the mud. At this time, the masked elf's clothes were completely withered, and a gust of wind blew into the air. There was no body inside the clothes, but there were quite a few loose bandages stained with tawny. The wriggling bug is the body of the mage. He uses the method of cluster collective consciousness to think, and also uses the method of scattered escape to save his life.

Siegel looked up and saw no hidden figure capable of smashing the masked elf like this. Didn't he go to the second floor just now?

"The room is safe, go in first." Anna bit her lower lip and said, "Be careful with everything, strange things have begun to appear again!" (To be continued.)

ps: Take the children out to play today, that's all, but there are more than 6,000 words. Everyone is fine to vote monthly, I wonder if they can rush to the third place?