The Wizard World: 222 Incident 1
Leaving the auction, Angele and Siwa return to their apartment by carriage.
The slaves bought temporarily camped by the small lake. A team of dwarf engineering teams rushed over and started to build stone houses for the slaves. They started to build a small stone house in a large open area on the side of the small lake. .
The two little twin girls are quite sensible, as if someone had taught them beforehand. They used to do cleaning and tea finishing, and they all did a good job.
Angele named them: Amy and Ellie. This is just the pronunciation of the name. In fact, in Angmar, the meaning of these two words is number one and number two.
Life is back on track again.
Angle did not feel sorry for the blood of the Centaur leader. After a little thought, if he bought the batch of Centaur with the attention of so many people at that time, it is likely that after he extracted the blood veins, instead There will be a great chance of being discovered. It's better to find some blood-diluted biological extracts.
In addition, the ghost image of the Sukura Giant Eagle Banshee, which was derived from his blood, is still sleeping. I don't know when I can wake up and take him into the nightmare world again.
Angele had to continue to learn the enchanting knowledge system by himself, but this spare time allowed him to handle the matter of joining the Six Ring Tower.
The land of Nora
Southwest of the Sixth Ring Road.
The vast sea of green trees has a huge circular grass. The grassland is extremely flat, surrounded by a garden belt with white flowers.
At the center is a tall arched gray building, like an arched bale growing on the ground. It was cut in half. The cross section of the building is the entrance.
At the entrance, four sloping gray-white stone pillars support the top of the building. It looks like four white wooden sticks on the building. Does not seem to play any supporting role at all.
Inside the stone pillar, in the tall arched gate, some white figures come in and out, and there is a constant stream of people. From time to time someone just walks out and suddenly turns into a white mist and disappears. There are also people who gather a cloud of mist out of the air, and then people come out of the mist. Striding into the gate.
Some others walked in from outside the garden belt, while others fell from the sky and rode flying pets, then rolled over and headed for the entrance gate.
The people who came in and out were all calm, with a more or less solemn atmosphere on their bodies.
On both sides of the gate, there are two stone statues of one person standing tall. They are both beautiful women's stone statues with their right hands raised, and their golden hands are placed with a golden yellow crystal. There is no inch on the body. Behind them were a pair of gathered wings.
The stone statue is made of off-white stone, with a slight sense of solemnity.
Among them, a young man with short brown hair came out of the woods in a white robe, walked through the garden belt, and followed the white robe in front of the building door.
The man is slender, with a faint silvery metallic luster on his skin, and his eyes are slightly pale golden.
"This is the Southwest Division of the Sixth Ring Road." He looked up and looked at the stone statues on both sides. He could feel that the two stone statues were exuding a faint wave of energy all the time. Radiating everyone who comes in and out.
If you do n’t have a wizard-level power, you just get in and out of it and you will be hurt irreversibly, and it will be permanent.
"So Green, I still have something, so let's go first." A white robe witch next to the man whispered, "If you have time to contact me again, I have to send something to the instructor." He had short yellowish hair and looked messy like a weed pile.
"How many times have you seen each other, and why do you always see you doing things for Spender alone? He won't treat you as a student, right?" Anglia asked with a quizzical look.
"No way, maybe I live closest to the mentor." It is one of several wizard disciples of the elf Spender. It hasn't been long before that.
"Although I have always had a good cooperation with your mentor. This time it is troublesome for you. Send me so far." Angle smiled. His relationship with the elf has become more harmonious recently.
"This is what I should do, Master Green." Spender humbly saluted, "Then I'll leave first?"
"Well."
Spender stepped back two steps and turned towards the woods.
Angele regained his gaze and walked straight towards the front door of the building.
Several steps on the stone steps, some wizards around have lips moving slightly, no sound spread out at all. Obviously, they are talking to each other.
Angel walks into the gate, inside a huge hall resembling a cathedral.
You can look up at the gray ceiling dome that is tens of meters above. Dense cypress chairs occupy almost the entire hall, and a vertical aisle in the middle divides the entire area into two.
The dense chairs. Sparsely sitting in some white robes.
There is an open space in front of the chair, where a black rectangular stone pillar is erected, and a white robe witch stands in front of the stone pillar, watching the content on it intently.
The hall is quiet. The wizards who came in and out did not say anything. Most of them came in and sat for a while, then got up and left. Some wizards approached the door, and someone walked over to give them a bag of small things, while others did not.
Angel surveyed the environment and found a place to sit down.
The chair is cold and hard, but with a hint of sandalwood. He noticed that other wizards sat down and closed their eyes for a while, then opened their eyes and immediately stood up.
He sat in his seat without any movement, but his right hand was folded into a fist in front of his chest, maintaining this position for five seconds.
A gray robe apprentice came to the right.
"Sir, please follow me." This apprentice is a middle-aged man with an indifferent look.
Angle glanced at him slightly, glanced over his hanging right arm, where he was slightly stronger than his left arm. There seemed to be a hint of blood and evil thoughts on his body. That is a characteristic that can only be attributed to participation in killing wizards.
