The First Mage

Lynch also nodded in agreement. The founding dean played a very important role in the battle to overthrow the Dark Dynasty.

Just this scene, let those miserable oppressed races see it, might they have to immediately elect the founding dean as the leader?

"It seems that no matter how overestimated the legend is, the dean has been wronged..."

Lynch stood at the entrance of the corridor. After looking at these, he took a deep breath and started walking towards a round table in front.

This round table is located in the center of a hall. The round table is made of some kind of metal, dark and heavy. After so many years, it is still standing.

When Lynch approached, he could clearly see that the round table was very large, but there were only eight chairs fixed there. It seemed that there was a certain distance between each other, which seemed to symbolize the relationship between each other. equal status.

Obviously, this place is the place where the seven tower masters of Oakland College discussed with a speaker.

And after getting closer, you will find that these eight chairs are all high-back chairs, and there is a somewhat vague symbol on the back of each chair.

Some are like a scorching sun, some are a spire hidden among the clouds, and some are stars twinkling in the night sky.

Obviously, here are all the symbols representing the towers.

And Lynch even found a rose from one of the chairs, one was plated with a layer of gold leaf, or a rose made of gold itself.

Each petal is slightly opened, and it looks extremely delicate, as if it came from the hands of a skilled craftsman. There is no doubt that this characteristic also represents the alchemy tradition of the gilded rose tower.

After countless years, this tradition has not been abandoned until now. It is still a famous sweatshop in the tower. I have to say that the power of tradition is indeed strong.

"Sit here and try."

At this time, Rudolph pointed to the location with a mysterious smile on his face.

"yes."

After Lynch sat down, he didn't feel anything special, but felt that the chair was cold, hard, and too tall, formal, with a sense of distant vicissitudes, as if Lynch had integrated into that period of ancient history after sitting on it. .

It's just that I don't know what Rudolph's intention is to let himself sit here...

Just as Lynch was looking around here curiously, he suddenly discovered that a chair opposite him seemed to be looking at him...

No, it was an illusion.

Lynch shook his head, dispelling the illusion, and looking again, there was an eye engraved on the back of the chair.

An ordinary human eye, it is hidden in the mist, half hidden and half visible, just a few lines, but it seems to be looking at the future through the mist, revealing some mysterious meaning of prophecy.

"That one is the dean."

At this time, Rudolph's voice suddenly sounded: "The Seven Towers were originally seven independent forces. Later, by accident, I got to know him one after another, and then he organized the Seven Towers and became Oakland College, haha , He was also the dean for the rest of his life...Of course, after his death, Oakland College refused to accept anyone, and in the end he reluctantly established a speaker position, which is actually a mess."

"Later, the title of dean became the highest status of Oakland Academy. In history, only some genius mages with overwhelming advantages, after achieving great achievements, could suppress other voices and become a master of their era. dean."

"However, these geniuses are just a flash in the pan, and each of them can last for a few thousand years at most. So... In fact, in history, the dean is also a temporary phenomenon, and there are only a handful of them."

"So that's how it is."

"Okay, now drop a drop of blood on this round table..."

At this time, after Rudolph finished talking about history, he patted Lynch on the shoulder and said.

"Blood?"

Lynch was a little confused. In the use of magic on blood, it is generally used to sign various treaties. If you take the initiative to drop a drop of blood, you may sign something strange without knowing it. The strange treaty, becoming the slave of a certain hell devil directly.

Therefore, mages are extremely careful about the spilling of their own blood.

Of course, injuries during the battle don't count...

Mainly various mysterious rituals...

Of course, Lynch didn't doubt what Rudolph was going to do to him, it was just out of the habit of a powerful mage.

Then Lynch didn't think too much, raised his hand and pinched it casually with his nails, and soon a small wound opened a gap.

After that, I saw a streak of bright red blood dripping down from the palm of my hand...

Along the palm lines, it landed on the round table...

Then, Lynch suddenly heard a fierce roar.

"What the hell?"

This howling sound was so real that it seemed to be exploding in the ears. The voice was full of unwillingness, despair and anger. It was deafening and almost deafened Lynch's ears.

But before Lynch could react, everything in front of Lynch had changed.

Round tables, chairs, even Rudolph.

Everything, in front of Lynch, seemed to be stretched rapidly in space. These things were stretched into thin strips, and finally disappeared into the gaps in space. Lynch only felt as if time and space were dislocated, and his mind became It was a blur, and I couldn't make an accurate judgment on my location and time for a while, and my whole person became extremely dull.

This feeling reminded Lynch of the scene when he witnessed the glorious plane before when the plane collapsed...

Time, space, life.

So for sure, everything that constitutes the basis of my cognition is rapidly moving away from me, making me unable to grasp everything, and all I can see in front of my eyes is nothingness, a piece of meaningless nothingness...

Even after Lynch lost this most basic perception, he didn't know how long his consciousness was paused in this nothingness...

maybe a moment...

Maybe another hundred years...

Anyway...

What gave Lynch meaning again was the burning of flames and the roar of war.

Lynch opened his eyes, and what suddenly caught his eyes was a tragic scene filled with blood and flames.