Oliver could be considered a "warrior" who had experienced several life-and-death situations. At the critical moment, he wasn't so frightened that his limbs turned numb. He had no ability to resist at all. He subconsciously dodged to the side and brandished his short sword in an attempt to escape.
However, he was much weaker than Captain Grigra. Grigra took advantage of the length of his longsword and slashed him repeatedly, making it impossible for him to approach or take advantage of the short sword. He could only raise his sword and resist the attacks. Clang!
Clang! Clang! After a few clangs, the short sword fell to the ground. Oliver's right hand was cut open, and blood was leaking out.
Grigra grinned hideously. He stepped forward and slashed his longsword, narrowing Oliver's range of dodging step by step.
In just a few moments, Oliver found himself forced into a corner. Regardless of whether he went left, right, or forward, he had no choice but to face the gleaming longsword.
Am I going to die?
When the longsword fell, Oliver's blood was freezing. Something seemed to be bursting out of his body, making his eyes bloodshot. Subconsciously, he grasped the only thing in his hands and faced the longsword. Crack!
Pah! A muffled sound rang out. Oliver took another step back and leaned against the ice-cold wall. More blood seeped out from the web between his thumb and forefinger on his right hand, dyeing the crystalline azure staff a shade of red.
"Hehe!" Grigra didn't think it was a big deal. Even Oliver couldn't defeat him when he had a short sword, not to mention a nondescript short stick.
The only thing that slightly shook him was that the translucent staff seemed to be rather precious. He would feel regretful if it was broken.
However, when he thought of the gems and possible magic items in the room, his hesitation quickly disappeared. After all, there were so many valuable items. The loss of the staff was not a big deal. He had to kill Oliver as soon as possible and find a mechanism to close the entrance in case other people competed with him for the treasures!
Just as he made the decision in his heart, his long sword had already moved to block. His rough movements became delicate as he flicked the short staff aside and stabbed it straight at Oliver's chest.
Looking at the glittering tip of the sword, Oliver's fear burst out. He felt that the whole world had been slowed down, and the tip of the sword was coming at his chest like a snail. However, only his mind could be so fast. His body was as' slow 'as Grigra's longsword. He could only watch the longsword coming at him bit by bit without being able to react at all.
Am I going to die?
I don't want to die!
In a short moment, Oliver fell into a strange state of emptiness. Then, as if a string had snapped in his mind, he heard a cracking sound. Then, he felt something surging out from his soul, flowing into the azure short staff that he held tightly in his hands.
Crack. A strange cracking sound came from the short staff. Oliver felt that he had opened a gate, and his whole body was surrounded by an ocean of tiny silver electric arcs.
Pa pa pa!
Silver electric arcs popped out of the short staff and hit Grigra's critical parts without any hindrance.
Grigra's face and chest were quickly scorched. The longsword stabbed into Oliver's body, but it could only slide off helplessly, leaving only a shallow wound.
"How could I die …" He stared blankly at the short staff that was still emitting electric sparks in front of him, and his body fell limply to the ground.
He had already confirmed that Oliver was not a Magician's Apprentice. Even if the short staff was an extraordinary item, he would not be able to use it!
But how could this be? Grigra's eyes were wide open, and he died with everlasting regret.
Holding the short staff with both hands, Oliver bent like a shrimp and breathed hard. His head was so painful that he almost wanted to hit the wall.
It was not until a long time later that he finally came back to himself. He slowly raised his head, with vague blood stains on his eyes, nostrils, and lips.
"Did the spiritual blast when I made a breakthrough and became an apprentice activate the short staff?" He thought in confusion. "But shouldn't the short staff have a core mark? Has it been erased long ago … "
He shook his head and looked at Grigra, holding the short staff with both hands, only to discover that the intimidating captain was lying there, lifeless. His face was black, and his eyes were wide open. He couldn't have been more dead.
Oliver was not reassured. He squatted and examined Grigra's body carefully. After making sure that there was nothing wrong, he looked at the short staff in both confusion and delight.
"Is this the power of magic?"
Then, he calmed down quickly. He closed the entrance and found another secret exit. Then, he packed the books, items, and gems into the storage bag that the sorcerer left behind and left the place.
It was not that he did not want to settle down here and improve his strength first, but it was because there was no food here. He would starve to death in a couple of days. More than ninety percent of the creatures on the desert were stronger than him, except that they preferred to fight each other.
… …
Two days later, Fernando came to the desert, planning to find the organization that had retreated to this place. As far as he knew, Atlant, the Eye of Curse, had gathered a lot of smaller organizations to make up for the losses of the organization in the previous incident, even though he had been hiding for a long time.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to find this place at all.
Of course, he did not know the specific location of the Hysterical Dance. Only when he was close enough and passed the test of the spying sorcerers could he be brought in.
