Chapter 410 The High Respect from the Witch King
The great sword blessed by eternal fire easily cut through the body of the armor.
The flames surrounded the body and turned into golden wheels.
There was debris left on the corridor.
Traces of ferocious melting appeared on the chest of the armor.
The only one that was intact was the unlucky guy who was dismantled by John at the beginning.
John looked at the armor secretly trying to reassemble himself.
The armor trembled in fear.
John came over with sword in hand.
Armor tried to escape, but tripped over his companion's arm.
It held its head in its hands, looking terribly scared.
Seeing this, John just stuck the sword in front of the armor, "Thank you for your sponsorship."
He turned away, leaving the armor in a daze.
Xinghui has changed at this time.
It gets brighter.
Other magicians also entered here one after another.
It's still strange that Ansel hasn't come over for a long time.
Andriwen was surprised.
Logically speaking, Ansel, as a court magician, should be the strongest among this group of people.
The appearance of a person surprised all the instructors of these magic schools.
"Tops?"
Even Ella couldn't help but be surprised.
They didn't expect that the most surprising magician would walk in.
Scrapstone Tops.
Even Ella thought this would be a mediocre magician.
But it was such a person who actually walked into the hall of the sacred book of Seagulls.
Tops still looks the same, wearing a simple magic robe and a somewhat haggard face.
"Ms. Ella." Tops seemed a little more cheerful.
But facing the instructors in the college, I still showed some feelings of inferiority.
His dream is to spread his magic among the seagulls like his mentors.
Andriwin said: "I didn't expect you to come in."
His tone was not very kind. After all, everyone in the magic academy had a common understanding, that is, the waste stone was mediocre.
Andriwen felt a little embarrassed when such a mediocre person walked in here.
Tops also heard what he meant, and he said sheepishly: "Mr. Andriwin, I know I have no talent, but I promised a person that I would come here."
"It's a deal between me and him."
Tops has completed his own magical research.
He could finally leave something to the world, and he felt that everything was okay.
Maybe I should leave this world.
When he had thoughts of committing suicide, John's words echoed in his ears.
My own magic may not be excellent, but the deal between such an excellent person and myself has to come true.
Tops gathered up his courage and walked into the flock of seagulls.
He hoped to meet John, even if it was to teach that magic to a good person.
This is my biggest wish as a waste stone.
"Andriwen, we have no right to decide whether any magician will stay or go." When Andriwen was about to start lecturing him, Ella interrupted him.
Ella looked at Tops with a complicated expression, "You have always worked hard, Tops."
"Although we cannot decide whether you will stay or go, as your former teacher, I am willing to give you a suggestion."
"Please speak, Ms. Ella."
Topps has a very different polite attitude from John.
Ella said: "Go back, Tops, the rest of the way will be very dangerous for you."
The respected Lady Ella said so.
Tops also hesitated a little.
But he remained firm, "I make a choice, Ms. Ella."
Ella looked at him, sighed, nodded and said, "I respect your choice."
Tops received the starlight and walked into the hall resolutely.
The wand in his hand was not a very fancy thing.
Just a simple, rough oak staff.
But just such a staff will perform great magical miracles.
...
John is very simple and crude.
The role given by Xinghui was to provide early warning and guidance, but he never evaded it.
Those dangers became a kind of trial for him.
He moved towards the divine book.
The magician who came in from behind was overjoyed to see the only armor left in the corridor.
"Haha, the teacher said there would be armor here, but I didn't expect there would only be one."
As a magician, what you fear most is being approached.
If there is only one, he can directly defeat it remotely.
Just do it, the magician raised his staff, and the wind blade summoned by magic flew towards the armor.
The armor was awakened, just as the magician was about to cast it a second time.
He saw that the sword in the armor's hand was so hot that it made him lose consciousness.
The sword can cut through even armor in an instant, causing the magician to be decapitated.
Armor walked to the middle of the corridor and stood.
Although the companion is gone, there is an armor lord with powerful weapons.
The sword that John put down casually became a killing weapon swung at the magician.
This has also become a nightmare for many magicians.
John didn't expect that the timid-looking armor would suddenly become sharp.
