Warhammer Wizard

Early September.

　　 A group of young wizards gathered here under the high tower in the Floating City of Wezeland.

　　As the elite wizards of Floating City, their talents and potential far surpass the ordinary transcendents outside, and they exude a powerful magical aura. When the apprentices in the academy pass by, they dare not get too close and cast enviable eyes.

　　 The wizards didn’t care about their admiration for the apprentice. They stood in small circles in twos and threes, closed their eyes and meditated, or whispered to their friends, with different looks.

　　 However, from time to time, someone quietly looked at the brightest ones in the crowd.

One is a high-level wizard with the appearance of a high elf, with fair skin and extremely handsome appearance. Under a black magic robe, he stands upright and straight, but his temperament is slightly gloomy, and his eyes are very indifferent. .

　　 "Dalamar..."

　　 "This arrogant guy is still so annoying."

　　 "Yes! I will teach him a lesson sooner or later."

　　 The wizards had a very bad impression of Dalamar. Many people had been defeated by him and were severely humiliated, so the tone was a bit bad, but also a bit sour.

　　 Since Dalamar was accepted as a student by Speaker Rennes, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds. I heard that he has been promoted to the ninth level of Dark Demon last month, which is almost shocking.

　　 Many people were unhappy with Dalamar, but now they have given up the idea of ​​finding a place back.

"He was lucky, and he was favored by Speaker Rennes." A middle-level wizard said disgustedly: "With the wealth and generosity of Speaker Rennes, he is so good to the students. If I were replaced by me, he would definitely be promoted within three years. Wizard."

　　 A few wizards nodded in agreement, but no one took it seriously.

　　 can become a Wezeland wizard, and is a person who is qualified to participate in the wizard exchange competition, no one is that kind of fool.

　　Dalamar is really annoying, but his talent is also obvious to all. If it weren't for the identity and character of the elf, he would not be rejected by the legendary wizards for two consecutive years until he was accepted by Speaker Rennes.

　　 Seeing that no one responded, the talking wizard was a little embarrassed, and he suddenly said something out of nowhere.

　　 "Cough..."

　　 He quickly changed the subject, "Do you think Dalamar and Miss Polaris, who has the better chance of winning the trophy in the high-end category?"

　　 "Of course it is Ms. Polaris."

　　 "It goes without saying that Ms. Peraris has beaten Dalamar several times, and she is now also the Nine Wizard Arcanist."

　　 The wizards responded one after another. When speaking, they kept looking at the circle where Dalamar was.

　　 There are four wizards, all of them are students of Speaker Rennes.

　　 One is Dalamar, who everyone hates, and the other is the most dazzling witch in the crowd, the incomparable beautiful Lady Peraris.

　　 She just stood there, like the brightest star in the night sky, making people unable to ignore her existence.

　　Whether it is a male wizard or a witch, he involuntarily peeked at her a few times, and sincerely admired why the gods favor her so much!

　　Polaris and Dalamar, they are the two most eye-catching wizards in the Floating City of Wezeland today.

　　 are also the two wizards with the highest voices to win this wizarding exchange contest.

　　 However, everyone's senses towards them are completely extreme.

　　 Almost everyone hates Dalamar, and is extremely disgusted with this elf, but can't beat him; at the same time, almost everyone supports Plarris, especially the male wizards, and their admiration for her has reached a feverish level.

　　 The two are equal in strength, and they have won each other in the magic duel, but the supporters are one-sided, belittle Dalamar, and pursue Peraris.

　　 No matter where Peraris goes, it will always be the focus of the crowd.

　　 But today, she is just one of the focuses.

　　 "Who is the half-elf next to Ms. Polaris?" someone couldn't help asking.

In fact, many wizards have seen that half-elf long ago. His appearance is no less than that of Peralus. He has long, moon-white hair tied behind his head. There seems to be a faint gleam on his skin. He is tall and straight, with a slightly cold temperament. , With smart and bright black eyes, it is reminiscent of a bright moon shed cold and radiant.

"She is also a student of Speaker Rennes, her name is Anvila, and she rarely shows up." A wizard said in a low voice, with a smug expression on her face: "She is almost always in the tower of Speaker Rennes, and I rarely go out. I met Ms. Jenna only once. It is said that she has half of the Moon Elf bloodline."

　　 "Moon Elf!"

　　The wizards felt so beautiful.

