Chapter 372

Jonas reflexively tilted his head back, but after all, the iron gate was a long vertical plate. If he couldn't resist it, he ran down the road, pulled it and put it between the old mage's legs, which led to a fatal chicken beating.

"I'm fucking..." Jonas groaned and fell to the ground. The villain who hit the door rushed in like a small whirlwind, with a high-intensity cheering sound in his mouth. He threw away his stride and gave the old guy two feet, one on his waist and one on his chest.

"Teacher! I learned it! Ah, "the man was a rough young mage. He tripped over Jonas's body and fell on the old mage's body - knee first." what

"It's me!"

At this time, the young mage also found that he had done something wrong. He quickly picked Jonas up and said, "ah, teacher, are you at the door? Who hurt you

The sullen and painful Jonas scolded all the obscene words he had learned in his life, which scared the young people to shrink their necks like quails in the snow. His blue eyes were wide open, and his eyes were blank and innocent. Jonas was relieved when he scolded half of them. He covered his injured old body and walked step by step outside the door. Now he wanted to understand that he couldn't live in this room more Even if they are buried in snow or frozen to death by the wind, they will never be in this unfortunate place A biting frost stream hit his gullied cheek. For a moment, he felt the numbness from the depth of his spinal cord. The white world in front of him was like a chaotic mouth, waiting for him to offer his blood.

The young mage watched his tutor stand at the door for a few seconds. Then he drew back his legs in the air and went back to the room step by step.

If nothing else, the room is really warm!

Jonas returned to the stone bench with a smelly face, sat down carefully, and then gazed at the reckless man who had hurt him with his dignified face.

Young saredo squeezed out a gentle smile, "teacher, you're OK. I've come to tell you that I've finished the task you told me..."

Jonas muttered something. Don't turn your head away from this silly.

The paper on the desk is full of words, symbols and pictures. Jonas is now in a dull pain. He wants to see something to distract his attention. He turns out a few pieces of paper at random and looks at the scribbled notes. Due to his limited knowledge level, he has a hard time reading them, and his ears are filled with the chatter of his disciples. For a moment, Jonas has a deep heart It's the feeling of coming.

There was a heat coming from the interlayer of his chest clothes, which soaked the old mage's thin and weak body and brought him rare vitality.

Jonas picks his eyebrows and takes out a bone square amulet from his collar. It's a magic creation with ancient and exquisite enchantment skills, which makes Jonas's eyes shine.

If this is a dream, then the boy hopes to wake up later, just because he found the treasure of knowledge, every word of every piece of paper on the table is emitting the light of wisdom, and he is a bony little fry, trying to absorb nutrition.

The young mage's high-intensity nonsense for three hours in a row finally drove Jonas crazy. Relying on the fact that the other side couldn't understand his own words, the boy began to talk nonsense. When saredo heard that his tutor was speaking a strange and familiar language, he was overjoyed. "Teacher, you have new knowledge again! It's amazing

Jonas looked at him in disgust, because this guy gave him a sense of seeing - like looking in a mirror.

Bah, I'm not so sticky! The boy immediately denied any possibility that he was similar to the sand sculpture.

All of a sudden, saredo began to recite the mantra. Three seconds later, he released a magic trick to himself - knowing language.

This mysterious magic, which has been lost in later generations, allows the caster to understand and use any communication method that has existed for a long time, but the time is not long, and it is difficult to enchant items, so it is a kind of emergency measure.

“…… You are so noisy. I can't understand you and I don't want to hear you. I'm really convinced that you can talk for so long. It's only two minutes in a minute. You're really powerful in two or three hours. How can you not fight in front of the two armies? Maybe you don't have to fight from daytime to night. That's really a great kindness... "

"Teacher, do you dislike me?" Sarido was aggrieved.

Jonas yelled in horror, "do you understand? What? "

He scratched his face. "It's just language."

"Give me one, too!"

Half an hour later, Jonas finally learned this practical magic, and then he began to read the notes on his desk.

Before long, saredo had quietly left. Jonas raised his head from the book case with a dazed look. He found that he could not remember these contents. It was so profound and obscure that he would have a severe headache if he watched them forcibly. There were also chaotic auditory hallucinations, olfactory hallucinations, and touch hallucinations. Some patterns even gave him a strange look of living creatures, just like an invisible giant squid in the deep sea Swim, cold and powerful tentacles, gently tap his back, there is a strong smell of thistle, but also issued a bubbling sound.Jonas would have given up trying if it had not been for the wonderful inspiration in his mind and the constant vitality brought by the amulet on his chest.

Knowledge, which is like fragments, is like a jumble of jigsaw puzzles, which are mixed together in a paste like mind and gradually form several powerful magic powers. Jonas can feel the tremor of magic power, and the earth bone is like a mountain with clouds out of the way, showing his magnificent figure.

It's a powerful force, a power to change the world with will it is beyond logic and above reason.

Jonas was more and more immersed in the vast sea of notes. As time went by, six days passed in a hurry. During that time, countless people knocked on the door, but they disappeared without waiting for a response, leaving the boy a quiet environment. However, this comfortable atmosphere was forcibly broken by two men.

"Father

"Daddy

Jonas turned his head. "Which two sons called me?"

Two young men rushed in, "father, did the second one come to you?"

"The second one?" Jonas recalled, was it the man with the eagle's eyes? "It seems to be."

"Don't believe a word he said!"

The two snowy guys crowded into the room and Jonas forced them to stop before their wet shoes touched the unfinished paper on the floor.

There was no second chair in the room, which was so simple that it was surprising. The two sons had already prepared to move two spare wooden benches from the corridor. When they leaned against the wall, they sat down at ease. It was like two bears squatting on apples, and the wooden benches creaked worryingly.

Jonas rubbed his painful head. "So what do you want to say?"

The sons were cramped, and before they could speak, the second came in.

Jonas looked to the door, when a cold light pierced his chest.

The second put down his long bow and his face was cold. His brothers seemed to be stunned, silently watching Gore fall to the ground a little bit more.

Jonas felt that the blood was flowing into his mouth along his lungs, like mouthwash, sliding through his teeth and blowing bubbles. The invisible giant squid in the room now showed its shape and floated in front of him. The fireballs on the ceiling slowly scattered, and the golden sparks and fire waves covered the upper part of the room, like a sea.

A kind of heartfelt enlightenment rose to my heart - death came.

Gordo, a respected old mage, was murdered by his son.

He lay on his back. The last sight he saw in his life was an illusion. The wonderful monsters in the deep sea dropped their tentacles, just like the air roots of banyan trees, pulling his soul out of his body and hanging upside down in the air on a gorgeous sea.