Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Mo Xie had to admit that some of the objects made by magicians were indeed more practical than those made by their witch clan.

For example, magic scrolls can be drawn in three qualities: elementary, intermediate, and advanced, depending on the magician's class.

The most common primary scroll is disposable and must be used after the magic circle is torn open.

Intermediate and advanced scrolls can be used multiple times and will be automatically destroyed when the number of uses is used up.

The scroll that Cherie Stopbol holds in her hand is probably the latter.

"My lovely students, are you ready?"

Today, she is still radiant, with her long brown hair tied into an exquisite fishbone braid, which makes her face more pure and sweet. She wears a short-sleeved shirt with a khaki cropped skirt, exuding a lazy and comfortable atmosphere.

Compared to her, the other teachers' outfits look very retro.

The uniform college uniforms, large sun hats, leather wedge-heeled shoes, dull and airtight long skirts, bulging suitcases... They don't look like they are going to participate in outdoor practice, but rather to an elegant picnic.

"I'm always ready, Cherry!"

"This is my first time entering a teleportation array. I hope I won't vomit..."

"It will be better if you close your eyes. But you should bring a vomit bag just in case."

Cherry smiled and nodded, unfolding the magic scroll with both hands, "Then we will set off immediately."

"Why don't they wear warm clothes? Don't they want to?"

"maybe."

At the same time, the students from other teams that had gathered at the gate of Wang Family College disappeared one after another. They were already a group that started slowly.

Mo Xie rolled his eyes and looked at Dario, who was wrapped like a ball with a determined look on his face. Then he picked up his suitcase and stepped into the magic circle with other students who were majoring in Chinese.

Cherry slowly circulated her power, and a green light bloomed from under her feet.

The moment the magic circle was activated, they entered a strange space.

Bizarre blocks of color are irregularly pieced together to form a narrow passage.

The magic circle turned into a circular platform, steadily supporting more than 20 people majoring in Chinese language.

"Hey! Stop pushing!"

"Someone, someone help me up!"

"I'm going to faint. Ugh…"

Some students in the elementary department could not hold on any longer and were staggering from side to side with their hands waving in the air, looking extremely embarrassed.

Dalio was not in good condition either. He barely stood up by grabbing Moshe's forearm with one hand.

Perhaps because of the use of mental power, Mo Xie did not feel any discomfort. He lowered his eyes, looked at Dalio who looked like he was about to faint, stretched out his other hand, and touched his forehead with the back of his hand without leaving a trace.

As the magic power slowly flowed into his body, his originally pale face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But Dalio’s pain was not over.

To be precise, the pain of all students will continue in the next second.

The speed of the platform gradually slowed down, and it slowly stopped in the passage amid the students' surprise, and then it fell down without any warning.

Screams and cries exploded, tears and sweat merged together.

I don’t know whose clothes hit whose face, nor whose foot kicked whose stomach.

After the world spun for a few rounds, it finally returned to calm.

Cherry landed gracefully and waved her hand gently, and the students' clothes became clean and tidy again.

"God of Creation, I am still alive... Thank you very much, Teacher Cherry."

"This is terrible! Can someone improve the teleportation scroll?"

"Have we reached our destination? This place doesn't look like a frost tundra ruin."

After Moshe helped Dario up, he looked around. The vibrant scene really had nothing to do with the word "frost".

The trees are green, the stream is gurgling, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance. It seems that it has just rained, the soil is moist and soft, and there are crystal drops of water on the flowers and plants.

In the distance was a towering mountain, the top of which was shrouded in mist. There were a few vague black shadows flying across the sky and hovering around the mountain, probably some kind of flying creatures.

"This is the entrance to the ruins." Cherry took out a black stone from her bag and led the students towards the woods.

As she stepped over a very thick plant root protruding from the ground, the sound of wind whistling came from somewhere.

She then spread out her palms and injected magic power into the black stone.

The stone seemed to be pulled by something and slowly floated into the air. Then the space twisted and a gap appeared, only big enough for one person to pass through.

"Be sure to follow me closely after you go in." Cherry reminded him and entered the gap first, followed by the students.

cold.

Biting cold.

This is the only feeling lingering in the minds of young and frivolous students.

I squinted my eyes and looked up at the sky, but I could only see gray and white blocks and fine pieces of ice and snow.

The first breath of air I inhaled into my lungs felt like a heavy lump of ice, getting stuck in my throat and I couldn't swallow or spit out.

If they hadn't been wearing winter clothes, they would have been frozen to death at the entrance in an instant, they thought with great fear.

Mo Xie stood at the end of the team and used his mental power to enhance his vision.

With magic power protecting him, he will not be affected by ordinary weather conditions.

He also has a control-free amulet given by a mysterious person hanging on his chest, which allows him to deal with control magic if he encounters it.

"Fortunately I was wearing more clothes." Dalio put on a mask and made a hazy voice.

Looking back at the others, their expressions were distorted and their limbs were stiff, as if they were nailed to the spot.

"Students, if you feel cold, use this."

Cherry's bag is very magical. It may be a magic tool, or it may be cast with space magic.

A bag larger than the satchel appeared in her hand, and then the students who were about to be frozen into ice sculptures were given stones to keep warm.

"You are so well prepared."

"Thank you, Miss Cherry."

The students, who quickly regained their mobility, looked at Cherry with gratitude and admiration.

The cold wind was blowing her hair and her thin feet were stepping on the hard ice bricks. How could she straighten her back and show such a sweet smile?

Sure enough, this is the great magician class!

After that, the Chinese language major team continued to move forward, climbing over the snow-white hills, passing through the buildings made of ice bricks, and finally arrived at the gathering place.

The cold wind gradually weakened, but the temperature was still very low.

Students from other majors seemed to have been waiting for a while. Some of them gathered in a circle to discuss something, some were ready to fight, and some even set up an iron pot and started to stew soup.

"Uh, that guy is the chief of the plant cultivation department, right?" Dalio said in amazement, "He really never misses any opportunity to cook."

Plant cultivation and nurturing sounds very ordinary. Who would have thought that it is a popular major in Rekton Royal College?

Mo Xie glanced at the fat figure, then shifted his gaze to the front.

In the swirling smoke, the frozen castle looks even more majestic and mysterious. The towering spires and huge walls are covered with snow, as if time is frozen, huge waves are emptying, and waves are surging, which is extremely shocking.

This is the true relic of the frost tundra.