John had already walked to the next place at this time.
He was spinning around, and when his feet landed, he was already in a place full of desks.
As he walked forward, a table flew over and stopped in front of him.
John raised his eyebrows, walked around, and found another table.
He touched his chin thoughtfully, "You want me to leave something behind?"
The divine book records magic, so it is natural to use magic as a ticket.
John thought for a moment and tapped the table with his wand, which was instantly ignited.
This time, the surrounding tables avoided him.
The table shuddered and was engulfed in flames.
Also disappearing are the flames.
John narrowed his eyes, "Harvest, analyze, and use, is this how the divine book works?"
The table no longer blocked the way, and John walked forward.
The desks accumulated into steps, serving as John's path up.
Stepping on the desk, like stepping on the backs of many lonely magicians, John reached the top step by step.
It is a door suspended in the sky. You can only see it by walking this way.
Reach out and push open the door.
John went inside.
The desks were scattered all over the floor, after waiting for a long time.
When new magicians come, they repeat their old tricks.
The other person who walked in was a somewhat embarrassed magician.
Tops.
...
Behind the door are books.
Lots of books.
They fly like birds.
It made John feel like the secret room under Lu Wei's supervision in the first grade.
The levels there also have keys flying around.
At that time, you needed to use a broomstick to get the key.
Well, John smashed it open directly.
Obviously such a crude method cannot be used here.
Because one of these books may be a divine book.
No one has seen the appearance of the divine book. Only excellent magic can attract the divine book to appear.
"Sounds like a greedy pet."
Feed on magic and eat that knowledge as a delicacy.
The Book of Gods is a being that feeds on magical knowledge.
The Book of God was satisfied with the eternal fire that John had previously given to the desk.
That's why John can walk in.
Grabbing a book, John opened it and read it.
This is a magic book about the Circle of Denial.
This is Vanaheim's ancient magic, but it is also a very excellent magic.
This magic Ansel has used, it can create a magic ring to resist the danger approaching.
It's somewhat similar to the Iron Armor Curse.
John looked up and saw that as the creator of this magic, he was the founder of the Seagull Flock.
That was a powerful magician. Unlike Loki, who claimed to be the strongest magician in the nine kingdoms, he was truly powerful.
The creation and principles of the Ring of Denial are all recorded in it.
After reading it, John thought it could be combined with the Iron Armor Curse.
Letting go of the book, he grabbed another.
The deliciousness of the Eternal Fire has books lining up to try.
A book flew back and forth in front of John's face, as if wanting John to grab it.
John was indifferent and still chose another book.
He is waiting.
Someone worth waiting for.
When footsteps sounded, John had already read many books inside.
He was not impatient, on the contrary, he smiled.
The man wearing a simple magic robe walked in through the desk.
Xinghui's guidance stopped at this moment.
John raised his hand to crush the starlight and let it scatter in the wind.
As if seeing a friend, John smiled and said: "Did you succeed?"
Tops nodded.
John smiled wider.
He reached out and grabbed the book that kept fluttering against him.
After his finger touched it, all the surrounding books moved closer to that book.
Turned into pieces of white paper and absorbed into the book.
Divine book.
Right in John's hands.
"You kept your promise, Tops."
John didn't open it immediately, he threw the book to the other side.
The divine book fell into the air and stopped.
John said seriously: "Can you let me see it, Tops?"
"I came here just to let you see it." Tops stretched out his hand, and the blue magic was as beautiful as the aurora.
"I want to give it to you, John," Topps said.
"No," John said, rejecting the suggestion and shaking his head, "prove it yourself, Tops."
"Why?" Tops was puzzled, thinking that John was disgusted, so he hurriedly said, "I know my magic is not that good, but I hope you can accept it."
"John, why are you helping me but not accepting my magic?"
When John heard this question, he became serious.
"Because the Witch King cares for everyone who uses magic."
John slowly took out the wand and held it against his chest, "I admire your persistence and yearning for magic."
"So accept it, Tops, from a being beyond your reach, from the lofty respect the Witch-King casts upon the waste stone."
"Give it your all."
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