Orc Tyrant

The Royal Academy of Cusco, located on the busy Spice Dock in Silver Point Bay, covers an area of ​​70 hectares. It is the first specialized arcanist training institution in the Benedict Empire and has been established for 212 years. The ancient organization named “Aufata”.

Arcane is a brand-new knowledge system. The earliest arcanist was a wizard named Ke`suo. As a Dante, he was born in the barren mountainous area of ​​the Principality of Devana, and gradually showed it in his subsequent growth. Some unusual abilities, when he was immersed in Hanan under the guidance of a deer master, he became a wizard.

There is no specific information to explain how Corso discovered the power of arcane, the only record is that when he was 60 years old, at the birthday party, he took off the wizard’s robe in front of many disciples, Changed to the indigo-colored Austrian shirt.

　　Unlike a wizard who focuses on the spiritual world, Arcane is more focused on material entities, and its core concept is “plastic energy”-using Austrian law to change the structure of matter.

　　Arcane is a kind of unstable energy that wanders through the material world. Arcanists use their own spiritual power to draw them and use them. Since there is no need to be involved in the field of Hanan, Arcanists do not need to worry about pollution and mutations in the spiritual realm. At first, people were very optimistic about this magical power. After the death of Corso, his disciples established the first Arcanist organization “Aufata”.

　　 At first everything went well, until a famous emergencies-[falling moon].

　　 lasted a month, the disciples of Ke`suo died, and only a small part of the students who survived with impeccable skills survived. The most terrible thing is that they were not accidental deaths, but normal old deaths. If their aging rate is normal…

　　 People are terrified to find that the more skilled they master the Arcane energy, the faster they age, and there is no disease, and it is very natural aging.

　　 This is a cursed force, many people say so.

Many Sikaimen churches have long been watched like the corpse eagles smelling carrion, but they are puzzled about the roots of arcane, there is no expected demon sacrifice and blood ritual, and the judges almost returned empty-handed Fortunately, they discovered another amazing fact.

　　Arcane is not completely irrelevant to Hanan. In the process of spiritual guidance, they still inevitably involve Hanan, but they do not need to draw strength from it.

The voodoo sect, this is the cruel sentence issued by the Sikaimen church to the arcanists, and it is also a very serious insult, because the arcanists have always claimed that the wizard is a shaman indulging in superstition and delusion, and is a legacy of the dark age of humanity. Little tail coming down.

This sentence of the Sikaimeng Church aroused the strong rebellion of the Arcanists, but they were sparsely and unarmed, and soon they were defeated, or killed, or fled, and the originally prosperous Arcane Science quickly fell silent. .

　　 But as the old proverb says-the west is not bright and the east is bright, the powerful power of arcane has never been forgotten. When the study of arcane art was completely banned in the western world, the Eastern Kenia Empire, which is the Benedict Empire, had a new life.

Thanks to the classical drama-like encounter between Master Zerak and Vaina VII, Arcane took root in the eastern lands. Although this power is at the cost of longevity, it still attracts many excellent wizards to devote themselves to it. And developed a philosophical thought belonging to Arcanist-civilization devotion theory.

　　 Arcanists regarded their candles, although weak and dim, but they were enough to illuminate the path of humans in the dark forest. They used themselves as fuel to keep humans from falling into the pit of superstition and blind obedience.

　　 The day is bright, the night is vast

　　I am a long candle, and the torch is everywhere

This is what Master Zalak engraved on the school gate when the Cusco Royal Academy of Arcane was inaugurated. It is also the oath of admission for all new students of arcane art. When they enter this gate, their life will be shortened to less than two. ten years.

　　 This is the Arcanist, a group of short-lived and engraved people who look to outsiders, but their inner flame is little known.

　　 “Mr. Kurin is good.”

Under the boulevard, a middle-aged man in an indigo blue gown hurried forward. The students around him wearing light blue gowns saluted him, but he only nodded coldly.

Incidentally, the trees around them all exhibit distorted unnatural forms. The residents around often claim that this is pollution, but the arcanists know that this is just some students practicing with trees, although the school has been This is prohibited.

　　 Plastic energy can change not only non-living matter, but also living matter, but arcanists generally do not do this, because flesh and blood are too “precise”, and a little carelessness will lead to serious consequences.

　　 All the way through the courtyard of the Department of Chemistry and Physics, this man came to the “Blue Tower”, in front of a blue nine-story tower, which is also the principal’s office.

　　 “I have an appointment with Mr. Greeners.”

　　 Although it was indifferent, the young lady at the reception at the door seemed to be surprised, she smiled and pressed the bell on the table, and raised her finger to the door next to it.

　　 “Please, Mr. Kurin.”

　　The middle-aged arcanist walked up the spiral stairs all the way to a thick mahogany door and tapped a few times.

　　 “Come in, Comrade Culin.”

　　 Pushes the door in. In front of you is a spacious office. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows let the sunlight fully flood the room. The sides are full of bookshelves. There are some exquisite crafts in the cabinets. The center is a huge desk.

