Cataclysmic Transformation

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Ron was in the same room as Kidd, Lantry, and Lancem. Aurora, Karachi, and Manny were in another room. This night, Ron slept for the first time. Here, no The invasion of wind and frost, there is no thrilling pursuit, let alone live in fear.

The next day, Ron got up on time, went to the dining hall for breakfast earlier, and then walked to the classroom. Today is his first class. [Search for the latest updates at

When I came to the classroom, the students had come a lot, but there were still many seats empty. Ron accidentally saw an acquaintance, Goldie, she smiled and waved to let Ron sit beside her, and Ron also He shook his head with a smile, but refused. He and Godeli were not familiar with this.

Ron's eyes were squinted, and a look of disappointment appeared on Godly's face.

Ron casually took a seat and sat down, only to hear Homelin smile, "Ron, there are many new talents here. In addition to that Goldley, at the age of fifteen, there are actually professional professionals. Some even reached the advanced level, and they really deserved special admissions. "

"Look at that ... the girl with long blue hair, who is sixteen, is actually a senior magician or a water system."

"That ... boy in white clothes, a senior swordsman, Gee, these people's talent is really not simple."

Khomelin sighed, and showed Ron the finger to the man. Among the few people who were pointed out by him, most of them were of the rank of junior and senior, and a few reached advanced rank.

Ron's talent for undead magic is indeed very good, but today such strength is still due to the soul ring, and those young people of the same age have actually reached this level, which is quite remarkable.

As a student, not only strength but also various knowledge needs to be learned. Ron ’s first class is literature, and the second class is arithmetic. Under the in-depth teaching of the school teacher Chun Chun, Ron listens What seems to be very simple, but the seemingly simple things, but contains the truth.

Khomelin also agrees with this knowledge. In his words, as a strong man, in addition to training to improve strength, you also need to learn all kinds of knowledge, otherwise you will become a fool who can only be brutal.

There are two kinds of teachers in the college, one is a professional tutor, a guide for students to practice, and the other is a teacher, specializing in teaching all kinds of knowledge, such as arithmetic, art, literature, etc. The teacher is generally served by ordinary civilians. Compared to mentors, they have little strength and are scholar-like characters.

Compared with their knowledge, the students at the bottom are very unbearable. Balovax College is a boarding school. All students must live in the college, even if they are locals. These family families are usually very strict. Once the noble children let go, many people became unconscious.

In particular, these teachers who impart knowledge do not have much strength in themselves, and they cannot hold back these students. Some students whisper and eat underneath the first class, and some even openly talk about love in the classroom. They are all given by the same-sex dormitory, and there are very few students who take the class seriously.

In this world, everything is about strength, and teachers who do n’t have strength, who will take them seriously? If you change a tutor, the situation will be much better.

In Ron's eyes, these teachers are worthy of respect. They are very dedicated. Every detail is difficult to explain, until everyone understands, they don't care if anyone is listening.

The arithmetic class ended quickly, with a ten-minute break between classes. With the bell ringing, the students returned to their seats one after another. The next class was history.

Ron had just sat down and saw a familiar figure stepping onto the podium. He took a closer look and turned out to be his mentor Vivian.

Vivienne is a supervisor of the Department of Undead. Since the Department of Undead has never had students, her mentor's name is also not true, so she has also served as the history teacher.

Vivienne walked up to the podium, first glanced around the classroom, saw Ron, and nodded slightly.

"Hello everyone, my name is Vivian and you are a history teacher. I am very happy to meet you ..."

Applause sounded, but it was a little sparse, and Ron was vigorously drumming because it was his mentor.

"Okay, now we open the first page of the book. Today's lesson is, the ancient legend-the lost continent ..."

"A long time ago, a strange group of humans lived on the earth. They manipulated skeletons and engaged in brutal battles with foreign beasts. During this period, we called the ancient period ..."

Ron was surprised. "In ancient times, wasn't that the time of the Scourge Church?"

Khomelin said in a deep voice, "It seems a bit related. Listen carefully, you may find the disappearance of undead magic ..."

Vivienne quickly entered the role, and she said vividly, "These people are extremely powerful! Compared to the ancient elves and orcs, they don't succeed ..."

Vivienne spoke eloquently on it, but the students below didn't have much interest. Only Ron listened very seriously when chatting, eating, eating, and falling in love.

At this time, a sneer suddenly came from the corner of the classroom, breaking the already harmonious atmosphere.

I saw him yin and yang, and said, "Mr. Vivian, are you a necromancer known as waste wood on the mainland?"

There was a sudden laugh in the classroom. The faces of the students were full of gloating. They saw that Vivienne on the podium was wearing a robe decorated with skulls. It was obvious that the other party's occupation was a necromancer. Face, those students who were afraid that the world would not be messed up quickly switched to the theater mode.

