American Manga God

In World of Warcraft, Dalaran is a magical kingdom dominated by humans. Its unique parliamentary system and its open national policy of pursuing magical exploration attract magical talents from different races and even hostile camps. Whether it is a new apprentice who has just stepped into the magical world, or a veteran wizard who has long been widely acclaimed.

Frankly speaking, a magic apprentice card is not worth surprises.

On the contrary, it is better to say that Mei Mumu's face is about to collapse.

The card is very scumbag, and the green [Excellent] rating makes people not feel good at first glance.

What's worse is the card face. It's almost like a graduation photo of a primary school graduation photo. A lot of kids in their early 10s are crowded together.

Although the card seems to be very delicate, but without a magnifying glass, it is estimated that it is impossible to tell who is from whom.

The card is so annotated.

"The great magic capital Dalaran recruits thousands of magic apprentices from all over the world every year. Use this character possession card, you will have the qualification of the magic apprentice within three hours. Use 1/1. Once used , will not be interrupted. After use, the character's possession card is invalid until the host finds a way to recharge it, or uses the Destiny Fragment to recharge or upgrade it."

Regardless of what the Destiny Fragment is, it only takes three offset points to create such a thing. Isn't this a fool?

I'm not born to be strong.

I'm just doomed to be cold.

well! The feeling of sadness that he believed that he was the Emperor of Europe before drawing the card, and then proved that his African chieftain bloodline was unbreakable, made Mei Mumu desperate.

After drawing this garbage card, Mei Mumu couldn't sleep all night.

Woohoo!

The Marvel world is so terrifying that it even gave me African blood.

Is this still alive?

Looking at this card over and over again, Mei Mumu wanted to cry without tears. He stayed up until three o'clock in the morning when he fell asleep in a trance.

In his sleep, he seemed to dream of Thanos, who looked like a purple sweet potato spirit, and snapped his fingers constantly as if playing in front of him.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

A snap of fingers wipes out half the life of the galaxy.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

A snap of fingers kills a plum tree...

Woohoo! Dormammu classmate, I heard that aside from running errands, your eyes will turn black and everyone looks like a cultivator, and the benefits are great. Can I give up the light and cast the dark?

Mei Mumu fell asleep in the haze, and was shaken by Baron Mordo in the haze.

"Damn, you fell asleep so dead. Did you forget that today is your first class? Master Gu Yi rarely spares time to teach you personally!"

There are some things that Mordo can't say.

As the Supreme Mage, Master Gu Yi is the guardian of the earth. It is more appropriate to describe her busyness with daily management.

With the threat of the big traitor Casillas looming, it is still a question how much time Master Gu Yi can have to teach.

Just like graduate tutors and doctoral tutors, it is impossible to give students more than a dozen or even dozens of classes a week like teaching primary and middle school students.

Entry depends on mentors, and understanding depends on individuals.

In a sense, Mei Mumu's first class was also an extremely important secret exam. After all, no matter how good a tutor is, it is impossible to have unlimited time to teach an unqualified student.

Sighing secretly, Modu still urged Mei Mumu to wash up as soon as possible.

"This is etiquette! It's more respect for the strong and the mentor." Mordo emphasized.

It's a pity that Mei Mumu, who followed behind him, was still like a ghost, even his footsteps seemed to be floating, and he kept yawning. Mordo frowned deeply.

Just to obey the principles and to respect this junior brother at the very least, even though Mordu frowned, he still took it to the ancient temple of the ancient one.

"Mei Mumu, self-discipline is very necessary. A mage must learn self-discipline, so as not to take the wrong path and be tempted by inner demons." Mordo couldn't help but reminded.

"Mmmm, Senior Brother Mordo is right." With this answer on his lips, Mei Mumu still looked like he was wandering in the sky.

Mordo frowned.

Soon, Mei Mumu met Gu Yi.

Gu Yi was a little strange because she felt a strange sense of incongruity in Mei Mumu. This was a feeling she had never encountered when she saw him before.

Gu Yi frowned slightly.

"Master, what's wrong?" Mordo asked with concern.

"It's alright, sorry to trouble you, Mage Mordo."

Moro bowed respectfully and stepped back.

Facing Mei Mumu who was standing in front of him with big dark circles under his eyes, Gu Yi smiled: "What? Not suitable for the life here?"

"Slightly. For some reason, the air here was a little special last night, which easily made me excited. About once every two hours, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep. Sorry, Mr. Gu Yi." Mei Mumu still yawned.

Gu Yi raised her eyebrows, she was a little surprised.

99% of Kama Taj's disciples will not have this feeling of Meimumu~www.wuxiaspot.com~ However, there are still very few disciples who have the same symptoms as Meimumu, one of them, his name is Modu...

It's just that the mage will use more meditation instead of sleep, so Mei Mumu will have unexpected excitement.

Gu Yi well concealed her curiosity, and she started the teaching process seriously.

"The language of mystical spells has existed since the birth of civilization. A long time ago, the Venerables called this language [spells]. If this name makes you feel unrealistic, you can understand it as [Program], the source code to build the real world.”

"We collect energy... from other dimensions of the multiverse." When Gu Yi said this, she folded her hands together, then split her left and right hands, and directly pulled out a golden line of fire that sputtered sparks. Immediately afterwards, her left hand was a bit like a Guanyin hand gesture, pulling it straight up, and her right hand dragging it down in a nest.

A golden magic disc is so simply presented in front of Meimumu's eyes.

Gu Yi didn't realize that what Meimumu saw in his vision was something completely different.

More than 256 space openings about the size of a fingernail appeared out of thin air around Gu Yi, and the energy flowing out of the openings was very small, like threads of silk.

Gu Yi flexibly pulled more than fifty silk threads, like a female weaver, smoothing these threads into bundles, and then his hands were like brushes filled with ink, solidified by some mysterious energy in front of him. Painting in vertical space.

The drawn runes form a larger pattern, which is the magic circle that Meimumu can see with the naked eye.

It is fixed by a complex irregular polygonal circle covered with golden energy threads, and a square frame is constructed outside.