The Primordial Wizard

When Werther woke up, he found himself lying in the warm cotton wool quilt. He let out a heavy cough, and he slowly opened his eyes enduring his headache.

In the dark room, Werther recalled the spell model structure of the secondary light spell, and slowly outlined the spell model of the light spell with mental power.

A soft ball of light appeared, and with the help of the magic light, Werther could see the surrounding things clearly.

A simple bedroom with a bed, desk, chair, and sink. Werther stood up barefoot and stepped on the wooden floor, unexpectedly warm.

The walls and ceiling are made of wood, with mysterious patterns and faint magical reactions on them.

Is this a magic ship?

At this time, Werther saw a pair of new boots beside the chair, a brand new magic robe and hexagram badge on the desk, as well as his own magic book, the little conch and the head of Lady Turtledove.

With a hint of a smile on his face, he cast a secondary spell on Ms. Turtledove's head to keep her organs fresh, put on a new magic robe, put on warm calfskin boots, pinned the six-pointed star badge on his body, put away his things, pushed the door and walked out room.

The arc-shaped corridor has doors on both sides, and on the ceiling of the corridor is a small controllable light ball three meters apart.

boom!

A chubby wooden figure jumped out from the floor, bowed a little funny and said, Mr. Witt, I am the wooden crew member of No. 330 on the magic ship Qiuzhi. Welcome to the magic ship Qiuzhi.

Werther looked at the chubby wooden man who reached his knees, and said with a sad smile on his ashen face, Do you know who saved me?

No. 330 turned around and said happily: I know, I know! It's the great fire spreader, and the lord ordered me to take Mr. Werther to the restaurant for dinner first, and then go to him.

Werther smiled reluctantly and said: Then follow the arrangement of Lord Flame Spreader, please trouble Mr. No. 330 to lead the way.

You actually called No. 330 Mr., and No. 330 felt terrified and excited! No. 330 will take Mr. Werther to the restaurant. As soon as the words fell, No. 330 grabbed Werther's trousers and dragged him along the corridor.

Werther has heard of this kind of life, a life with a certain amount of wisdom created through activation spells and enlightenment spells, but this kind of enlightenment has great limitations, they can only be executed, and lack flexibility and creativity.

Dead objects can be activated and gain life. I wonder if it is possible to resurrect Misha and Mr. Turtledove?

Werther murmured.

He followed No. 330 to the restaurant on the second floor of the magic ship. The entire second floor is more than five meters high. Hundreds of controllable light spheres exude soft light. Nearly two hundred wizard apprentices are having fun, enjoying the feast happily. .

Werther looked at this group of wizard apprentices who were relaxed and calm, with envious eyes.

It would be great if I, Misha, and Mr. Turtledove could all survive on the magic ship.

after eating,

Under the leadership of No. 330, Werther met the legendary fire passer, the chairman of the Magic Council, and the only official wizard Ace.

Respected Lord Ace, the fire bearer, you are the pioneer of the magic road, the only light in the long night, the guide of all wizards, and the senior wizard apprentice Werther salutes you!

After eating, Werther, whose complexion was still ashen, bowed and said, the hexagram badge on his chest flashed.

Witt, I have already learned about your situation through the Milne Branch. I am sorry for what happened to Misha and Rita. When we investigated the facts, Misha was already dead. I only had time to kill the direct murderer, Gower Uncle Gaosa, perhaps because I was too angry, I attacked the correctional center and was chased by Karim and fled in embarrassment.

Ace said to Werther with a sad and wry smile on his face.

Is Mr. Turtledove's real name Rita? Werther asked with a gloomy expression.

After Ace nodded, Werther continued: Master Ace, you have tried your best, everything is my own fault, which caused the current situation. If I hadn't fallen in love with Misha, maybe she is still alive. If I will go with Mr. Turtledove, and Mr. Turtledove may live too.

We all feel sorry for them, but Werther, Ace said sternly, it's not your fault, it's the current system that has no way out! We don't want war, we want peace, and we want peace. Live in harmony with the descendants of the gods!

However, they disagree!

The gods have never issued an oracle, forbidding mortals to study the supernatural, and not allowing mortals to achieve the supernatural.

We just want to study the supernatural, we just want to be close to the truth, we don't want to threaten anyone, we respect gods as much, what's wrong with us?

Why do the descendants of the gods slander us as blasphemers! Why punish us?

Ace's demeanor changed from calm to a little angry, and his calm tone was full of anger.

Yes! We are not wrong, what is wrong is the god-born nobles, what is wrong is the system they established, why only they can be extraordinary, why only they can be superior!

We gain strength by our own efforts, we are not wrong!

With a sad face, Werther's inner resentment and unwillingness were aroused, and he roared angrily.

Yes Werther, we are not wrong, and we are not blasphemy, it is the corrupt god-born aristocrats who control the extraordinary power, they are trying to monopolize all channels of ascension, and let mortals quietly be their cows and livestock!

However, we can’t just sink in. We mortals can achieve extraordinary things. Now that we wizards have appeared, it proves that the world allows us to achieve extraordinary things, and the gods do not object to us achieving extraordinary things!

Existence is reasonable, and the god-born nobles are the biggest blasphemers!

You are the only one who has become a high-level wizard apprentice outside the territory of the high tower. You are welcome to join the high tower. Together, we will walk towards the path of truth and overthrow the corrupt rule of the god-born aristocracy!

Werther looked at Ace's outstretched hand, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, he held Ace's hand tightly, and asked: Dear Lord Ace, on the way to the truth, we may resurrect the dead people?

Ace listened to Werther's words and said softly: I can't make any guarantees for things that haven't been discovered. But according to my current research, the dead don't disappear from now on. As long as the true spirit of the dead still exists, they will be found. possible.

He doesn't care about the truth, but he wants revenge, and he wants to visit the lost Misha and Mr. Turtledove.

Ace looked at Werther with complex eyes, and slowly said to Werther who was full of expectations: There is another situation, your body and soul have been corroded by negative energy and painful flames, the situation is very serious, and it may be irreversible.

Ace looked into Werther's eyes, and cruelly stated his possible judgment.

In other words, you will die.

the original wizard

the original wizard