Twenty Sided Dice

Climbing to a higher place in the magic tower is every student's dream, but it is very troublesome to achieve. The tampered Deng Shen concealed a lot of information, including how to use the points to gain the right to go upstairs.

Everyone only knows that the person who gets the most points in each class may be allowed to go to the second floor, and the person who has the most points remaining every day can also. If you spend 100 points, you can also be allowed to stay on the second floor for a whole day to study. But these are temporary methods, one day at a time.

The information being withheld is how to obtain permanent right of way. As long as you have been to the second floor ten times, and then pay 100 points, you can go to the second floor at any time. As long as this right is obtained, then the third tier only needs twice the points before, not ten times now. The original design is like this, let everyone go up step by step, and only after building a solid foundation can they continue to get the qualification to go up to the next level permanently. If this is not the case, each time you go to a higher level, you have to pay ten times more points than the previous level, and you can only stay for one day temporarily after adding up: no one can afford that price.

Everyone was a little unconvinced, because they had all inquired about the lamp **** and never received relevant information. Even if they said: "Tell me all about the permanent right to go upstairs", Dengjin only answered coldly: "Please explore by yourself". This sentence misleads everyone, they think that what they have done is not enough, so they can only waste their points over and over again.

"Anna, you should have been there more than ten times. Spend 100 points to apply to Deng Shen for a try."

The elf nodded, one hundred points is not too much, she naturally has such reserves. Although her djinn still said "please explore on your own", the service was successfully organized for her. Ana looked at the triangle tattoo on her wrist and knew that she could go to the second floor at any time.

There are pioneers. The half-orc and half-dragon mage also applied for the same qualifications, but the insect mage lacked points because he forcibly dismantled the lamp **** before, so he could only wait for it later. The listening dwarves did not move. Since he clearly rejected Siegel before, he is now embarrassed to do this in front of him.

"Do you want to go to the third floor now?" asked the elf with the most points remaining.

"As long as everyone can slowly gain points, you can accumulate them, and you can always continue to improve." Siegel's words made everyone feel at ease, and there was no tension in the previous tense relationship. There's always a risk in launching attacks on others, and one carelessness can fold yourself in there. It used to be that the only way to survive is to be the last one to be victorious—and that’s true—but there’s no better chance of success than a step-by-step approach.

It is the first step to ease everyone's relationship. On the one hand, Siegel doesn't want to see the mage being misled into cannibalism, and on the other hand, he also has his own considerations. "The good things are over, now let's talk about the bad things. The tampering of the squires is only one aspect, although they are no longer friendly because of this. But they can still work normally. It is not so simple that the rules of the magic tower are tampered with. , it is very likely that everyone's efforts will be wasted, and no one can win. I accept any challenge, I am willing to work hard to overcome all difficulties and obstacles, and eliminate the enemy who is trying to obstruct, provided that the winning prize of this challenge can be paid! I can work hard, I can also accept failure due to my lack of ability, but I can't accept that what should belong to me is taken away! Everyone comes here for different purposes, but I don't think any of them came here to be played!"

The orc mage snorted and said to Siegel: "You are indeed a lord. These words are completely used to arouse fighting spirit. It should be useful for your knights and lords, so don't use it on us. "

Siegel smiled, the sarcasm harmless. It might even bring everyone closer. Only the wheelchair dwarf blushed, and he almost raised his arms and shouted, vowing to fight the unfair situation to the end. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself and looked at Siegel awkwardly.

"Who made the tampering? Who has such great ability?" The question of the half-long mage asked the point.

"It's not just mortals who can come here, the saints are also very interested here. Who can modify it? Who else can be except the gods?" "companion".

"I have an idea, I don't know how you guys think, but I want to share it with you." Siegel said: "The original intention of hiding your identity is to avoid external disputes and enter the Magic Academy. To keep the academic here pure, not It's a mask used to do whatever you want. It's not a self-protection set up because the surrounding is full of harm. I don't know how you got in, because it doesn't help me learn and grow. But I hope everyone is knowing the truth. Afterwards, don't continue to be misled by the lamp god. I'm a mage, and I'm not a saint of the murder **** or a follower of the **** of war, and I don't kill so much*."