He was talking about a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with long blue curly hair, fair skin, and delicate face that looked extremely spiritual. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. His name was Heifert, Roland Empire. The nobleman is also a genius special enrollment at the Balovax College this year. He has an elder brother who is studying in the advanced class, so he is very familiar with all the rules of the college. The conflict on the planet is acceptable.

He had already inquired that Vivienne was the mentor of the undead department, and the one with the least status among the mentors, so he was assured of provocation.

Vivienne's face was a bit pale, and she didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing on the first day of school.

Heifelt continued to provoke, "Mr. Vivian, you said ... Is the Necromancer really as powerful as the legend?"

Vivienne took a deep breath, this kind of thing has been more than once, but she did not have much experience in coping with it.

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She thought about it and said, "According to the records handed down from the ancients, undead magic did occupy the mainstream of the mainland in ancient times, but now the real undead magic has been lost for a long time, and what we necromancers learned is just the fur of the original. ... "

Vivian refuted the reasoning and evidence, and even Khomelin couldn't help but nodded secretly. The current "dead magic" is really fur, not even fur.

"Hey!" Heifelt chuckled and stood up. "There is no evidence of what happened 100,000 years ago. Of course you can say anything ..."

Heifelt smiled, "Yesterday, just yesterday, I found dozens of necromancers on the east side of the city to entertain, let them line up, and then lined up in s-type, and lined up in b-type, and finally let them learn Dog barking, how much do you guess I spent? "

"How much is it?" Several gangsters around Heifelt coordinated in acting.

"Hey, it took less than three gold coins in total, which is so **** cheap ... hahaha ..."

"Hahaha ..." The few gangsters laughed, and many students in the classroom also laughed, and the classroom atmosphere was destroyed.

Vivienne's face was white with anger, she clenched her silver teeth tightly, her eyes were baffling inexplicably, and the running water was constantly swirling in her eyes.

"Don't cry ... Don't cry, I want to be strong, this little blow is nothing ..." Vivian comforted herself desperately, but the excitement caused her body to shake uncontrollably.

Heifelt watched this beautiful female teacher's face in front of all the students. His heart was full of unreasonable pleasure. He did not intend to let her go and smiled and said, "Ms. Vivian, I have no intention to question Your faith, but the great prophet taught us that seeing is believing, teacher Vivienne, you summon a few bones to open our eyes ... "

"Hahaha ..."

"great, good luck……"

"Heifelt, I support you ..."

The students' emotions were ignited, and the atmosphere rose to the highest point all over the place. There were laughter of gloating and misfortune everywhere, and only a few quiet female students didn't follow along.

Vivienne felt unprecedented isolation. Who told her she had no strength? In the Noah continent, the most important thing is strength. Everyone here knows that the Necromancer is a waste wood. She still talks about how powerful the Necromancer is in the classroom. Many students do n’t say on the surface, they have already disagreed.

"enough!"

At this time, a break came, and it looked extremely loud in this noisy classroom.

Ron's face was tense, his patience had reached its limit, he admitted that the undead magic was indeed lost, and it was reasonable for others to look down on, but he could not bear such insults.

"Yo! Did you stand up?" Heifelt turned his head casually, glanced at Ron, and smiled, "Who is my way ... It turns out that you are also a necromancer, the same waste wood, Vivienne Teacher, this is a student of your undead department? Sure enough!

Heifelt pulled the table in front of him and made a loud noise. He grinned and rolled up his sleeves. A faint flame of light circulated in his arm. He approached step by step, sneering, "I don't know the dead guy, just Let Uncle Ben teach you how to write dead words ... "

The reason why Heifelt was so angry was that he always thought he was the freshman boss. As a special recruit, he did have such a cost. Ron stood up and provoked him, which naturally made him uncomfortable.

Restricted by school regulations, he dared not hit the teacher, but no one dared to say anything when he packed up a student.

"Intermediate swordsman?" A corner of Ron's mouth raised, and only a moment later, he had seen through the strength of the other party.

There was a burst of black gas in his hand, and a short bone spur appeared in Ron's hand. He sneered, without fear, facing away at Heifelt.

"What?" All the students in the classroom were stunned. What struck them was not the fight in the classroom, but the neglected necromancer in everyone's mind who had such courage to confront Heifelt. Is he looking for death on his own?

Heifelt's face sank, and there was a glimmer of murder in his eyes. Since you are looking for death, I will reluctantly give you some blood!

"stop!"

At this time, there was a whimper behind Heifelt. He turned his head in surprise and saw that Goldley, who was also a special enrollment, somehow stood up. She had a fireball in her hand, and the fireball had already formed. , Beating in her hands.

Heifelt's expression froze, "Godley, what do you want to do?"

"Heifelt, I warn you, Ron is my friend, you move him to move me!" Goldley said expressionlessly.