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Cyril stood behind Guangman, constantly reciting awkward syllables. As he recited, the shadow of the giant sword behind him became clearer and clearer, and powerful pressure rushed towards him. The world entangled in Linnai's hair The branches and leaves lit up with a little bit of fluorescence, dispelling the pressure from high-level magic for Linnai.

Outside the court, a group of students looked at Cyril, their expressions becoming increasingly ugly.

Taking into account that students sometimes do not care about their actions, the school will add protective magic to each student who takes the exam, which will take effect after the student presses his hand on the crystal ball set up outside the examination room and passes the identity authentication.

But the assessment is an assessment after all, and it won't work if any magic triggers the protection magic. Therefore, the school will set levels for the protection magic in different grades, and it will only be triggered when the magic power accumulates to a certain level.

In other words, Linnai had a protective magic at the level of a fifth-year student. If it was to be triggered, Linnai would have to withstand at least half of the power of Cyril's move.

For a junior mage, it is almost fatal.

Ophelia stared hard at the projection. On the projection, Linnaeus stood alone in front of Cyril. The girl was very petite, and the large, unfitting school uniform on her body was blown away, making her look even thinner.

How could this fragile elementary school girl be able to withstand the attack of Cyril, a fool who was neither gentle nor heavy?

"Where's the teacher in charge? Isn't he here yet?" Ophelia looked at the students around her and asked in a deep voice.

The classmates next to him didn't look too good, and shook their heads. He showed Ophelia the chat history of his communicator: "I went to several classmates to find the teacher, but the teachers who could forcibly terminate the assessment happened to be He asked to leave the meeting; Locke also went to find his mentor, but couldn't find anyone."

Ophelia almost laughed out loud. According to school regulations, in order to prevent accidents, these teachers with the authority to suspend assessments must be on call at any time during the exam. But now she was told that they were all going to a meeting?

Who are you kidding?

Ophelia glanced at her communicator, and the message she sent to her mentor Alessio also fell into stone. Her heart sank little by little: if something happened to Linnaeus, Cyril would also have to die.

Putting aside the guilt of manslaughter, given Cyril's character, or rather the character of the elves, if Linnaeus really died in his hands, he would definitely die to apologize.

What do the people behind the scenes want to do?

Ophelia took a deep breath, turned back and looked at the students gathered in the square. Today is the assessment for the sixteenth to eighth grade. There were only a few dozen students in the usually bustling spectator square.

Apart from that, there is really no one else.

Ophelia couldn't help but smile bitterly. Why didn't she notice something was wrong on the way here?

Sure enough, after staying in a comfortable environment for a long time, if you see any abnormality, you will subconsciously try to make up for it instead of being vigilant.

All the elite students in the fifth grade had gone to take the exam, and she was the only one left who was temporarily unable to cast spells. She could not break the barrier imposed outside the exam room with just the strength of the classmates in the square.

For the first time in her life, Ophelia sincerely hoped that Cyril's spell would fail, but she also knew that the possibility was slim. Cyril was the second only to the high priest in affinity to the light element in their clan, and his mentor had high hopes for him. In addition, there is a big difference between the two, so unless Cyril pronounces the spell wrong, they can only end together.

But Cyril had recited the spell "Holy Light, Great Sword" countless times. How could Cyril have recited it wrong...

Ophelia felt a sense of despair. Even though it was a sunny day, Ophelia still felt chilly.

"Wait, what is she doing?" A classmate suddenly exclaimed in her ears. Ophelia raised her head and was surprised to see Linnaeus running towards Cyril on the projection screen.

"Don't you think she died quickly enough? How far can she run at this time?" A classmate stamped his feet anxiously, although he also knew how far Linnai could run based on the scope of influence of high-level magic and the size of the examination room. It was no use, but seeing Lin Nai's behavior which was tantamount to seeking death, he was still angry and anxious.

"Cyril didn't notice it, and she didn't notice that she was playing a senior student, right?"

"What a coincidence, two idiots who are all in love with each other died together!"

"Speak a little better, what can a primary school girl know..."

Linnai didn't know that a group of fifth-grade students outside the court were getting anxious. She was running towards Cyril until she was stopped by Guangman.

Linnai simply visually measured the distance. Fortunately, Cyril should be able to hear his voice at this distance.

Fortunately, high-level magic spells are generally very long, which gave her a chance to save herself.

Lin Nai looked at Cyril who was close at hand, took a deep breath, and shouted: "There is Building No. 6 in Liulin Town, and Liu Laoliu lives in Building No. 6. One day Niu Laoliu came and took six Monkey; here comes Hou Lao-liu, pulling six cows; here comes Qiu Lao-liu, carrying six baskets of oil; here comes You Lao-liu, carrying four bolts of silk. The cows, Hou Lao-liu, and Qiu Lao-liu come to live with Liu Lao-liu. Building No. 6. In the middle of the night, the bull attacked the monkey, and the monkey bullfighted, knocking down Qiu Lao Liu's oil, and the oil damaged You Lao Liu's silk. Qiu Lao Liu pulled Niu Lao Liu to pay for the oil, and You Lao Liu pulled him Hou Lao Liu wants to pay for the silk, Niu Lao Liu blames Hou Lao Liu for his cow, Hou Lao Liu blames Niu Lao Liu for his monkey!"

Classmate outside the venue:?

After finishing this string of tongue twisters in one breath, Linnai held on to his knees and gasped for air. He stared at Cyril who had obviously heard it. For a moment, he didn't know whether to lament the powerful lung capacity of people in this world or his own eloquence. very nice.

Sure enough, moments of life and death can inspire people's potential.

Linnaeus was close and loud, and Cyril could hear it clearly. He didn't know what Linnaeus was talking about until he was about to finish the last few syllables, without rolling his tongue over and pronouncing an rim sound. It became a nasal sound: "...sa niu...what niu, I pronounced it wrong!"

Cyril suddenly opened his eyes wide. The spell he had been reciting for a long time came to a halt because of a mistake. The giant sword that was about to condense into a solid body began to dissipate. Cyril was so anxious that he continued to recite the spell, but Linnai's series of words just now were a little bit... Brainwashed, so that Cyril suddenly discovered an embarrassing thing: he suddenly couldn't recite the spell.

"...niu, no, liu ya...stop saying it!" Cyril recited the incantation with difficulty, but Linnai kept repeating that nonsense next to him, and what was in his ears " "Qiu Lao Liu Niu Lao Liu", the brain is gradually lost in the high-intensity syllable changes, and the tongue cannot roll over.

Linnaeus, who was crazily reciting tongue twisters: The plan worked, success!

Onlookers from the sidelines: ...Huh?