After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

    The first move was Nicholas Cavendish.

    He clenched the wand that his father had carefully crafted according to his element affinity attribute, which could channel his mana output as quickly as possible.

      when it suddenly exploded.

    The seemingly innocuous fire snake instantly exploded into countless burning bright fires, splashing out with fiery high temperature.

    Cyril was particularly vigilant when Nicholas Cavendish made a move, and when he saw the fire snake at the tip of the other's wand, he immediately began to use the "Water Curtain Charm" .

      Fire attack.

    Countless bright orange-red fires splashed on the water curtain.

    The two magic spells collided, creating tiny ripples at the point of impact.

    The weaker spell was impacted, the magic element was unstable, and the spell disintegrated on its own.

    Therefore, countless dazzling fire points were annihilated in the quiet and silent clear water curtain.

    This "water curtain spell" was seen by Cyril in an ancient wizard's travel journal on the second floor of the college library.

    This dilapidated travel journal is very inconspicuous. He accidentally knocked it off when he was picking up other books, so he picked it up and flipped through it at will.

    However, when reading the title page of this travelogue, Cyril felt that the tone of this narrative was particularly familiar!

    The tone is very similar to the "Strange Creatures Cookbook" that was an enlightening book for him in the wizarding world!

    Therefore, Cyril carefully read this travelogue from beginning to end.

    This "water curtain spell" is a spell originally created by the author of the travel journal.

    Judging from the introduction written by the author in the travel journal, he himself is very proud of it.

    Cyril originally thought it was a joke that the author kept saying "the 'water curtain' is as strong as a thousand-year-old king's shell", but now it seems that the effect of this spell is unexpectedly good .

    Therefore, Cyril recalled that the author later added to the improvement of this spell, which was to add and transform one of the magical runes.

    When he redrawn the improved version of the magic rune, the water curtain spell changed from a single-sided flat water curtain to a cylindrical shape.

    A curtain of clear water surrounds Cyril.

    Nicholas Cavendish saw that his first blow had no attack effect, so he could not help but pull his face down.

    He wanted to catch Cyril by surprise, but he didn't expect his attack to be resolved so easily by the opponent.

    Nicholas Cavendish pursed his lips, and immediately launched another series of spells, which became more and more aggressive.

    The tip of his wand emitted a black light.

     Before Cyril could see clearly, he found that several sharp knives hit the water curtain from all directions.

    However, this water curtain is like a diamond cover, invulnerable!

    Cyril was surprised and curious at the same time, he wanted to see where the limit of this water curtain spell was.

    As a result, Cyril did not intend to attack Nicholas Cavendish, but only maintained his magical transmission of the water curtain spell.

    In this case, the style of the center of the arena becomes a little bit wrong.

    No matter whether Nicholas Cavendish was flooded, burned, struck by lightning, or frozen, he could not break the water curtain.

    He used all the attacking spells he could use.

    The spell casting method is extremely standard, the spell rhythm is very accurate, and there is no mistake, which can be regarded as a teaching model.

    However, Cyril was still calm and motionless in the "Water Curtain Spell" card protective cover.

    So this is the use of magic to defeat magic? !

    Cyril couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

    He watched Nicholas Cavendish's cheeks pale due to the huge loss of magic power due to his crazy output, and he couldn't even maintain the arrogant look on his face.

    As for the vibrant flush on the other's neck, Cyril felt a little guilty and suspected that it might be out of anger.

    He glanced at Nicholas Cavendish apologetically. He really did not expect the effect of this "water curtain" to be so magical.

    He was just curious, what kind of wickedness could he have!

    This is outrageous!

    Nicholas Cavendish had never suffered such a blow, and his wand was shaking slightly.

    Damn!

    If it weren't for the harsh tutoring of the past sixteen years, Nicholas Cavendish would have wanted to spit the fragrance like crazy.

    The other party didn't even release a single attacking spell, and let himself fall into this embarrassing situation.

    Said Cyril Lawrence was not intentional? !

    Who will believe!

    Cyril saw that Nicholas Cavendish was about to turn into a pufferfish in the next second, and he was about to lose his strength, so he hurriedly removed the water curtain to show his friendship.

    He hasn't got the Wu Jing in this game yet, so it's not good for the gold master to run away in anger.

    He's about to pull out his trump card.

    Nicholas Cavendish stinked, frowned, his upper and lower lips touched quickly, and whispered a spell in his mouth.

    Cyril raised his eyebrows slightly, and released some simple magic spell attacks deliberately and painlessly, allowing the opponent to sing the spell while flexibly avoiding.

    In general, the longer the spell is chanted, the more special the effect will be.

    Cyril was a little curious now what Nicholas Cavendish would use against him.

    The next moment, Cyril saw three ferocious snow wolves appearing in the center of the arena.

    Nicholas Cavendish looked even paler due to the overdraft of magic power, looking like a poor little man who had not eaten enough for a few days.

    "It's Summoning!"

    Addison Morgan's glasses reflected a bright light in the sidewalk auditorium, holding a pen in his hand to record quickly in a notebook.

