I Am Not A Mage Lord

　　The chimney of the burning stove keeps shaking, leaving white powder and some hard bones scattered on the bottom.

　　 Every time the chimney spit out, it was mixed with violent smoke, and under the sound of incomplete combustion, the particles were smoked so that the edge of the wall was completely black.

　　The light of fire reflected on the many apprentices in the research room. The free space on the table top is stacked with bottles and cans of different sizes, and the two large transparent tanks in the center store the bubbling dark green slurry.

　　 The corners of the interior are covered with human skeletons of different ages. They are all firmly nailed to the wooden board, and the blank spaces of the board are filled with notes and marks.

　　 Each layer of the side wall shelf is neatly stacked, enlarged and small in different styles, and contains containers for organs and tissues.

　　 The scene is like a wreck museum, filled with death and fear.

　　 Lynch, who had experienced a journey through once, recovered from the trance very quickly.

He glanced around, calmed his panic, and glanced at the lab coat that was covered with mucus and was corroded into pits. The young hands were also scalded with dozens of blisters by the high-concentration corrosive liquid. They were slender and whitish. None of his fingertips are intact and unscarred.

　　 Human arms, from the skin color to the smoothness of the palms, can see the environment in which a person grew up more than any expensive bag. With his body in front of him, the former owner obviously had a miserable life.

　　 Lynch glanced around again, the corner of the wall was painted with primitive and **** magic charms, the longboard table was messy piled up several magic books, the cover painting of the group of naked people dancing around the campfire, it was creepy.

　　 The kerosene lamp hanging from the ceiling is bright, and cannot dispel most of the shadows in the room.

　　 Is this a real scene in history?

　　 The horror laboratory that ever appeared?

　　 Or is it a taboo research laboratory?

　　 Feel the pungent smell of different tastes on the mucous membrane of the nasal cavity, and then think of all kinds of creepy corpses and tissues.

　　 Lynch suddenly remembered that in the early primitive age of magic, in addition to the infamy of making undead creatures, their research on the human body also had a period of time when the Necromancer was infatuated.

　　 It wasn't until the following associations had strict regulations and established authority, that it became a regular army.

　　 Just like the development of modern medical anatomy and surgery, in the ignorance of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, faced with the lack of corpses, many medical research experts and scholars with a name in the history of medical science have worked part-time as corpse thieves.

　　 But what the old man wants to arrange for him, shouldn't it be the specialization ability of the "prophecy" school?

　　Why is switching now is a fantasy blockbuster necromancer.

　　 Lynch has a sense of absurdity of going on the wrong set.

　　 "You, go and cut the girl's heart open."

　　 The guiding mage shuttled between the long tables, walked up to Lynch, stopped and ordered.

　　 Lynch looked back in surprise, and the other party casually threw a book wrapped in black cloth onto his chest.

　　 "Follow the above steps, if you can't get a live heart this time, I will use you as the experimental material!"

　　 "Remember?"

　　 Lynch saw pages of beautifully finished, superbly painted, but bloody, **** works from the cracks between the opened pages. At the same time, the expressions of everyone in the illustrations were extremely terrifying and hideous.

　　 He couldn't help turning upside down to look at the cover. It was a violently beating heart, like a real shot, like a fluffy peach in the harvest season. The left and right atriums quivered.

　　 is a line of bright red blood at the bottom of the line "Necronomical Anatomy-Only a thousand corpses can make a Necromancer".

　　 This is the same thing as 10,000 shutters to make a photographer.

　　 is not a dream.

　　 There are right and wrong behaviors, but knowledge itself is not right or wrong.

　　 Reason returned to the brain, Lin Qi silently reacted, and couldn't help turning over the pages, silently transcribing it into the memory palace.

　　 When normal people dream or control their dreams, the biggest problem they encounter is that they are limited in their knowledge. Therefore, when many virgin spring dreams achieve the harmony of life, they suddenly stop waking up.

　　 This mysterious illusion has such knowledge so vividly?

　　 "Don't hurry up!" The Necromancer looked at Lynch still looking sluggishly, and couldn't help taking a whip in the air.

　　 The sound of the air bursting violently, the apprentices in the research room accelerated their hands and feet to deal with the organs in their hands, and several of them were sweating and their faces panicked.

　　 Everyone has formed a stress response to this.

　　 Lynch pretends to be intimidated and fell to the ground, gaining a low angle of view, trying to continue to observe more details in the room.

