Chapter 52 The Real Test
At the same time, in the teleportation square of Nolen College.
A huge light screen in the sky is showing what is happening inside the limestone world.
The light screen was divided into many split screens, broadcasting the apprentices' actions in real time.
It seems that it can sense people's gazes, and the more attention it attracts, the larger the proportion of the split screen it occupies.
Around the square, a group of dejected wizard apprentices were standing there.
They looked extremely miserable, and many of them even had bloodstains on their bodies. Some even had marks of severed necks or missing arms and legs.
But no matter how miserable the apprentices were, their bodies were now intact.
These people were the unlucky ones who were ambushed and "killed" by the indigenous people before.
In addition to the apparent ability to leave the plane through mental power, the teleportation ring also hides another power: when the user is about to die, the user will be forcibly teleported out of the plane, and a pile of broken artificial bodies will be left in the place as a deception.
This is the true manifestation of the power of the high-level wizard. His escape ability is of an extremely high level, which is completely beyond the reach of the crude spatial confinement cast by Osvaldo in the graystone world.
The apparent ability to disengage is just another test for the wizard's apprentice.
If one chooses to escape when encountering danger, he can retain his results. However, if he falls into a desperate situation due to his arrogance and is forced to activate the forced escape ability, it means that the wizard apprentice is truly eliminated.
Wizards do not discriminate against failure. After all, the learning process of every wizard is a process of continuous failure.
Failure is not terrible for wizards. As long as they can learn something new from failure, it is a gain. Even those who actively admit failure can be considered to have excellent vision in a sense.
What they really look down upon are those who have no self-awareness or cannot clearly see the situation.
The former will only experience some failures, but will eventually get back on their feet after learning lessons, while the latter will not only bring huge losses, but may also harm the interests of others.
From time to time, a ray of light would appear in the center of the square, and a new unlucky person would appear there out of nowhere.
When they first appear, they will be very excited, even full of hostility and vigilance towards their surroundings, but soon, when they see the surrounding environment clearly - the tall square buildings, the depressed faces of other losers, and the light curtain above their heads, they will react.
Afterwards, these new "survivors" blushed and took the initiative to walk to the group of losers next to them.
They knew that they had lost the qualification for the trial.
Buzz...
With the air trembling, the figure of an unlucky guy who had just been forced to withdraw appeared in the square.
He quickly figured out the current situation and walked dejectedly to the group of losers, breathing heavily with lingering fear.
After calming down, he looked up at the light curtain above his head.
To the unfortunate guy's surprise, there were two largest split screens on the screen.
One of them is undoubtedly the brutal "war" between the wizard apprentices and the indigenous coalition forces in the bloody valley.
The scene was extremely cruel, with the light of witchcraft and the torrent of arrows intertwined, and the wizard apprentices were defeated one after another.
But the scene displayed in the other largest split screen is completely different.
What was shown there was a charred and desolate land. There was no fierce battle, only an ordinary-looking lone apprentice walking slowly along the ground.
"What's wrong with this guy? Why is his split screen so big? Could he be the offspring of some high-level wizard, and this live broadcast was specially made for him?" The unlucky guy couldn't help but ask a "senior" next to him who seemed to have been here for a long time.
A strange expression appeared on the senior's originally depressed face.
It was a feeling full of frustration, but also with a hint of anticipation of watching the country folk have fun.
"You'll know if you keep reading." The senior's voice was hoarse with a meaningful tone.
The unlucky guy felt a little puzzled by the other party's gaze, but he still turned his gaze to the split screen of the lone apprentice.
Not long after, on the wasteland where the lone apprentice was walking, a large number of black shadows suddenly emerged in the picture.
It was an indigenous army numbering hundreds and well-equipped. They were originally heading towards the valley and seemed to be follow-up reinforcements.
When they saw the lone apprentice, the soldiers seemed a little surprised, but then they quickly surrounded the apprentice.
The unlucky guy felt a tightness in his heart and worried about the lone apprentice.
An ambush of this scale would require even a genius like Augusta or Horn to give their all to deal with it, right?
The scene he envisioned was that the apprentice would flee in panic, or fight to the death, and eventually be forcibly teleported out.
However, the following scene left him completely stunned.
On the screen, the ordinary-looking young apprentice didn't even stop.
He just waved his hand casually, and then... death came.
The raging flames instantly engulfed the entire army. There was no flash of swords and sabers, no game of wits, just pure, overwhelming outpouring of power!
Hundreds of elite indigenous people with extraordinary powers were reduced to ashes before they could even withstand the flames for a moment.
The entire earth was burned into scorched earth, and flames were raging, as if divine punishment had come.
That's not a battle, that's... a massacre!
One-sided, effortless massacre!
The unlucky guy stared at the screen in amazement, his mouth slightly open, but no sound came out.
He didn't even see how the apprentice did it, as if the space around the figure collapsed and then spewed out hellish flames.
Only then did he come back to his senses and look at the senior next to him with a half-smile in his eyes.
He finally understood why the other person looked so eager to watch the fun, why he felt helpless after having experienced so much, and why he felt so happy to have found someone like him.
"There's a huge difference between people, isn't it?"
The senior patted him on the shoulder, his tone earnest and full of the calmness of someone who had seen through everything, like a dried salted fish.
The unlucky guy wanted to say something. He wanted to ask who that apprentice was, why he was so powerful, and why those natives were like ants in front of him...
But he didn't know what to say. The impact pressed on his chest, almost suffocating him.
At this moment, a faint light appeared in the square, and another unlucky guy in a miserable state was kicked out of the graystone world.
The other person's eyes were confused, with the fear and bewilderment of having just experienced death, exactly the same as himself.
Looking at the other person's reaction after coming out, and the slightly puzzled look at the light curtain at the end.
The apprentice smiled slightly, moved quietly to the other side, and patted the other person's shoulder gently in the same way he was treated just now when the other person looked puzzled.
"You'll know if you keep reading." Feeling the other party's vigilant and questioning gaze, he said softly.
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
