Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 86: If you move him, you move me!

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Ron was in the same room with Kidd, Lantry, and Ransim. Aurora, Karaqi and Manny were in another room. This night, Ron slept soundly for the first time. Here, there is no wind and frost attack, nor thrilling pursuit, let alone living in fear.

The next day, Ron got up on time, went to the dining hall to eat some breakfast, and then walked to the classroom. Today was his first class.

When I came to the classroom, there were a lot of students, but there were still many seats empty. Ron unexpectedly saw an acquaintance, Godley, and she smiled and waved to let Ron sit beside her. Ron also smiled and shook his head, and declined, he and Gothic hadn't gotten to this point.

Ron's eyes squinted, and a look of disappointment appeared on Gothic's face.

Ron casually found a seat and sat down, only to hear Hummelin smile, "Ron, there are a lot of freshman geniuses here, besides that Goethe, there is actually a scholar at the age of fifteen. Professionals, and some have even reached the advanced level, and they deserve special admissions."

"Look at that...the girl with blue long hair, who is sixteen years old, she is actually a senior magician, or from the water system."

"That...boy in white clothes, senior swordsman, tusk, these people's talents are really not simple."

Huo Meilin exclaimed, and showed him his finger to Ron. Among the few people he pointed out, most of them were sergeant-level intermediate strength, and a few reached high-level strength.

Ron's talent for undead magic is indeed very good, but the current strength still depends on the soul ring. Those teenagers of the same age have reached this level, which is very remarkable.

As a student, you don’t only need strength, you also need to learn a variety of knowledge. Ron’s first class is literature, and the second is arithmetic. Under the in-depth teaching of the school teacher Chunchun, Ron heard it with gusto, something that seemed simple, but it contained great principles.

Huo Meilin also agrees with this knowledge. In his words, as a strong person, in addition to practicing to improve his strength, he also needs to learn all kinds of knowledge, otherwise he will become a fool who can only do nothing.

There are two types of teachers in the college. One is a professional tutor, who is a guide for students’ practice, and the other is a teacher who specializes in imparting various knowledge, such as arithmetic, art, and literature. The teacher is generally a general As civilians, they have no strength compared to mentors, so they are scholar-like figures.

Compared with their knowledge, the students underneath are very unbearable. Barovax College is a boarding school. All students must live in the college, even if they are locals. These are usually controlled by families. Once the strict noble children let go, many people become unconscious.

Especially these teachers who impart knowledge do not have much strength in themselves, let alone suppress these students. In the first class of school, students whispered, eats, and some even openly talked about love in class. Come, this is all thanks to the co-ed dormitory, and very few students listen carefully.

In this world, everything is about strength. If there is no teacher, who would put them in the eyes? If you change your tutor, things will be much better.

In Ron’s eyes, these teachers are worthy of respect. They are very dedicated, explaining every detail and difficulty until everyone understands them, and they don’t care if anyone is listening.

The arithmetic class ended soon. There was a ten-minute break between classes. As the bell rang in class, the students returned to their seats one after another. The next class was history.

Ron just sat down and saw a familiar figure walking up the podium. He fixed his eyes and found that it was his mentor Vivian.

Vivian is a tutor of the Undead Department. Since the Undead Department has never had a student, her mentor does not match her name, so she has been serving as a history teacher concurrently.

Vivienne stepped onto the podium, scanned the classroom first, and nodded slightly when he saw Ron.

"Hello everyone, my name is Vivian. I am your history teacher. I am glad to meet you..."

The applause rang out, but it was a little sparse, Ron cheered very vigorously, because this was his mentor.

"Okay, now we turn to the first page of the book. Today's lesson is, Ancient Legends-The Lost Continent..."

"A long, long time ago, a group of strange humans lived on the earth. They controlled skeletons and engaged in cruel battles with alien beasts. During this period, we call it the ancient period..."

Ron was surprised, "In ancient times, wasn't that the era of the Scourge Church?"

Huo Meilin said in a deep voice, "It seems to be a bit related. If you listen carefully, you may find the mystery of the disappearance of undead magic..."

Vivian quickly entered the role, and saw her say vividly, "These people are extremely powerful! Compared to the ancient elves and orcs..."

Vivienne spoke loudly above, but the students below didn't have much interest. Only Ron listened very seriously to chatting, eating, and falling in love.

At this moment, there was a sneer in the corner of the classroom, breaking the atmosphere that was still harmonious.

I saw him say yin and yang weirdly, "Teacher Vivian, do you think it’s the Necromancer known as Waste Chai on the mainland?"

The classroom burst into laughter. The faces of the students were full of gloat. They saw Vivian on the podium wearing a gown with a skull pattern. It was obvious that the other party’s profession was a necromancer. The students who were afraid of not being chaotic, quickly switched to the theater mode.

