The cannon of rebirth, your uncle's ashes

No wonder Eagle asked such a strange question again.

The "wild ghost" in front of him is short and seems to be buried in a black robe, his bald head still glows faintly in the dark night, and his long white beard hangs down from behind his ears to his stomach, almost squinting. A line of eyes just stared straight at the dumb-faced Igor, and the hand holding the cane hit the ground heavily, and the short beard under the nose also raised a few times, inexplicably full of joy. feel.

It's like being surrounded by wild beasts in the primeval jungle. I thought it was a man-eating tiger, but it turned out to be a herbivorous rabbit. The huge gap made Igor unresponsive, his nervous heart calmed down slowly, and turned into a certain animal. A kind of embarrassment after being frightened.

"You bastard! Why are you still in a daze! Come and work for the old man!" The little old man couldn't help raising his voice even more when he saw that Igor didn't respond at all, but the too-high voice was even softer, which was in line with his angry voice. The expressions are in stark contrast.

Seeing this, Igor rolled his eyes without any concealment, and the temper of the young master subconsciously poured out immediately.

"Why should I give you..."

Unexpectedly, before Igor lost his temper, the small old man in front of him waved his hands impatiently, and walked inside with a cane, complaining nonstop while walking.

"Recently, these guys have become more and more slack towards this old man. Anyway, this old man is still a great mentor. Why is it that every time the experimental assistants sent to this old man are dumb and stupid, they are all grass-headed guys who ruined the old man's precious experimental supplies! And this time the new The one who came here made me wait for so long, delaying the progress of my experiment in vain! Hey, go and grind the petals of Bachihua into powder!"

"Bachi... what is that..." Igor scratched his head and looked around. In the dark room, the walls were covered with long storage boxes, large and small bottles and cans. Among them, some of them glowed with strange fluorescence. In the middle of the room, there were many tables of different heights. Various containers of various shapes were piled up on them, and some of them were emitting white gas.On the few books spread out on the side, rows of dots of various colors are neatly arranged on them. From time to time, there are traces of re-editing and marking with red pens. The strangely shaped graphics inexplicably reveal a certain feeling of deja vu.

Although I have never seen it before, this does not prevent Eagle from inferring that this place is probably an experimental workshop or something.

"What! You don't know Bachihua! How did you learn the basic principles! Has your brain been corroded by the juice of Achnatherum splendens? These people have become more and more lazy recently, and the students have become like this. It ruined the reputation of the academy..."

The idea of ​​searching for related memories was suddenly interrupted, and even Igor couldn't help but burst out with complaints and sarcasm.

"Damn old man! I just entered school and didn't learn these things, how could I know!"

"You don't know anything if you haven't learned it! You have to feed everything into your belly before you know how to eat it! It's your lazy bones who don't want to go in, which makes the current status of the magic world even lower! It's still impossible to achieve A real revival!"

"What a mess! Magic can be used, who cares about your other things! Besides, even the simplest things have never been seen before, so there is no need to understand and digest! Poor old man, you can be regarded as a great teacher without basic common sense. ! No wonder the academy assigns you assistants so carelessly! I think you are just hanging up your door number!"

"What! You bastard! How dare you mock Du Ze Constantine, the world's most powerful, knowledgeable and professional magic circle instructor! I think you are tired! At least I know what a Bachihua is and I know how to deal with it! You The kid doesn’t know anything yet dares to come up to me and utter nonsense!”

"Hey~ You said you know what you know?" Igor swept the little old man in front of him with contempt and said, "Then I said that I know everything you know!"

"You bastard who doesn't know anything, you're not afraid of bragging and blowing your belly!" The little old man glared at Eagle with his small body as if he was about to jump up when he heard Eagle's contempt.

"I'm bragging? You underestimate others too much, old man."

"Boy, although I haven't been out for so long, you are the first one who dares to underestimate me in these hundreds of years!" The old man hit the floor with his crutches again, and some of the overly old floor gave a dull sound. Then the little old man stretched out his hand to brush his long beard, cleared his throat, "Since this is the case, I must let you see the old man's profound knowledge!"

A mischievous smile flashed across Eagle's eyes, and he stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation.

"Then I will start with Bachihua first. Bachihua is a leafless plant that grows in arid regions. The growth period is about three months, but the flowering period is only one day. Wild Bachihua is extremely rare, so we are now The ones obtained are generally specially bred. Because the eight-foot flowers can only be used to configure the fuel for drawing magic circles, so few people understand this thing." After the little old man said it proudly, he squinted at Yige Er, a look that you absolutely don't know.