"I have seen a world, the world of goblins. They can't communicate because they don't compromise, they only know one way to fight to the end. They don't think it's a dangerous situation, but they are very proud. No one likes it. They, even when they were wiped out, had no mercy - almost no mercy."

Siegle paused for a moment, with a wry smile on his face: "I have learned a lot from that incident, I know that only common goals and interests can unite different people, and relying on one's own wishful thinking is very It’s hard to succeed. Everyone is a mage—or more precisely, people who know how to plan and implement it, so I’m not talking nonsense. What I want to do is to combine everyone’s wisdom and turn this magic academy into a Return it to what it should be, and then everyone will have the opportunity to use their abilities to fight for their own interests. I am willing to fully cooperate with everyone on this premise, and I hope you can join in.”

After saying these words, he reached out and grabbed the Sage's Stone that revolved around his head. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, he put the stone on the table in front of him. "Using this sage's stone can easily consult the library of the magic tower, if you have any doubts, you can use it now."

The orc mage stood up, a flash appeared beside the table, reached out and grabbed the stone of the sage. Everyone was startled and made defensive actions in unison. Only Siegel didn't respond at all, looking at the orc with a smile on his face.

"This is an artifact, an artifact leading to knowledge, don't you feel bad?" The orc let go of his hand and let the Sage's Stone move around his head. "You're right, it's all knowledge, and knowledge is power! The stone is mine, you don't want to take it back."

After speaking, he raised his legs and walked outside, making a huge laugh as he walked. However, with a dwarf's temper, he pressed **** the armrest and bounced a silver-white ball out. Only a few loud clicks were heard, the ball quickly grew larger, the shell opened, and thick mechanical hands and feet protruded from it. It only took a few seconds for a Mithril Golem to appear in front of everyone.

"Leave what's in your hand, it doesn't belong to you." The dwarf slammed the wheelchair and shouted: "The Mithril Golem is immune to all magical effects, and it can hunt you down endlessly, even if you have the ability to kill me. Same thing!"

"Mythril Golem? Good thing, not many things can beat it one-on-one - even a dragon can't guarantee victory." The orc mage looked back at the golem, and there was no nervous expression on his face. "But are you sure this thing can hit me?"

"I'll make sure it can do this, and even if it doesn't, I still have a golem." The gnome pressed a few times on the wheelchair, opening a dark compartment full of grooves from the side panel, and eight more Metal orbs of different colors are placed inside, exuding terrifying power.

The orc mage shook his head and said to the dwarf: "It is convenient to use the power of foreign objects, but it is not the right way. You can try your tall iron lump, and I can dismantle it with my bare hands." He paused. After a while, his eyes moved to Siegel, and then he said: "However, the master of this matter is this young mage. Come on, I will take your sage stone, what do you think?"

"Using the power of foreign objects is convenient, but it is not the right way." Siegel returned the orc's words to him as they were: "A piece of artifact can impress you, I think your vision should not be so short-sighted. You said that knowledge is power, but it's actually 'you' who said it? Power is power, how can it be so complicated for you? Think about it, if it's just you, can you really achieve your goals?"

The orc narrowed his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Others can only understand the first half of the sentence, and the rest of the sentence is like playing a riddle~www.readwn.com~ Siegel walked to the insect mage and put his hand on his shoulder. Several black worms emerged from under the robe and swam up and down the back of Siegel's hand. The bald mage died after being burrowed into the body by the bug, but Siegel didn't seem worried at all.

"This is a magic academy. There may be some role in strategy, but relying on brute force will definitely not go far, even if you have the power of a god. You don't cooperate with mages, not with real mages, you are prepared to be here. Vacation and leisure? Don't come here on a whim, and leave when you're disappointed!"

The orc mage suddenly laughed, then grabbed the sage's stone and threw it back directly. "You really have the vision and are qualified to be the leader. No matter what your ultimate goal is, I want a share!"

"I also promised someone, and he needs to agree to this matter." Siegel patted the insect mage on the shoulder and shook all the black insects from his hands. "Even though this guy left me behind, came here first, and didn't do my job well, I'm willing to keep working together until the goal is achieved—more cautious, less efficient, but still cooperative. You say How is it, Chanem?"

"Yes." The insect mage nodded and said. (To be continued.)