　　 "This Ms. Anvila is very strong, but it feels a bit strange, which school of wizards is she?" Someone sensed the strong aura and was surprised and curious.

　　 "Combat School." The wizard who answered earlier looked mysterious.

　　 "hiss..."

　　Several wizards who just learned the inside story all took a cold breath, and their faces were full of envy.

The three major schools of Ellen's World Wizards. The Seal School has always been the mainstream, with four specializations, accounting for more than 70% of all wizards; the three specializations of the Soul Guardian school account for the remaining 30%; as for the combat school, It has always been the smallest in number, and its proportion is negligible.

　　Although Master Oroin, the founder of the combat school, is a holy soul wizard, the whereabouts of Master Oroin are mysterious and erratic. He didn't create a floating city, not even a wizard tower. After passing down the idea of ​​the World Tree and the method of making the Seed of Melting Soul, he basically left it alone.

　　 Therefore, the combat school has never emerged, and has always been the weakest school of specialization.

　　The number of combat wizards is also rare.

　　 Except for Master Oroin, there are very few famous combat wizards, and there are few legendary combat wizards in the entire empire.

　　Until Speaker Rennes rises like a comet, in just five or six years, the famous empire is invincible, and people realize that the potential of the war wizard is so terrible!

　　 Even because of this, the Empire has a wave of fighting wizards.

The number of wizards who have chosen to become the combat school of various extraordinary colleges, wizard towers, spellcaster organizations, and floating cities has soared more than ten times. Although compared with other schools of specialization, the total number still accounts for less than 1%, but It is also quite impressive, at least not negligible.

　　 Now that I heard that Anvila Bai is still a fighting wizard under Speaker Rennes, I can't help but let people have endless imagination.

　　 The eyes of the wizards changed, and they subconsciously took a high look at Anweila.

　　 "Ms. Anvila also participates in the Wizarding Exchange?"

　　 "Since she is here, she must participate."

　　 "She is from the high-level group!"

　　 "So young is a high-level wizard, worthy of being a student of Speaker Rennes! Alas, if I can also worship Speaker Rennes, it would be great."

　　 "You are several years older than Speaker Rennes, so stop dreaming." Someone laughed.

The wizard's expression was stagnant, "Why not?" He pointed to the tall orc wizard, "Garo is also five years older than Speaker Rennes. He has the opportunity to show that Speaker Rennes doesn't care about age at all. It’s a talent, with my talent..."

　　The words were not finished, the wizards all sensed the wave of magic, and everyone fell silent.

　　 A portal opened in front of the crowd, and four legendary wizards walked through it.

The head is a majestic male wizard who can’t see his true age. He has a firm face and sharp eyes. He has a long and neat red head tied behind his head. His chin has a thick short beard. He holds a huge handle higher than himself. Staff.

　　 "Speaker Ronnie."

　　 The wizards bowed and saluted.

However, most of their gazes fell behind Speaker Ronnie, wearing light mithril armor and a big scarlet cloak behind them, tall and strong, young and handsome, with a faint smile on their faces, which is the most popular in recent years. Speaker Rennes.

　　 "Speaker Rennes." The wizards immediately saluted. Some of them were the first time to meet Rennes up close. They were agitated and kept looking at them.

　　 Ren nodded slightly in response.

　　 In addition to the two speakers, there are also two legendary junior wizards.

"Is everyone here?" Ronnie, who has always been unsmiling, asked, and said: "This time I went to Blueworth to participate in the exchange match. The speaker asked me to lead the team, then I must be responsible. I am right. You only have two requirements."

　　 Ronnie stretched out two fingers.

"The first one, to get a good ranking, the three event groups must have someone in the top five, and at least two of the top three; the second one, to play the style after playing, even if they lose, they cannot give Weize Lan is ashamed."

　　 "Have you heard it all?"

　　 At the end, Ronnie's voice became stern, containing majesty that made the wizards' hearts tremble, and hurriedly responded loudly together: "Yes, the speaker."

　　 "Very good, very energetic." Ronnie nodded in satisfaction and waved, "Go."

　　 From beginning to end, Renn didn't say a word.

　　 This is the plan he discussed with the teacher. The real purpose of this wizarding exchange competition is to force Master Ogulevi to show up, but he must also do his best.

　　 I have soul eyes and all-seeing eyes, and I can see information that others can’t see. If I lead the team, it may be inconvenient to do some things.

