My Magic Age

We crossed an arched stone bridge, and at the end of the road was the driving range. Yerkes walked in front with a messy head of hair. His thin body was hidden in a large magic robe, and his back looked a little hunched. His body was hunched, his steps were not big, but his pace was fast, his thin mouth was slightly pursed into a line, and his eyes like a falcon looked sharp and mean.

Along the way, he hardly greeted anyone, just lowered his head and thought about his own things.

Instead, I followed him, put on a smiling face, and kept saying hello to a certain magic scholar in the institute, or some magician assistants I knew. Many people in the magic institute seemed to know me. However, in their eyes, the curiosity towards me is greater than the kindness conveyed in their eyes.

I followed Scholar Yerkes closely, feeling that he was slightly out of breath due to the fast pace of this section of the road, so I released the moonlight stone drum totem, and the cold milky white light emanated from the stone. Spreading out from the drum totem, a trace of wind magic power turned into a fist Two big wind balls, one floated to the feet of Scholar Yerkes, and the other formed a round wind circle under my feet, and the wind ball kept rotating around my ankles. , an invisible force of wind made Yerkes and I’s pace become much brisker.

Yerkes looked back at me and said, "The magic you know is really complex, and you can actually control the wind element. In the early stages, it is better for a magician to specialize in the magic of a certain element."

After finishing speaking, he smiled self-deprecatingly again, patted his forehead with his hand and said: "Hey, by the way, am I not a junior magician who has not passed level ten? I'm still standing here, arbitrarily criticizing myself. Others are really overestimating their abilities!”

I touched the back of my head in confusion, not knowing what to say for a while.

Looking at his bleak back, I suddenly felt an indescribable touch in my heart. I could feel the trace of concern in his harsh words.

Regarding the signature of the magic pattern structure design of the bat leather gloves, Yerkes did not give too much explanation. He simply told me: the name of the magic pattern structure designer must be filled in in his name.

I understand what he means, and looking at the reason, it is not difficult to guess that Scholar Yerkes made this decision to protect me.

Even in the imperial capital where magic is relatively open, this kind of magic pattern structure with very sensitive magic skills will definitely cause some small-scale controversy.

Magic scholars in this world believe that the world was originally composed of the four basic elements of 'wind, fire, earth and water', and that other magic elements are derived from these four basic elements.

As for shadow magic, undead magic, curse magic, and summoning magic, these magic skills all belong to the category of black magic. They are spread from the hell world of the demons and the underworld of the undead. These black magics have always been used in the human world. Exclusion from mainstream magic.

For a well-known magic scholar, in order to design a set of classic magic patterns and study a certain shadow magic skill, this reason seems to be reasonable.

If when the list of designers is announced to the public, those who oppose shadow magic know that the designer is actually just a first-year student at the Royal Academy of Magic, then the problem will be quite serious. I'm afraid what these people are most interested in is how a magic student in the academy came into contact with these black magics. You must know that these black magics have almost no way to spread in the Green Empire.

The only way is that mysterious organization: the Black Magic Priory. If once identified by the Magic Guild as having any connection with the Black Magic Hermitage, it would be a stain on a magician's life.

I'm afraid that I will be questioned by the Magic Guild Judgment, at least those old-fashioned people will suspect that I may have a magic instructor who is good at the shadow system.

Once the title of 'Shadow Magic Apprentice' is pinned on me, then the great priests in the temple will follow. Maybe I will be imprisoned in the temple for a random crime by those great priests. That is the most terrifying thing in a prison set up for heretics.

As he walked, Yerkes turned his head to look at the relief murals about war and magic on the stone pillars on both sides of the corridor. He stopped next to a stone pillar, turned around and asked me: "Jijia, everyone has his own ideal, your ideal What is it?”

"I want to become an inscriptionist!" I answered without thinking. I didn't expect Scholar Yerkes to suddenly ask such a question. When I subconsciously told the answer from the bottom of my heart, my eyes stared at Sister Guoguo who was standing by the pool not far away.

Sister Guoguo stood in the waist-deep pool, watching the clear water flowing through her body. She looked at the pool blankly with empty eyes, looking slightly thoughtful.

Yerkes's eyes were full of relief, and he looked filled with emotion. He exhaled softly, and then said to me: "Jijia, do you know? If you can continue on this road of magic inscriptions, It's actually quite good, but what makes me feel even more lucky is that someone can help me prove that my research is not just empty talk. When those ideas turn into magic pattern constructs one by one, that sense of accomplishment... Here!"

