Chapter 57 Sacrifice

Amid the expectation and attention of the crowd, the three quasi-mages in the front row, urged by the formal black magicians around them, walked into the depths of the magic altar.

The white elemental light made it impossible to see what was happening in the depths of the altar.

Not only the formal black magicians, but also the black magic apprentices including Sean were staring at the depths of the altar.

After a moment, several formal black magicians around frowned, and then even Sean heard a shrill howl.

The huge white altar was like a silent monster's mouth. After swallowing the three quasi-mages, there was no ripple.

"No, there are variables!"

"There is a slight deviation in the space-time rift. The quasi-mages took the lead, and the final loss was too great. We have to rely on them as the main force to arrange the coordinate generator." A black magician in the magic tower said hurriedly.

"Let the entry-level apprentices go! It's just a matter of finding a correct passage outside the space crack. Just sacrifice human lives. There's no need to waste the apprentices' strength."

"What a pity. Dean Dadalong and his team should have brought a group of humans from Mosobra City with them when they came."

"This way, we can reduce the initial losses and increase the success rate of setting up the coordinate generator." The black magician sighed in a low voice.

"How can it be so easy? Ordinary humans don't have much elemental power in their bodies. I'm afraid they don't even have the possibility of getting close to the space-time crack."

"If they could really sacrifice human lives, Vice Dean Martin and Ms. Jonnie would have done it a long time ago. Why spend more than ten years calculating every tiny crack node around this space-time crack?" Another black magician shook his head and said.

The words of the two black magicians soon became facts.

With the order of Vice Dean Dadalong, the quasi-mages who originally appeared in the front row of the magic altar retreated one by one.

Instead, the entry-level apprentices, who were the largest in number, walked to the front under the pressure of the minotaur warriors and some other dark creatures and elemental puppets.

Once upon a time, Sean had lamented the good luck of the black magic apprentices who had just enrolled.

But soon the cruel rules of the Black Magic Academy showed that luck did not exist without the Black Magic Academy.

Without sufficient strength,

they could only become cannon fodder.

These new apprentices were no match for those strong minotaur warriors.

Those who took the initiative to enter the altar were fine, but those who refused to enter were either thrown in by the strong minotaurs, or thrown in by the black magicians standing on the periphery.

Screams and cries were heard in the Shadow Valley.

These entry-level apprentices were generally around ten years old, and they could basically be considered children.

The tragic scene in the Shadow Valley made Sean, a black magic apprentice who was adapted to the dangers, feel a chill in his heart.

When the number of entry-level apprentices was nearly half consumed and the white elemental light of the entire magic altar began to turn red, Vice Dean Dadalong ordered to stop sending apprentices.

Like a bottomless giant mouth, the magic altar in the center of Shadow Valley has only people entering but not exiting from the beginning to the end.

No one knows what is going on inside, whether the three quasi-magicians are really dead, and where have the nearly two hundred entry-level apprentices who were thrown in gone?

Only half of the entry-level apprentices are left, and they are now trembling under the coercion of many minotaurs and dark creatures, gathering together in a group, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

The fragility of life and the insignificance of power are clearly revealed at this moment.

The one hundred or so low-level apprentices are not much better than those entry-level apprentices.

Judging from the attitudes of Vice Dean Dadalong and those black magicians, when these entry-level apprentices are consumed, they will be the next batch of unlucky ones.

As a mid-level apprentice, Sean's face is not very good at the moment.

The good news is that more than two hundred apprentices have been thrown into the magic altar, and the black magicians who have been paying attention to the depths of the magic altar and the crack in time and space seem to have made new discoveries.

Today's altar exploration ends here. It is unknown whether the black magicians can reduce the casualty rate of apprentices entering it based on their own discoveries.

Of course, more apprentices are worried about when the next altar exploration will begin.

For this, the low-level and entry-level apprentices pay particular attention.

...

When the eldest brother Zorro reappeared in front of him, Sean noticed that there was also a layer of fine sweat beads on his neck.

The eldest brother should be over seventy years old.

The average life expectancy of ordinary humans in the wizarding world is generally between fifty and seventy years old, among which the average life expectancy of civilians is about fifty years old.

Because of their high-quality life, the nobles often live longer, and the average age can generally reach over seventy years old.

And the magicians who master magic and elemental power, even if they are apprentices who have not entered the first level or above, can increase their lifespan and delay aging in various ways.

Although it is not known where the maximum lifespan of magic apprentices is, it is not a problem to live for one hundred and twenty or thirty years.

Sean has seen some rare material illustrations that can increase human lifespan in the public library.

It was recorded in a magic book given to him by his mentor that the contract of a soul pet could also increase the lifespan of magicians.

Senior brother Zorro has taken some medicines or mastered other methods, so he is not young and looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.

Of course, the one who is even more caring than senior brother Zorro is senior sister Fei'er.

It stands to reason that black magic apprentices like Senior Brother Zorro who have lived long enough and traveled all the way from the Western Islands to the Dark Territory with their mentor Moses are used to seeing crises and death.

But faced with today's situation, Thain's senior brother still felt great pressure.

When Thain cast a concerned look, the senior brother patted Thain on the shoulder and said, "I'm fine. Let's go back first. I happen to have something to tell you."

The night in Shadow Valley is still as bright as day.

This place is brighter than the city of Mensobra, illuminated by fluorite veins.

It is estimated that no apprentice can sleep this night.

I don’t know how the other black magic apprentices are feeling at this time. In the tent, the senior brother Zorro whispered to Thain and Mayfair: "The mentor and the others have all miscalculated. It stands to reason that the three quasi-magics who entered today are the first to enter." Master, we shouldn’t all die.”

"We have roughly calculated the safe path around the space-time rift in advance."

"However, the magic altar did not go out, which means that only the subtle space-time cracks on the path have shifted, but the elemental fission device we arranged in advance has not been destroyed."

"That's why the dean and the others asked those entry-level apprentices to go over and redefine a safer path for us." Zoro said solemnly.