Chapter 705
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Herland was a well-known good student in the Rursk Higher Academy. Her request to see it alone to her tutor was naturally accepted.
"Where does this lead to?"
Herland and her friend Sansa followed behind the Potioneering acolyte.
The path he chose was very secluded, like a labyrinth in a garden.
Outsiders who were not familiar with the Krohiel Academy would definitely get lost if they followed this path.
Herland had already stealthily held her staff in her hand so that she would be able to react immediately if anything unexpected happened.
"The path to the tower of the Yellow Robed One."
Potioneering acolyte Wyatt was like a thief. He would look left and right every few steps to make sure no one was following them.
"The … The tower of the Yellow Robed One?" Sansa's voice was a little distorted.
"Quiet!"
He signaled for Sansa to be quiet and pushed open a rotten iron gate. Behind the gate was a garden overgrown with weeds.
Herland looked up and saw a tall tower. It was not as grand as the tower of the Yellow Robed One, but it was still the most eye-catching building in Krohiel.
"Wyatt! Didn't I tell you to keep this place a secret? "
A girl walked out from the bushes. Herland could tell from the badge on her chest that she was a fourth-year student of the Order Inscription Faculty.
"The teacher who welcomed us to Roursk Academy is that old witch. She's always watching me. I only got rid of her because of these two."
Wyatt briefly introduced Herland and Sansa to the girl.
"This is our last place of survival. Students of Roursk Academy, I hope you can tell us."
"Last place of survival … What happened here?"
Herland followed behind the girl and walked deeper into the garden. She sounded like she was describing the last shelter of the apocalypse.
Perhaps for people like Sansa who almost worshipped the God of the Weave, a world without the Weave was no different from the apocalypse.
"Thirteen days ago, we lost our connection to the Weave. No matter where we are in Krohiel, we can't connect to the Weave …"
Can't you connect to the Weave after leaving Krohiel in the afternoon?
Herland listened to the girl's desperate tone and was about to tell her, but Sansa spoke up first.
"What a disaster," Sansa said, her voice filled with awe.
"The barrier has blocked all signals from the Weave. This is the only place where we can reconnect to the Weave."
The girl brought Sansa and Herland to the bottom of the tower. When Herland was about three to four meters away from the wall, the signal on the Weave turned from grey to green again.
"Only the yellow-robed can use it? Isn't … isn't this a solo decision?! "
Sansa looked up at the yellow-clothed man's tower, wanting to loudly condemn his outrageous behavior.
Using the Magic Net was the freedom of every Noland citizen. This rule would be written into the laws of Noland sooner or later.
"So we are plotting to overthrow this tyranny! Do you want to join Rursk? "
When the girl saw Sansa's indignant expression, she extended an invitation to Sansa. The next moment, the two of them shook hands as if they were comrades who had known each other for more than ten years.
Herland did not want to participate in this revolution. She was more rational and opened the Weave to ask Josiah for the reason.
"Crothill Academy doesn't have a barrier that blocks the Weave. I just stopped the World Tree from covering that area."
"Mister Josiah, you did it …"
"Are you upset?"
"No."
Herland looked at Sansa and the group of Crothill acolytes who were hiding under the tower and opening the Weave, preparing to enter the Sacred Battlefield.
Ever since the 300,000 bounty for the champion appeared, the Sacred Spirits had been slowly eroding the time of the Noland people.
"They can still use it at noon and at night, but it will be stopped when they are studying. Your academy will probably implement this system as well."
Josiah's message made Herland feel a little uncomfortable, even though she understood that the Weave ban was for the sake of her studies.
Even someone like Herland, who had the self-control of a bookworm, found it difficult to resist the temptation of the Weave.
"Don't you have classes today?" Herland asked.
There were a total of five Crothill acolytes under the high wall, each of them holding a small wooden table and chair.
From the looks of it, they seemed to have made it on the spot. They lined up the wooden table and chair along the high wall and took out the crystal mouse.
"Class? We don't have time now, "the girl replied to Herland.
The reason they didn't have time was to play the Weave near the dean's surveillance tower?
"Wyatt, hurry up! We've entered hero selection! "
"The first hero is a bishop!"
As Herland expected, the game the acolytes were playing was the Sacred Spirits.
However, Herland could keenly sense the change in the atmosphere. Even though they were now sitting in a moss-covered corner with a shoddy wooden table and chair …
Just the tense conversation between them made Herland feel like she was in a meeting on the eve of a great war.
"They're participating in the Sacred Spirit Tournament. Their team is Crothill."
Sansa heard from the girl that they weren't normal Sacred Spirits players. Every one of them was a master with an average score of more than 5,500.
"They're participating in the tournament?"
Herland looked at Sansa's Weave Vision in astonishment. Sansa had entered the live broadcast of Crothill versus White Flower Fish.
On the screen, they had already chosen their heroes and entered the battlefield.
The qualifiers were decided in a single round, so the five acolytes were extremely nervous, constantly communicating with their teammates beside them.
Herland sat quietly at the side, watching them. The five of them had coordinated perfectly on the Sacred Spirit battlefield, but the enemy wasn't weak either … The battle was in a stalemate for more than twenty minutes.
"We can start the team battle now! My Finishing Spell is off cooldown! "
"Black Hook, use the anchor! No need to grab it, seal off the retreat of the Tremors. "
Their communication was directly shouted out, as if they were on the battlefield, and they were generals in charge of thousands of soldiers and horses.
"Sansa …"
Herland vaguely sensed someone's gaze. She looked up and found the source of the gaze …
"Don't speak … Herland, victory or defeat will be decided in this team battle!" Sansa seemed to have become one of them.
"The one in yellow is here," Herland said in a complicated tone.
"Even if our headmaster is here, it won't be … What?!" Sansa suddenly realized something. She first looked at Herland, then up at the sky.
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