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Chapter 113: Who's the Genius

"Summoner, how can he speak an indigenous language? What about that elf? Why do I still seem to hear that a princess is involved?"

Isidora sat at the mouth of the mine and frowned, a blazing flame in front of him, dispelling the bitter winter cold. A large group of old and weak women and children huddled behind Isidora, their faces still full of unconcealed horror. More than seventy strong Xiali savage warriors stood at the entrance of the cave with bone sticks and stone bars, looking very nervous.

Dozens of savage children were young and did not pretend to be troublesome, they were frolicking around the fire, and from time to time they picked up thick branches and stuffed their heads on their companions, and the force of the blow was heavy, and the skulls were hard, except for a few little savages who accidentally splashed sparks and burned leather clothes, they were so anxious that they cried, but no one was hurt.

"Grandpa, the priest is back. Storm Bear jumped up from the fire, shouted with some excitement, and pointed to the north with an excited expression.

"Bang!" a little wild man saw that he was not paying attention, and the thick wooden stick in his hand smashed his head against the head of the violent bear, and the wooden stick broke off in response. The latter rolled his eyes and stumbled a few times, shaking a few times as if he was drunk, but he still didn't fall.

Isidora lifted her spirits, raised her head and looked at the side of the hill, and saw Li Junshan walking over alone.

"Finally back. Isidora breathed a sigh of relief, wrung out a handful of snot and wiped it on the stone wall, stood up and greeted Li Junshan, and as she passed by the wild man child who beat the violent bear, the communiqué personal vendetta of the unenlightened chieftain gave the boy a slap.

"This is the medicine left by that elf for you, you can't help the wind and cold when you're old, and a small illness is easy to drag into a big illness, he said that a little bit can cure it. Li Junshan threw a small bottle at Isidora from afar.

"This smell, well! it seems to be a Gyokuro potion. Isidora took it in her hand, couldn't help but open it and sniffed it, and her face was excited.

"How does this name and smell look like perfume, is it useful?" Li Junshan smelled a rich fragrance.

"If it is a gyokuro elixir, it is very precious, it is made from hundreds of kinds of flower herbs after refining, and it is said to be able to cure all kinds of diseases and detoxify. It turned out that the chief of the Tianhe tribe was accidentally bitten by the most poisonous red-core snake in the desert, and he was about to die, because the ore of their tribe could be handed over a lot more every year, and the elf gave him a bottle of jade dew potion, and the next day he was alive and kicking, just like a normal person. I only found out when the old guy came to me to show off. Isidora took a small sip, hurriedly corked the bottle tightly, and carefully tugged into her arms.

"The moon blade archer gave it, I guess that's it. Isidora thought, her face blooming with joy.

"Why are they so nervous?" Li Junshan looked at the dozens of savages with primitive weapons in a strange way.

"Summoner, you don't know, just now there were several more teams of orc wolf cavalry rushing into the Falling Moon Mountains, and I don't know what happened, just talking about finding a lionman. Isidora looked palpitated and said, "They took a portrait, which we naturally haven't seen, but fortunately they didn't attack us, and hurried to the Falling Moon Mountains." ”

Li Junshan nodded, stared at Isidora, and said nothing.

Isidora was stunned, and her heart was furious when she was looked at by Li Junshan, but she didn't know what went wrong, and she was a little at a loss.

"Huh. Li Junshan suddenly laughed and said, "Very good, you are very trustworthy." What I told you just now when I was leaving, it's not a joke, it's a count. ”

Both of them are understanding people, and with a simple sentence, Isidora immediately reacted, and her performance in front of the elves just now finally won Li Junshan's trust. He felt relieved in his heart, smiled and shouted at the savage.

As for how Li Junshan and the Moon Blade Archer met, the two in front rushed out angrily, and how they came back with a bottle of Gyokuro Elixir in the back, including how they could speak indigenous languages, Isidora wisely did not ask.

"Whew!" more than forty savage children swept over like a gust of wind, and the large group of adult savages looked at each other a few times, and couldn't help but hug them too.

