Chapter 625 Horror Story

Herlan is a well-known good student at Rursk Institute of Higher Education, and her request to the instructor to see it alone was of course granted.

"Where does this lead to?"

Herlan and her good friend Sansa followed the Potions apprentice.

The path he chose was very hidden, like a maze in a garden.

Outsiders who are not familiar with Croshire School of Magic and Magic will definitely get lost if they walk along this road.

Helllan has already quietly held the staff in her hand, and she can respond immediately if any unexpected situation arises.

"The path leading to the tower of the man in yellow."

Potions Apprentice White was like a thief at this moment, looking left and right every few steps, constantly checking if anyone was following them.

"Yellow...the tower of those in yellow?" Sansa's voice seemed distorted.

"Keep your voice down!"

After he signaled Sansa to keep quiet, he pushed open a rotten iron gate, and after entering the iron gate was a garden overgrown with weeds.

Hellan raised his head and saw a tall tower. This tower was far less magnificent than the mage's tower of the man in yellow, but it was already the most conspicuous building in Crohill.

"White! Didn't I tell you to keep it secret here!"

A girl stepped out from among the flowers, and Hellan judged from the badge on her chest that she was a fourth-year student of the Department of Order and Inscriptions.

"The mentor who greeted the Rursk Academy of Magic this time is the old witch. She always stares at me, and it's only by these two that I get rid of her."

White briefly introduced Helland and Sansa to the girl.

"This is our last surviving place, Rursk Academy, I hope you can inform me."

"The last surviving place...what happened here?"

Helllan followed the girl and walked into the depths of the garden. Her tone sounded like she was describing the last shelter in the apocalypse.

Perhaps for people like Sansa who have almost regarded the God of the Magic Net as their belief, a world without the Magic Net is no different from the end of the world.

"Thirteen days ago, we lost our connection to the magic net. No matter where we are in Crozier, we can't connect to the magic net..."

Can't you connect to the magic net after you leave Crozier this afternoon?

Hearlan heard the girl's desperate tone, and just as she was about to say this to her, Sansa next to her expressed her opinion first.

"What a disaster." There was awe in Sansa's voice, too.

"The enchantment blocks all the magic net signals, only here can we reconnect to the magic net."

The girl brought Sansa and Hellan to the bottom of the tower. When Hellan was about three or four meters away from the wall of the tower, the signal on the magic net changed from gray to green again.

"Only those in yellow can use it? This... isn't this dictatorship?!"

Sansa looked up at the tall tower of the man in yellow, wanting to loudly condemn the man in yellow for such excessive behavior.

Using the magic net is the freedom of every Nolan citizen, and this regulation will be written into Nolan's law sooner or later.

"So we're plotting to overthrow this tyranny! Will you of Rursk join?"

After the girl saw Sansa's indignation, she extended an invitation to Sansa. The next second, the two held hands together, as if they were comrades in arms who had a deep friendship for more than ten years.

Heerlan didn't want to participate in this revolution, so she opened the text message of the magic net rationally and asked Joshua why.

‘Crowhill Academy doesn’t have any enchantments that block the magic net, I just stopped the World Tree from covering that area. '

"Mr. Qiao Xiu, you did it..."

'very unhappy? '

'No. '

Hellan silently watched Sansa and a group of Crothir's apprentices who hid under the tower and opened the magic net, preparing to enter the battlefield of the Holy Spirit.

Ever since the 300,000 championship reward appeared, the Holy Spirit was gradually eroding the time of the Nolans.

'It can still be used at noon and night, that is, the period of their study will stop, and your college will probably implement this system. '

Joshua's text message made Heerlan feel a little uncomfortable, even though she knew that the magic net ban was for her study.

Helllan's self-control, which can be called a master, can hardly resist the temptation of the magic net.

"You don't have class today?" Herlan asked.

Under the high wall, there were five apprentices belonging to Crozier, and each of them held a small wooden table and wooden chair.

Judging from the workmanship, it seems that they made it themselves temporarily. They placed the wooden table and wooden chairs along the high wall and took out the original spar mouse.

"Lessons? We don't have time right now," the girl replied to Hellan.

The reason why you don't have time is to run to the dean's watchtower to play magic net?

"White, hurry up! You have entered the hero selection!"

"The first hero chooses a bishop!"

As Hellan expected, the game played by these five apprentices was the Holy Spirit.

But Heerlan could keenly feel the change in the atmosphere, even though they were now carrying low-quality small wooden tables and chairs and sitting under the moss-covered corner...

Just the tense dialogue and communication between them put Hellan in a battle meeting on the eve of a big war.

"They played in the Holy Spirit Open, and the team was Croshire."

Sansa found out from that girl that they were not ordinary Holy Spirit players, each of them was a master with an average score of over 5,500.

"They took part in the game?"

Hellan looked at Sansa's Magic Web vision in surprise, and Sansa entered the live broadcast of Crohill's team vs. White Flower Fish's team.

In the screen, they have already chosen their heroes and entered the battlefield directly.

The qualifiers were decided in one round, so the five apprentices were very nervous and kept communicating with their teammates around them.

Hellan sat quietly watching them. The five of them cooperated perfectly on the Holy Spirit Battlefield, but the enemy was not weak either... The battle situation remained stalemate for more than 20 minutes.

"You can start the team battle directly! My finisher skill has cooled down!"

"Black Hook, quickly use the anchor! Don't grab it, it will seal off the retreat of the trembling opponent."

Their communication was all directly shouted, as if they were on the battlefield, and they were a general who was in charge of thousands of troops.

"Sansa..."

Heerlan vaguely sensed someone's gaze, and she raised her head to find the source of the gaze...

"Don't talk... Hellan, the outcome depends on this team battle!" Sansa seemed to have become one of them.

"The man in yellow is here." Hellan said in a complicated tone.

"Even if our headmaster, the one in gray, is here... what?!" Sansa suddenly reacted, first glanced at Hellan, then raised her head to look at the sky.

The man in yellow was standing on top of the tower, staring at them angrily.