The cannon of rebirth, your uncle's ashes

"tutor……"

Before Eagle could say anything, the small old man stood up and quickly tore down a few bottles from the shelf beside him. First, he poured the whole bottle of light-colored liquid on Eagle's fingers, and then Continuously cover other powdery particles.

It wasn't until the entire withered fingers were covered with a silver-gray solid-liquid shell that he stopped his movements, let out a long sigh of relief, and leaned back on the armchair beside him.

"tutor……?"

Grand Tutor Du Ze, who was at hand beside him, raised a hand to stop Igel's words, thought for a while, raised his head and said with a serious face: "How did you feel at that time?"

"Eh?!" Suddenly being asked such a serious question, Igor, who was still a little confused about the condition of his fingers, was taken aback for a moment, but looked at the serious face of Grand Tutor Du Ze, who always seemed to be spoiled by a child. However, Igor quickly reacted and silently recalled the feelings in his mind just now.

During the process of the magic, the brain just stared at the golden light, unable to think about the mysterious feeling at all, but now after returning to the mind and thinking carefully——

As soon as I saw such a pattern, my mind couldn't help but freeze on it, and I couldn't move it anymore.Then, I somehow seemed to see some kind of river of light flowing in the air from those small colored origins, and then my consciousness tried to draw a similar figure in the air, and then a dazzling light exploded in front of my eyes .

Such intense light and heat seemed to fill the soul with power all of a sudden, as if with that kind of power, one could transcend this world with a flick of a finger and surpass everyone.

If I had to describe it in detail, it would probably be...

The control that only the gods can touch?

God...

His heart trembled suddenly, and the slightly drooping long eyelashes well concealed the shock and hesitation in Igor's eyes.

The power that can be equal to the gods... has completely surpassed the existing secular power...

Could this kind of power be able to resist the fate hanging in the sky?

But should we tell this old man in front of him who is dedicated to reviving ancient magic?

The intact white fingers on the other hand clenched casually.

"The flower of feeling... If I have to describe it, it is probably... a sense of power that can shock the soul..." Eagle's blue eyes fixedly looked at Du who was also staring at his own eyes with a serious expression. Zeda tutor.

"The power to shake the soul..." Grand Tutor Du Ze took a deep look at the still respectful Igor, seeing that Iger was still a little panicked, the suspicion in his eyes gradually dissipated.

"Igel, you can't tell others what happened today, and about today's magic, before I tell you that you can use it, you must never try it again, you know!"

"I understand. I will definitely treat such a power beyond my control as if I have never touched it. Teacher Du Ze, thank you for your concern."

"It's good that you can understand..."

As if to put aside some worries for the time being, Grand Tutor Du Ze's eyes fell on Eagle's hand.

"Igel, magic experiments are not as easy as you imagined. If the manipulation is not good, any experimental accidents are possible. Although I still don't understand why you can release magic without the medium of magic circle drawings or weapons. , but you obviously failed to control it well. You blindly gathered the magic particles but didn’t know how to release them. The heat generated by the friction of a large number of magic particles burned your finger. Be a magic insulator."

"Magic insulator."

"The activation of magic requires the regular circulation of magic particles. Not any object can bear the cycle of magic particles. For example, air is a magic insulator. Therefore, once the magic particles leave the human body, they will lose their previous circulation and collapse into scattered individuals. And not anything that can carry the cycle of magic particles can be used at will. It is generally believed that the human body is born with the ability to carry the cycle of magic particles, but the stability and conductivity are not high, so humans still use metal to make weapons. As the best medium for the circulation of magic particles. However, if a person’s body is damaged by a large amount of magic power, it may be magically insulated. Such magic power damage may occur in battle or in magic experiments.”

"Is it because it was destroyed by a large number of magic particles?"

"Yes, such a person will lose the ability to use magic for the rest of his life. Eagle, I can understand your desire to contribute to the experiment, but participating in an experiment recklessly like this is too thoughtless anyway. "

Igor looked at the great mentor who was educating him with serious words, and thought of his intentional concealment just now, and an indescribable sourness and apology rose in his heart.

"I'm really sorry... Teacher."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now." Grand Tutor Du Ze waved his hand, and after thinking about it, he still looked at Igel, "I can barely maintain your injury now, after all, it is the damage of ancient magic, even if it is I don't know if there will be any sequelae. If you want to cure it thoroughly, you probably need to find a treant who is proficient in healing."

