Chapter 171 This and that
Huh? Is the strength of the vice president also unfathomable? Lance asked curiously.
"Yes, I don't know if he has reached the Holy Land, but his age alone is amazing and admirable." Quinn said slowly.
Then he looked at Lance and said in a slightly deep voice: "Although you are very good in the task of the college this time, it would be a big mistake to be proud and complacent. Do you know why I let you feel the fantasy magic of the undead magician just now?
Lance frowned and thought about it. He seemed to have some clues, but he was not sure. He shook his head and said, "I don't know..."
"Because if the magic practice of the undead reaches a profound level, the apocalyptic scene you see will become a real scene." Quinn Rosier looked at his son and said clearly and slowly word by word.
"Real scene!" Lance recalled the doomsday scene where the corpses were all over the field and the bones were piled up like mountains, and his heart was full of solemnness. Then it suddenly occurred to me that the level of the illusion just now did not seem to be high, but the picture inside was real to the extreme, and he guessed some possibility, which made his face very ugly.
And his father Quinn's next sentence also confirmed his guess. The reason why the picture you just saw is real is that it was originally the scene that happened. I don't know when the real era of that scene is, but I think it's earlier than the undead magic disaster thousands of years ago. Among them, the bone man up to 100 feet is the skeleton king summoned by the undead mage who has reached the realm of the magic mentor..."
He looked at Lance's solemn face, smiled and said, "But in fact, you don't have to be too nervous. Although the undead magic is really horrible, just like the two guys who made trouble this time, their strength is only the peak of the high level, but we great practitioners have to take action to capture them.
However, since the crisis has been eradicated for the time being, there is no need to worry too much in a short time. After all, undead magic is unacceptable, both in the East and West, so it is difficult to grow up.
Lance is also worried about the safety of the whole continent. If there are really undead mages and creatures in the fantasy, I'm afraid it won't help to restore his strength in his heyday. Fortunately, the evil head has been killed, and in my impression, there will be no attack of undead magicians in the next ten years, so I feel a little relieved.
"Well, I'm going to call you today to see how you study and practice during this period." Quinn Rossil continued. Then he specifically asked about Lance's practice, as well as his actions in carrying out the task, whether he was slack in practice and so on...
Because it was not meal time, Quinn did not stay with Doryance after asking, and was busy continuing his magic practice and research. It seemed that going out to solve the small episode of the undead magician had no way to affect his mood at all.
After Lance returned to his room, he was not in a hurry to practice. After his rebirth, his advanced speed was fast enough. In just a few months, he went from the beginning of the intermediate level to the martial artist who has now become the intermediate realm. If there is no accident, he will definitely become a senior swordsman within a year. At that time, he was only 17 years old, and this is just a conservative estimate.
Lance is very satisfied with his practice speed, so now he is not blindly seeking to practice quickly and then break through the realm, but to stabilize the realm. Only by cultivating the foundation to the most solid level can it be possible to increase the possibility and success of breaking through the Holy Land in the end.
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After the end of the third battle of the library, a group of new winners went to various parts of the empire to carry out tasks on behalf of the college, but unlike the first session, the tasks performed by the students in the last two sessions were not as difficult and would not last as long as Lance.
Today, the lively college has regained calm, and the students of the martial arts department have resumed their hard training again. And the bitter children of the political department have also fallen back into the boundless sea of political books...
Because it is not an unexpected task, the winners of this collection battle can enjoy the farewell of their classmates before the mission.
After that, the tutors of Class One, Class Two, Class Three, Class Four and Class Seven of the martial arts department announced that several winners of the first book battle who carried out advanced tasks in their class had returned, and soon returned to the class to class together, ushering in cheers. The previous day was the third book battle of Shengshi, so several returning students did not return to the class after reporting the task to the senior management.
For students at this age, they still yearn for and look forward to some heroic deeds. Although they are elites from all over the country, they are no exception. Since I haven't been able to walk around the world on behalf of the college, it is natural to consult these returning companions about the process of this task.