"Okay." He stood up and followed the apprentice.
The two walked in through a small wooden door on the right. Go through an open courtyard corridor. Soon came to a place like an indoor martial arts ground.
Several white-robed wizards stand scattered inside. At the same time, there were several wizards like him who were brought in by apprentices standing on the side of the field.
Angel was led by the apprentice to the left. Stand aside like these people and wait.
A few moments later, two more people were brought in.
A total of six people and six white-robed wizards stood by the field.
"Rebalia, you're here again, you really don't give up. You have to come once every year."
Of the six people standing together, one of the later yellow-skinned men with a thin face said to another handsome blond man with a smirk.
"You're not the same. It won't pass every year." The blonde man said lightly.
"It looks like the others are new, really tender." The thin man glanced at Angele and others, sneered, and stopped talking.
"You're so disgusting." A stout bald wizard replied coldly. "I heard that the hunting force will let us fight against each other first, and you better pray that you don't meet me."
"Don't wait, we can try it now." The thin man sneered.
"Noisy! Noisy!" A fine-haired black witch suddenly made a noise.
"It seems to be here every year, it's probably to sell the hot guys at the bottom of the case." The blonde man Revalia smiled slightly, glancing at Angele and the last white hooded Gown witch. No one was present. There are only two of them.
"The bottom of the case? What does it mean?" Anger asked in a loud voice.
As soon as the voice came down, the others suddenly looked at him with a little surprise.
"Don't you know that joining the hunting force can wipe out all the previous cases and don't ask any more?" Rebalia also held back.
"I don't know." Angele shook his head slightly. "Can't you join here for the purpose of closing the case?"
"Why do you want to join a killing force with a very high mortality rate?" The thin man asked a question everyone wanted to ask. Even the guy who had previously lowered his head and wearing a hood looked here.
Angel was a little hesitant.
"I didn't know that there were other ways to join." Angle shrugged helplessly, with a deliberate smile on his face.
He really doesn't know the other ways to join the Sixth Ring. In fact, this time he came here, also holding the idea of getting other joining channels from here.
This is not only the branch of the hunting force, but also the apprentice and wizard of the Sixth Ring. All potential disciples and apprentices received from the south and Haiyan Port will be transferred once from here and then reviewed again. It was then sent to the central six towers to be assigned to the major departments of the college.
"I ’m here to join the Six Ring Enchanting Department
. "The guy with the hood pulled off the hood and revealed a soft blue long hair. She is a handsome young woman. Her right eye is just white, without pupils, just pale. The left eye is pale Blue, it looks a bit oozing.
"Well, what departments can you join?" Angele asked politely.
"Enchanting, hunting, planting, potion." The blue-haired woman replied lightly.
Angele wanted to ask again, a low woman's voice interrupted him.
"Everyone who tests this time. If you want to join the hunting force, please come here. If you want to join other departments, please stay in place."
The voice echoed directly in the hall, but no one was seen.
Four people, except Angliet and the blue-haired woman, followed a white wizard who came over into the other room.
Angle thinks about it, but stays there. The organization of the elf and his agreement at the time was that he could not fully expose his pharmacy talent. At best, only one ordinary pharmacist with some potential can be made, and no one can notice his difference.
Angle weighed the trade-offs and did decide to hide something. After all, he really wanted to exchange research with those pharmacists. It didn't take long for him to reveal the stuffing completely. For the basic discipline of pharmacy, he is completely ignorant, relying on nothing more than high-precision analysis and simulation of chips. Then according to the basic ingredients, step by step, the principle is completely different from the research methods of wizards in this world.
One of the purposes of joining the Six Rings this time is to learn a lot of knowledge here, including pharmacy.
Use the simulation ability to configure a simple medicament once, and then you can access the pharmacological knowledge of the tower.
At this time, a gray robe apprentice came to both Angele and the blue-haired woman.
"Two adults, please follow me."
Angel followed the apprentice through another hall.
"What are the two branches you want to join?" the apprentice asked as he walked.
"Pharmacy."
"Enchant." The two answered separately.
"Okay. Cynthia, you take this adult to the adult side of the Enchanting Department." The apprentice directed another female apprentice to come over and whispered.
"OK."
Angele watched the blue-haired woman taken away and headed for the other side of the hall to exit.
"Sir, please come with me," the gray robe apprentice whispered to Angle.
Nodded, Angele followed him out of the hall, entered a white open-air garden, walked through the garden full of various red and green flowers, and came to a small clear pond. Two old wizards in white robes were chatting by the pond while standing by the pond.
"Master Andrea, Lord Vesta." The apprentice stepped forward, politely saluting the two old wizards.
Both old men have white hair and wrinkled faces. I do n’t know how old they are.
When Angele saw the two, they felt keenly that the mental power fluctuations of the two were at most liquefied. Because of his compression of mental power, he can faintly sense the approximate stages of other wizards through the force field.
And after compressing mental power, other wizards generally have a hard time detecting his level. Now, in order to avoid suspicion, the degree of breath released by him belongs to the gasification stage.
After all, a liquefied wizard in his twenties is too much trouble. Once found out
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