The talking is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. He has blue curly hair, fair skin and delicate face, and he looks very energetic. There is a fascinating smile on the corner of his mouth. His name is Heifert. , The nobleman of the Roland Empire, is also a genius special enrollment at Barovax Academy this year. He has an older brother who is studying in the advanced class, so he is familiar with all the rules of the academy. Apart from not being able to provoke tutors, he is also very good at Teacher, verbal conflict is acceptable.

He had already inquired that Vivian was the mentor of the Undead Department, the one with the least status among mentors, so he was relieved to provoke.

Vivian's face turned pale, she didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing on the first day of school.

Heyfeldt continued to provoke, "Teacher Vivian, what do you think... Is the Necromancer really as powerful as the legend?"

Vivienne took a deep breath. This happened more than once, but she didn't have much experience in dealing with it. There was no reason for him, but no confidence.

The so-called confidence refers to strength.

You said that the Necromancer is powerful. Okay, let’s compete. As a mentor, if you can’t beat your student, you’ll be ashamed.

She thought for a while and said, "According to the records handed down in the ancient times, the undead magic did occupy the mainstream of the mainland in the ancient times, but now the real undead magic has been lost for a long time, and what we Necromancers learned is only the original That’s all..."

Vivian's rebuttal was reasonable and well-founded, even Huo Meilin couldn't help but nodded secretly. The current "dead magic" is really fur, even fur.

"Hey!" Heyfeldt smiled and stood up, "There is no evidence of what happened 100,000 years ago, of course you can say anything..."

Heifert smiled, "Yesterday, just yesterday, I found dozens of necromancers on the streets of the east of the city to have fun, and let them line up in a line of s, then a b, and finally Let them learn how to bark, you and I guess how much did it cost?"

"How much?" Several buddies around Heifert cooperated in acting.

"Hey, I spent less than three gold coins in total. It's so **** cheap...Hahaha..."

"Hahaha..." The buddies laughed, and many students in the classroom also laughed. The atmosphere of the classroom was destroyed.

Vivienne turned pale with anger, she clenched her silver teeth, her eye circles were inexplicably red, and aggrieved water kept spinning in her eye sockets.

"Don't cry...Don't cry, I want to be strong, this little blow is nothing..." Vivienne desperately comforted herself, but the excitement and ups and downs made her body shake involuntarily.

Heyfeldt watched this beautiful female teacher sweep the face in front of all the students. His heart was full of unreasonable pleasure. He didn't plan to let her go, and smiled, "Teacher Vivian, I have no intention of questioning your faith, but the great prophet taught us that seeing is believing, Teacher Vivian, you can call a few bones to open our eyes..."

"Hahaha..."

"Okay... Come on..."

"Heifert, I support you..."

The emotions of the students were ignited, and the atmosphere suddenly rose to the highest point. There were schadenfreude laughter everywhere, and only a few quieter female students did not follow.

Vivian felt an unprecedented isolation. Who would call her lack of strength? In Noah Continent, the most important thing is strength. Everyone here knows that the Necromancer is a waste of firewood. She also talks about how powerful the Necromancer is. Many students don't say it on the surface, and they already disagree.

"Enough!"

At this time, there was a scream, which seemed extremely loud in this noisy classroom.

Ron's face was tense, his patience has reached the limit, he admitted that the undead magic is indeed lost, it is reasonable for people to look down on it, but he can't stand the undead magic being so insulted.

"Yo! Have someone come forward?" Heyfelter turned his head carelessly, glanced at Ron, and smiled, "Who am I... So you are also a necromancer, the same waste wood. Teacher Vivian, is this your student of the Undead Department? There is indeed a species!"

Heifert opened the table in front of him and made a huge noise. He smiled and rolled up his sleeves. The faint flame of light circulated in his arms. He approached step by step and sneered, " Guys, let my uncle teach you how to write dead words..."

Heyfeldt was so angry because he always thought he was the boss of the freshman class. As a special enrollment, he did have such a capital. Ron stood up to provoke him and naturally made him unhappy.

Limited by school rules, he dared not beat the teacher, but no one dared to say anything about packing up a student.

"Intermediate Swordsman?" Ron's mouth curled up, and in an instant, he had seen through the opponent's strength.

There was a burst of black air in his hand, and a short bone spur appeared in Ron's hand. He sneered, without fear, and headed toward Heifelt.

"What?" All the students in the classroom were shocked. It was not the fights in the classroom that shocked them, but that in everyone’s minds, the necromancer had such courage and Heyfeldt. To Shake, is he looking for his own death?

Heifert's face sank, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Since you are looking for death, I will reluctantly give you some blood!

"Stop!"

At this moment, there was a scream from behind Heifert. He turned his head in surprise and saw that Godley, who is also a special enrollment student, stood up sometime, holding a fireball in her hand. The fireball had already formed, and it was beating in her hands.

Heifert's expression froze suddenly, "Godley, what do you want to do?"

"Heifert, I warn you, Ron is my friend, and if you move him, you move me!" Goethe said blankly.