When I woke up in the morning, Winnie still hadn't visited. The troll was gone.
Nese was not afraid of a sneak attack by the troll, but he was also impressed by its excellent service attitude that it did not try to secretly eat his own face in the middle of the night.
All that was left of the fire was the ashes. Next to it stood a thick black tin can.
Take a look, there is clear water inside.
Nese drank most of it in one go and washed her face with the rest. Before leaving, he left an extra silver coin above the stone where the troll slept.
He set out to leave the cave, his steps quick.
An hour and a half later, he stood outside the dome of Semolan Academy.
Thousands of meters inward from the dome to the college wall, a huge dark red castle followed the mountain and spread overwhelmingly downward from the top of the mountain. The outer perimeter was designed as a fortress, like a copper wall and an iron wall.
“Outside the Law,” Semeran.
…
Semoland Academy is located in a secretive place and is not affiliated with any federation, country, or organized gang.
Most people don't know that Semoland Academy exists, and among the remaining people who are pervasive—
First, tax officer Vicardo, who is known for his sharp eyes and unreserved work, chose to cross out this line on the tax form reluctantly after filling in the heads of dozens of low-level officials; then Banbu Xi Ned's gang also gradually felt that the trip here was a waste of horses and wheels, and instead searched for more local areas;
There are also the earth spirits in the Urosodun enclave, which are too delicious and juicy for the monsters in the blood-changing swamp. When they understood this, they finally learned to avoid this ghost place; only traveling traders came occasionally to do business or die.
Academically speaking, all kinds of magic taboos can be ignored in Semeran, as if there is an admission slogan: "A person cannot be kicked out of the magic world twice."
Nese slowed down and entered the mana dome.
Looking closer, the castle wall is so high that it is almost curved and suffocating. When you look up, you almost feel like it is going to fall down. Between the wall and the dome, a few apprentices could be seen from a distance, holding weapons and hunting individually.
Nese looked around and hit a giant frog passing by. He imitated their posture and grabbed one of the frog's legs, dragging it in the muddy water.
This time it's almost perfect.
The corpse of the giant frog was like a perfect supplementary piece of identification. After a while, a small group of four patrol mages riding on domesticated alligator-headed birds with jet-black feathers came towards them. They only glanced at him blankly and then lost interest.
Nese was relieved and walked slowly along the wall with the ballista.
Not long after, we arrived at the main entrance of the "Outlaw" castle.
A crooked team appeared in front of them. The guards at the gate formed a group and blocked the door, checking people who were about to enter the main entrance one by one.
Nese acted as if nothing had happened, moving slowly towards the end of the team while taking stock of the situation.
Among the guards were four star-helmeted soldiers, each holding an anti-magic shield, and four mages. Three of them were wearing brown robes and had long swords hanging from their waists. They were blood-stained war magicians who were good at opening big holes in the enemy's chest from the front.
The chests of the war mages and the shields of the soldiers had the same black broken sword pattern, and Nese recognized it as the decorative mark of Semeran.
The other mage wore an exaggerated suit full of colorful stripes, with purple roses embroidered on the cuffs and collar. In comparison, he looked extremely weird and arrogant.
He had no weapons and was wearing a bright blue gemstone ring. He had his hands behind his back and was pacing back and forth with a funny look on his face, while his bright eyes glanced around.
"Oh. God, god of shit, please keep their butts clean." He shook his head and sighed loudly.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
The team and the guards burst into laughter.
Nese didn't smile. She glanced at the clown-like mage and looked away. He recognized the pattern of the purple rose.
This mage is a subordinate of Ufa Ufa. It seems that they are indeed on guard here.
The line slowly squirmed amid obscenities and shrill laughter.
A small number of people in the queue were merchants, and most were apprentices who were preparing to return to Sermoland. They were all wearing the same blue clothes as Nesse, and carried various local strange prey on their shoulders.
Nese dragged the dead frog into it easily, so there was nothing wrong with it. But the apprentice in front of him was holding an egg that looked like a burned human head. The top of the egg was in the shape of a nutmeg, with pus constantly leaking out.
It turned out to be explosive fun, with everyone talking enthusiastically and making dirty remarks.
It seems a bit hypocritical to say that I can't adapt.
But Nesse found it hard to hold back his bored expression.
These apprentices are all students expelled from other colleges, or simply unruly people who are willing to take risks in the name of Muther Moran. It is very different from the serious and boring style of the Black Key Warlock Association - with the exception of Ufa and Ufa.
Those in front were gradually let out. There were others who came after Nese. It's almost his turn.
The apprentice holding the egg enters the castle. The smiles disappeared from everyone's faces, and some people started spitting on the ground. Nese breathed a sigh of relief.
"You." A war magician gestured to him.
War mages surrounded him. Soldiers are on guard outside. The clown-like mage roughly squeezed his shoulders and neck. Then he waved his hand nonchalantly, signaling him to pass.
Nesai stepped forward and couldn't help but pause.
Thirty feet in front of the huge doorway leading to the castle, white light shot down from the floating city, illuminating a large space.
On the only way to go, there is an entire static "strong vision" area that cannot be avoided.
"Still not leaving?" The war mage saw his hesitation. Frowning.
Nese held the frog with one hand and slowly moved it forward, but her thoughts were racing in her heart.
How is he going to get through?
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two star-helmeted soldiers approaching.
Now that the arrow was on the string, he couldn't help but turn back.
If I had known this earlier...
Nese suddenly touched her waist. Grab an object and lift it upward above your head.
The guards were stunned.
"I am the apostle of destruction and destruction." Nese raised his solid-shattering strike. "In the name of destroying Yin Buddha with the hand of destruction, explore the path of destruction in the land of lawless law."
Someone nearby laughed.
"What are you doing?" The gorgeously dressed mage also laughed and rubbed his hair.
"Today's hunting was blessed by the hand of destruction. I am extremely satisfied."
Nese ignored it and walked forward as he spoke.
The cracking attack overflowed with black energy, partially blocking the white light of "Strong Vision" on his head.
In fact, he had already held the blood needle given to him by Yin Fomie between his fingers, ready to go.
If the interference caused by the cracking attack is not enough, he can summon Yin Fomie to appear again. Prove to everyone that his demonic aura is not because he is the evil enemy of mankind, but simply because he is the human apostle of the Hand of Destruction and the evil of mankind itself.
For the latter, it should be commonplace in lawless France.
Of course, he remembered Yin Fomie's advice.
Unless there is an emergency, it is best not to use blood needles.
He hoped that just using the Reality Breaking Strike would be enough. But if he is exposed here, Wufa Wufa has already suffered losses at his hands. This time he is ready to fight again, and the dragnet he has set up at any cost will shrink together. He is afraid that he will have to use all his strength to turn the devil away.
Nese stepped out of the white of strong vision.
"Stop." The mage with purple roses embroidered on his sleeves and collar - Ufa Ufa's subordinate said.
