Casting spells

He couldn't believe that after he left school, he would have the opportunity to relive this nightmarish scene.

"Hehe, young man, don't rush to relax, let me take a look at your results." As he spoke, Charles stretched out his right index finger and lightly touched the Violet Eye mark on the cover.

In an instant, the mark released a dazzling light, and in just a few seconds, it formed the image of an old human mage.

I saw the mage first bowed with one hand on his chest, and then he said calmly: "This test has a total of 430 questions, 30.00 questions about arcane, [-] questions about fire, and [-] questions about frost. , and the rest are application skills. Participants answered [-] questions correctly, far exceeding the [-]% pass mark, and even exceeding the level of excellence. In my records, the Kirin Tor Council has only ten Two people have surpassed him, the most recent of which is Jaina Proudmoore."

As the last word fell, his whole body quickly became transparent, and finally completely disappeared into the air.

"No.13 in history? This is really surprising!" The old mage's eyes widened, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

After all, although the questions in this book are only basic theoretical knowledge, the scope is all-encompassing. Even an archmage can't guarantee that he can answer all the questions correctly. Therefore, for a young mage who has just been promoted from an apprentice, it is already very remarkable to be able to answer 30.00% of the questions correctly. grades.

Only a very small number of outstanding young mages can barely achieve a 50.00% correct rate. As for more than 50.00%, there are only a handful of them in the entire history of Dalaran.

He was not sure whether this young man who had never received a systematic education in Dalaran was a rare genius.

Anslem Ruinvival was also looking Zhang Cheng up and down, his eyes seemed to have discovered some rare and rare animal, and after a while he smiled and asked, "Can you tell me how you did it?" Did you arrive?"

"what?"

Zhang Cheng suddenly realized that he had made a mistake, that is, he should not answer all the questions he knew correctly, so he simply chose to pretend to be stupid.

Otherwise, he would have no way of explaining where the vast amount of knowledge and memory instilled in his mind came from.

"You should understand what I mean. As a young mage, you performed a little too well. First, you defeated an opponent who was much stronger than yourself in a one-on-one duel. Now you have shown ordinary theoretical knowledge. With Ruisen's teaching level, it is absolutely impossible to teach such an outstanding disciple. So I think, you must be hiding something, right?"

After saying that, Anslem Ruinvivor stood up from the chair, exuding suffocating magic power all over his body.

As the manager of the Council of Six, although he is not as famous as the others, his strength should not be underestimated, otherwise the Dark Queen would not allow Dalaran to complete the reconstruction under her nose.

Suppressing the fear in his heart, Zhang Cheng took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Well, I admit that I have concealed some little secrets, but I can swear to you that Rui Sen is really my mentor. All the power and knowledge I have come from him. In addition, do you think if I am a spy or have ulterior motives, I will be so high-profile?"

"To be honest, this young man is not lying." Charles raised his head and glanced at the color of the surrounding Arcane Eyes, and quickly made a judgment.

Of course Zhang Cheng did not lie, he just spoke the truth selectively and skillfully.

There is no doubt that whether it is the castrated mage profession template or the complex knowledge that ordinary people cannot understand at all, they all come from the dead Rui Sen. It is absolutely not an exaggeration to call him a mentor.

"Strange, is my feeling wrong?"

Knowing that Zhang Cheng hadn't cheated on his identity, Anslem Ruinvivor quickly put away his magic power, sat down again, and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Charles shrugged his shoulders, ignored him, and said directly to Zhang Cheng: "Okay, don't worry, Your Excellency the Archmage has been busy dealing with the harassment of the Forsaken recently, so it is inevitable that he will be a little nervous. Next , let's do the second test, which is the number of spells you have mastered. Now, cast all the spells you have mastered on me, and I will give you a score based on the number, power and casting speed. Don't underestimate At this point, he determines your status after entering the parliament."

"Understood!" Zhang Cheng nodded lightly, without any nonsense, and directly started to release the fireball technique.

After a few hours of rest, his magic power had been fully recovered, so in the blink of an eye, he smashed the scorching fireball hard on the old mage's chest.

But it's a pity, just like the flame impact hit the Forsaken elite before, after a flash of red light, nothing happened.

"Well, good power, much stronger than many low-level mages. It seems that you have long since left the level of apprentices, and maybe in a few years, the council will have an extra young archmage. Continue, Qian Don't stop." Charles commented casually.

It seemed that to him, the fireball just now was like a mosquito bite, and it had no effect at all.

At this moment, Zhang Cheng realized that the flashing red light was probably something like a protective flame barrier, or a flame protective potion.

After figuring this out, he immediately stopped using fire spells and switched to arcane spells and frost spells.

Seeing this scene, the old mage immediately laughed and clapped his hands: "Haha! You are such a smart guy! But unfortunately, what protects me now is not only the protective barrier of fire, but also the protection from frost, shadow And arcane, with your current strength, it is impossible to break through the protection."