　　 Therefore, Speaker Ronnie had two or three experiences in the past. He was strong and prudent. It would be more appropriate to be the leader of the team, and he could just cover himself.

　　 Ronnie took the lead and walked into the Wezeland Tower.

　　 The other three legends and forty-five participating wizards followed and entered the teleportation hall. Soon, a tall portal was inspired to open, and the scene on the other side could be seen.

　　 The wizards filed in and teleported to their destination instantly.

This is the interior of a huge building, wide and bright, the dome is more than 20 meters high, and seven teleportation arrays are arranged on the ground of thousands of square meters. With a sweep of his eyes, Renn can see the time and space coordinates of each teleportation array. , All in the empire, corresponding to several other floating cities and big cities.

　　 Hundreds of wizards lined up around him, all young men and women, wearing four different styles and different colors of magic robes, holding magic wands, and showing enthusiastic smiles on their faces.

　　 "Welcome!"

　　 A loud voice sounded: "Welcome to the wizards of Wezeland College, come to Blueworth!"

　　 is a middle-aged witch with dignified manners.

As her voice fell, the young wizards behind him raised their wands and released rays of light into the air, like fireworks exploding on the dome, forming the pattern of Wezeland Floating City, as well as three rows of enthusiastic congratulatory texts, Pleasing to the eye, like a dream like a fantasy.

　　 This firework spell is not lethal, but it shows the wizards' exquisite casting skills and their mutual understanding.

　　 Apparently, they practiced this ceremony for a long time.

　　 "Deputy Dean Melvy."

　　 Ronnie called out the name of the witch, who seemed familiar with her, smiled and said, "This welcome ceremony is your idea, right?"

　　 "Yes." Melvy came up to salute, "Ronnie, it's been a long time."

　　 "Long time no see." Ronnie also bowed back.

　　Malvey saw Renn behind, his eyes lit up, and before Ronnie introduced him, he enthusiastically said, "This handsome young man should be Speaker Renn, right?"

　　 There was a bang.

　　 There was a commotion in the hall, and the eyes of all the wizards suddenly focused and looked at Ren. The wizards standing at the back of the queue were blocked by the people in front and could not see clearly. They stood on tiptoes or poked their heads out, and the welcome queue was suddenly messed up.

　　 Some people even left the team and ran to the front just to take a look at the youngest legendary wizard in the history of the empire.

　　 "I have seen your Excellency the Deputy Dean Melvy." Renn bowed slightly, greeting neither humble nor humble.

　　 He has heard of the deputy dean.

This witch, who seems to be still in middle age, is over five hundred years old. She has spent her entire life at Blueworth College. She entered the college from her girlhood and stayed at school after graduation. She went from a normal teacher to a deputy. The dean’s high position is second only to Dean Sabra.

　　 Of course, she is also very strong.

　　 The Eye of Soul saw that Melvy was a legendary high-level, an eighteenth-level transforming wizard. As long as he was upgraded to one level, he was eligible to attack the Holy Soul wizard. UU reading www.uukANAnshu.com

　　 At her age, there is still a glimmer of hope for a successful promotion.

Melvy looked at Renne and admired: "Sure enough, he is the oldest legendary wizard in the history of the empire, Speaker Renne, but many people in our academy are looking forward to your visit, just to see the hero of the empire. "

　　 She said with a smile, looked back at the scattered team, a little helpless, and scolded: "Stand up for me, don't let Lord Renn laugh."

　　 The young wizard was very afraid of the vice-chief and quickly returned to his position, but their eyes still couldn't move away, as if they were stuck to Ren.

"Honored."

　　 Reyne looked insulted.

　　He is too familiar with this kind of formation. It is similar to star chasing in his previous life. Well, celebrities, they will be watched wherever they go. I have been used to it these years.

　　Deputy Chief Melvy nodded. She had arranged a place for the Wezeland wizards, and was about to lead the way. At this moment, another teleportation array in the hall lit up.

　　 A portal opened, and a large group of wizards walked out of it. There were hundreds of them.

　　 These wizards carry a sense of arrogance, and each person wears a unique magic badge on his chest, which is shaped like a golden scroll, exuding faint fluctuations.

　　 Scroll of Nether, they are from Nether Floating City.

　　 Ryan looked at the leader of the Nether Wizard, his eyes of the soul swept, and his pupils shrank slightly invisibly, and found that this was an "old acquaintance" he had seen before.