This wizard only wants to take students.

Chapter 169: Dawn Wizard, Rejection
“Is this the place?” In the Lost Land, several figures were standing solemnly in front of a ruin, and in front of them, there were several figures who were tied up and forced to crawl on the ground.

"It should be correct." The Gray Bone Wizard raised his head and checked the ancient parchment map in his hand, "But the entrance should be hidden..."

"No, if this is really a relic left by the Dawn Wizard, then it is right that there is no entrance." The third-level wizard De La Torre smiled, with an unconcealable expectation and desire under his old face.

"After all, in the distant era of the Wizard Empire, the Dawn Wizards were all honored as 'Him', and they were fundamentally different from the third-level wizards. Not only could they have infinite lifespans in theory, they could even rely on their physical bodies to break free from the constraints of the wizard world and travel through the sea of ​​stars. It is said that in some small worlds in the sea of ​​stars, life forms at the level of the Dawn Wizards are worthy of being called the God of Creation..."

"And their extremely powerful mental power can even change or even create rules under certain conditions, opening up a half-plane in the void. In the cultivation system of some other civilizations, this level of half-plane can even be called the prototype of the kingdom of God..."

The Gray Bone Wizard and several other second-level wizards listened silently to the third-level wizard De La Torre telling them some information about the Dawn Wizard, who was a fourth-level wizard, with a hint of yearning in their eyes.

With their strength at the second-level wizard level, they might be able to become leaders in the weakest wizard organizations such as the Grey Bone Academy and the Forest School, but some information and secrets at the fourth-level Dawn Wizard level are difficult for them to access. At this time, listening to De La Torre telling them about some combat power information of the Dawn Wizards, they couldn't help but feel their own insignificance.

"Lord De La Torre, since the Dawn Wizards are already qualified to become 'Gods', then why do they..." Finally, a second-level wizard who was close to De La Torre couldn't help but ask out his confusion.

"Over a long period of time, even true gods will fall, let alone a mere Dawn Wizard." De La Torre shook his head slightly, but refused to say anything more. Instead, he looked at the group of bound "sacrifices" not far away, among whom were several official wizards who had betrayed the Grey Bone Academy.

"Nine first-level wizards, and the blood essence of these apprentices..." De La Torre closed his eyes, as if he was calculating something, but soon he opened his eyes again, and then looked at a second-level wizard beside him with a calm expression. "Where is the nearest wizard organization here, and what is it? The kind that has official wizards."

"Yes...it's a small wizard organization called the Heart of the Ocean. The leaders are two relatively powerful first-level wizards. There are also seven other first-level wizards who have joined this loose wizard organization..."

"Montto, and Ansai, you two go, I still need four living official wizards." De La Torre said calmly, and then he smiled gently, "Thirteen, I like this number, hehe..."

Heart of the Ocean, this is a wizarding organization with a beautiful name. It was also glorious for a period of time in history, but today, it has ushered in its greatest catastrophe.

Boom - a blue-purple lightning struck, directly causing the defensive wizard formation of the Ocean Heart Headquarters to be shaken.

"My lords, please speak frankly if we have offended you two in any way..." Inside the witch formation, many apprentices were running around in panic. Some of them who were too weak were even killed by a wave of witchcraft through the shield. They crawled on the ground with scarlet blood flowing from their mouths and noses.

Although those official wizards could still maintain basic sanity under the protection of the wizard formation, they couldn't help but reveal a hint of despair in their eyes when they saw the two second-level wizards who were constantly attacking the protective wizard formation outside.

The gap between the two sides is really too big!

The two second-level wizards outside had indifferent expressions, and they simply ignored the formal wizards' requests for "apology". They just manipulated the witchcraft expressionlessly, and with the cooperation of each other, they quickly defeated the already shaky protective witch formation.

Under the cover of strong winds and thunder, an unremarkable massacre occurred in this small wizard organization by the sea.

……

Gray Bone Academy, in the first-year open class classroom.

"Today's basic witchcraft rune course ends here. Don't leave yet. Two students, come over here and let me record your homework..." Carly, who had specially worn a pair of thick-soled boots, jumped down from the bench at this time. Looking at the many new students in the classroom who were covering their heads and seemed to want to slip away early, she couldn't help but say loudly.

"Ah, homework again..." Many bean sprouts sitting in the back row of the classroom wailed.

