Lott also has a young face. The reason why the mage invited Boris first instead of Lot next to him was because Lot looked confused and bored, as if he couldn't understand spell analysis at all... The mages suspected that he was sent by an irresponsible mentor A freshman who fills up the numbers. In the Five Towers Peninsula, few teachers are willing to pay attention to pure freshmen, and everyone is only willing to communicate with people who have a certain foundation.
"Won't your magic immunity affect this?" Boris reminded Lot in a low voice as he walked out of his seat. If Lot couldn't be teleported in full view, the mages would definitely notice something was wrong.
Lott replied proudly: "Have you forgotten, my magic immunity is very flexible."
That's right, his immunity is very unreasonable, whether it can take effect basically depends on him. He is a demigod after all. Boris still wanted to say something, but Lott had already walked to the podium quickly.
The three mages let Lott and Burris stand on both sides of the demo board, separated by a few steps.
"I'm going to start," the mage who looks like Handel said, "This is the meeting room of the first training tower, I will teleport these two people to the tea room next door, the distance is very close, everyone can see it soon to the effect."
The new technique is really fast, and the traditional technique takes a long time to prepare, while Handel only needs a few seconds. Burris thought, this is too much a test of proficiency and the accuracy of previous calculations. It seems to be "simplified", but in fact there are many more things that need to be arranged precisely.
Handel threw two force fields with instant teleportation at the same time, and threw them at the feet of Burris and Lot respectively. What Lotter saw was only an interesting pattern that shone with brilliance, but what Boris noticed was the spell that was automatically calculated in the pattern...
"etc!"
He turned pale with fright, shouted and raised his hand to dispel the spell... Unfortunately, it was too late, he and Lott had disappeared in an instant.
Handel showed a satisfied smile: "Everyone has seen the effect, it is so fast and precise. Now the two of them are already in the tea room next door. Anna, call them back."
The other mage nodded, turned and left the meeting room. After a few seconds, she came back with a dazed expression: "They're not here..."
"Not here?" Handel also walked out.
Neither the little flaxen-haired apprentice nor the silly black-haired apprentice was next door. Handel yelled a few times, and the wide corridor was silent, but a student in charge of guiding service poked his head out from the corner. Handel described the two to him, and the student said he hadn't seen them at all.
The mages panicked. Everyone knows the danger of teleportation spells, what's more, they are not using mature old technology, but a new and improved way of casting spells. If you can see the failure - like the subject staying put, or going to the pantry instead of going to the hallway, then things aren't too bad... Now, failure with invisible consequences is the scariest thing .
Grindyll, the half-elf who gave a speech just now, stood up and told everyone not to panic. They should immediately activate the detection ball to search the nearby area, and re-check each spell node to find out the problem.
The scouting ball couldn't find the two apprentices, and there was no trace of them on the Five Towers Peninsula. The three mages handed over the records of all the spell-casting processes, and cast another spell on the open space on the spot, asking several older mages to find faults with Grindel.
"The two people who were sent away, who brought the apprentices?" Handel asked in a low voice.
"Master Boris Gershaw's apprentice." A middle-aged mage next to him replied.
"Gershaw? That's not one of our trustees... Is he here for the summit?"
"He didn't come, those old mages don't like to go out. Did you know that one of the two apprentices was named Kreve, he might be..."
Handel suddenly realized: "Kraev! I've heard of him! I heard that Master Gershaw was in his sixties with a female student..."
The middle-aged mage frowned and shook his head: "Don't mention this, as long as you understand."
After a while, the half-elf Grindyll came over. He folded his sleeves and looked downcast, looking very sad: "Mr. Handel, answer me a question. Is your foundation in mathematics good?"
"It's okay..." Handel wasn't guilty, his basic subjects were pretty good.
"In this case, why do you still make such low-level mistakes?" Grindyll said, "When preparing spells in advance, you need to add data representing the distance of the spell to the spell. If you didn't learn basic mathematics well, why did you Will the position of the decimal point be marked wrong?"
Handel froze, and slowly covered his mouth like a squirrel holding an acorn.
Grindyll said again: "Also, I discovered a new way of marking distance in the spell. You didn't use the arcane conversion characters of the traditional magic circle, but directly used the arcane characters to write the name of the unit The three of you are doing research together, who came up with the idea?"
The mage named Anna raised her hand: "It's me..."
"Your method simplifies the process of casting spells, but it also weakens the security of spells. Once something goes wrong, it will not stop because of a contradiction in the arcane characters, but will diverge and complete the spell anyway. I just mentioned it today Well, one of the reasons why teleportation spells in ancient times were prone to tragic failures was that mages at that time directly used arcane characters in spells instead of using the safer, self-correcting function that was invented later. conversion characters."
Anna nodded knowingly. Grindyll looked at the third person in the trio again, a mage with shiny back hair.
"I found traces of alteration in Anna's arcane text. The method is different from hers. Who did it?"
"I..." Sure enough, the head-back mage replied.
"Why are you making changes?"
"Because I found that one of her expressions was inaccurate. At that time, she was busy with other things, so I helped her correct it. I communicated with her about this..."
The expression on the half-elf's face became more and more painful: "Then, it's obvious that you guys haven't communicated enough. You directly changed the unit representing the distance by mistake."
As he spoke, he drew two patterns in the air: "This one represents one-tenth of a yard. And this one represents one nautical mile. Do you think these two symbols are similar? In your eyes, do these two symbols There is no difference at all?"