    He murmured in a low voice: "I didn't expect Nicholas Cavendish to have mastered the primary summoning technique, which is something that the wizard apprentice can only learn from the paid course next year..."

    "Nicholas Cavendish was a student accepted by Professor Lytton Victor."

    Jenny heard Addison Morgan's question and explained.

    Professor Leighton Victor is a wizard who teaches conjuration at Snowburg Academy of Wizards.

    "You calculated it by witchcraft?"

    The pen in Addison Morgan's hand paused, he pushed his glasses, and asked calmly.

    He knew that Jenny Webb was accepted as a student by Joanna Prodict, a professor of witchcraft and divination.

    But if it is only calculated by the other party, this information is not reliable... A rigorous wizard apprentice will not easily trust the conclusion of a novice divination wizard!

    "No."

    Jenny rolled her eyes and smiled, as if guessing what Addison Morgan was thinking.

    "This is gossip I heard from my tutor, Professor Lytton Victor, a friend of Nicholas Cavendish's father."

    She shrugged.

    "So it is."

    Addison Morgan said dryly, turning his gaze back to the center of the arena to hide a trace of unnaturalness.

    In the middle of the arena, the faces of those snow wolves who suddenly appeared were a little dazed.

    However, they soon seemed to have received some kind of order, and they rushed towards Cyril with grinning teeth.

    The ferocious snow wolf that came running did not panic Cyril.

    For a while, the famous aphorism that "running in both directions makes sense" suddenly flashed in his mind.

    So Cyril also quickly summoned his skeleton soldiers.

    You can't lose the momentum.

    Five tall white skeleton soldiers suddenly stood in front of Cyril, and this tall human wall had an unusual deterrent effect.

    Looking at Nicholas Cavendish's tearful expression, Cyril felt that what he summoned was not an ordinary undead, but some tear gas.

    "Necromancer!?"

    The old wizards and apprentices sitting in the auditorium of the arena looked at each other.

    Since the academy does not offer paid courses on undead magic, not many apprentices are willing to explore this too difficult and unpopular sorcery by themselves.

    Although they all know that the most powerful dean of the academy, Brian, is the famous undead wizard, but who told him not to start classes.

    "It seems...he is the S-level wizard apprentice who was accepted as a student by Dean Bryan in this new class of wizard apprentices - Cyril Lawrence, I have heard his name for a long time."

    The wizard apprentice in the pointy wizard hat muttered.

    He fixedly glanced at Cyril in the arena.

    I didn't expect this little boy who looked too delicate and beautiful to be the S-class wizard apprentice.

    "Only five skeleton soldiers."

    The wizard apprentice wearing strange hexagram glasses beside him said lightly, as if to comfort himself.

    He then added stiffly:

    "He's nothing compared to Chief Scott's S-Class."

    Mentioning Chief Scott, the two wizard apprentices fell into the memory of being beaten by the chief of the academy for a while.

    That painful experience has turned into an indelible shadow in their hearts.

    The two looked at each other, closed their mouths and stopped talking, looking a bit autistic.

    Five tall skeleton soldiers rushed towards the snow wolf under Cyril's gesture.

    In their hands, they also held swords and shields that were also made of eerie bones, and the bright blue soul fire in their hollow eye sockets shone with fierce fighting intent.

    This two-way run ended in the fiasco of Snow Wolf.

    After all, in the face of skeleton soldiers, their claws and teeth are useless.

    It's useless if you can't hit it, you can't bite, and it's useless.

    After many unsuccessful efforts, the wolf life of the three snow wolves appeared a little confused.

    Nicholas Cavendish was also depleted of magic power and was not able to continue to support the summoning technique, so the snow wolves suddenly disappeared from the center of the arena and retired.

    Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, after all, maintaining the summoning of the undead was also a great challenge to his magic.

    So he was busy cutting off contact with the skeleton soldiers.

    However, although these skeleton soldiers who were once trained by Mr. Scott are all good, there is a bystander who looks elegant and polite, but the opponent looks very mocking, even fisted hard Habit.

    At this point, they realized that the battle was over, they put their right hands across their chests and their left hands behind their backs, and bowed to the audience in the arena, gracefully as if completed A gorgeous performance.

    Then the five skeleton soldiers disappeared.

    This skeleton soldier is in the style of Chief Scott…

    The two old wizard apprentices looked at each other without saying a word.

    I can't say it's irrelevant, I can only say it's exactly the same!

      The special chief is covering the person.

    At least no daring wizard apprentice at Snowburg Academy would dare to attack Cyril Lawrence.

    Cyril felt that Nicholas Cavendish's expression on the opposite side looked like he couldn't believe that the curtain call was not intentional.

    He hurried forward, thinking about how to ask the other party for the promised reward, and hurriedly used his brain to find a way to retain this big witch crystal.

    Cyril blinked innocently.

    I hope Nicholas Cavendish will be stronger in heart and not be easily defeated by the difficulties in front of him, but continue to pursue excellence and challenge!

    The author has something to say: Cyril: I'm just curious, what kind of evil can I have!