Yerkes clenched his fists, knocked on his chest, and then said with a flushed face: "Full!"

"Only this..." Yerkes was referring to the magic pattern structure of the bat leather gloves. He looked slightly regretful and said, "You actually ran in front of me, but I think even without that blueprint, as long as there is enough of ink, I can definitely get it out!”

Yerkes smiled: "Tell me, I can design those lines to be simpler, and there will be no magic lines that are interrupted halfway."

I thought I might owe Yerkes an apology, or at least give him permission before touching the gloves.

After all, I was a little reckless, and I never thought about what responsibilities Yerkes and I would bear once this magic pattern construct failed.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have used that pair without permission..." I wanted to express my apology to Yerkes, but he interrupted me.

"No, no, no, don't apologize, don't even think about it!" Yerkes waved to me repeatedly, winked at me and said, "Besides, you drew it according to the drawings I provided and with my consent. , we made it together.”

"Next, we need to make another leg armor and a hat. As for the breastplate, I have already prepared it in advance. I think the leg armor shouldn't be a problem for you." Yerkes took it. He put his hand on my shoulder and said to me: "When I have time, I will take you to formally visit Bruce. He is a close friend of my teacher during his lifetime. He is a second-level senior magician. He has great understanding of the elemental spirits." Knowledge and in-depth research..."

"But before that, we must make this set of magic pattern armor more beautiful. This involves a bet. If I win, we can let him share all the secrets about those elemental spirits. To put it bluntly...this guy is really a stubborn old stubborn man!"

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Walking along the outer corridor to the end is the training ground of the institute. This is a fan-shaped building made of granite square stones. It looks like a colosseum. When entering, Yerkes registered with the training ground administrator that he needed to test the power of a magic skill, and explained This magic belongs to the category of first-level shadow magic.

The administrator didn't say anything nonsense. He just asked Yerkes with a straight face: "What kind of experimental beast do you need? Is it an agile devil antelope or a powerful maned beast?"

Scholar Yerkes thought for a moment and said, "Then choose the mane beast. This guy has rough skin and thick flesh."

Afterwards, Yerkes handed over the badge of his institute and performed a simple registration.

Through the conversation between the administrator and the Yerkes scholar, I learned that the institute chose to use the lowest level of magic beasts to test the power of magic skills. I couldn't help but be amazed and full of expectations. It must be a test of the power of magic in this way. The data obtained by the wooden people are more realistic. .

"Number nine in line, there are two scholars in front of you who want to test their magic, please be patient!" The administrator looked up at Scholar Yerkes and warned.

Then, the administrator handed a round plate with a number written on it to Yerkes, and then said: "A strong maned beast will be prepared for you soon, but please be careful when testing it, and don't do anything to it. It causes fatal injuries, otherwise you will be responsible for a portion of the compensation costs."

"It's just a first-level magic, it can't hurt the mane beast." After saying that, Yerkes took me into the training ground in a carefree manner.

After passing more than twenty stone steps, we passed through a dark passage with magic wall lamps lit in it. After turning a corner, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of our eyes.

This is what Yerkes scholars call the training ground. What caught my eye was a large oval-shaped stand. There were not many people in the stand. They were basically scholars wearing magic robes. There were often people around them. Following one or two assistants, they were sitting in the stands in twos and threes. It seemed that some people were preparing to pack up their things and go out.

Strictly speaking, this should be regarded as a laboratory for magic skills, a place dedicated to testing magic power for scholars.

There is a practice stand in the middle area of ​​the stands. Opposite the practice stand is a huge animal pen, which is very spacious inside.

At this time, the magician on the training table held a bone weapon in his hand and stood in the center of the training table. A strong aura of fire elements rose under his feet, but the magic pattern array he drew casually was It was an extremely simple 'Fireball Technique' magic pattern array. I heard him spit out a series of magic spells skillfully, and a fireball appeared out of thin air.

In the animal pen opposite him, a wild boar with a head and body over two meters long and as big as a calf stood in the center of the animal pen, looking at the magician warily, with bloodthirsty eyes shooting out of its bell-sized eyes. He stared at the magician opposite him warily, his muscles all tense.

This wild boar is covered with gray hairs as hard as steel needles. This wild boar's strong body is coated with a thick layer of pine oil, and a thick layer of scabs has condensed on its body surface. The back is covered with two-foot-long sharp needle-like bristles. It turns out that the so-called bristle beast is just an evolved form of wild boar. This first-level monster is distributed in the forest swamps in the central area of ​​the Green Empire. One of the most common low-level monsters.

