Cataclysmic Transformation

Chapter 86: If you move him, you move me!

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Ron was in the same room as Kidd, Lantry, and Ransim, and Aurora, Karaqi, and Manny were in another room. This night, Ron slept soundly for the first time. Here, there is no The invasion of wind and frost, there is no thrilling chase, let alone live in fear.

The next day, Ron got up on time, went to the dining hall to eat some breakfast, and then walked to the classroom. Today was his first class.

When I came to the classroom, I saw that many students had already arrived, but there were still many seats vacant. Ron unexpectedly saw an acquaintance, Goderich, who smiled and waved Ron to sit beside her. Shaking his head with a smile, he declined, because he and Godelie haven't gotten to know each other that well.

Ron squinted his eyes, and a look of disappointment appeared on Godely's face.

Ron found a seat at random and sat down, only to hear Homelin laughing, "Ron, there are a lot of new geniuses here, except for that Gordelli, there are still soldiers-level professionals at the age of fifteen, Some have even reached the advanced level, and they really deserve to be selected as special recruits."

"Look at that... girl with long blue hair, maybe sixteen years old, she's actually a high-level magician, and she's from the water department."

"That... the boy in the white clothes, the senior swordsman, tsk tsk, these people's talents are really not simple."

Huo Meilin admired, and showed the man his finger to Ron. Among the few people he casually pointed out, most of them were at the middle level of the soldier level, and a few had reached the advanced level.

Ron's talent in undead magic is indeed very good, but today's strength is still due to the soul ring. It is quite remarkable that those youngsters of the same age have reached this level.

Being a student is not only about ability, but also needs to learn all kinds of knowledge. The first class Ron took was literature, and the second class was arithmetic. Under the seductive and in-depth teaching of the school teacher Chun Chun, Ron listened to It seems to be very simple, but it contains great truth.

Huo Meilin also agrees with this knowledge. In his words, as a strong man, in addition to practicing to improve his strength, he also needs to learn various knowledge, otherwise he will become a fool who can only act recklessly.

There are two types of teachers in the academy. One is a professional mentor, who guides students in their cultivation. The other is a teacher who specializes in imparting various knowledge, such as arithmetic, art, and literature. The teachers are generally ordinary people. Compared with mentors, they have little strength and can be regarded as scholar-type figures.

Compared with their knowledge, the students below are very unbearable. Balovaks College is a boarding school, and all students must live in the college, even locals. These usually have strict family control Once the noble children let go, many people became unconscious.

In particular, the teachers who impart knowledge do not have much strength themselves, let alone suppress these students. In the first class, there are students whispering and eating, and some even openly fall in love in class. It's all thanks to the co-ed dormitory, and there are very few students who listen carefully to the class.

In this world, everything is about strength, and without strength teachers, who would take them seriously? It would be much better if you had a different mentor.

In Ron's eyes, these teachers are very respectable, they are very dedicated, and they take the trouble to explain every detail and difficulty until everyone understands it, and they don't care if anyone is listening.

The arithmetic class ended soon, and there was a ten-minute break between classes. As the bell rang, the students returned to their seats one after another. The next class was history.

Just as Ron sat down, he saw a familiar figure walking up to the podium. When he took a closer look, it turned out to be his mentor, Vivienne.

Vivienne is the tutor of the Undead Department. Since there have been no students in the Undead Department, her tutor is not worthy of the name, so she has been concurrently serving as a history teacher.

Vivian walked up to the podium, glanced around the classroom first, saw Ron, and nodded slightly.

"Hi everyone, my name is Vivian, I'm your history teacher, nice to meet you..."

There was applause, but it was a little sparse, and Ron was very excited because this was his mentor.

"Okay, now let's turn to the first page of the book. Today's lesson is, Ancient Legends—The Lost Continent..."

"A long time ago, a group of strange humans lived on the earth. They manipulated skeletons and fought cruel battles with alien beasts. During this period, we call it the ancient period..."

Ron was surprised, "In ancient times, wasn't that the era of the Scourge Church?"

Homelin said in a deep voice, "It seems to be related. If you listen carefully, you may find the mystery of the disappearance of undead magic..."

Vivienne quickly entered the role, and she said vividly, "These people are extremely powerful! Compared with the ancient elves and orcs, they are not much more shy..."

Vivienne was talking at the top, but the students below were not very interested. They chatted, ate, and fell in love. Only Ron listened very seriously.

At this time, a sneer suddenly came from the corner of the classroom, breaking the originally harmonious atmosphere.

He said in a strange way, "Mr. Vivienne, do you think you are a necromancer known as a waste wood on the mainland?"

There was sudden laughter in the classroom, and the faces of those students were full of gloating expressions. They saw Vivienne on the podium wearing a robe with skull patterns. It was obvious that the other party was a necromancer by profession, as the saying goes, do not beat people Face, those students who were afraid of chaos in the world quickly switched to the theater mode.