　　 He only noticed that in the corner of the experiment table, there was a young girl with a blindfold and a rag stuffed in her mouth.

　　 She was like a lamb to be slaughtered, her whole body was tightly bound by hemp rope, and she fell to the ground in a dusty head.

　　 But the girl's ears were normal. After hearing the upcoming ending, she kept hitting the ground with her head, trying to struggle.

　　 Under the dim light of the laboratory, the students of Canton University interacted with the skeletons, still indifferently cutting and polishing materials with knives and tweezers, as if they were a craftsman doing artistic clay processing.

　　 Lynch suddenly reacted, and there was a stove burning as if there was no lack of energy. What was burning on the side, couldn't help faintly nauseous.

　　 "After accumulating this contribution point, I can lend you this ring for observation for a day as a reward." The instructor said, his voice low.

　　 There is no need to wave, the ring under the oil lamp is dazzling, and the bright diamond light inside has attracted all Lynch’s attention.

　　 He saw it!

　　 The light in the diamond ring is the holy light of prophecy and the indicator of the future.

　　 The "Prophecy School Specialization" ability is hidden in it.

　　 Feel the illusion similar to the path of the mage, and get the specialization ability of the prophecy school. Lynch's two main purposes of this trip are perfect.

　　 Although players often slaughter villages in the game, and there are not a few NPC families who try to find treasures, most of them have no evil thoughts themselves and regard it as virtual data, like a child pours hot water into an ant's nest.

　　 But in this mysterious environment, everything is extremely realistic.

　　A prop book is reliable, and the source is plastic, as if it is a vivid memory.

　　 Such a strong killer of an unarmed weak woman is a pervert.

　　 Lynch was about to shake his head, when he was about to take the strong ring.

　　 There was a repulsive force from all over his body, as if he was hit by a gas volleyball suddenly, and he felt like his soul was flying away.

　　Timeliness!

　　 His own consciousness was withdrawn at any time, and there was no chance for him to slowly figure it out.

That's too late.

　　 Lynch suddenly stretched out two obvious roads in his mind, leading to different futures.

　　 Choice 1: Obey the interests, kill the girl to take out the heart, and get the ring.

　　 Choice 2: Listen to the heart, deal with the mage in front of you, and get the ring.

　　 This seems to be a prophetic choice, clearly paved two roads in front of him.

　　 As far as he knows, only after the second-level "divination" of prophecy spells can be used to judge the good or bad of a certain next behavior based on the spell, and get good, bad, good and bad, and equal consequences.

　　 Nothing to go out for a divination, as stable as an old dog.

　　 Lynch raised his head and looked at the necromancer's eyes. He had been exposed to the negative energy halo all the year round and his face had been affected, and his neck was covered with spores.

　　 "Go and do it, the sharp blade cuts through the girl's chest. This wonderful taste is still memorable." The Necromancer said hoarsely.

　　 "Woo..." The girl in the corner shuddered more and more to leave, her body constantly twisting.

　　 Lynch couldn't help laughing.

　　 In fact, in the two choices just now, the really cruel answer is that the girl will die anyway.

　　 Unless he jumps out of the third option, only save the girl and give up the ring.

　　 When entering this world, Lynch only brought in his own memory palace and the guardian spirit of the time dragon.

　　 As for the other cloaks of the "Holy Avenger" and "Flying Wings", they can't be brought in.

　　 When the form is stronger than the human being, all of them are needed, and it is very likely that they will not be all.

　　 If you use the "Dragon Power" ability on the bright surface, then under the indiscriminate coverage of the blow, the limp girl will become a burden for him to escape.

　　 Lynch couldn't help but glanced at the necromancer in front of him from start to finish, thinking about the other party's flaws.

　　 Suddenly, his eyes freeze!

　　 The bottom of the necromancer’s robe, where the feet are exposed, and the heel above the shoes

　　 There is only one bare leg bone!

　　 This is probably an undead creature that has transformed most of it.

　　 But Longwei has no effect on undead creatures.

　　 Lynch frowned and then let go.

　　 He stood up slowly.

　　 "Tutor, what is the specialization ability of the Necromancer school?"

　　 "How did you know this?" The Necromancer suddenly shouted angrily.

　　 But looking at the look of the apprentice in front of him, he couldn't help but said, "There are curses that can automatically counter spells, and there are also skeleton servants and undead transformation."

　　 Lynch nodded and analyzed carefully.