The magician used the bone weapon in his hand to point at the mane beast not far in front of him. The fireball in front of him roared, with a long tail of flames, and hit the mane beast hard. Beast, the mane beast was immediately enraged by the flames. It looked up to the sky and howled, spreading its four hooves, carrying its body weighing thousands of kilograms, straight towards the fireball.

With a 'bang' sound, the fireball exploded directly in front of the gray mane beast's face. It actually blew the mane beast back more than ten steps. The huge pig's face was blown to pieces with blood and flesh. Those manes He was also burned to a crisp, and he only had the strength to "hum" while lying on the ground. He didn't even have the strength to get up from the ground.

When the magician standing on the stage saw this scene, a hint of joy finally appeared on his face, and he glanced at the bone magic weapon in his hand.

At this time, someone actually said to the magician in a small magic circle nearby: "The increase in the magical power of the fireball spell by this 'Devil's Fang' is 1.2."

Hearing what the man said, a group of people in the stands cheered with excitement.

The magician standing on the stage also seemed very happy. He carefully took the Devil's Fang in his hand, ran down from the practice table, came to the middle of the group of people in the stands, and excitedly asked someone in the stands. A gray-haired magic scholar said: "Teacher, this time the devil's fangs are enchanted with 'Fire Domination', and the increased power is 1.2."

(The Green Empire Magic Union stipulates that the power value of standard fireball is 1. The power conversion of other magic skills is calculated with reference to the power value of standard fireball. For example, the magic power of water ball is only 0.4, and the magic power of ice arrow is only 0.4. The magic power is only 0.6, and the magic power of Wind Blade is only 0.7).

"Well, the quality of this demon fang is quite good!" The old magic scholar was very calm, and he said calmly with his normal expression.

Afterwards, the group of young magician assistants surrounded the old magician and left the practice ground happily.

Yerkes clasped his hands on his chest and stood on the side of the stand, staring at the devil's fang. As if something suddenly occurred to him, he turned to ask me: "Jijia, have you not taken advantage of it yet?" A magic wand? I'll give you a devil's fang like this one day, but you'll have to figure out how to enchant it with 'Ice Domination'."

Scholar Yerkes's words suddenly reminded me that I still have a branch of the World Tree in my backpack, but that branch seems to be of no use. It can only slightly increase the speed of gathering magic. For those who have 'heating' and For me, who is a mana restorer, this attribute seems to be dispensable.

But after all, I use one wand of my own. Oh, it should be three. I have no shortage of wands.

Furthermore, Teacher Heidi has repeatedly emphasized that during the period of learning magic, try not to rely on or use a magic wand.

Otherwise, after you get used to using a wand, you will think of your own wand immediately before casting a spell. This problem will be difficult to get rid of in the future. Sometimes, without the wand in your hand, you may even fail to cast spells repeatedly. This is true in certain situations. On some battlefields, it is very deadly.

I think maybe Yerkes wanted to give me some comfort. After all, on the surface, he took advantage of me by becoming the designer of bat leather gloves. Scholar Yerkes must be thinking about how to Make amends for this.

"I have a magic wand!" I said to Scholar Yerkes with a smile, and then continued: "If you really want to give me something, then please allow me to construct it according to your set of magic patterns. I will make a set of magic patterns and give it to my sister Tracy during the summer vacation.”

"Hey, I knew that you and your classmates opened a grocery store in El City, but I didn't expect that in a few years, you would become quite wealthy! There is no problem in making a new set of magic patterns according to this set of drawings. , but you have to think about it, making these magic Every material in the pattern construction is valuable, but don’t force it too hard, otherwise the production will fail and your mentality will be unbalanced. If your mind is unstable, your hands will not be steady when making the magic pattern construction! "Yeah! Keith reminded me with a bit of surprise.

At this time, several strong warrior professional waiters came out of the small door next to the animal pen and quickly approached the injured maned beast. The maned beast that fell to the ground saw someone approaching, With an angry warning, these warriors Of course, a professional waiter would not be afraid of a seriously injured mane beast. The warrior waiter walking in front took out a head hammer and hit the mane beast hard on the head, beating the mane beast repeatedly. Wailing, he finally calmed down and didn't dare to struggle anymore.