Although the tutors have repeatedly stressed that they are not allowed to ask returning students about the content of the task, the children still have their own little Jiujiu in their hearts. Many people think that they can rely on their good relationship with the winners and secretly understand something. Even if it doesn't work, they must ask for advice to go out the task. Experience.
But it's a pity that after waiting all day, none of the winners of the five classes came, and the next day, they still didn't come...
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The fierce light blue fighting spirit slowly dissipated, revealing the handsome face and toned body of his next sword-wielding teenager. There is a long gully on the ground in front of him.
The unnaturally formed deep rath is still slowly emitting light smoke, which means that it was formed in just a few minutes.
"Well, good, Lance. It seems that you have fully mastered the fighting skills I taught you. It's unbelievable." A tall middle-aged man stood up from the grass and smiled at the teenager in front of him. It's David, the great tutor of the college.
The teenager stood with his knife and saluted the middle-aged man and said, "Thank you for your teaching in the past two days. This fighting skill is really powerful. After compressing the fighting spirit, he can make his attack comparable to the blow of a high-level junior swordsman."
"I just taught you for a day yesterday, and today I just want to test how your practice is going. If you want to learn anything from me again, don't think about it, unless you will be rewarded again in the next mission. However, Lance, you are indeed the champion of the battle of the Book Pavilion, and your talent is really excellent.
I didn't expect you to master this fighting skill in such a short time. After teaching so many elites in the college over the years, you are still the first student to successfully stimulate the light blue fighting spirit in the intermediate level.
"Thank you for your compliment." Lance bowed. But I think that this fighting skill is indeed excellent, which is not much different from the unique skill inherited from the temple. If it hadn't been for the deep understanding of the high-level fighting spirit, it would have been difficult to master it so easily.
However, he still has some doubts in his heart. Although David's strength at this time is already the upper realm of the great swordsman, there is still a gap compared with himself at the peak. And I can't create such an exquisite fighting skill at the peak of my own...
Seeing Lance fall into meditation after finishing his words, David smiled and interrupted his silence. Lance, although this set of fighting skills is strong, it cannot be used in battles without proficiency. This set of fighting skills was created by the contemporary vice dean when he was young. It not only attacked the domineering, but also consumed his fighting spirit.
"Was it created by the vice president?" When Lance heard this, he was suddenly relieved, and then said curiously, "This set of fighting skills is really exquisite. The vice dean can create such skills when he is young, so his current strength?"
"Haha, you can't ask me about this, because I don't know how the vice dean's cultivation is." David's mentor waved his hand with a smile. Well, the reward arranged in the hospital has now been completed. Next, it's time for you to collect the high-level elixir and weapon sets given to you by the college.
David looked up at the sky and couldn't help laughing and said, "I really don't have a sense of time. Obviously, I agreed to test your mastery of new fighting skills, but I didn't expect that it would be noon. I won't keep you here. Hurry up and get the reward. I believe that the tutor who will award the prize will inevitably have a lot of nonsense. It's enough for you.
"Uh. Hey hey." Hearing David's mentor so bluntly that other mentors like to talk nonsense, Lance could only laugh twice and didn't know how to reply.
"Okay, that's all for today. After receiving the reward in the afternoon, I rushed back to the class early and left for so long. Don't let the classmates forget you, haha.
"They won't forget... They are impatiently waiting for me to go back and ask me about the content and experience of this mission." Lance answered without thinking about it.
Ah? What did you say? I remember clearly that after returning to the college, you went straight to the vice dean's room with Haigal, and then had lunch at the college and went home. Early yesterday morning, he followed me to practice new fighting skills. We have been together since this morning. How do you know what your classmates think? Talk to me." David's mentor looked at Lance and asked curiously.
"Uh, this...that..."
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"That's what it looks like. It's hard to say that the reason why I know is that Betsy ran to tell you the latest information, and then I didn't go home directly after school to practice fighting spirit, but came to you. Lance poked his head out of a pile of glowing metal armor and said helplessly.
"Ha ha, did you say anything for the last time?" On his side, a beautiful girl smiled sweetly.