The barrage said, I am the final villain in the game

Chapter 95 Squeeze. Squeeze it.
"maybe"

Morris responded perfunctorily.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly froze when he looked at the projection, and he asked, "This year, when you set the rules for scoring points, didn't you ask them not to form a team?"

"Snatch points?" Davis responded doubtfully. "This is really not true, because we don't have any rules to snatch points at all."

"We discussed it a little this year. Compared with warriors, magicians do not need to rush to the front of the battlefield, so it is completely possible to adjust the competitiveness to be weaker. Anyway, after that, a large part of the people who feel that the competitiveness is weak are very large. I will accept the invitation of the freshmen of the warrior department to take the mid-term exam of the warrior department. Compete or something, just let the warriors teach them."

Quite a bit.
"Then here comes the question." Morris pointed to the image above. "Can you explain to me, what's going on?"

Davis was stunned for a moment, and looked up in the direction of his fingers.

There, three or four teenagers were gathering around Lynn, all eager to try.

Davis was stunned.

After repeated confirmation, he said seriously: "There are no rules about looting points, I'm pretty sure of that."

Morris sighed slightly: "They probably didn't write it, so they don't think it means they didn't."

"I don't like to follow the original route. Those little brats who want to go out of their own way are indeed the seeds of magicians." Davis also sighed after him. "It seems that this kid is in trouble."

Trouble?
Mr. Morris murmured in his heart.

Trouble, maybe a little trouble.

Although in his eyes, Lynn's talent and existing strength are the best among his peers, but that is only among his peers.

After all, he was just a freshman, and according to Morris' experience, the maintenance of illusions generally required a huge amount of magic power.As a freshman who had just come into contact with the Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers, the limitation of magic power made it impossible for Lynn to maintain illusion magic for a long time, or use it in front of several people at the same time.

but
Morris always felt.

This kid won't fall down here so easily.

Putting down his thoughts, he carefully observed the projection illusion again.

Above, several of the later teenagers were all smiles, as if complacent because of the superiority of numbers, thinking that they were about to win.

Lynn's face was as flat as ever, and he only muttered a few words.

And after he finished speaking, the faces of the young men suddenly turned gloomy.

The next moment, they took out their staffs, and the glow on it flowed, brewing their own magic.

How will he respond?
Morris thought silently.

Is it to confuse the opponent's sight with illusion; or to use the short gap between them to release the spell to defeat them in advance; or, there are other means?

It's just that Morris thought about many possibilities, but he couldn't think of what happened next.

On the screen, the first thing that was condensed by magic was the fire element in the air.Under the control of the manipulator, those fire elements gather in the sky to form one.A fireball the size of a baby's head then fell vertically.

"Is it just silver-level magic?" Davis was slightly surprised.

Because in his opinion, the first choice of magic for these freshmen will definitely be the highest gold level that he can get in touch with.

"What happened to silver-level magic?" Morris asked back. "The level of knowledge is never the more advanced the better. The level is just to show that it is more difficult to learn and conditions."

"For people themselves, suitable knowledge is the best knowledge, and blindly pursuing high levels is not a good choice."

"Yes, yes." Davis' words were perfunctory.

Apparently, he wasn't very interested in Morris's theory.

He was interested, and perhaps only Maurice would have lost the gold coins to him.

He raised his eyes to look at the magic projection again, just as he was about to say something, he was suddenly stunned, his eyes widening.

"How? How is it possible?!"

The voice that was raised several times showed the shock in Davis' heart at this moment.

On the other hand, Morris, who never took his eyes off the screen, thought he was a bit noisy, but even he had to admit that Davis's slightly exaggerated performance was understandable.

Because in that picture, facing the flying fireball, the young man only slightly raised his bloody hand, and then.

Squeeze the fireball.

Squeezed.
exploded
Up.
This operation made Davis people look stupid.

Isn't he an illusionist?
Is it something that an illusionist can do to catch a fireball with his bare hands?

No, no, it's not just illusionists, it's impossible for any magician to do it or do it! !

The magician's body is inherently weak. If there is no blessing of defensive magic, let alone a duel with the warrior type, even if he is confronted with an adult big cock, he may peck his head and hug his head.

But what has he seen now?
A magician caught someone else's fireball with his bare hands and pinched it for him.

Davis turned his head sharply to look at Morris, who was also in a daze: "Isn't he a student in your class? Isn't he a teacher of the magic department? So why is a student of the magic class fighting like a warrior? And he is not an ordinary warrior, he is a warrior who can slap anyone with magic!"

Morris opened his mouth to explain, but couldn't say a word.

Heck, how does he know why?
What he taught was "Basic Theory of Magic", not "Basics of Magical Cultivation", the ghost knows why he cultivated like this?
After a pause, Morris carefully observed the picture on the magic projection.

Soon, with a good eye, he discovered the abnormality.

"What's in his hand?"

Davis followed his words and noticed the red sheen on Lynn's hand.

"The gauntlet in the armor?" Davis frowned, "Is this the staff he picked from the logistics warehouse. No, if this is his staff, then the big one he's carrying on his back. What is a sword—that thing, I know it."

"Could it be that he brought in other things from the outside world?"

"That's not right!" Davis rejected his own words again, "Before entering the examination room, every student has undergone a very strict inspection. With the ability of a freshman, it is impossible for him to escape the detection of magic detection. ...not even with the help of family members."

"In the end, why is this?"

"It's not a weapon, nor a prop," Morris said suddenly, "that's his summon."

(End of this chapter)