Chapter 314: Long-distance Running Champion and Strange Combat Magic Professor

Although Lu Wenwu often compared the current Magic Wizarding Academy with Hogwarts after arriving here, there are actually quite a few differences.

Unlike Hogwarts, which focuses on happy education, the course schedule at Magick Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry is relatively tight.

Perhaps because the students are generally over 20 years old and their mentality is slightly more mature than that of children, there are very few cases of wobbling.

The students who can come here to study cherish their own talents and learning opportunities, and the overall learning atmosphere tends to be inward-looking.

Look, after dinner, the library, study rooms and practice rooms are all packed with people.

There are many people practicing spells, making alchemy, completing homework, exchanging experiences, and even exercising in the physical training ground.

Lu Wenwu was naturally no exception.

Unlike others who were working hard to learn various combat magics, he was more interested in various auxiliary magics, historical biographies, and anecdotes.

After all, the main mission still needs to be completed, even if he decided to relax a little this time.

What's more, he wasn't very interested in combat magic.

It is nothing more than mixing various classic magics in traditional Western fantasy, compressing them into a flashing "light bar" and shooting it out, which creates an effect after hitting the target.

This is not surprising. Even before Lu Wenwu started to systematically study combat magic, he could still judge its operating principles through different attribute fluctuations.

Strange things. Those strange auxiliary magics.

That was something that Lu Wenwu had no idea about and he had no idea how it worked.

Even the book does not mention the underlying logic of how these spells work, but only emphasizes the casting gestures, the wizard's will, the standard tone of chanting, and the improvement of mental strength, magic power, micro-control ability, etc. through repeated practice of spells.

When the low bell rang, Lu Wenwu sighed in distress, closed the book in front of him and put it back to its original place.

Well, it was a fruitless day!

Oh no, I still gained some.

Got a job.

Because he had broken his flying broom during class, when he took Snow to the kitchen to eat, old man Wood wanted to force him to do odd jobs on Sunday afternoon to make up for the school's losses.

When he thought of this, Lu Wenwu felt a little complicated.

On the surface, it was to make up for the school's losses, but in fact, there were some hidden wages for doing odd jobs for old man Wood - such as getting some scraps for free, learning alchemy techniques and so on.

Generally speaking, only outstanding students in higher grades who attend small classes are eligible.

Lu Wenwu knew in his heart that the old man felt sorry for his "tragic life" and wanted to give him some food as a relief.

The overall environment of the previous copy was too bad, this is what it's like to cultivate immortals in the underworld.

If it weren't for the devastating natural disaster of the True Demon Queen, the plot might have ended up being a battle between Lu Wenwu and the demon clan and the good and evil forces.

I met so many kind people this time that I felt a little uncomfortable.

never mind.

Now that things have come to this, let’s go to sleep.

Lu Wenwu used some tricks to strengthen the bed at school, and fell asleep with Maomao.

The next morning.

The novice adaptation period has passed, and the basic physical training class before breakfast at the Magic School of Magic has caused a group of pampered aristocratic students to complain bitterly.

Except for Lu Wenwu and two other civilian students, all the other human students in the class were complaining about their condition.

Getting up requires running three kilometers, and the use of magic assistance is not allowed, which is almost life-threatening for many people.

Since students of special races like Snow did not need to participate, the tall and strong Lu Wenwu once again became the focus among the students.

Um.

Anyone who sees a two-meter-tall guy with a pair of long legs running three kilometers in just ten minutes without blushing, feeling nervous, or even sweating would be shocked.

On the physical training ground, watching Lu Wenwu continue jogging towards the cafeteria, an aristocratic girl couldn't help but complain:

"Oh my God! We are here to learn magic, not to become warriors and knights covered in muscles. Why do we have to endure such torture?"

"Not everyone is like a Tyrannosaurus Rex, with a body that looks human but actually has the physique of a baby dragon! The academy is clearly torturing us!"

Such voices resonated with many new human beings.

Even if they were not lazy and ignorant nobles who lived a life of luxury, the intensity of a three-kilometer exercise was still a bit too high.

Many people began to jog at a walking pace, or complained in low voices, or envied Lu Wenwu's good physique.