　　 "There are two voices arguing in my brain."

　　 "An art that believes that prophecy is about choice. Only by knowing how to give up can you gain."

　　 "An art that believes that prophecy is about harvest, complete intelligence, and ultimate mastery."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The Necromancer finally couldn't help but exclaimed. "If you do this, I will consider lowering your ranking. Do you know that the last apprentice will become the experimental material for everyone, just It's the same as the pig lying in the ground!"

　　 It's just that Lynch is already indifferent.

　　 He smiled politely, "I said this."

　　 "The first aspect, I am trying to figure out the correct magic talisman state for a certain positive energy summoning ritual."

　　 "In the second aspect, I just know that the pro-character seal of the spell system in the nine-character seal is linked to positive energy, and I have the first opportunity to stimulate it."

　　 "The third aspect, in the solution used to seal the organs with rituals, the broken ones are the best ceremonial combustion aids."

　　 "The fourth aspect, for positive energy, the closer the distance, the more obvious the effect."

　　 Lynch's eyes were falling on the necromancer's leg bones.

　　 "Heh, I know the ritual you mentioned. But the premise of its realization is that we stand here for a long time and wait for you to complete all the processes."

　　 "Very good, now you lie down and let me dissect the heart, or should I help you lie down?"

　　 "Mr. Apprentice, the hero saves the United States?"

　　 The Necromancer spoke with mockery and showed murderous intent, and could not tolerate the apprentice in front of him to live for another quarter of an hour.

　　 Lynch was surprised at this.

　　 "Time stops."

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　　 "Are you awake?" The top floor of the library.

　　 Old Huang looked at Lynch who woke up leisurely, showing regret.

　　 It's too early, he has already thought of the result.

　　 "Although my heart is full of expectations for every student who enters. But the world in the helpless classics is cruel."

　　 As he relaxed, he sank deeply into the bench.

　　 "Awakening school specialization ability, only one link and before have the opportunity."

　　 "But the world doesn't know that if the king of wizards personally used it, that lucky guy might get more than two or more specialization abilities of the same faction at a time."

　　 "This Queen Quinn's'Relic Notes' is the only existence in the world that can fulfill this ability for the owner."

　　 Lynch also nodded silently.

　　 "Then have you learned it?" the old man asked indifferently.

　　 "It is impossible for a person to cross two rivers at once."

　　 "For our prophets, the only thing we can do is to abandon the greed of other possibilities and move firmly toward the chosen future."

"As long as your goal is to get the ring, you will pass easily anyway. But if your goal is outside the ring, the necromancer will attract the undead forces outside, and the counterattack will be beyond your imagination. Unless you can use a spell that destroys the world and puts it to an end."

　　 The old man continued to sigh and looked at Lynch with emotion, after all, he was not the one he was waiting for.

　　 "Well, my old man has said enough. Whether you have the ability or not, just go."

　　 "This education is more important than the ability to specialize."

　　 Lynch also sighed heavily, and he looked at the immortal torches on the ceiling.

　　 "The moment these photons actually pass through the window, they have completed all possible paths and traversed all destinies."

　　 Then, Lynch turned and left silently.

　　 The old man looked at Lynch and didn't say much.

　　 He knew that this was another lonely genius who had a high self-esteem and was beaten to nothing.

　　Quin's relic notes is such a monster.

　　 Ordinary people can stably get a specialization from it.

　　 However, the prophecy genius who has been recommended here over the years ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ basically no one can take away any specialization ability of any school.

　　 In the end, he could only look for other high ring prophets, and chose one hastily.

　　 For the only relic that can give more than one ability, it is not an irony.

　　 Finally, the old man looked at Lynch and suddenly shouted.

　　 "I said what I just said, but what His Royal Highness is really going to say."

　　 "Challenge the destiny, and destiny will give him more generosity than anything else."

　　 "We mage, it is precisely to make the impossible possible. This is the justice of the mage."

　　 "Your guess is correct. If you can rescue the little girl, you can get the second school specialization ability."

　　 As for the last sentence, "But at this time, genius like me, after all, there are very few people", it was too hurtful, and the old man did not say it.

　　 The heavy gate was closed so that only a gap was left, Lin Qicai responded slowly.

"I know."

　　 "If you kill the necromancer, you will get the third specialization ability."

　　 The old man was suddenly stunned.

　　 It's just that the gate of the alchemy elevator has been slowly closed, and Lynch's figure has disappeared.

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