Super Dimensional Wizard

“Perhaps it was caused because the nightmare stone on the ship below has a homologous induction, and the frequency of the spatial fluctuation is of a similar nature, accidentally resonating with the nightmare realm?” Sanders said.

A coincidence with such extremely small odds has also previously occurred in history. If there is overlap potential between planes that has not been developed by force, it can only be classified as a mere coincidence.

Sanders, who had been a little excited initially, became less enthusiastic. If he happens to find a fixed entrance to the nightmare world, why would he have to go through the trouble of searching around for Gloria. Sanders has lived for hundreds of years, and after straightening out his mood, he quickly ignored the sudden nightmare breath.

Flora did not answer or ask any questions when she saw Sanders thinking. As the student who has stayed with Sanders the longest, Flora naturally understands Sanders very well. No one can get an answer from him if he doesn’t want to say decide so himself.

At the same moment, a black feathered owl suddenly flew out from inside a tent, hovered for about two minutes and dove down to land on Flora’s shoulder. A wave of light visible to the naked eye came out from the owl’s mouth, as Flora analyzed the message in the ripples, she suddenly made a smile that appeared in the corner of her mouth.

“Mentor, Aisha tells me that the bloody fight in the fourth room is over, and the winner was Baruba.” Aisha is the black feathered owl and Flora’s favorite alchemical pet.

“Oh?” Sanders casually took a look at the southwest tent, his eyes flashed with inexplicable magic waves, and in his view, the distant picture is seen before him.

The fourth room is a huge enclosed quadrangular stone room.

At this time, a bald teenager with dark brown almost black skin stood on top of a mountain of corpses staring down at the human bodies piled up high, glowing red eyes, and an ancient blue glowing totem marking starting to slowly spread across his majestic body…

Like other wizards, Sanders ‘wizard’ organization, is called the Savage Grottoes, naturally they draw talented apprentices to their organization as the sea waters thaw. However, their vetting process is not as gentle as on the Bohemia.

All talented individuals will be proportionately allocated to the various rooms for bloody battles, and the people who eventually survive are the elite of the elites. Only those who have experienced these bloody battles can go on to become new apprentices of the Savage Grottoes.

The bald boy in the fourth room was the sole survivor of that room.

Sanders smiled gently and elegantly, and with a meaningful look in his eyes: “Oh, I didn’t expect a hybrid of human-barbarian to be the winner in the end.”

“Heh, unfortunately, he is not really a complete human of this world. Without the corresponding strength, the will of the world will expel him sooner or later, or exile him to another plane. ” Flora also used her vision spell to look at the man who was still panting on top of the sea of blood. “Mentor, do you have any plans for this him? ”

“The magic of wizards, the search of truth, the pursuit of the ultimate universal power, and the use of knowledge to pry open the veil that control the universe, such great abilities is incomparable and the least capable of wielding such abilities are ones from alien worlds. Because of the rules in the wizard plane, magic is common to all walks of life. Alien life forms have coveted this fact for a long time. ” Sanders mused for a moment: “Although he identities as a human, his background below the surface is clearly a mixture of human and barbarian race, but we can’t rule out the possibility he has inherited some great power from his blood if nothing interferes, and the possibility of him being a spy is quite low, but not at the point where it can be ignored.”

“When you get back, first observe him for a period of time. If there is any suspicious movement, just kill him. If he is harmless. ” Sanders gently pulled the corners of his mouth: “Let him practice a branch of blood magic, and after he fuses a bloodline, turn him into a puppet servant.”

Whether he has the possibility of becoming a spy or not, he is doomed by a greater power to have no good ending, who let him receive half of his blood from a strange life form?

In the eyes of wizards, the alien life forms that break into the Wizard’s world without going through the formal channels either become a slave, an experimental test subject, or turn into bones and fertilize the soil. The first two are the means by wizards. The last one, however, is from a greater power, the will of the world.

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“The winners from the other eight rooms have also appeared, and if the one in room 4 is excluded, there are only eight talents we have recruited for the Savage Grottoes this year.” Flora falsely sighed. “Oh, not even ten figures. When I get back, I’m sure dissidents will speak out against me again, or maybe they’ll propose abolishing the old admission tradition of running the death rooms.”

Sanders smiled and said, “Don’t worry about what they think, they actually know that if we were like the Bohemia, the Savage Grottoes would not be in the top ten of the South. Only by going through bloody trials can we truly understand the real rules that govern the Wizard’s world. ”

Flora wrinkled her face. “Oh, forget it. Let’s not talk about it. Mentor, when you find Barbie’s restaurant, you might as well kidnap Gloria directly, or you’ll have to come to her every time you want to locate the coordinates of the nightmare realm. I’m already tired to death of this! ”

Sanders shook his head and laughed. Although Gloria is powerful, and has created all kinds of strange spells. If he does attempt to kidnap her, he may be able to win, but it would be impossible to take her alive.

“Alas, if I had not fortunately entered the nightmare realm in my early years and enclosed a semi-passage to the nightmare realm in my body, how could I reach my present height?” Sanders silently believed in the bottom of his heart.

…….

It was another hazy night, and there was a strong gale blowing outside, the rainstorm, like a continuous water curtain, showered with no sign of stopping. The sea danced with the wind, and a huge wave made the Bohemia rock like an out-of-control baby’s cradle, swinging erratically back and forth.

Angel stayed up all night, trying to stay balanced in the room until the next day when it was calm and sunny.

Angel with tired limbs, fell strongly back into the bed, with the feeling of weightlessness rushing to his brain, he fell into a deep slumber.

This deep sleep, led him to wake directly at the middle of the month.

When Angel got up, he was choked a bit by the pendant hanging from his chest. The pendant was tugging over his shirt, the transparent oval crystal was placed within a metal mesh.

“Heavenly Eye.” Angel looked at it silently, suddenly thinking of his home thousands of miles away, of his brother, and of his mentor Jon.

By the way, he’s been away from home for almost five months. He has not yet arrived at Big 6, where the wizards are situated, and he does not know if he will be able to get home by the deadline in five years’ time.

With a sigh, Angel stopped thinking about what was bothering him. Hanging the loose pendant back under his shirt, closer to his chest, since the glass bead arrived with Mentor Jon when he came to this world, perhaps there are other mysteries, Angel naturally also had to take good care of it.

After getting up, Angel continued to live by moving forward step by step, eating, solving problems and sleeping.

Three o’clock PM.

Another week passed, and Angel incidentally looked at the mercury mirror hanging on the door as he passed the restaurant.

In the mirror, Angel’s appearance has changed a lot, from a noble son, who was rich and handsome, to someone a little darker now. His eyelids were drooping, the dark circles around his eyes, his lips were gray and chapped, and his face was pale with a bleak expression.

In a short period of time, the immense pressure forced him into this fatigued state.

He forgot when the last time he laughed was.

Angel cleaned his face in the basin, his face submerged in the water, wanting to keep his thoughts quiet with and cool. Under the pressure of the five year deadline, he forgot his original habits, and even the etiquette engraved into his bones was crushed to powder.

His mind is stretched now, but he doesn’t want to change his current state. At the very least. He does not intend to relax his nerves until he solves the problems left by his mentor.

Moreover, on the Bohemia, there was no recreational facilities, while other talents can practice meditation. What else can he do besides solving problems?