The wrong distance unit, plus the decimal point in the wrong place, plus the spell that can't correct the fallacy... There was silence in the conference room.
It took the mages a little time to figure out that the two apprentices seemed to be sent somewhere in the far south, but they couldn't pinpoint the exact location, let alone whether the two were in danger. But it's a pretty lengthy process...
It’s just that the unit and the decimal point are wrong. The mages can calculate the actual position based on the wrong number... The most troublesome thing is the effect of "automatic randomization in case of internal conflicts". The danger is greatly increased.
A few old mages lowered their heads and put their hands on their foreheads. They haven't seen such an exaggerated mistake for a long time...
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Burris hasn't seen such an exaggerated mistake for a long time.
He sat on a big rock, with his elbows on his knees and his hands on his forehead, his posture was exactly the same as those of the old mages in the distant meeting room.
The moment he saw the spell being thrown over, he immediately discovered the problem. If it was an ordinary instant teleportation, Boris could interrupt it before it took effect, but this time he only saw the wrong characters vaguely, and he couldn't even see all of them clearly, so he couldn't calculate the current position.
It seems that the only advantage of this new technique is that the release process is extremely fast, making it impossible for people to react in time.
Guessing based on his feeling, Boris thinks that he should be in the southern part of the mainland, maybe not far from the sea. The air here is humid, the woods are dense, and the trees grow thick and short, which are completely different from the trees in the Mountains of No Return or the Mountains of Fallen Moon.
Lot used his floating ability to fly to the height of the canopy, overlooking the jungle, and looking at the whole sky... The sunset here is actually very charming. The sky at sunset is almost pink, which makes him feel so romantic.
"What can you see on it?" The mage raised his head, hoping that Lot could see some landmarks.
"I saw a rare and beautiful dusk, it is like rouge-colored velvet, just like the color of your cheeks when I confessed my heart..."
"No..." Boris felt that he was going to suffer from heat stroke in a second, "I mean, did you see any buildings or distinctive terrain?"
"There are no buildings..." Lott slowly rotated on the spot, and then floated a little higher, "There is a big lake over there... There is also a river over there. It may not be a lake, but a river. Well, there is also here... No! This It's the sea!"
They were on a small island with dense jungle, surrounded by the vast sea.
In Lotter's words: In fiction, there is nothing more heart-pounding than this.
Boris didn't feel romantic, only very sad. Just now he tried to use instant teleportation twice, the first time he wanted to go back to the training institute, and the second time he wanted to go back to the mountains of no return, unfortunately both times failed.
This shows that he is too far away from those places. The preset magic circle can send people farther away, but the effect of instant teleportation is much worse. Mages are not omnipotent.
Boris sighed and thought: Can the past self succeed? Is the teleportation not working because my soul is out of sync, or is this place really too far away to teleport? In fact, his condition has been improving recently. Although his spellcasting ability is still not as good as before, it has recovered a lot.
He looked up and saw Lot rising higher and higher, and now he had to shout, "Is there a harbor?"
"It doesn't seem to be there," Lot tried to raise the height again, "I can't see clearly...it's too far away. The vegetation on this island is very dense and the area is very large. I can see the sea in the distance, but I can't see clearly what is on the shore Condition."
"Is there a lighthouse or something? Is there smoke? Are there ships in the water?"
"No! Only a beautiful sunset!"
After the observation, Lot slowly floated down: "Well, let's look at the nearest coast first. I'll hold you, and we will fly away. This is safer and more comfortable."
"Safety" aside, what is "comfort"? Burris shook his head sadly: "No, you're flying too slowly. Let's go to the coast, and you'll be responsible for pointing the way."
"That's right, I can fly faster than I can walk..." Lott thought for a while, "By the way, don't you have flying spells?"
"I have limited spell-casting props and materials, so let's save a little when it's not necessary."
"Then let's go," Lott pointed to the direction he was looking at just now, "Do you think it's very romantic to take a walk in the island jungle under the sunset?"
No. Not at all. Boris thought so in his heart, but didn't answer any more. According to his understanding of Maharaja, if the topic of "whether it is romantic" continues, Maharaja should say more embarrassing and nasty things.
If they were still in the training institute, Lott would let him joke if he wanted to; but now they were in a strange island jungle, Boris was not in the mood to chat at all, and just wanted to quickly find a boat or a fishing village or something.
Walking one after the other in the dark and unfamiliar jungle with the Lord of Skeletons... This reminded him of more than sixty years ago. In fact, the time at the Moonfall Mountains was a bit similar, but not enough. At that time, there were soldiers and dead people all over the mountains and plains, and the whole forest was very lively, not at all like the quiet and lonely at this time.
Lot, who was walking in front, turned around suddenly: "You are so nervous. This is an island, not the north, and you are not a junior apprentice, but a great mage."
Burris smiled helplessly: "Are you trying to comfort me? Don't worry, I'm not afraid."
"I know you're not afraid, you just remember the past," Lott said, "I also feel very similar to that time... except for the wrong temperature and plant species."
Your temperament is all wrong, too. Burris smirked in his heart.
Lot approached him and stretched out a hand to him: "Let's go, little mage."
Boris subconsciously passed his hand up. Lott held him with one hand, and waved a small stick with the other to push away the branches.
Just like it was more than sixty years ago.
At that time, the Lord of Skeletons also extended his hand to him, and said this sentence: Let's go, little mage.