Barrage said, I am the final villain in the game

"Maybe..."

Morris replied perfunctorily.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly froze slightly as he looked at the projection, and asked: "This year, when you set the rules for grabbing points, didn't you ask them not to form a team?"

"Stealing points?" Davis responded doubtfully, "That's true, because we don't have any rules that can snatch points."

"We had a little discussion this year. Compared with warriors, magicians do not need to rush to the front of the battlefield, so they can completely adjust their competitiveness to be less competitive. Anyway, later, they felt that a large number of people who are less competitive will

I will accept the invitation from the freshmen of the warrior department to take the midterm exam of the warrior department. For competitions and other things, just let the warriors teach them."

Quite an idea...

"Then here's the question." Morris pointed at the image above, "Can you explain to me what's going on?"

Davis was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and followed the direction of his finger.

There, three or four teenagers were gathering around Lin En, all looking eager to try.

Davis was confused by this.

After repeated confirmations, he said seriously: "There are no rules about plundering points. I'm sure of this."

Morris sighed slightly: "They probably think that just because they haven't written it, it doesn't mean they don't have it."

"If you don't like to follow the original route, you have to find your own way... These little brats are truly the seeds of magicians." Davis also sighed after him, "It seems like this

The boy is in trouble."

Trouble?

Teacher Morris murmured softly in his heart.

Troublesome, maybe a bit troublesome indeed.

Although in his eyes, Lin En's talent and current strength are the best among his peers, but that is only among his peers.

After all, he is just a freshman after all, and according to Morris's experience, maintaining illusions generally requires extremely large magical power. As a freshman who has just come into contact with the Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers, the limitation of magical power makes Linn

It is impossible to maintain illusion magic for a long time, or to use it with several people at the same time.

but......

Morris always felt that.

This kid won't fall down here so easily.

Putting aside his thoughts, he carefully observed the projected illusion again.

Above, several young men who came later were smiling, as if they were proud of their numerical advantage and thought they were about to win.

Lin En's face was as dull as ever, and he only murmured a few words.

After he finished speaking, the faces of the young men suddenly became gloomy.

The next moment, they took out their own staffs, and the light flowed on them, brewing their own magic.

How will he respond?

Morris thought silently.

Is it to use illusions to confuse the opponent's sight; or is it to use the short gap between them to release spells to defeat them in advance; or is there any other means?

However, Morris thought about many possibilities, but he could never imagine the scene that happened next.

On the screen, the first thing condensed by magic power is the fire element in the air. Under the control of the controller, those fire elements gather in the sky to form a fireball the size of a baby's head and then falls vertically.

"Is it just silver-level magic?" Davis was slightly surprised.

Because in his opinion, the first magic choice for these new students will definitely be the highest gold level that he can get access to.

"What's wrong with the silver-level magic?" Morris asked rhetorically, "The level of knowledge has never been that the higher the level, the more useful it is. The different levels only indicate that its learning difficulty and conditions are relatively high."

"For people themselves, suitable knowledge is the best knowledge. Blindly pursuing high levels is not a good choice."

"Yes, yes." Davis' words were very perfunctory.

Obviously, he was not very interested in Morris' theory.

Perhaps only Morris was interested in the gold coins he lost to him.

He raised his eyes to look at the magic projection again, and was about to say something when he suddenly froze and his eyes widened.

"How is that possible? How is that possible?!"

The sound, which was raised several degrees, always showed the shock in Davis's heart at this moment.

On the other side, Morris, who never took his eyes away from the screen, felt that he was a bit noisy, but even he had to admit that Davis's slightly exaggerated performance was understandable.

Because in that picture, facing the flying fireball, the young man only slightly raised his hand that was faintly stained with blood, and then.

Crush the fireball.

It's so pinched...

Exploded...

.......

This operation made everyone in Davis look stupid.

Isn't he an illusionist?

Catching fireballs with bare hands, is this something an illusionist can do?

No, no, not just illusionists, any magician can’t do it and can’t do it!

The body of a magician is inherently weak. Without the blessing of defensive magic, let alone a one-on-one duel with a warrior, or even a confrontation with an adult rooster, he would probably peck the ground and run away with his head in his arms.

But what did he see now?

A magician caught someone else's fireball with his bare hands and crushed it.

Davis suddenly turned his head to look at Morris, who was also in a daze: "Isn't he a student in your class? Aren't you a teacher in the magic department? So why would a student in the magic class fight like a warrior?

And he’s not just any ordinary warrior, he’s a warrior who can burst a person’s magic with just one slap!”

Morris opened his mouth to explain, but couldn't come up with a word.

Damn it, how does he know why?

What he teaches is "Basic Theory of Magic", not "Basic Magic Cultivation". Who knows why he cultivates like this?

After a pause, Morris carefully observed the picture on the magic projection.

Soon, with his good eyesight, he discovered something unusual.

"What's on his hand?"

Davis followed his words and noticed the red light shining slightly on Lynn's hand.

"The gauntlet in the armor?" Davis frowned, "Is this the staff he picked from the logistics warehouse... No, if this is his staff, then he has it on his back.

What is that big sword that you are holding - I know that thing."

"Could it be that... he brought other things in from the outside world?"

"That's not right!" Davis vetoed his own words again. "Before entering the examination room, every student has gone through extremely strict inspections. With his ability as a freshman, it is impossible to escape the detection magic.

.It’s impossible even with the help of family members.”

"Why on earth is this?"

"That's not a weapon or a prop," Morris suddenly said, "that's his summon."