The speaker was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. He had curly blue hair, fair skin, and a delicate face that looked extremely energetic. There was a coquettish smile on the corner of his mouth. His name was Heifelt, from the Roland Empire. He is a nobleman who is also a gifted special recruit of Balovaks College this year. He has an older brother who is studying in the advanced class, so he is very familiar with all the rules of the college. Apart from not being able to provoke the tutor, he will not speak to those teachers who have no strength. Conflicts are acceptable.

He had already inquired that Vivienne was the mentor of the Undead Department, the one with the least status among the mentors, so he was relieved to provoke.

Vivienne's face turned pale, she never expected to encounter such a thing on the first day of school.

Haifelt continued to provocate, "Mr. Vivienne, tell me... is the necromancer really as powerful as the legends say?"

Vivienne took a deep breath, this happened more than once, but she didn't have much experience in dealing with it, for no other reason than lack of confidence.

The so-called confidence refers to strength.

You said that the necromancer is powerful, okay, let's compete, as a teacher, if you can't beat your own students, you will be ashamed, if you say you are not good, you are not talking about yourself

She thought for a while and said, "According to the records handed down from ancient times, undead magic did occupy the mainstream of the mainland in ancient times, but now the real undead magic has been lost for a long time, and what we undead mages have learned is just the superficiality at the beginning." …”

Vivienne's rebuttal was well-founded, and even Homelin couldn't help but secretly nodded. The current "undead magic" is really superficial, not even superficial.

"Hey!" Haifelt smirked and stood up, "There is no evidence for what happened 100,000 years ago, of course you can say whatever you want..."

Heifelt smiled, "Yesterday, just yesterday, I found dozens of necromancers on the streets of the east of the city for entertainment, and asked them to line up in an S-shape for a while, and a B-shape for a while, and finally let them learn Dog barking, guess how much it cost you?"

"How much?" Several buddies around Heifelt started acting together.

"Hey, it cost less than three gold coins in total, it's really fucking cheap... Hahaha..."

"Hahaha..." Those buddies laughed loudly, causing many students in the entire classroom to laugh too, destroying the atmosphere of the classroom.

Vivienne's face turned pale with anger, she clenched her silver teeth tightly, her eye circles were inexplicably red, and water kept swirling in her eye sockets in grievance.

"Don't cry... don't cry, I want to be strong, this little blow is nothing..." Vivien comforted herself desperately, but the ups and downs of emotions made her body tremble involuntarily.

Haifelt watched this beautiful female teacher disgraced in front of all the students, his heart was filled with unreasonable pleasure, he did not intend to let her go, smiled and said, "Mr. Vivian, I have no intention of questioning Your belief, but the great prophet taught us that seeing is believing, Teacher Vivienne, just summon a few skeletons to open our eyes... "

"Hahaha… "

"great, good luck… "

"Haifelt, I support you..."

The students' emotions were ignited, and the atmosphere suddenly rose to the highest point, with gloating laughter everywhere, only a few quieter female students did not follow suit.

Vivienne felt isolated like never before. Who told her that she had no strength? In Noah Continent, the most important thing is strength. Everyone here knows that the necromancer is a piece of wood. She still talks about how powerful the necromancer is in class. Many students don't say it on the surface, but they have already dismissed it in their hearts.

"enough!"

At this time, there was a loud shout, which was extremely loud in the noisy classroom.

Ron's face was tense, his patience had reached its limit, he admitted that undead magic was indeed lost, and it was reasonable for people to look down on it, but he couldn't bear the insult of undead magic.

"Hey! Has anyone stepped forward?" Heifelt turned his head casually, glanced at Ron, and said with a smile, "Who am I... So you are also a necromancer, the same useless wood, Teacher Vivienne , this is your student of the Undead Department, right? Sure enough, there is something!"

Heifelt pulled away the table in front of him and made a loud noise. He rolled up his sleeves with a smirk, and the faint light of flames circulated in his arms. Let me teach you how to write dead characters... "

The reason why Heifelt was furious was because he always considered himself the leader of the freshman class. As a special recruit, he did have such capital. Ron stood up and provoked him, which naturally made him unhappy.

Restricted by school rules, he dared not hit the teacher, but no one dared to say anything when he punished a student.

"Intermediate swordsman?" The corner of Ron's mouth raised a slight arc, and in just a moment, he had seen through the opponent's strength.

A burst of black air gushed out of his hand, and a short bone spur appeared in Ron's hand. He sneered, without any fear, and headed towards Heifelt.

"What?" All the students in the classroom were stunned. What shocked them was not the fight in the classroom, but that the necromancer, who was considered useless in everyone's mind, had the courage to confront Heifelt head-on. Is he courting his own death

Haifelt's face darkened, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Since you are looking for death, I will reluctantly give you some blood!

"stop!"

At this time, Hefelt heard a scolding sound from behind, and he turned his head in surprise, only to see that Godelie, who was also a special student, stood up at some point. She was holding a fireball in her hand, and the fireball had already formed , beating endlessly in her hands.

Heifelt's expression froze suddenly, "Godeli, what do you want to do?"

"Haifelt, I warn you, Ron is my friend, if you touch him, you touch me!" Godeli said expressionlessly.