"Any enchantment has a corresponding upper limit. As long as my spell power can break through the upper limit, the enchantment will collapse. So I want to try to see if I can break the protection on your body before my magic power is exhausted. "As Zhang Cheng spoke, he gave up the arcane and frost spells, and chose to use the most destructive fireball spell to smash straight ahead.

Since he was destined not to keep a low profile, he simply unleashed his power completely, releasing nearly twenty fireballs in one breath.

When the last one hit, the fiery red light on Charles' body finally shattered, a ray of sparks passed through the barrier, fell lightly on the robe, and burned out quickly...

Chapter 29 The Apprentice's Trial - Done!

"Aha! The barrier of fire protection has been broken! Quite an achievement! That alone, I think, will save me from the next test. Now, say your name aloud, young man, on behalf of Kirin The council welcomes you to join." Charles stared at the black spot burned on the robe, his eyes revealing undisguised surprise and surprise.

"Zhang Cheng, that's my name. I'm very honored to be a member of Dalaran." Zhang Cheng resisted the dizziness after releasing his mana, bent down and touched his chest with one hand and bowed.

After all, according to the teachings in the book, most mages perceive that the target has some kind of targeted protection, so the first reaction is definitely to change the spell type, just like what he did at the beginning.

Due to the limitation of inertial thinking, they seldom even think that each enchantment actually has a corresponding upper limit, and they will not try to break it.

But for Zhang Cheng, who has played games, everything in this world is just a series of numbers. The harmful spells he casts are one number, and the protective barrier is another number.

When the total damage value of the former exceeds the latter, the enchantment will naturally shatter, just like many people mistakenly believe that water can restrain fire, but in fact there is no one restraining the other between the two.

If the temperature of the flame is high enough and the range of combustion is wide enough, no matter how much water is sprinkled, it will only be evaporated, and even under a certain pressure, it can be decomposed into hydrogen and oxygen to support combustion.

In the same way, if you want to extinguish a candle, a glass of water is enough.

In the final analysis, all these examples above are the comparison of quality and quantity, which is the simplest mathematics, not some metaphysics, or supernatural forces that cannot be controlled.

"Zhang Cheng? What a strange name, how do you spell it?" Charles asked without looking up as he opened a register.

"Forget it, I'll write it myself."

Zhang Cheng sighed helplessly, took the initiative to take two steps forward, dipped some ink with the quill in his hand, and filled in the blank space with his name according to the transliteration of Azeroth's common human language.

In fact, according to the original plan, he originally planned to use a pseudonym, but considering that the other party seemed to have used an unknown method just now to identify whether he was lying, he decisively chose to use his real name.

Anyway, he is not an original resident of this world at all, even if someone uses this name to investigate, they will only get nothing in the end.

The moment the last stroke was completed, the name suddenly emitted a golden light, followed by Zhang Cheng's dynamic avatar appearing on the lower page out of thin air.

Seeing this scene, the old mage nodded in satisfaction immediately: "Very well, now you are a registered mage of the Kirin Tor council, and I will make a violet ring for you within three days. Tell me, What magical attributes do you like to add to it?"

"You can still choose attributes?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Why not? Although most mages will choose intelligence and mana recovery speed, I have at least twelve attributes to choose from here. You can choose two of them to add to the ring." Charles said. Flipping through the messy table, I quickly found a yellowed list.

Zhang Cheng took it and glanced at it, and found that there were a series of combinations on it, including increasing the power of damage spells, adding a layer of mana shield to the wearer for a short period of time, reducing a certain magic resistance of the target, and so on.

He thought about it for a few minutes, and finally pointed to the power and intelligence of the damage spell and said, "That's it."

"No problem, I'll pick up the ring here in three days. Oh, by the way, about the other two violet rings in your hand, among them Damien's is a trophy, so I won't take it back, but Ruisen's must Return it to the council. We will use this ring to make a small tombstone to commemorate his life." Charles recorded the two combinations while explaining his reasons for recycling the Violet Ring.

"Of course! I have no objection at all." Zhang Cheng agreed without thinking.

According to Ruisen's memory, Dalaran does have a tradition of using rings to make tombstones. Unless it is a traitor or commits a major mistake, every dead mage will get a ring that belongs to him in a secret room called "resting place". own position.

"Very good, here, here is your temporary ID card, which allows you to gain access to the library, and at the same time, you can get a room of your own in the common room, as well as free food supplies. Besides, If you want to use the alchemy laboratory, observatory, long-distance transmission and other services, you can apply one day in advance, and then pay the corresponding fee according to the time."

After briefly explaining the purpose, the old mage quickly stuffed the button-sized violet nameplate into Zhang Cheng's hand, and then took out a crystal clear crystal stone from the drawer, carefully placed it on the shelf, and cut it with a carving knife. Carved intricate patterns on the top.