Several waiters dragged the bristle beast, which was seriously injured and looked like a dead pig, from the animal pen into a large iron cage. Then they pulled the big iron cage and transported the bristle beast out of the training ground. , and there was a young water magician on the side, who was constantly performing "hydrotherapy" on the mane beast, and seemed to take out a huge brush and smear a sticky concoction on the mane beast. The maned beast's face, give it the necessary treatment.

I'm thinking: It seems this maned beast's miserable life is not over yet.

This is the first time I have seen that there are waiters in the institute who are not magicians, and there is also a young magician who is good at hydrotherapy. However, the daily work of this magician seems to be similar to that of these waiters who are warriors. , there is no essential difference.

At this time, the magician who walked onto the stage actually went into the opposite animal pen first, and then quickly took out a roll of magic carpet from his magic waist bag and spread it flat in the center of the animal pen. Then he squatted on the carpet and installed several magic crystals in the gem inlay grooves in the four corners of the blanket. When everything was ready, the young magician actually waved to the magician who was testing the magic power next to the small magic circle outside the animal pen to indicate that everything was ready.

The magician next to the small magic circle said loudly and cheerfully: "Ready, release the wind wolf in the No. 3 animal cage!"

The young magician half-squatted on the carpet and began to draw a milky white magic pattern array on his chest. As he quickly twisted the spell, his hand paused for a moment, and then the hand disappeared out of thin air incredibly, and then appeared again. In such a moment, the magic pattern array in front of him had been completed.

He used "time stagnation". When his magic skill was completed, a faint white mist surged out and quickly wrapped his body in it.

The young magician squatted on the carpet without moving. As the light milky white mist dissipated, the young magician's body gradually became transparent. However, it was obvious that he did not disappear in the end. He just became blurry and unreal in the thin mist, like a phantom.

At this time, a sharp noise of "clattering" of the wheel twisting the iron chain came from the animal pen, followed by a few "whimpering" wolf howls.

Two wind wolves passed through a narrow iron cage tunnel one after another and rushed out from it. They noticed the magicians on the stands at the first time and immediately became extremely alert. Then they stretched out their huge wolf heads and kept sniffing around the animal pen. As the two wind wolves occasionally bared their teeth, half a foot long white fangs appeared and disappeared in their huge mouths.

After the two wind wolves confirmed that the animal pen had become their new territory, they wandered around the animal pen at will, and turned a blind eye to the young magician on the magic carpet in the center of the animal pen. The young magician was also squatting on the magic carpet nervously, not daring to move at all, for fear of being discovered by the two wind wolves.

It seemed that the magicians in the stands also held their breath and watched this scene quietly.

I only then realized that they were testing the effect of the "invisibility magic circle", but in my opinion, there must be something wrong with the eyes of these two wind wolves, otherwise the phantoms in the fog were so obvious, how could they not see them!

The two wind wolves seemed to have never been able to find the young magician squatting on the carpet. Once, they even passed by the young magician three meters away. It seemed to smell a faint smell in the air, but still turned a blind eye.

I was secretly amazed: it seems that this ‘portable invisible magic array’ designed by a certain scholar is really ingenious, and it seems to be very useful. It can even deceive the sense of smell of the wind wolf...

I was still amazed at the extraordinary mystery of this ‘portable magic array’.

But I didn’t expect that the two wind wolves at this time would wander around the left and right sides of the young magician in a daze. Seeing the greed and murderous intent in their eyes that were difficult to conceal, my heart suddenly chilled. Sure enough, the wisdom of this wind wolf is much higher than that of the mane beast. They are so good at ‘acting’.

I know the temperament of the wind wolf much better than these magic scholars and magicians in the institute, because I have hunted these beasts in the wilderness, and the wind wolf skin is also a very valuable magic material in the orc tribe.

So I know very well the look in their eyes before hunting...

At this moment, the two wind wolves suddenly opened their bloody mouths and pounced on the young magician at the same time.

"Ah..." There was a cry of surprise from the stands outside the stadium.

The young magician squatting on the magic carpet was so scared that he collapsed on the blanket and even forgot to dodge and escape.

"Ice Shield"

Two ice shields appeared on the left and right sides of the young magician at the same time. The two wind wolves bit the ice shields with their bloody mouths and crushed them into pieces.

However, there was a layer of light blue ice flame floating on the ice shields, which spread all over the wind wolves, making the two wind wolves covered with frost.

With such a short respite, it was not known whether it was the young magician himself or a magician outside the field who directly opened the magic shield. A light yellow egg shell covered the young magician and wrapped him in it.

The two wind wolves pounced again, but were heavily bounced away by the translucent egg shell...