Chapter 166 Draft (Ⅵ)

A mage like Qiao An who was born in a wild way can usually get along well with one or two unique skills, but a weak foundation is a hidden danger after all, and it is difficult to guarantee that he will not lose the chain at critical moments. He has been threatened with his life many times in the past three months. If he is not lucky enough, he would never have the chance to enter Leiden Academy alive.

Countless experiences of life and death made Joan deeply feel that his magic system is not perfect, and he is seriously lacking in defense methods. After watching Edward Gates demonstrate the "Mage Armor" and "Shield Technique", he was deeply inspired and secretly made up his mind : "After officially enrolling, you must first try to learn these two life-saving spells!"

The fourth spell demonstrated by Edward Gates was "Hand of Burning", which Joan was also very good at, but Edward Gates was even better in terms of spellcasting skills and proficiency. With sincere applause.

Next came Thomas Chapp's turn.

This wealthy young man who was born in the richest family in Port Leiden did not shame his family, and his spellcasting skills were not much inferior to that of Edward Gates. Among them, the first three spells were magic missile, mage armor and shield spell. The four spells are "greasy spells" that Joan is also familiar with.

All four of the spells Thomas demonstrated were met with applause.

Joan noticed that Edward was watching seriously from the sidelines, his expression serious and even a little scary. It can be seen that this son of a general attaches great importance to Thomas Chap, and he probably regards him as his strongest competitor in the draft. .

When Thomas completed the spell demonstration and returned to the sidelines, Edward's face was still so serious. It wasn't until the twelve mentors scored one after another, confirming that Thomas' total score was two points lower than his, that the gloomy boy's expression eased a little.

"Unfortunately, I didn't play well and lost to Edward by two points." Thomas didn't seem to care much about his score, and patted Joan on the shoulder with a smile, "It's your turn next, perform well!"

Joan nodded. Hearing the examiner call out his name, he took a deep breath, tried his best to restrain his nervousness and walked to the middle of the playground.

After calming down for a while, Joan entered a state of concentration, and the crowd around him seemed to be isolated from his spiritual world. He calmly chanted the mantra, made the spell-casting gesture, and waved his hand to release a purple missile.

The "Magic Missile" was successfully released, and Joan became more confident in himself, and then successfully performed the "Electric Claw" and "Grease", which won the affirmation of the instructors and the applause of the crowd.

Thomas yelled and cheered, and his beaming face was even more excited than when he himself got a high score.

Edward was more calm than Thomas, watching Joan demonstrate the spell without saying a word.

Every time Joan casts a spell successfully, his facial expression will change unconcealably, his brows are sometimes furrowed and sometimes raised, as if he sensed some kind of rough, primitive and unrestrained spellcasting from this country boy Talent is like a rough diamond. Although it is not so perfect, no one can deny its great value and infinite potential, which makes the son of a general who thinks highly of himself feel unprecedented competitive pressure.

After successfully completing the first three spells, Joan was very satisfied with his performance, and his mentality was not so nervous. For the last spell slot, he prepared the most adept "Hand of the Higher Mage".

In order to fully demonstrate the magical effect of this spell, Joan decided to use the "Electric Blade" he carried with him as a prop, first pulled out the dagger overflowing with electric light, waved it to the sky, and then activated the "Hand of High Mage" to remotely control the dagger with his mind. A transparent magical hand grabbed the dagger that was falling from the sky, used the dart skill that had been practiced hard at the beginning, and remotely controlled the "Hand of High Mage" to throw the dagger vigorously.

call out! A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the human-shaped wooden target erected a hundred feet away trembled accordingly, and a dagger was nailed to the target's chest.

Joan wiped the sweat from his forehead, pulled out the lightning blade from the "Hand of the Higher Mage" by remote control, put the knife back into its sheath, turned around and bowed slightly to the instructors, ending his demonstration.

Master Rawls was the first to applaud, and the rest of the instructors also nodded and applauded with a smile.

It wasn't until this time that the onlookers realized that Joan had finished the demonstration, even though most of them didn't understand what kind of magic Joan used in the dazzling knife throwing performance just now, and after watching it, they were full of question marks. However, since the masters applauded collectively, it showed that Joan's performance was very successful. In order not to make himself look too stupid, they all applauded and applauded.

"Joan! What kind of spell did you cast just now? I've never seen such a strange move!" As soon as Joan returned to the sidelines, Thomas couldn't wait to ask.

"Hand of the High Mage."

"I only know 'Mage's Hand', and I have never heard of advanced ones. This spell is so powerful! Tsk tsk, Edward will be dumbfounded now—your score must be higher than his!" Thomas gloated.

Qiao Anke couldn't be happy, and looked back at Edward Gates. The other party's face really looked a little heavy, holding a walnut-sized rosary bead that glowed with golden magic power, and seemed to be drawing power from this mysterious orb.

The tutor reported Joan's score in turn, and the total score was 1 point higher than Edward Gates as Thomas predicted.

Everyone can also see that the first three spells that Joan demonstrated were actually not as chic and skillful as Edward's. The reason why he scored higher in the end was because the fourth spell he demonstrated was very exciting, and it was a rare spell. The tutors thought it was fresh and interesting, and they scored full marks one after another. As a result, the total score was raised.

"All the freshmen have completed the demonstration, and then there will be a ten-minute break. The instructors can use this time to consider which students to choose as their disciples—"

Walter Lee, who was the chief examiner, hadn't finished speaking when he saw someone in the crowd raised his hand high, frowned displeasedly, and asked, "Edward Gates, what else do you want?"

"Mr. Examiner, I still have a spell, can you give me another chance to demonstrate it?"

"Do you still have spell slots available?" Walter Lee looked puzzled.

After all, he is a well-informed mentor, and he quickly guessed Edward Gates' careful thinking. If someone else made this request, he would refuse without hesitation. However, considering that the other party is the precious son of General Gates , this face still has to be given.

"Okay, I'll give you another chance to show, Gates, please cherish this stage, and don't let us down."

"Thank you very much for your accommodation!" Edward bowed deeply to the "Old Owl", strode back to the center of the playground, calmly cast a spell under the surprised and confused eyes of the people, and chanted a strangely pronounced incantation.

"Oio múré!"