　　 A smiley, slightly fat old man behind his desk. His gray hair was neatly combed to the back, wearing an indigo gown with purple long shoulders on the left and right. This is the exclusive honor of the royal arcanist.

　　Grenas Le Bizon, the current dean of the Royal Academy of Cusco Arcos, comes from the famous family of wizards in the Benedict Empire-the Le Bizon family. He is 35 years old. He looks almost 60 years old.

　　 “Comrade Grenads, the Snow Cliff Observatory sent a new message. Team No. 7 has completely lost contact, and the probability has been destroyed.”

　　Middle-aged man’s words frowned on Grenas, which made him look older.

　　 “Are the positions of the seven subjects determined?”

　　 “Yes, but as before, they have gathered more and more of their kind, unless I use a considerable number of regular troops, otherwise I personally do not like any action.”

　　Grenas walked to the window with his hands on his back, from here he could overlook the whole college.

　　 “What is the opinion of the Xueya Observatory Group voting.”

　　 “Suspend operation.”

　　 remained silent for a long time, and the old arcane master turned back and said regretfully:

　　 “Then let’s do this first, let them write a summary report, and discuss it in the committee after a week to decide the next work plan and plan.”

“Yes.”

　　The middle-aged man just turned and left, and suddenly remembered something, and stopped, Grenads looked at him randomly and doubtfully.

　　 “Is there anything else?”

　　 “Comrade Grenads, it seems that the capital has recently infiltrated some blood worshippers, is it necessary to increase the number of personnel there?”

　　 “I also heard that the lunatics can do everything. For the safety of teachers and students, I have applied with the emperor to allocate a team of secret guards to help protect the campus.”

　　 “Then it’s all right, leave.”

　　After the door was closed again, Grenas sat back on the chair, took out his beloved pipe, and accompanied by a burst of smoke, a strange scent suddenly appeared in the room.

　　 “What a pity, why are they so special.”

　　 As he stared at the air in confusion, the huge desk shuddered suddenly, and then the tabletop opened a mouth, and a pale cyan crystal haunting the mysterious light floated out of it.

　　 “Because they are probably not the life of this world.”

　　 The crystal made such a sound.

　　Grenas nodded, his thoughts drifted to the distant place, desolate, terrible, full of gravel and rock…

　　When Gook reached out and asked for the buck teeth for steel, the goods were quite unhappy, and Tuo said he had no steel in his hands. He didn’t reluctantly surrender most of it until he went to his den in person and turned over a few heavy steel ingots under the place where he slept, and even arched the idea.

　　Gook handed over these rare metals to Agham, asking him to rebuild at least fifteen trebuchets, which is not an excessive requirement.

　　After more than thirty days, the underground finally came the news, the snail shell Sago stopped moving forward, of course not because it was dead, but it began to move up, Soke and they found the target!

　　 “This is it!”

　　 looked up in the direction of Sauk’s finger, and Guck saw the gray-brown rock, which he recognized as a hard rock.

　　 “It seems very thick.”

　　Alu Ba, who was traveling with his head, whispered and underestimated.

　　 “I know.”

　　 glared at him so that he obediently closed his mouth, and Gu Ke became irritable, and things were far more difficult than he thought.

　　 “Head! I have a way.”

　　 Sok jumped up.

“Say.”

　　 “We have encountered hard stones before, so we will roast them on fire first, then pour them in cold water after they are hot, then the stones will crack!”

“This is real!”

　　Gook excitedly grabbed this guy from the ground. UU reading books www.uukanshu. com

　　 “Yes, yes boss!”

　　 “Now let me show it!”

　　 “Observe!”

　　The fart spirits are quickly busy, some of them go to get fuel-Scotch oil wax, some take a round pile of stones.

　　 The fire was quickly ignited, and Soke tricked a few blowers from the one ear. The farts took turns to blow at the fire, and in order to keep the flame against the rock wall, they also made the stone pile into a semi-arc.

　　Guk was sitting on the stone and drinking wine, making a lot of fun.

　　 This process continued for a long time, until the rock began to make a slight cracking sound, and Soke hurriedly asked the fart to get the cold water prepared.

　　 With the sound of “zizi” in the distance, strong white smoke filled the surrounding space, Guk put down the wine and looked at it, the original gray-brown rock was smoked black, and the cracks covered the surface.

　　 “I’m here.”

　　Gook spit in the palm of his hand, grabbed a pick, and slashed into the rock.

　　哗~~!

　　In an instant, the seemingly hard rocks collapsed like decayed wood, and the splashed gravel smashed the fart watching around.

　　 “This method is good!”

　　Through this special method and the terrifying power, the gouge almost cut away a rock body nearly half a meter thick. Although the pickaxe was basically destroyed, the effect was indeed good.

　　 “You go ahead and let the white helmet kid come over to help you! When you can almost hear the sound above, stop.”

　　 Things changed, and Gook’s mood became happy. After arranging the manpower, he walked down the lower tier with Longya alone to carry out one of his favorite entertainment projects recently.

　　 Slaughter those **** big insects.