Chapter 600

"Green, what's going on?"

It turned out that Per Anos and a strange third-level great wizard principal came here in person, followed by a large number of mechanical puppets, guardians of the Double-headed Snake Academy and official wizards, looking like the academy was ready for battle. ⊥

There is still one month to start the ten-year round of recruiting wizard apprentices, which is another confrontation in the Battle of the Academy.

At this moment, any disturbance is enough to affect all the nerves of the Nine-Headed Wrath Wizard Tower. This is the sorrow and helplessness of the weak, and no negligence and mistakes can be tolerated.

Because I can't afford to lose!

"Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack, the last hidden person on the opposite side couldn't bear it any longer and started to attack my young master and officially declared war."

Xiao Ba was very excited, talking excitedly, without any appearance of worrying about Green.

The wizard apprentices left the classroom in an orderly manner under the official wizard arrangement. Green turned around slowly, his eyes under the face of truth revealed a light of thought and said: "No, this is not a direct attack from the illusory world, it is a summoning of someone. The cursed witchcraft of the mysterious power of an imaginary world, the world of words?"

After carefully inspecting the classroom, more than a dozen wizards shook their heads at each other, squinting at Green with suspicious eyes.

Per'Anos waved his hand and forcibly ordered the wizards and academy guardians to back off.

"How sure are you?"

Peranos asked in a low voice.

Green didn't speak. Before he understood the opponent's attack method and thought of a way to crack it, Green had no chance of winning and could only defend passively.

"After all, the other party is a third-level great wizard. You should try not to leave the wizard tower these days. Wait until the college collects enough information before making a plan."

Peel'anos left with a sigh. Except for Green, only two first-level wizards were left in the classroom to assess the loss of the wizard tower and rebuild the wall to make up for the magic circle.

...

In the middle of the night, the magic lamp shines and the shadows flicker.

"The chalk used for writing on the blackboard during the day. No medium was found, and there was no abnormality in the material composition. It was just ordinary chalk."

Frowning, Green moved the finely ground chalk powder on the glass slide away from the microscope.

Xiao Ba flew in from the outside.

"Master, the results have come out. There are a total of fifty-seven wizard apprentices in the classroom during the day. After numerous inspections and reviews, there is nothing abnormal. The problem does not lie with them."

Xiaoba threw a scroll in front of Green with Per Anos' signature on it. This is the review report of fifty-seven wizard apprentices.

"Oh, I see."

Green didn't look at the scroll.

Compared with the other party's weird curse method, Green is most eager to know how the other party obtained his body code. This body code is obviously not flesh and blood, because Green's alienation technique has long been completely immune to this curse method. , and all the substances worn on the body have no signs of the source of the curse infection.

Guilin was a little distressed.

With the improvement of Green's level, Green has been exposed to more advanced curse witchcraft at this time. The strange curse witchcraft developed by these senior wizards with the help of various mysterious powers is obviously not the conventional curse witchcraft that Green has come into contact with. technical knowledge can understand.

"Quack. Master, actually... Xiao Ba has some impressions of the illusory world during the day. That old bastard Antonio discovered this illusory world a long time ago. He even descended there himself."

Green, who was distressed to test the dust on the wall, was startled, and looked at Xiao Ba in disbelief.

"Do you know what world this is?"

"Quack quack quack..."

Xiao Ba smiled triumphantly, and said with two wings embracing: "This is a mysterious and illusory world known to very few ancient wizards. Some people call it the transmission world. Some people call it the screen world, some people call it the text world, and some people call it the text world. Call it the virtual world. The old bastard calls it the media world."

Pass the world? Screen world? Word world? virtual reality? Media world?

Green stared at Xiaoba closely, waiting for its next words, what are the characteristics of this illusory world.

"The old bastard's explanation is probably like this. If you convey your conscious thinking to another person through any means such as words, paintings, crystal ball light curtains, etc., the other person's true understanding will have a certain relationship with the original information exporter. Deviations, these deviations will be automatically compensated by the recipients of the information unconsciously, forming their own thinking and understanding."

As he was talking, Xiaoba deliberately lowered his voice, with a mysterious and depressed expression as if he was telling a ghost story.

"The media world is the illusory and mysterious world of information loss and error in any information transmission method such as text, painting, crystal ball light curtain, etc. It is a chaotic and distorted world that most creatures in the material world will never touch in their lifetime. Nor is it aware of the illusory world that exists."

With Green's wizard wisdom, he naturally imagined such an illusory world.

Among the common people in the wizarding world, there is a word called "rumor". This is a word that emerged from the mouths of some bards, and it has become the most frequently used word when the common people chat after dinner.

The so-called rumors are the words I get when I tell others about the information I get through word of mouth.

However, in this process, each information disseminator tends to add the essence of the original matter to his own understanding and imagination little by little, resulting in the loss of the authenticity of the information, and the final dissemination often forms strange and incredible stories one after another.

Among them, language is the medium of this information transmission, which is also the basis of the existence of the media world.

"and many more!"

Green had a flash of inspiration in a trance, and looked at his trash can with his eyes wide open.

Inside the trash can were pieces of discarded paper, with Green's draft conjectures on the perception of giant black-and-white mosquitoes, and some advanced calculations on the poison-making formula of "Male Poison Refining the Body".

"Get me Chanel!"

Chanel was the wizard apprentice who was in charge of cleaning up Green's room to earn magic stones. She was also the girl of two wizard apprentices, a man and a woman, who Ni Lian had rescued before.

Green finally knew what his stolen life code was, and it turned out to be the text on the waste paper of his draft!

That hidden person is using his own words as a medium to curse and attack himself with the mysterious power of the communication medium world!

This fearsome mystic wizard...

"Quack quack, I'm going right away."

Xiao Ba flapped his wings and flew out. Green looked around at the magic books in the room and the murals on the wall. At this moment, he felt that these things seemed to be looking at him coldly from another world. It was an indescribable feeling. The erroneous energy of media information is overflowing from that illusory world and attacking oneself.

With a dignified expression, Green took a deep breath, and the magic wand with horned skull in his right hand "cracked and crackled" with a burst of thunder, and the light from several magic lamps twisted and was sucked into the black arc.

Green's left hand slowly took out a book.

This is exactly what Green spent nearly three hundred years writing the beginning of the "Book of Truth"!

The entrance to the forgotten world pursued by "The Book of Truth" should be in the deepest part of the media world, the most primitive lost memory that overlaps with wrong information.