"Huh. There are traces of magic gears being opened here." Recently, the madness of the night watchers made Fernando choose to move forward carefully, not daring to fly boldly. Therefore, within the range of his spiritual power, he suddenly discovered a rather obvious trace, which was obviously the trace of the rookie who did not take care of it effectively when he left.
"Is there a sorcerer's relic here?" Fernando was immediately in a better mood. It was not because he was greedy, but because the "Continental Confederation of Sorcerers" that few people knew about yet was really short of resources. Not only did it lack materials, but it also lacked money. In the riot of Cocus, the Union of Sorcerers suffered the most. The two surviving deputy presidents divided the heritage of the organization and were now hiding somewhere. Douglas and Fernando were only left with the City in the Sky, which was in ruins. Had it not been for Hathaway's sponsorship, Fernando wouldn't have been able to communicate with other organizations in such a shabby way.
Therefore, he stopped moving forward and cast spells to create objects such as the Arcane Eye. He carefully inspected the surroundings and began to work on cracking the magic gears after confirming that it was safe.
About half an hour later, after a crack, a gate collapsed on the hill.
After Fernando checked it once, he flew in like a fire, only to find that most of the gems, materials, and items had disappeared, leaving only a few things in the corner.
"It's too late. If I had run into the rookie earlier, I could've tricked him, well, introduced him to the Congress." Fernando remarked rather regretfully.
Judging from the magic books that were taken away and the traces of battle left, he concluded that it was an apprentice-level rookie who took away the treasures through prophecy.
… …
Grasses and trees were growing in the valley, enshrouded in a vague, ever-changing mist.
Holding the thick book with a black cover, Erica read the content in fascination and calculated now and then.
"So, we are on a planet …"
"Gravity is the essence of the power of the earth?"
"Is the earth element the source of gravity?"
"That's how the planet works …"
"No wonder we fall to the ground after we jump …"
Subtle exclamations and whispers echoed around Erica. The sorcerers were discussing 'Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy' in excitement or deep thought with a frown.
This book had overturned their understanding of the world, giving them a sense of disillusionment as if they didn't know that the world was like this.
If it weren't for the unprecedented groundbreaking content, many of their cognitive worlds would've been shaken, collapsed, or frozen. Even so, they still felt that their worldview had been refreshed.
Was this world really like this?
Was this world really like this?
Looking up at the stars above the mist, they seemed to have seen the mysterious trajectory of the stars. Everything was no longer as random as before. Everything was under their control!
Erica read for a while and put down the book. She rubbed her head as if she were exhausted. Reading the book was too painful, especially when she did not know much about it!
She had been taught calculus by Douglas before, but she only knew the basics back then. So, it was very difficult for her to learn 'Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy'. She intended to write to Douglas, only to discover that he couldn't be reached out for now.
Seeing that Erica was rubbing her head, the sorcerers around all ran close as quickly as cunning rabbits. They focused their eyes on her face and begged her.
"Erica, it's time to teach us calculus!"
"How should we make the points?"
"Should we process the magic models like calculus?"
The questions lingered around Erica's ears like flies, making her head even more chaotic and agitated.
However, her heart was softened again when she saw the eagerness on their faces. Yes, she had the basics of calculus after all, and she could learn it by herself as she read. They, on the other hand, didn't know anything and could only read the description about gravity.
In the meantime, she had a strong sense of pride. Many of them were senior-rank sorcerers and middle-rank sorcerers who seemed stronger than her, but they all asked for her advice. Even Mr. Atlant asked her about calculus not long ago. Calculus truly deserved to be a groundbreaking advancement in mathematics!
Erica looked around at everybody's face and suddenly had uncontrollable joy in her heart. After Aalto fell, her companions were all numb and desperate like undead creatures. However, the book 'Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy' illuminated the darkness and drove away their desperation like a lighthouse in the dark night, filling them with hope again. It's not that magic isn't strong enough, but that we haven't done enough before! Our understanding of this world is still too shallow!
As long as hope existed, the inheritance of magic would never be cut off!
Erica's lips curled. She began to explain calculus to her companions despite her happy worries.
At this moment, a sorcerer flew in and asked the archmage in the crowd, "Mr. Deputy Chairman, a senior-rank sorcerer named Fernando has asked to meet you in a cabin deep in the mountains. He has passed the examination. Should we let him in?"
Before the deputy chairman could reply, Erica abruptly stood up. "Mr. Fernando? He's very good at calculus! "
That's what Mr. Douglas said!
Most sorcerers didn't know that Douglas had already advanced into legendary yet.
"What? He's very good at calculus? " Hardly had she concluded her sentence when all the sorcerers in the valley disappeared and rushed out, leaving the messenger looking at Erica in confusion.
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