"Treats?" Igor frowned slightly, looking at his fingers covered with silver-gray ointment, he felt a faint pain when he moved lightly, "...Treats seem to be very rare?"

"Indeed, but." As if thinking of something bad, Grand Tutor Du Ze seemed a little reluctant to mention it and said quickly, "Xida's father recently adopted a new female that happened to be from the Treant Race."

Hida?Hidalai? ?Hidalai's father? ? !

Speaking of which, Hidalai is bigger than himself, his father has recently received a new female... Hey, what kind of old cow is springing again? !Hidalai's father is already very old, can he still be able to do that...? !

However, considering the general lifespan of the magic warrior here, maybe that ability will also be extended and enhanced in a certain sense?

Involuntarily, Igor's face was still distorted.

At the same time, if I want to let Hidalai's father's concubine treat me, I probably have to get in touch with that guy again...

Thinking of the scene where the other party left without looking back that day, Igor only felt a sullen feeling rising again, and before he regained his senses, words of rejection popped out of his mouth.

"It shouldn't be that serious, eh, it's just a little burning of the magic power, and it doesn't hurt much anymore, so don't..."

"Ah, my rare hard work is gone"

The old man Du Ze who was sitting opposite didn't even care about Eagle's opinion, he just grabbed a dusty stone at hand, poured in some magic power, and at the same time raised his voice and shouted loudly:

"Speed ​​up to the old man!"

Hey, hey...it's obviously a magical world, how can there be something similar to a phone? ! !

This is foul! !

"Eh?...This is...the Sorcerer's Stone...?" Igor, who was watching this scene from the side, widened his eyes. He was still entangled in whether he should meet Hidalai, but in a blink of an eye he was caught by a phone call in front of him. Something locks attract.

"Hmph, even if you have a bit of eyesight, this is the sound transmission stone that the old man invented by himself. It is just paved with an ancient sound transmission magic circle! The old man only needs to input a little magic, and he can summon that boy Xida at will !"

Looking at the Great Instructor Du Ze who was stroking his beard as if waiting for him to praise him, the seriousness that had gathered in the room just now dissipated, and there was no trace of the oppressive pressure directed at him.

Of course Eagle would not deliberately point out these things, smart people always know when to do something.

What's more, now he is facing even stronger challenges.

"Will it disturb... your grandson... if he is in class or in actual combat..." Igor's stomach twitched when he thought that he might see that iceberg face again pain.

In front of him, Grand Tutor Du Ze raised his beard, and stared his small eyes into round circles.

"Is there anything more important than this old man in this world!!!"

"..."

Well, as expected, I shouldn't expect this dead old man to experience my reluctance personally.

"I actually don't want to..."

"Why, I'm afraid that Xida's old man won't let him go? Don't worry, isn't she just a little wife! Why can't he be reluctant to have that guy who always has countless new loves! Besides, that kid Xida can be regarded as the heir of the family, anyway, this old man It is also an old in-law of the Constantine family. Although it is only doing research, there are a lot of hats on its head. Don't ask Mr. Xida's little wife to look at your wounds, and put it here with the old man's face, even if it is his old man My little wife has to obediently take care of your wounds..."

Suddenly, a familiar male voice came from the air, and Igor, who was startled, turned around suddenly, but he couldn't find the speaker.

"Grandpa, are you sure that Grandpa won't cut your beard off again?"

"What?! That old thing, how dare he!!!" Grand Instructor Du Ze straightened up as if his hair had exploded, and immediately jumped up from the chair.

"It's not a question of daring or not." Only then did I realize that Igor turned around suddenly, looked around, and then raised his head abruptly following the line of sight of Grand Tutor Du Ze, and placed a tall skylight above his head. On the edge, I saw the familiar black-haired guy standing against the window.

I saw the other party's dark blue eyes glanced at him inadvertently, then jumped up, rolled in the air, and landed firmly beside Igor, clapped his hands, and aimed at He licked his beautiful white beard to Grand Tutor Du Ze.

"The white beard you cut off by grandpa is still hanging in grandpa's study."

For a moment, Grand Instructor Du Ze, who was still flaunting his power just now, hugged his long beard in front of his grandson, which was rare.

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