This wizard only wants to take students

As the gray-white airflow quickly merged into the dream rules slate, the line of text that was still a little blurry gradually became clear.

Not long after, a new line of tadpole text appeared at the bottom of the slate text. At first, these tadpole texts showed a strange gray-white color, but soon they turned into a faint golden text, which looked very similar to other normal tadpole texts, but you can vaguely see the gray-white airflow at the connection between these texts and the dream slate.

These gray-white airflows representing the power of "twist" forcefully glued this line of text to the dream slate like glue, and incorporated this line of new rules into the dream rules in a short time, and let the dream rules treat it as "the same kind".

This is a distortion and distortion of the rules, or an invasion and tampering of the dream rules.

Dream rules (fake): It is forbidden to use any extraordinary props!

The invisible rules came and conveyed this new rule to the hearts of all players, including Lucian.

Suddenly, countless fuzzy translucent chains descended, sealing the effects of all the props on all players, including the storage space. The animal skin bag used to wrap [Lula] was also forced to shrink, and directly "spit out" Lula, which had not yet been "enlarged".

Wow——

Lucian had just hurriedly put [Lula], which was only the size of an adult's palm, in his pocket. The wizard's notebook that was just floating in the air beside him was also completely sealed. It was like an ordinary notebook falling to the ground, and the animal skin pages inside were blown by the wind.

"Without that feather pen, what are you going to do?" In his mind, there was a hint of pride in the voice of the goblin priest, who was obviously very satisfied with his method of cutting off the firewood from the bottom of the pot.

"Do you think the rules inside this dream layer can seal the means of a great master?" Lucian chuckled, seemingly unconcerned about the dilemma in front of him.

Without the obstruction of the elemental puppets, Lucian simply approached the sacrificial tower at a relatively steady speed, and carefully observed this creation from the chaotic civilization. Looking at the black and gray lines entangled on the altar tower, he felt a strange sense of both chaos and balance.

These lines formed one pattern after another, some of which looked like tangled balls of thread, and some of which seemed to form some abstract animals, but these patterns could bring a faint sense of threat to Lucian. He had a feeling that if the energy contained in these special patterns were to burst out, the lethality would probably exceed the scope of normal second-level witchcraft, and even some of the relatively complex patterns might reach the level of third-level witchcraft or even higher.

This was the crystallization of wisdom from another top civilization. Lucian felt the touch of this pattern just by looking at it.

If he was given more time to study these special patterns and learn from them, and learn a little bit of fur, he might be able to easily create one or two first-level witchcraft or even second-level witchcraft with special effects.

Unfortunately, the goblin priest hiding in the dark would not give Lucian so much time, after all, he could not permanently distort the dream rules slate. Even for the goblin priest, it was very difficult to forcibly manipulate the "distorted rules" he controlled to tamper with the dream rules slate.

This is like a young man swinging a sledgehammer with some skills. Maybe he can barely swing the sledgehammer with the skills, but the lack of strength will make him lose control of the sledgehammer soon, and even the longer he delays, the more likely he will suffer a strong backlash.

For the goblin priest, the consequences of this backlash are more serious, because what he is trying to tamper with is the core rules inside the dream world, and these rules are specially prepared to "catch" prey like him.

This is like a cunning mouse using the switch on the mousetrap. The longer it is used, the greater the probability of being caught. Once caught, there is only one way out for the goblin priest.

"I'll give you one last chance. Leave your storage ring behind and get out of here!" The goblin priest's voice rang out in Lucian's mind again. At the same time, thirteen groups of gray-white air currents popped out from the inside of the crooked altar tower, quickly forming thirteen creatures of different appearances.

There were beasts that looked like tigers and leopards, cyclops that were over ten meters tall, and super-small individuals that were only the size of a baby's thumb...

These individuals were strong and weak, but they all had a pair of gray-white eyes. They all looked at Lucian, and they were saying the same words when they opened and closed their mouths, "Wizard, don't try to anger and provoke a god!"

Lucian smiled contemptuously.

Because although these mist-made lives looked a bit bluffing, judging from the aura they exuded, their strength was not strong. The most powerful one was close to the level of a second-level wizard. Most of the mist lives were only at the peak of a third-level wizard apprentice or an ordinary first-level wizard. This was not a difficult opponent for Lucian to deal with.

As long as he kills them, nothing can stop him from destroying the altar tower... A trace of bloodlust flashed in Lucian's eyes, and he took a step forward and started sprinting towards the group of mist beings.

But he just took two steps forward when Lucian stopped the car.

Immediately he raised his head and looked into the void, showing a bright smile. Then Lucian stretched out his right hand and raised his middle finger toward the void.

"We almost succeeded." Lucian opened and closed his mouth slightly, and said silently to the goblin priest who was peeping at the scene here. Although he didn't know whether the other party could understand the meaning of his international gesture, but sometimes...the most important thing was to feel happy.

However, Lu Xian was still a little scared at this time, because the goblin priest's attack on him was silent, making him somewhat unprepared.

It was like just now that the Goblin Priest had used the same means to influence his emotions before, distorting and amplifying his desire to win!

If Lucian hadn't been blessed by the law effect at this time, which reduced the influence of this desire to win and only made him a little excited but not impulsive, I'm afraid he would have been entangled with those thirteen mist beings at this time. Maybe something bad for him will happen.

