Popular science physics, teach a magic god?

The messenger and messenger knight is still waiting in the capital of Cervantes. Rennes is already their country's last hope. He will never leave until a result is reached. He didn't even consider going to the Palace of Cervantes to ask for help, because it would be too late.

Downs and Harry have been called back to Ren.

Seeing Sanders kneeling there in pain, after telling the whole story, and then the master showed the letter sent by the other party, these two brothers didn't know it, but they were talking nonsense and spreading rumors, and deceived the master. .

They were so frightened that they knelt down, not daring to take a breath.

For some reason, they both secretly raised their heads and glanced at the master again and again.

They are nervous, excited, and curious.

You know, this is a legend told by their master--princesses and queens from all over the world compete to flatter each other.

They had no way of knowing what the Master was feeling at that time.

For those who are not from noble backgrounds, this is simply a supreme honor.

And today, right under their noses, Master is expected to repeat this scene. Why don't they look forward to it?

Ren's scalp was numb.

Unexpected events!

A verbal show was just to avoid embarrassment in front of his disciples, but he ended up cheating himself.

Who would have known that such a stupid thing as putting oneself on the fire could happen again?

Renn even made himself laugh.

Of course, this fire must be spread on the disciples’ heads.

"Snapped!"

The stack of parchment contained in the pink envelope was thrown on the ground between the two disciples, making the two guys shrink their necks in fear.

Ren put his hands behind his back, his eyes were like lightning (physics), and his angry gaze swept over him. None of the three people on the ground dared to raise their heads.

"Have you... heard of the Recorder?"

"No..." the three of them said in unison.

"A recorder is a person who follows the king or emperor and records their daily words and deeds." Ren's voice became more serious: "Do you know why there is a recorder? It's because of the words and deeds of the superior, even if it is A casual joke can affect the lives and deaths of tens of millions of people."

Speaking of which, the three guys didn't dare to say anything. They just bowed their heads and admitted their mistakes.

Ren was on full fire and angrily scolded the three of them:

"What happened to me as a teacher in the past is my private matter. As a teacher, I never used your lady's pink letter as a bargaining chip for me to take action. Now the Principality of Marino takes it seriously, entrusting one hundred thousand lives on this empty promise. Go. If I don’t take action, will you be responsible for these 100,000 lives?”

"No! You can't take this responsibility!"

"You are not ordinary people. As a top-level Extraordinary, you must have the responsibilities of an Extraordinary! If you mess around, it will only shift your camp to the chaotic side. And the bastards who are irresponsible if they say anything have no right to stay here. Under my sect!”

Ren's output was such that the three of them could not hold their heads up.

After the scolding was over, the scolding was satisfying, and Renn was somewhat relieved.

After a while, Tang Si stretched his neck and asked tentatively: "Master, what happened this time..."

"Hmph! As long as I am still the master of you two, of course I will be the one to take care of things if something goes wrong!"

Downes and Harry were really surprised and delighted.

Ren's next words made them completely depressed: "However, your punishment will depend on the result of this time."

"ah!"

Regardless of his disciple's feelings, Ren ordered: "Tangs, get out of here immediately and set off in ten minutes. I want you and the envoy to rush to the capital of Marino and tell the Grand Duchess this..."

Over in the capital of Cervantes, Marino's messenger was suffering from inhuman psychological torture.

His hometown is being ravaged by the undead.

My own female justice is leading the people to fight to the death.

The pink letter that the Grand Duchess risked everything to write is like a stone sinking into the sea.

It happened that at this time, a group of citizens in the capital of Cervantes were still discussing the upcoming fate of Grand Duchess Marino.

"I bet 1 silver coin that Master Tesla can't catch up. Maybe it's already the country of the undead."

"I heard that the Grand Duchess is quite beautiful. It's a pity."

He didn't dare to have an attack yet, no, he couldn't have an attack either.

Under multiple psychological tortures, he finally waited for a reply.

Just as it had shocked the entire city of La Manche, when Ren's mage eyes appeared over the wasteland of the old mage tower, it immediately triggered a riot among the people.

Those deep and mysterious black eyes stared at the messenger, and Ren's loud and majestic voice came from mid-air.

"It was previously rumored that I would have to receive a pink letter from the princess or queen before I would consider taking action. Let me clarify here - this is a complete rumour."

As soon as these words came out, it was like a basin of ice water poured on the messenger's head.

No, at this moment, he would rather this ridiculous condition be true.

In speaking, the best thing is a ‘but’, because what comes after the ‘but’ is the real topic.

"However, this ridiculous rumor was started by my apprentice Tang Si. I will naturally punish him later. However, I, Tesla, have agreed to the Marino Principality's request for help!"

As soon as the words fell, half of the kings were boiling.

No, it was obviously not the Archmage who caused it, but the Archmage was still willing to take over the blame for his apprentice?

The envoy was almost carried away by the violent happiness. He hurriedly bowed down on the spot: "Your Majesty the Archmage! Your kindness lights up the sky of the entire Principality of Marino."

"Don't be too happy too early!" Ren said habitually: "I only promised to take action, but I didn't say that it would be done. If it involves the incarnation of the gods, then Marino's fate is not something I can control. And things After it is completed, I will not only ask your Grand Duchess to fulfill her promise, but you must also be responsible for the materials consumed when I take action. If you dare to default on your debt, I will personally destroy your principality."

"Ah! Yes, I understand! No problem!" After being stunned for a moment, the messenger immediately agreed: "Then when will we set off..."

The portal suddenly opened, and Downs led the rainbow horse out. He said with a stinky face, "Now."

…

At the same time, the sun began to set in the Principality of Marino.

From time to time, screams could be heard from the villages and towns surrounding Marino City, as well as the sound of dirt being scraped in the cemetery outside the town, but most of them were numb and monotonous footsteps.

Rows of corpse witches wrapped in warlock robes were driving the newly born undead towards the capital of the principality.

There is a limit to the number of low-level undead that a corpse witch can control at the same time. If this control is changed into a single command, such as which direction to walk in and tear apart all the living creatures encountered along the way, then the upper limit of this control number can be greatly increased. Depending on the ability of the corpse witch, the number can be raised to hundreds or even Ranging from thousands to thousands.

Compared with the heat at the top of Marino City, the scene here seemed extremely strange.

A corpse witch approached the being who was surrounded by a group of death knights on a high slope outside the city. He noticed that the white bone claw protruding from under the sleeve of his lord's right hand was wearing the ring of Archduke Marino. The Grand Duke's [Mountain Crown] was also put on.

The crown made of gold became dull under the erosion of dark energy, and the original iconic "convex" shape in the center of the crown was corroded and shaped into a skull.

The Lich's new staff is surprisingly made from the skull and spine of Marino's former Grand Duke Alan.

"Lord Brutus! My spy sent the news. According to the rumor, Sophia Marino handed over the pink envelope in exchange for the rescue of the legendary Archmage Tesla."

Brutus sneered and blew out a stream of ghostly air from the 'nostrils' that had lost the cartilage on the bridge of his nose: "This Archmage Tesla must be a liar."

"ah?"

"He actually acted for women, not for the mystery of magic, not for profit, not for power? Humph! There is no such great mage in this world!"

If a certain master hears this, he will definitely shout that he is wronged - no, I am doing it to save face! For the majesty of the master in front of the disciples! Everyone must believe me!