Carly smiled as she looked at this group of new bloods who were "guided onto the right track" by her, with a smile from the heart like that of an old farmer during the harvest.

Suddenly, her face changed slightly, and she felt her wrist getting hot. For a moment, she even felt as if her wrist had touched a red-hot iron. Although the stinging sensation only lasted for a short time, she could still feel a burning sensation in her wrist afterwards.

The source of this burning heat came from the Cloud Kingdom inheritance mark on Carly's wrist.

"This is your homework for today. I will randomly select students to check their homework before I come to class next week." Carly said the last sentence in a hurry and left the classroom. She was anxious to find out the reason for the change in the mark on her wrist, and also wanted to find mentor Lucian to ask for countermeasures.

But soon, Carly sensed a message coming from the Cloud Kingdom mark on her wrist, and the content on it was asking her if she was willing to "open the door".

"Reject! Reject!" Carly responded to the message almost subconsciously, and then the temperature of the originally hot Cloud Kingdom mark began to slowly decrease, and the burning sensation also subsided in a short time. Carly stopped and looked at her wrist in a daze.

"No... is everything okay?" She shook her hands in a daze, and at the same time used her mental power to penetrate into the mark, but did not find anything abnormal.

"It would be safer to go and ask Mentor Lucian for advice..." Carly made a decision in her heart and couldn't help but quicken her pace.

On the other side, inside the ruins of the Lost Land, thirteen "candlesticks" were placed according to a special rule on a giant altar pattern outlined in blood, and each "candlestick" was burning with a pale flame.

In the center of the altar, the third-level wizard De La Torre gently cut his palm with a silver knife and smeared his blood on the relic core that had been snatched away by the Gray Bone Wizard.

Rumble…

With a slight sound, the core of the relic that looked like an ordinary stone ball began to gradually "bloom" with the nourishment of blood. At the same time, a somewhat blurry light gate appeared in front of the altar, and it seemed to be about to descend into the wizard world across the extremely distant starry sky.

"Success!" A look of joy appeared on the face of the Gray Bone Wizard.

He stood on tiptoe and looked at the light door. His breathing became a little short and his cheeks became a little flushed.

He understood that behind this light gate was the demiplane of a Dawn Wizard, which was also the absolute back garden and treasure of a Dawn Wizard.

Even... maybe he is not the Dawn Wizard. If he is lucky, this powerful wizard who can open up a half plane may have reached the level of Brilliant Moon or even Radiant Sun in his lifetime...

Even if most of the treasures here were given to De La Torre, even a little bit of the leftovers would be enough for him to benefit from, and he might even have the hope of using them to reach the third-level wizard realm again.

Thinking of this, the Gray Bone Wizard couldn't help but smile broadly on his old face.

The other second-level wizards who were invited also showed expectant looks at this time.

This is a demiplane created by a wizard! Even if they just go in to observe and learn a little bit of the secrets, it will be of great benefit to their future wizarding career.

Although the third-level wizard De La Torre looked relatively calm at this time, his slightly trembling hands betrayed his inner thoughts. He couldn't help but raise his head slightly, and a hint of heat appeared in his eyes.

Although he was a third-level wizard and an absolute overlord on this side of the continent, he had only seen the Dawn Wizard a few times from afar in his long life.

A wizard of that level was so powerful that the aura he emitted could "pollute" apprentice-level life forms. A single glance could make him, who was already a second-level wizard, tremble...

Although he has now reached the peak of the third-level wizard level, he still feels a sense of despair and insignificance when facing that layer of "film".

But now, I have a clever way to do it.

As long as he could control this demiplane, he could gain the authority of this demiplane to a certain extent, and use it to feel some of the power of a fourth-level wizard… He could even use the power of this demiplane to help him forcibly break through the obstacle that had been bothering him for many years!

"Come... come..." As the shadow of the light gate gradually became clearer, De La Torre could even feel the breath of the demiplane on the other side of the light gate. He could no longer conceal the excitement in his heart. Holding the core in his hand, he slowly walked towards the light gate that made his soul tremble.

His steps were a little unsteady, but his eyes were extremely passionate.

But just when his right hand was about to touch the light gate, the light gate that was originally half-open suddenly closed. The aura that originally belonged to the demiplane was completely restrained at this moment, and De La Torre, who was stunned in front of the light gate, could only stand there awkwardly.

There is a relatively clear idiom to explain this situation, which is called "being rejected".

(End of this chapter)