"Why do they call me Lord Sacrifice?" Listening to a group of savages calling Lord Sacrifice in indigenous language, Li Junshan couldn't help but look at Isidora.

Isidora sighed and said, "These indigenous tribes have existed in this extreme southern desert for many years, and have been living a primitive life, and the orcs refuse to recognize them, but they believe in the beast god Oni like the orcs. Occasionally, among them, someone will comprehend a special power and become a sacrifice. The time you met us, Lord Summoner, the old guy from the Fork Tribe who knew how to do bloodthirsty magic was probably a sacrifice who had just comprehended the mysterious power. Therefore, in the eyes of the indigenous savages, all powerful people are sacrifices. ”

"I see. Li Junshan pondered, and then asked: "If, according to what you said, there are hundreds or thousands of indigenous tribes in the extreme southern desert, then the number of people will not be small, even if the production rate of the sacrifice is the same as that of human magicians, then it should be a little large, right?"

"Master Summoner, you have overlooked one point, no matter how large the number of indigenous tribes is, they are definitely not as large as the population base of humans. Moreover, the sacrifices do not have the ability to attack, and most of the mysterious powers they comprehend are auxiliary skills. For example, Bloodthirsty Arts, which can increase the speed and strength of Savage warriors, and Bloodthirsty Arts, which can improve defense, and so on. They are a ragtag army compared to the sacrifices cultivated by the orc system, and they are less than elven archers or magicians. ”

"And. With that, Isidora smiled bitterly and said, "Even if they are indigenous savages, they have the same inferior nature as humans. These tribes on the edge of the Falling Moon Mountains are only the tip of the iceberg, and the deep desert in the extreme south is the base camp of the indigenous tribes, who may be able to share the same hatred in the face of danger, and once they are at peace, they will become civil strife. Either the big tribes annex the small tribes, or the small tribes kill each other. Even without the deliberate suppression of elves and orcs, their population base will never grow. ”

Li Junshan looked at himself with a group of green eyes, like a hungry wind wolf seeing the savages of the antelope herd, thought for a while, and said to Isidora: "I don't know if the fighting spirit of humans is suitable for them, but I think we can try, even if it doesn't work, some simple martial arts should be able to be taught." ”

"Thank you, Summoner. Isidorah said, bowing down excitedly.

Isidora understood that from this moment on, the powerful summoner boy in front of him had finally truly integrated into the Xiali tribe.

"How to teach?" Li Junshan helped Isidora up, looking at a group of eager savages, but there was a feeling that the tiger had nowhere to claw after eating the sky.

In Auston City, the imperial capital of the Reims Empire, behind George College of the Imperial Academy, thousands of people surrounded a stone platform in the center, all of whom were students of the academy, and magicians, warriors, and other professions were distinct, each huddled into a ball and whispering lively.

Directly south of the stone platform, there are several wooden chairs on a high platform, a long wooden table in front, and several elderly instructors are sitting without squinting, occasionally talking a few words, also carrying guns and sticks, full of gunpowder.

"Who do you think will win?" that Sriya heard that there were signs of progression to the Magus. Tsk, it's really not a shame that it's the first day of the advanced magic class. ”

Under the stone platform, a fat student with freckles on his face said to his companion next to him, the freckles on his face seemed to be alive, and he danced excitedly.

His companion was also very excited, and whispered, "Well, I think Sriya will win this seniority tournament as well, after all, he has always been a genius in the advanced class of magic." The one who has only been in the academy for more than a year, it is said that he was a junior magician when he came in, and now he is only an intermediate magician, and he even dares to apply to participate in the senior magic class yearly competition, although he won the first few games by luck, this one against Sri Lanka, his good luck will come to an end. ”

"Shhhhh The fat man made a silent motion, but was startled by the sudden earth-shattering cheers.

"Sri Lanka, Sri Lanka"

Whether it was a magician or a warrior, they all raised their arms and cheered, and their eager eyes were all fixed on a young man in his twenties who appeared on the stone platform, and the applause was thunderous.

