Orc Tyrant

The Royal Arcadian College of Cusco, located on the busy spice pier of Silver Point Bay, covers an area of ​​70 hectares. It is the first specialized arcanist training college in the Benedictine Empire. It has been established for 212 years and its predecessor is The ancient organization named "Ofata".

Arcane is a brand-new knowledge system. The earliest arcanist was a wizard named Ko`so. As a Dante, he was born in the barren mountainous area of ​​the Principality of Divanya, and he grew up gradually. Some unusual abilities, when he was immersed in Hanan under the guidance of a deer sect master, he became a wizard.

There is no specific information to explain how Co`suo discovered the power of arcane magic. The only record is that when he was 60 years old, at a birthday party, he took off his wizard robe in front of many disciples. Put on an indigo-colored Austrian shirt.

Unlike wizards who focus on the spiritual world, Arcane is more focused on material entities, and its core concept is "plastic energy"-to change the structure of matter with arcane law.

Arcane is a kind of unstable energy that originates from wandering in the material world. Arcanists use their spiritual power to draw them and use them. Since there is no need to be involved in Hanan’s domain, arcanists do not need to worry about pollution and mutations in the spiritual domain. People were very optimistic about this magical power at first. After the death of Ko`so, his disciples established the first Arcanist organization "Ofa Tower".

At first everything went smoothly, until a famous emergency-[Falling Moon].

For a month, the disciples of Ke`suo died one after another. Only a small part of those who were not good at learning skills survived. The most frightening thing is that they did not die accidentally, but died of normal old age. If their aging rate is normal...

People are horrified to discover that the more skillfully they master the Arcane energy, the faster they will age, and they will age naturally without any disease.

This is a cursed power, many people say so.

The churches of Sikaimen who had been watching for a long time rushed forward like corpse eagles smelling carrion. They were unable to understand the roots of arcane arts. There were no demon sacrifices and blood rituals as expected, and the judges almost returned empty-handed. Fortunately, they discovered another amazing fact.

Arcane magic is not completely unrelated to Hanan. In the process of spiritual guidance, they are still inevitably involved in Hanan, but they don't need to draw strength from it.

Witchcraft-like sects, this is a cruel sentence issued by the Church of West Kaimon to arcanists, and it is also a very serious insult, because arcanists have always claimed that wizards are shamans who are addicted to superstition and delusion, and are leftovers from the dark ages of mankind. The little tail coming down.

The verdict of the Church of West Kaimon aroused strong resistance from arcanists, but they were few and unarmed, and were soon defeated, killed, or fled, and the thriving arcane studies quickly fell silent. .

But as the old proverb says-the west is not bright, the east is bright, the powerful power of arcane has never been forgotten. When arcane learning was completely banned in the Western world, the Eastern Kenia Empire, also known as the Benedict Empire, had a new life in Arcane.

Thanks to the classical and dramatic encounter between Master Zelak and Vaina VII, arcane arts took root in the eastern lands. Although this power came at the cost of life, it still attracted many outstanding wizards to devote themselves to it. And developed a philosophical thought that belongs to the arcanist-the theory of civilization dedication.

Arcanists regard their own candles as weak and dim, but they are enough to illuminate the path of humans in the dark forest. They use themselves as fuel to prevent 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 a torch in all directions

This is the words of Master Zerak engraved on the school gate when the Royal Arcane College of Higher Education in Cusco was completed. It is also the oath of all arcane freshmen enrolling. When they enter this gate, their lives will be shortened to less than two. ten years.

This is the arcanist, a short-lived and engraved group to outsiders, but the flames in their hearts are little known.

"Hello, Teacher Culin."

Under the tree-lined avenue, a middle-aged man in an indigo-blue gown walked forward quickly. The students around him in light-cyan gowns paid tribute to him, but he just nodded coldly.

By the way, the trees around these areas are distorted and unnatural. The residents around often claim that this is a kind of pollution, but the arcanists know that this is just some students practicing with the trees, although the school has been It is forbidden to do so.

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.

Passing through the campuses of the Department of Chemistry and Physics, the 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. Greenus."

Although her tone was indifferent, the young lady at the reception desk at the door seemed to have taken it off. She smiled and rang the electric bell on the table, and raised her finger to the door next to her.

"Please, Mr. Culling."

The middle-aged arcanist followed the spiral staircase all the way up to a thick mahogany door and knocked lightly.

"Come in, Comrade Kulin."

Pushing the door and entering, there is a spacious office in front of you. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows let sunlight fill the room. On both sides are full of bookshelves. There are some exquisite crafts in the cupboard, and the center is a huge desk.