"Let me guess, how long can you maintain this state now? An hour? A quarter of an hour? Or a shorter time?" Lucian stopped in his leisurely pace and straightened his clothes at the same time, "I'm afraid it won't be long. Your breath will be completely exposed. Haha... What will happen to the big fat fish that sneaks into the cage to eat? "

"I admit that you have something, boy." The voice of the goblin priest became calm at this time, and the sullen, irritable, powerless and other emotions just now have disappeared at this time.

As a being who can play with or even manipulate the enemy's emotions, the Goblin Priest will naturally not make some stupid mistakes in terms of emotions. Even to him, emotions are a kind of weapon, whether it is his own or his opponent's emotions.

Wow - those thirteen mist figures just disappeared in an instant, and then condensed into a somewhat blurry short figure. He didn't feel evil, but looked very comfortable and close, like a sunshine. A kind old man blowing the breeze.

However, the old man's special ear structure allowed Lucian to quickly determine his identity, because this was what a goblin priest looked like.

"As you can see, the time I can tamper with the slate is extremely limited, but... I believe that the time I can last is definitely longer than that little guy. Hmm... I can actually see the wizard and the gray mist It’s fun for civilized mages to work together... well, it’s really fun.”

The goblin priest chuckled and clapped his hands gently. Although he did not make any sound, this calmness still made Lu Xian's heart sink slightly.

He subconsciously wanted to go back and check the status of the judge paper figure, but Lucian soon gave up this idea, but forced himself to stay calm and continue the confrontation with the goblin priest.

After all, facing such an opponent who can influence and manipulate emotions, he cannot leave any opportunities for the opponent to take advantage of at the spiritual level.

"I have similar ideas, but it's just a short-term collaboration, there's no conflict."

After sorting out his thoughts, Lucian looked at the goblin priest, only to find that the other person had conjured up a set of tables and chairs. At this time, he was sitting on the chair leisurely, even on the table made of gray-white mist. There was an extra cup of drink that looked a bit like soup.

"Come a little?" The goblin priest chuckled, as if he was not talking to Lucian, but an old friend who had known each other for many years.

While he was minding his own business, he poured an unknown drink for Lucian and quickly made a "chair" for Lucian to sit on. "Since you are very confident and I am also very confident, we might as well sit down and take a good look. , was it the dream rules that caught me first, or the order mage from the Gray Mist Civilization who couldn't hold on first."

When he said this, there was a calm look on the goblin priest's face. He took a sip of the drink in front of him and showed a very intoxicated expression.

"You don't seem to be afraid of death." Lucian did not accept the inexplicable drink. Instead, he carefully looked at the goblin priest, hoping to find out more details about him.

"Death? For me, that means just returning to the embrace of the Mother Goddess. I will continue to live in her divine kingdom and revive in the distant future. This is fate and what I want in my heart." The goblin priest put down his hands. bowl of soup, his eyes were calm, and he even looked a little pious.

"Death is just a destination and a turning point, but it is not the end, nor the only one."

"In front of the Supreme, there is no boundary between life and death. They are just concepts at different stages of life. We praise the Supreme, obey Him, serve Him... and we will eventually receive His gifts and blessings."

Lucian glanced at the goblin priest with extremely clear eyes at this time. If he hadn't understood what the Mother of Chaos was before, he might have been misled by this guy's pious look and thought that the Mother of Chaos was someone. The supreme being that possesses both truth, goodness and beauty.

"Hehehe..." Lucian laughed dryly, feeling that his relationship with the goblin priest seemed a bit strange at this time.

After all, the paper judge over there is fighting to death with the power of rules controlled by the goblin priest, while I am chatting casually with the other party's consciousness...

"Stop talking, otherwise I don't think we can reach an agreement on the Mother Goddess issue." The goblin priest looked at Lucian, his tone seemed very relaxed and confident.

He gently spread his hands and said, "We can seek common ground while reserving differences. After all, I know what the mystic mage wants."

"There's nothing going on now. If you're interested, I can tell you for free. Well... there are some other questions. You can ask me while I'm in a good mood. Haha, there is a god who is willing to answer your questions. This is not a common opportunity.”

The goblin priest showed a kind smile. With the blessing of this smile, his image also looked gentler, without the fierce and ferocious look of ordinary chaotic life.

"I, Abdulresiti de Blackburn, swear to the Mother Goddess of Chaos that everything I tell this wizard next is true. If I violate my oath, I am willing to suffer the 'seven sins' punishment' of the Mother Goddess. "The goblin priest chuckled, but he said the most solemn oath for chaotic life.

Then he looked at Lucian calmly, his dark green eyes seemed to contain encouragement and tolerance. "Young wizard, what do you want to ask? Haha, I forgot to introduce myself, you can call me Mr. Abu. If divided according to the realm of your wizard world, my level of strength is...the fifth level wizard peak, unlimited Close to the level of a sixth-level wizard."

"I think even if you are an outstanding young person in the wizarding world, it would be difficult to meet a fifth-level wizard, right?" Goblin Priest Abu crossed his legs and looked more like he was here to talk and make friends. , not to fight to the death.

"Mr. Abu...you seem to know our wizarding world very well?"

"Well, I met a fifth-level wizard in the World Corridor." Abu smiled, "My strength was not at the level it is now, but that fifth-level wizard left a deep impression on me. , I got a lot of information about the wizarding world."

"You and him...are friends?" Lucian was a little surprised.

"No." Abu smiled strangely, and at the same time stretched out his long and sharp tongue and licked his lips, as if reminiscing, but more like aftertaste. "He tastes good."