Chapter 410

Nasaras Academy of magic, the largest Academy of magic near King Azshara during the reign of the upper elves, is said to have more than 30% of the arcane masters in the whole upper elves Dynasty 10000 years ago.

Of course, eresaras is also an important city of the upper elves, which is rich in Erudites. However, compared with eresaras, which is located in the remote areas of the FRAs Empire, the nasaras Magic Academy under the rule of the farodir court in assuna has always been very prosperous before the end of the rule of the upper elves.

Moreover, the atmosphere of the school is very good. Even when Queen Isala led the upper class to indulge in the study of magic power and demons, the school did not join in, at least not in the positive.

It is said that there is an artifact hidden in this magic academy, but this is only the rumor of the sober upper class spirits wandering in the desolate ruins of assuna.

In fact, there are stories about these ghosts. Of course, we can talk about them later.

With absolute madness, the ancient assassins entered the college which had been sealed up for 10000 years. After walking through the long and dark stairs, they went deep into the ground. Facing them, a pile of scattered boulders appeared, pressing on the originally exquisitely designed watercourses and fountains, crushing the watercourse full of magical patterns, It's a mess of the destruction of this beautiful building.

Some apparently ghostly high-level mages were walking around. They were still wearing their living mage robes, colorful, and occasionally a dazzling purple.

When the ancient assassins with weapons rushed into the crypt, these "busy" ghosts immediately launched a counterattack.

"It's class time! Get out of here

A tutor in purple robe and dark mage's hat wielded more than half of his decayed staff and hit a mage assassin, breaking his arm apart.

However, the terrible injury did not affect the fighting spirit of these stone creatures. The magic teacher who made the attack was immediately stunned by Tao Ya who appeared behind him, and then was cut down by a throwing axe. These weapons were made in the engine of nalaqsha, with weak Titan energy. They do extremely high damage to negative energy creatures.

After the tutor launched a counterattack, the other magic apprentices also started their own battles. However, it took about 10000 years for these ghosts to have some confusion in their thinking. Their spells made mistakes repeatedly and were defeated by a small number of ancient assassins.

There are also guys who try to escape in various ways when things are not good, but they are all stopped by Tao Yan and DAS. The apprentices of the latter are very miserable. The lightning spear runs through the burst, and the fierce lightning bombards the spirit. Almost no ghost can survive.

However, when the attack is transferred to the tutorial area, it becomes more difficult in vain. The more powerful the mage is, the more sober the spirit will be. In particular, the top arcane masters in the naxaras School of magic are no different from those in their lifetime. They are even more difficult to deal with because of the stronger combination of spirit and magic elements.

After damaging 20 assassins, Darth stops the attack of morgu assassins and makes way for Eragon who hovers in the crypt. When the Star Dragon rushes into the tutor area with a joyful roar, it's a real disaster. Eragon boldly opens the boundary of starlight under the ground, Countless star protectors gush out from the starlight barrier that covers the ground. The shape of these star protectors is very similar to that of arcane elements and water elements, but they use mysterious star energy, which is a very rare energy for the mages of Azeroth.

Strong control and penetration make these star protectors the most effective soldiers in iragon.

However, the astral energy has a bad disadvantage, that is, we are not separated from the enemy. After the astral barrier opens, even Darth and the mageu assassins can not enter it. They can only clean up the rear area to monitor the development of things.

Deep down, the whole building was shaking with explosions. The spirits fought against more and more star protectors with the magic of ice, flame and arcane, and even activated the magic enchantment all over the tutor area. With the burning flames, gloomy ice and rising energy on the ground, they formed the magic wall, Isolate the star protector in the outermost layer.

But it's only temporary, especially after Eragon's serpentine body enters the battlefield,

"Ouch!"

The Star Dragon raised his head and clasped the ghost of a teacher who couldn't dodge with his two forepaws. He tore it apart abruptly in the shrill wailing sound. Once the stability of the spirit was destroyed, it almost immediately fell into the air. The fierce Star Dragon's eyes swept across the battlefield, raised his head, swayed his tail, and spit out the hot and sharp breath of star light, Spray on the flame boundary in front of you and wipe it out bit by bit.

The whole narrow battlefield is full of magic energy from all directions, but the astral creatures' magic resistance is higher than that of the real world, so they can ignore most of the attacks. Only when they are hurt again, they will jump on the attackers, tear them up, or swallow them directly.

Five minutes after the fierce dragon joined the battlefield, the three-tier magic border was broken, but the difficulty of its attack was also increased. In the narrow corridor leading to the headmaster's office and the library, the ghost spirits were as crazy as crazy, and even used the ghost's self explosion to block the attack of the Star Dragon.

Obviously, in the front of the corridor, there is something worthy of their soul protection.

In the deepest headmaster's office, decorated with gorgeous purple ribbons and decaying flowers, on a luxurious purple velvet bench, a sorceress in a white robe with golden ribbons on her cuffs sat there. She did not seem to be distracted by the intense fighting from the outside world. She was playing with a delicate wand of starlight, Visible light and electricity are surging in it.

