The First Mage

Everything went from extreme stillness to extreme motion.

This is a war between various races and elves.

I only saw countless human beings, monsters, and orcs. At this time, these races that each have their own territory today, like ants, densely form a sea-like tide, on the vast ground, heading towards an unbelievably magnificent The huge and gorgeous palace launched a desperate impact.

The weapons they held in their hands were all kinds of weapons, some of which were seized from the hands of the elves, ornately decorated and magical elf rapiers or wands, some were just rough two-handed giant swords with weak magical aura, and some even simply Just a broken bone, a broken shield.

In any case, at this time, this tattered army of various ethnic groups, using their ridiculous weapons, swarmed towards the palace in front of them with shrill and fanatical roars.

The sky has already been dyed the color of blood, densely packed troops from the sky to the earth, attacking the palace everywhere, and under the blood-colored sky, that palace seems to be bathed in a rainbow, spreading out the vast lawn , flowers dripping with dew, carefully crafted sculptures and decorations, all peaceful and elegant scenes have now become battlefields.

The delicate armor of the elves has long been stained with blood, and the nobles wearing gold silk robes have no longer cared about the elegance of their demeanor. They are in a hurry, and hide behind the gorgeously decorated gardens with frightened and angry faces. , holding the wand tightly and watching the elf soldiers in front of them were drowned in the angry mob tide, howling.

The nobles fled in all directions screaming in the flames of war. Unfortunately, at this time, there was still a high-ranking mage standing on the clouds, holding a magic wand and various mysterious magic weapons in the sky, looking down like a god on these people who were whipping everyone in the past. The nobles of the clan, whenever they find a noble showing their heads, they will mercilessly burn them into ashes with a thunderbolt or flowing fire...

The blood-red sky, the cracked earth, and everything else is an amazing scene of war.

Looking at this doomsday scene, Lynch felt as if he had turned back to the day when the Glorious Plane collapsed.

At this moment, Lynch knew that all of this was actually an illusion, and that his real self should be sitting on the seat of the gilded rose tower of the Tower of Inheritance.

However, at this moment, he couldn't help but be shocked by the scenes, as if he was reborn thousands of years ago, witnessed, and even participated in that war...

"Where are the people from Oakland College?"

Lynch looked around desperately, trying to find someone related to Oakland College. He did not forget his purpose of coming here, which was to accept the inheritance of Oakland College.

But after searching for a long time, I didn't see any signs...

Maybe I have seen it by accident, but because Lynch has never seen the face of the senior, so he doesn't know it. In addition, the spells of the academy have gone through several generations of changes over the years, and they are already the same as the original spells before. It's a world of difference.

finally……

After an unknown period of time, the battlefield began to gradually quiet down...

The roar gradually calmed down, and the flames of war gradually extinguished.

Soldiers of all ethnic groups have already captured the entire palace, but they don't seem to be very happy at this time. Maybe they don't know how many years of resistance and fighting have already made them numb. Let them cheer up.

At this time, they were like robots, acting silently. The slightly injured people helped to collect the corpses, bandaged the seriously injured companions, and the rest disturbed the battlefield to find if there were any fish that slipped through the net.

Everything is so organized...

It can be seen how proficient they are on these battlefields. With so many races and so many numbers, they can actually cooperate as one person, and there seems to be no barrier between them.

Obviously, this is the era of united writing. The coalition forces of all ethnic groups have resisted together for many years. The gap between races is nothing compared to the pain of being oppressed together...

And at this moment...

But all I saw was that in the silence, someone who didn't know sent out a signal, and suddenly there was a bang, and a huge and incomparable wave of magic power spread to all directions like ripples.

At this time, I saw only a young mage stepping out of the clouds, his robes fluttered in the wind, and his black hair danced wildly behind him. He looked very young, only in his twenties, but his gaze There is actually some maturity and thoroughness that does not match his age.

He glanced around, and the high-level mages nodded to him one after another. They didn't know what they said to each other, but the high-level mages all took a step back, as if raising their hands to him. The chest represents respect.

Then I only heard the young sorcerer laugh out loud, and then he raised his hand to draw an outline in the air, only to see a space door as tall as a person, and it immediately took shape.

Then the young mage casually pulled out a two-handed broadsword from an elf corpse on the ground, and then put the broadsword on his shoulder with one hand and the staff in the other, and walked toward the space without hesitation. The door steps away.

The background is calm and unrestrained...

The moment everyone saw his back completely disappearing into the space gate, they were slightly silent for a moment...

Then……

The screen began to dim, and it became increasingly difficult to see what happened behind.

"I rely on it!"

At this time, Lynch's mood was undoubtedly seeing a critical chapter in history, and he could only vent his mood with swear words.

You know, the following history is really important to Lynch.

Not surprisingly, it should be able to answer a lot of questions.

The first is the two-handed sword.

Because the distance is too far, the picture is not very clear, Lynch can't see clearly at all, is it the same as the two-handed sword he picked up in the glorious plane!

Most importantly, where did this young man go?

After all, if it was really the same great sword, this young man might be the legendary dean.

And most importantly...

Did this dean go to the Glorious Plane?

If so, what happened? What happened to him and those races hidden in the glorious plane?

Could it be that those scenes in the Glorious Plane were really created by him alone.