The girl students crowded in the crowd tried their best to avoid dealing with the oil rubbing of the bad elements next to them, and their hot eyes were scattered towards Sri Lanka on the stage as if they didn't want money. The reserved ones only smiled with their eyebrows to convey their affection, and a dozen girls were almost about to jump onto the stone platform, screaming like an extremely fast wind blade cast by the Wind Saint, tearing their eardrums.

It's no wonder they're so crazy, at the age of twenty-five, Sria is about to break through to the Magus, and in the eyes of George's advanced class of magic, no one can beat it anymore. Moreover, the high-level officials of the Imperial Magic Guild have already handed him an olive branch, if it weren't for George College's efforts to stop it in the middle, it would have been dug up a long time ago, and it can be said that the future is immeasurable. Besides, he is still handsome and dashing, standing on the stage in a moon-white cloth shirt, holding a staff inlaid with a fist-sized fiery red crystal nucleus in his hand, with a proper smile on his face, and his spring-like eyes looked around the stage, gentle and elegant.

"Old fellow, his teeth are almost laughing out. On the high platform, an old man in a gray robe looked stupid when he saw the mentor next to him.

"Hehe, I'm just happy. Like you, a disciple of the wind system, you will be swept down in the third round, and you will have to swallow it in a muffled voice, even if you pretend to smile and laugh off your big teeth. The Sri Mentor didn't hide it, and his face was full of wrinkles and smiles.

"Laugh, I'll see if you can have the last laugh. In addition, it is not a fuel-efficient lamp, an intermediate magician participates in the senior magic class year competition, and passes all the way to the finals, how bad can it be. Hehe, this kid is going to wait until he can get Sriya out of power, and I'll give him a superb staff, old man. The gray-robed old man narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Sri Syya's mentor did not speak, and with a disdainful smile on his face, his attitude was clearly expressed.

"It's coming. The gray-robed old man perked up and looked to the west of the stone platform.

A thin figure slowly walked up to the stone platform, his appearance was ordinary enough to belong to the type that would never be looked at, his calm face had no expression, and he held an ordinary staff in his hand, not even a crystal nucleus.

This person is none other than Fat, Li Junshan's magic servant-Fatbart.

When Fat's appearance, almost no one cheered, and there was silence. Only a few of the students who often attended classes with him raised their arms and shouted, and in the silence, they felt abrupt and shrunk their necks.

"Fate, come on. The sound of thunder sounded in the west corner of the stone platform, and Fate couldn't help but glance back, it was Lei Xuan standing there, raising his arms and shouting to himself.

Fatt smiled slightly, turned to look at Sri Lanka on the other side, and his face returned to a calm and calm face.

"It's the finals of the George College School of Magic and Wizardry, and if there is a danger in the middle of the game, and one of them feels that their lives are threatened, they can ask to stop the game, and of course the other side is the champion. The game is signaled by the ringing of the bell and is ready to start. The vice president of the Magic Branch stood up and said aloud, and when he saw that both of them nodded at him, he flicked his hand, and a wind blade flew quickly and hit the iron bell next to him.

"Dang!"

The deafening applause rang out at the same time, and the audience was cheering.

The two people on the stage, whether it was Sri or Fat, silently chanted a magic spell at the same time. Sriya had spent a lot more time in magic than Fate, and before the cheers from the audience had fallen, a red fire-type elemental rushed out in front of his body, instantly condensing into nine small fireballs glowing with cyan scorching light.

At this time, Fat's magic spell continued to be chanted silently, but there was no sign of magic formation outside his body.

The nine small fireballs in front of "Huh" Sri Lanka flew towards Fat, and they were divided into three groups in the shape of "Pin", and this wonderful magic manipulation technique attracted a burst of cheers from the audience.

Fat, unhurried, saw that the fireball was about to fly in front of him, and the first magic was finally cast. "Whew!" his wind-blessed body flashed to the side, avoiding the fireball.

"Whew!"

Fate's second spell was cast in an instant, and a spine of ice as thick as a human arm appeared with a blue glow, and flew towards Sriya.