"Well, what you said is right, it's the same as what I know." Igor tried his best to suppress his smile with a straight face, looked at the little old man along his chin in front of him solemnly, and then repeated what the other party said just now I read it again, "Bachihua is a leafless plant that grows in arid areas. Its growth period is about three months, but its flowering period is only one day... Look, I know everything you know."

"You... how could you know?! If this kind of thing is not someone who is involved in the magic circle, it is absolutely impossible to understand this level! Could it be... are you someone sent to spy on my research results! "I saw that the little old man's face suddenly showed extremely high vigilance, and he stared at Igor in front of him. At the same time, a golden mist visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared on the crutch in his hand. The excessive magic pressure made the whole room The airflow inside has become unstable, and Igor can feel the powerful magic power contained in it just by standing in the distance.

If he was hit by that ray of light... he would probably be half-crippled if he didn't die...

Although this little old man seems to have no basic common sense and judgment like other ordinary scientific research madmen, his powerful magic power is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

It's not some fancy fists and embroidered legs...

With a change of mind, Igor put away the arrogant look he had just had when he quarreled with the other party, and suddenly changed into a good student again, explaining with an aggrieved expression.

"Mr. Great Tutor, I am Ygelmitia, who just entered school yesterday. I am studying in Class E of the first year. Actually, I don't have the slightest understanding of the magic circle and other things you mentioned. The reason why I said I know everything is because Because you said it first, I will naturally know it when I hear it..."

"You know it when you hear it... hear it?!" The little old man who finally realized that he had been tricked became more and more angry, "You kid actually tried to spy on the old man's secret from the old man! Spy boy! Die!"

"Eh? Eh! Wait, wait..."

Before Igor could explain, the more violent fluctuations in magic power caused some bottles and jars on the surrounding tables to fall off the edge of the table due to violent tremors, converging on the ground to form seas of various colors, and Igor staggered a step to catch them. He was sitting on the table behind him, but his eyes were fixed on the old man in front of him who was waving his crutch while muttering something silently with his lips moving slightly.

He's... casting magic!

will die!

For a moment, Igor didn't know what kind of feeling was floating in his heart. He looked around in a panic, trying to find a place to hide, but found in despair that there were only shelves fixed on the wall around him.

Is he really going to die... Do not go to class willfully, run around in a self-righteous manner, meet a strange old man for no reason, and then provoke him so arrogantly that he is killed by the other party with absolute strength... Really? ...to do it on one's own...

With wide-open eyes, one could clearly see the magic particles surrounding the old man. The golden particles quickly condensed together in a strange formation, starting from the core and arranged on the crutch in the old man's hand.

Suddenly, the hand behind his back seemed to be holding down something, and the slight pain felt by the nerve endings made Igor turn his head subconsciously, facing the picture that condensed the origins of various colors that he had seen earlier.

There are some strange graphics arranged neatly... particles of various colors...somewhat familiar...

Iger seemed to have discovered something, and subconsciously shifted his sight to the air. After careful observation, besides the golden particles emitted from the old man, there were also countless particles of other colors floating in the air, and there were even more particles. Rising from the cloudy liquid on the ground.

Colored particles... Graphics lined up with spells...

Could it be that this picture is a magic? !

And as long as the magic particles can be arranged as shown in the picture, maybe this magic can be released? !

The already almost desperate eyes instantly looked at the old man not far away, and an extremely eager desire to survive slowly rose.

I don't want to die... I don't want to die so unknown...

Even if it's cannon fodder, I still want to live...

After flashing his thoughts, Eagle's blue eyes were already fixed on the picture on the paper, and at the same time, he subconsciously stretched out his hand in the direction of the old man. His forehead covered in cold sweat tried to keep calm, and his pale lower lip firmly Bite, the mental strength struggled to catch the colorful particles flowing in the air, and then tried hard to imagine the picture of the particle arrangement in the mind——

The golden and white rays of light overlapped instantly, bursting out with dazzling rays of light and violent noises.

"bump--!!!"

The huge airflow suddenly pushed Igor up, and at the moment when his consciousness was blank, the disgusting impact of hitting a hard object came from his back, followed by overwhelming pain.

Trying to keep his eyes on the thick smoke in front of him, trying to see clearly whether the old man who tried to kill him is still alive.

Suddenly, there was some slight movement around him. Before Iger could react, he could see what it was. A strong hand had grabbed Iger's neckline and dragged him up from the ground.

"What did you do to Teacher Du Ze!"