At this time, the sweaty and panting Second Prince Zijing tried to appear calm and said, "It's only three kilometers, and you're already scared? You know, starting next month, we'll start running five kilometers every morning!"

"What!? Five kilometers!?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"I'm sure I won't be able to eat every morning!"

“Why would the academy do this?”

“.”

Seeing that everyone's attention was drawn to him, the Second Prince's face suddenly showed a hint of pride and a flush of excitement.

He really enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention and being watched by others.

This made him extremely excited!

Even though he was extremely tired, he still acted as if nothing had happened and said with a serious face:

"You're confused! Do you think a magician just stands there and casts spells?"

"What if you run out of magic power while fighting someone?"

"What if your wand breaks accidentally in the wilderness? Are you going to stand there and wait to die like an ordinary person?"

"The academy is training our physical fitness, making us more sensitive and sturdy, so that we can withstand high-intensity combat without dying unexpectedly!"

"And I heard from my father that training in this most primitive way can better promote the increase of one's total magic power."

"Our magician bodies are truly miraculous. Even with this kind of ordinary running, our magic power grows much faster than those arcane mages who meditate all day long!"

At this point, the Second Prince sighed in a pretentious manner, shook his head, and said in a tone of helplessness and regret: "You guys really don't understand the good intentions of the academy."

Don't say.

Although this guy is jealous of others who get more attention than him and craves the feeling of being the center of attention, the information he has is indeed correct.

Physical training is to improve the physical fitness of magicians.

As we all know, magicians are thin-skinned but big-bodied.

Even a wizard at the level of a mage is only slightly better physically than an ordinary person, but has a longer lifespan and a slower aging rate.

Even with the blessing of his elf physique, Vice President Netel's health bar barely exceeded 200,000.

Ridiculously fragile.

Therefore, in this situation, it is very necessary for mages below the level of Truth to strengthen their bodies in the way ordinary people do.

Or you are having a magic duel with someone, and before ten minutes have passed you tell them that your arms are sore that you can't lift them up, and that you should make an appointment another day. Isn't that inappropriate?

Or maybe you are in the middle of a passionate battle with someone, dodging left and right to avoid the opponent's spells. After jumping for five minutes, you pant and tell the opponent to take a break, drink some water and fight again. This is even more inappropriate, right?

After learning this, the freshmen's complaints suddenly disappeared.

Even if they complained bitterly, they were still secretly complaining in their hearts.

Especially those members of the nobility, each one is more concerned about face than the other.

No one wanted to be surpassed or looked down upon by commoners of lower status than themselves. Everyone worked hard to regroup and take physical training seriously.

Although in the end about three quarters of the people had no appetite for breakfast and were still a little listless during the combat magic class.

But at least the freshmen persisted and did not give up.

This made the professor in charge of the combat course very happy.

"Good, everyone persevered. No one needs extra training."

His sharp golden eyes swept over the twisted and broken soldiers in the class, and finally stopped on Lu Wenwu. He smiled and nodded.

"Especially Mr. Tyrannosaurus, he is exceptionally good."

However, this smile did not last long.

Perhaps after he saw the Fire Dragon Staff, his originally happy smile froze in an instant, and a trace of shock and anger flashed in his eyes.

He stared at Lu Wenwu, and Lu Wenwu was also staring at him.

Unlike other professors who looked a little old or at least middle-aged, the professor in charge of teaching combat magic looked like a young man.

He is a strong young man with blond hair and golden eyes, who looks strangely handsome.

He was wearing an exquisite golden suit, the cuffs and buttons of which were all made of luxurious magic emerald crystal.

In his right hand, he held a wand that looked like it was completely covered with high-purity fine gold and inlaid with several gems. On his feet, he wore a pair of golden leather shoes of an unknown monster.

The sunlight reflected on him so brightly that it was a bit dazzling.

The first time Lu Wenwu saw this person, he felt that this golden thing was definitely not a human being. Humans should not be able to develop such a bizarre aesthetic.

"You can call me Professor Silver Moon."

The young man looked away and introduced himself like this.

He did not introduce his own strength, but instead mentioned another matter.