Behind the desk was a smiling, slightly fat old man. His gray hair was neatly combed to the back. He was wearing an indigo gown with long purple shoulder pads on the left and right. This is the exclusive honor of the Royal Arcanist.

Glinus Le Bizon, the current dean of the Royal Arcane Academy of Cusco, comes from the Le Bizon family, a famous wizarding family in the Benedict Empire. He is now thirty-five years old and looks almost sixty years old.

"Comrade Greenus, there is a new message from the Snow Cliff Observatory. Team No. 7 has completely lost contact and has a high probability of being destroyed."

The words of the middle-aged man made Greenus frown, which made him look older.

"Are the locations of the seven subjects determined."

"I'm sure, but just like before, they have gathered more and more of the same kind. Unless a considerable number of regular troops are used, I personally don't like any action."

Greenus walked to the window with his hands behind his back, from where he could overlook the entire college.

"Then what is the opinion voted by the Xueya Observatory team."

"Pause action."

After a long silence, the old arcane master turned around and said regretfully:

"Let's do this first, let them write a summary report, and discuss this in the committee a week later to decide the next work plan and plan."

"Yes."

Just as the middle-aged man was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly remembered something, stopped, and Greenus looked at him randomly and suspiciously.

"Is there anything else?"

"Comrade Greenus, it seems that some blood worshipers have sneaked into the capital recently. Is the security department going to send more staff?"

"I have also heard that those madmen do everything. For the safety of teachers and students, I have applied to the emperor to assign a team of secret guards to help protect the campus."

"Then it's okay, goodbye."

When the door was closed again, Greenus sat back on the chair and took out his beloved pipe. With a puff of smoke, there was a strange fragrance in the room.

"It's a pity, why are they so special."

Just as he stared at the air with confused eyes, the huge desk suddenly trembled, and then a hole was opened on the desk, and a light blue crystal lingering mysterious light floated out of it.

"Because they are probably not the life of this world."

The crystal made such a sound.

Greenus nodded, and his thoughts gradually drifted to that far away place, a terrifying and desolate land full of gravel and rocks...

When Guk stretched out his hand and bucked his teeth for steel, the guy was quite unhappy, and told him that he didn't have steel in his hand. It wasn't until Guk personally went to his den and pulled out a few heavy steel ingots from under his sleeping place, that he reluctantly handed over most of it, and even the idea was also arched out.

Guk handed the collected rare metals to Aghem and asked him to build at least fifteen more trebuchets. This was not an excessive request.

After more than 30 days, there was finally news from the underground that the Volute Skug stopped moving forward. Of course, it was not because it was dead, but because it started to move upwards. Sock and the others found the target!

"That's it!"

Looking up in the direction of Suok’s fingers, Gu Ke saw the gray-brown rock, which he recognized as a hard rock mass.

"It seems very thick."

The fellow Aluba tilted his head and underestimated in a low voice.

"I know."

Guck glared at him and asked him to shut his mouth obediently, and Guke became uncontrollably irritable, and things were far more difficult than he thought.

"Head! I have a way."

Sock jumped up.

"Say."

"We used to bake hard stones before, and then splash them with cold water, and the stones would crack!"

"This is real!"

Guk grabbed this guy from the ground excitedly.

"Yes, yes boss!"

"Then show me now!"

"Yes!"

The farts got busy quickly, some of them fetched fuel-Skug oil wax, and some made a pile of stones.

The fire was quickly ignited, and Sock tricked a few blowers from Uniear, and the farts took turns blowing the fire at the fire. In order to keep the flames against the rock wall, they also put the rocks in a semi-arc shape.

Guk sits on the rock and drank, making a big splash.

This process continued for a long time, until the rock began to make a faint cracking sound, and Thok hurriedly let the farts get the cold water up.

As the distance "sizzled", strong white smoke filled the surrounding space. Gu Ke put down the wine and took a closer look. The original gray-brown rock mass was smoked black and cracks covered the surface.

"I'm here."

Guk spat on the palm of his hand, grabbed a pickaxe, and slapped hard at the rock.

Wow~~!

In an instant, the seemingly hard rock would disintegrate like rotten wood, and the flying gravel would smash the fart spirits around him into a whine.

"This is a good way!"

With this special method and terrifying power, Guk's chisel almost cut away nearly half a meter of rock mass. Although the pickaxe was basically destroyed, the effect was indeed good.

"You go on, I ask the White Helmet kid to come and help you! When you can almost hear the sound above, stop."

Things have turned around, and Guk's mood has also become happy. After he arranged the manpower, he walked to the lower floor alone with the dragon's teeth to carry out a certain entertainment project he particularly liked recently.

Slaughter those **** big bugs.