She wore a dark purple mage's hat. From time to time, her left hand with delicate gloves pressed the mage's hat down to fix it better. The two strands of green hair added a unique temperament to the ghost.

Shua

Flash lights up inside the room, not broken, but difficult distortion, seems to want to squeeze in, 2 seconds later, the white light is broken, a different ghost out of it.

This ghost holds a delicate walking stick in his hand, wears a purple robe on his body, wears an ornament similar to a crow pendant on his chest, and has a small crown on his head. Only the most powerful mage can break through the boundary of stars in Eragon and forcibly enter into the deepest part of nassaras College.

The ghost in front of us belongs to the strongest one.

"Here you are... Farodis."

The Dean sitting behind the table didn't lift her head, but she clenched her magic wand. When the base camp was about to be broken, she showed some unusual calmness.

"Aiya, come with me! The invaders are coming. You can't deal with them! "

The ghost called farodis is very nervous. He strides forward and holds the dean's hand, but he is free. He is stunned for a moment and looks at the green haired elf in front of him. The latter also looks at him and shakes his head,

"I can't give up my college. It's the only obsession that makes me stick to now. Since it's doomed to fail, let me, the president, go back to time with it."

There was a trace of fatigue on the headmaster's face and a smile about to be relieved. She stretched out her hand and her eyes became clear. She touched farodis's face and her tone became light,

"Oh, farodis, my most proud student, I'm sorry. I just think of the past when I'm about to leave. In the past ten thousand years, I think it's all your fault, just like them. Until now, I don't know how great things you've done."

Her tone was as gentle as her movements, which made the ghost reach out and hold her hand again,

"Stop it, aiya, come with me, with the tide stone. They come for it. We don't know if they have anything to do with Isala, but I can't just watch the tide stone fall into their hands."

"Oh, just for the tide stone?"

There was a light smile on the headmistress's face. She gently broke away from her hand, stood up, took farodis's arm, and led him to the secret room at the end of the headmaster's room. She stretched out her magic wand and gently put it on the keyhole of the secret room. The purple light bloomed, revealing the little mystery room. Two ghosts stepped into it, I saw five pieces of ice blue stones scattered around the statue of the God of the moon.

"Gogonas tidal stone... It took Isala nearly a thousand years to break it up and find it back from the ruins of Asuna."

Dean aiya's voice was very soft and delicate, but there was a trace of firmness in it. The cry and cry of the spirit ghost, the roar of Darth, and the clatter of Eragon's body rubbing against the ruins all sounded outside the dean's room. However, she did not panic. Instead, she reached out and picked up two of the five stones and gave them to farodis carefully,

"At our magic level, we can only carry two pieces at the most, otherwise it will affect the release of teleportation. Take them and get out of here, farodis, my students. Don't care about your people's slander on you. They are just distorted by the magic of Isala."

Aiya took farodis's face, gently kissed him on the forehead, and whispered in his ear,

"Never forget that you are the ruler of this land. Don't give up hope... If you are lucky enough to return to nature, I will pray for you there... Go, go! Don't look back. I'm too tired. Let me have a rest. "

"We were born firm and noble, we die peaceful and quiet... Don't leave me alone... Follow me!"

Prince farodis has no tears in his eyes, because the ghost can't shed tears, but his eyes are incomparably tender and nostalgic. He takes aiya lanyue's waist, which is a move he has never made in the past ten thousand years. He doesn't want to let go. Lanyue struggles a few times and finally looks at him helplessly,

"It seems that I need to give you extra homework, farodis."

"I've had a lot of them. I'm used to them."

Prince farodis waved and opened the portal with difficulty. The white light kept beating and finally took shape. He held Ilya to the portal, but at the moment when he was about to approach, a gentle but firm magic burst on his waist and did not cause any damage, but stubbornly pushed him to the portal. He looked back and saw standing there, Dean aiiya, holding the wizard's hat with one hand, smiles at him.

It's quiet and graceful, full of intellectual light, just like the Dean he met when he first entered the Nazareth School of magic tens of thousands of years ago, who always liked to assign extra homework to students, and then looked at their "bad girls" who were in a mess.

"You know, farodis, my students, my... Anyway, I can't leave here, I've tried countless times, don't forget me..."

If aiya could shed tears, she would be full of tears at this time. Farodis held out a hand, but could only watch her turn around and face the intruders who broke into the house. Seeing her face the green thunderdragon five times her size, she heard her last solemn voice,

"I'm aiiya lanyue, the dean of the nasaras School of witchcraft and Wizardry, destroying the order of the school! Damage public property! Hurt the students! Sin is unforgivable! Accept your punishment

"Bang!"

At this moment, the earth of Asuna was shaken, and a huge wave was set off on the sea. The ruins of nasaras students completely collapsed. Under the full attack of aiya lanyue, the most powerful Olympian in the period of aisaras, the whole crypt, even the ruins that have been maintained for thousands of years, began to crack, break and sink.

On another mountain not far away, the white flame is broken, from which the body of farodis appears. He takes off the crown of his head and looks at the land which is sinking and broken. His eyes are full of despair and pain.

However, at this most sad time, another warm voice accompanied by thunder light sounded behind him,

"Prince farodes... What do you have in your hand?"