"If you need help with your physical fitness, you can go to my physical fitness assistant coach, Goodell Rivera, who is a legendary Cavalier and can give you guidance."

"Legendary Knight! He is a great being no less than the Mage of Truth!"

"My God, aren't we a magic academy? We even have a knight professor!"

"How extravagant! A legendary knight is actually here to teach us magicians how to improve our basic physical fitness!"

The classmates were very considerate and immediately started to chatter and discuss. Their originally depressed spirits quickly recovered and they became energetic again.

Seeing that her teaching had achieved its intended effect, Professor Yin Yue withdrew her gaze from Lu Wenwu and said with a smile, "Alright, kids, I think it's time for us to start the class. Let's start with the classification of combat magic."

"Goodell Rivera?"

The Second Prince Zijing muttered to himself, feeling as if he had heard this name somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Snow brushed Lu Wenwu's elbow with his tail, wrote a small note and handed it to him.

"This professor is so strange! He doesn't even mention his own title or strength, and he even calls us kids! The youngest among us is over 20 years old, right? Baiyin and Xiaohuo Miao are at least hundreds of years old!"

Lu Wenwu thought about it and replied, "Not surprising."

He knew that the other person was not human the first time he saw him.

The name Goodell Rivera made him directly confirm Professor Silver Moon's identity - a silver dragon.

He had seen this person in a certain gossip book yesterday. He was a legendary dragon knight who was active eight hundred years ago.

The dragon he contracted with was a silver dragon that was good at magic.

In the Eye of True Vision, Professor Yin Yue's analysis results were clearly revealed.

[Celestial Truth: Silver Moon/Silver Dragon Isidro (S+)]: 2160 0000/2160 0000

【Cultivation】: Middle-aged, Truth Mage, Seventh Ring Arcanist

[Current Status]: Dragon Scale Protection, Dragon Language Magic Protection, Dragon Language Transfiguration, Seriousness, Anger

[Analysis]: Isidro, a mature silver dragon skilled in celestial magic, changed his name to Silver Moon after transforming into a human. He is currently a professor of combat magic at the Magik School of Magic. He was shocked and angry after discovering the Fire Dragon Staff, and is now teaching his students while suppressing his anger.

A silver dragon comes to a human magic academy to be a professor? Interesting.

Lu Wenwu probably knew why the other person's smile suddenly froze.

The magic wands made of dragon bones, dragon scales, and dragon tendons, even if the races are slightly different, the unique aura of the top dragon race is almost the same, and it is easy to identify.

Put yourself in their shoes.

If Lu Wenwu suddenly saw one of his students of a different race using a human bone magic weapon while teaching, Lu Wenwu thought that his anger would probably be even greater than that of the other person.

It must be said that the Silver Dragon is indeed a mild-tempered race. It can suppress such anger and teach the students seriously first.

Lu Wenwu admired this very much.

And he is indeed a very good teacher. The content of his explanation is easy to understand and he provides a lot of evidence and references during the explanation process. He covers everything from element matching, usage to coping experience.

Apart from the extremely cold look he gave Lu Wenwu, everything else was pretty good.

Yin Yue's coldness and Lu Wenwu's own indifference to combat magic made the Second Prince unable to hide his inner excitement.

Ha ha!

It turns out that not all professors like you!

There are always things you are not good at!

He couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips at all, and frantically showed off his magical talent to other classmates, receiving admiration and praise from them.

Lu Wenwu didn't care about it, but just kept trying to deconstruct those magical auxiliary magics.

Even during the practical part, I was a little absent-minded, and almost every time I was the last one to finish.

This made Snow a little worried, and he hurriedly asked Lu Wenwu if he had not eaten enough in the morning.

Yin Yue turned a deaf ear to this and didn't even watch coldly, refusing to give Lu Wenwu any advice.

Soon, as the bell rang, it was time to end the get out of class.

Yin Yue said coldly to Lu Wenwu: "Mr. Tyrannosaurus, please stay for a while after class. The others can leave."

These words immediately made the second prince even more excited, and even a little ecstatic.

Got detention!

Now others will definitely realize who is the best and most worthy of attention in the class!

(End of this chapter)