Naturally, Sriya would not be idle, after casting a small fireball, he quickly recited a magic spell in his mouth, and the red light on the fire crystal nucleus on the staff was sheng, and a blade more than half a meter long formed by the flames appeared out of thin air, "whirring", facing the ice spine of Fate.

"Bang!"

The two magic airs collided together, and the ice vertebrae were instantly melted by the hot flame knife, and the dimmed flame knife did not fly out of a meter before it dissipated into the air.

Sri Lanka's heart sank, but the magic spell like a clear spring in his mouth did not stop, and the hot fire elements gathered wildly, condensing into a fire dragon more than five meters long.

"Whew!" a three-meter-long bone spear appeared out of thin air in front of Fate, stabbing towards Sriya; "Whew!" Before the bone spear could fly out, thirteen small fireballs condensed and flew towards Sriya.

"Whoosh!" seven cyan wind blades appeared, slashing towards Sriya.

"Whew" six skull-sized stones with a yellow glow, and smashed towards Sria at great speed.

"Boom!" a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air, and slammed down on Sriya.

"All of them are third-level and fourth-level magic, obviously a high-level magician, how many magic systems does he have? Sriya's Magic Master jumped to his feet, his face shocked.

"Genius! Who is the real genius?" The expressions of the magic masters of the various departments watching from the side were not much better, and they all looked shocked, and then they made up their minds.

Where did Sri Lanka still have time to cast the fire dragon, and in horror, he blessed himself with a magic shield and hid to the side in embarrassment.

The magician's dodge speed is not comparable to the magic attack speed at all, and before Sriya can move two steps, the fiery red magic shield outside his body "bang" sounds, and he doesn't know how many hits he has hit for a while, and the light quickly dimmed.

"Surrender?" Sria saw that the endless stream of Fat's mixed magic was still flying towards him, and the thought came to him, but he didn't decide yet.

"Boom!" The bluestone ground shook beneath Sriya's feet, and a thick stalagmite burst out of the ground in an instant, and his precarious magic shield could no longer resist the impact and dissipate into the air.

"Stop, I'll throw in the towel. Sri Reya shouted in a daze, and the calmness he had when he first came to the stage was thrown out of the clouds, and he directly fell to the ground and rolled around, avoiding the few wind blades that came from the wind.

Fatt stopped chanting the magic spell, didn't look at Sriya, and turned to walk off the stage.

There was silence in the arena of thousands of people, and it was not until Fateh got out of the ring that the buzzing exploded.

"I knew you were a high-level magician, and you pretended to be for me for so long. As soon as Fate stepped down, Lei Xuan appeared out of nowhere and put his arms around his neck.

Fat was a little unaccustomed to it, he struggled for a while but didn't break free, he glanced at Lei Xuan helplessly, and in the surprised eyes of the students, the two walked out together.

"Drink and go, defeat the first magic genius of the advanced class of the Demon Courtyard Branch, how can you celebrate. Lei Xuan said with a hippie smile.

"No, I'll go back later. Mrs. Linda has been feeling a little unwell these days, and I'll have to go to the pharmacist later. Fatt said lightly.

"I said you've been so forbearing, why have you been playing like you've been fighting lately? It's not like your style to show up for this kind of boring competition. Lei Xuan let go of Fateh and whistled at a shy girl on the side of the road, who turned red and ran away.

"I just want to test my magic level, my master used to say that only fighting can make a person grow, and it's good to practice with a dull head, but you can't learn to be a nerd. I can't always stand behind my master and let him shield me from the wind and rain, although I can never surpass him, but I don't want to be a burden to him, let alone now" Fate said calmly, his body suddenly stopped, and whispered to Lei Xuan: "I'll go first, you help deal with those mentors." ”

As he spoke, Fate ignored Lei Xuan's answer, turned around and walked quickly outside the academy.

"Nicholas, with such a magical servant, what the hell did you really cause trouble in the Scarlet Narrow?

Lei Xuan stood still, with mixed feelings for a while, his eyes saw several magic mentors rushing towards this side, sighed in his heart, and strode over.

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