In Hogg's Academy, in the cottage near the library.

Vincent sat quietly in front of the table by the window, holding a book in his hand and reading silently.

Next to the table, there were already books of various colors, with varying thicknesses of books, mostly books about spell runes.

After silently finishing the book, Vincent closed his eyes and felt the content for a moment. After thinking for a while, he felt that he had gained something, so he took out another book and continued to study it.

After a night attack, it has been three days since I returned to the academy from Fran Flower Garden.

Those returning warlocks were welcomed like heroes' return, and when the academy asked about the battlefield situation that day, it caused a burst of exclamation. As a result, Vinson's name had a deeper trace in their hearts.

As for the mortal land that has been slaughtered, the sorcerers in charge of this aspect will also send people to migrate the population from the surrounding mortal areas, striving to make the Garden of Frangipani regain its former prosperity.

After returning, a large number of hell creatures were bought by Lolas thirsty. The short dwarf was greedy and indirectly attacked Vincent, trying to get the silver-level devil's body material from him, but Vincent just looked at it silently, and Lolas obediently did his own thing.

During these three days, Vinson has been studying spells, trying to prepare for creating spells that suit him.

If you want to create spells, you must learn from a large number of spell runes. Therefore, in the past few days, he has been querying various books to enrich his knowledge.

In the current academy, it can be said that besides the Presbyterian Church, he is the most authoritative person. Therefore, the resources in the academy can be mobilized at will, and some extremely precious ancient books can also be transferred out to read by him.

"But if you want to create a brand new spell, it's really difficult."

Turning on another book with a black cover, Vincent shook his head slightly.

Obviously, although these books are effective and allow him to cast a lot of spells, he still has not found any spells that can truly release his own power.

In the battle of warlocks, fancy but unpractical spells have no effect. No matter how gorgeous it is, it cannot hurt the enemy. What's the use? Take his spell burning ring for example. The power of the sun is enough to extend ten meters in a radius, but if you fight with other mythical creatures, the spell has no lethality at all, and instead wastes your own mana.

The more powerful the more powerful the bursting force is, the more concentrated it will be. A clenched fist has far more destructive power than a separate finger. This is irrefutable common sense.

Next, he will definitely be fighting against the mythical creatures and demons. If the best runes can be transformed in the short term, it is best, but if it is not made, it will also facilitate your own accumulation and will be more suitable for the future.

"In fact, it would be great if the power of death could be applied to actual combat. If it consumes vitality, it would not be so fierce. It can be used for actual combat."

Vinson shook his head and sighed in his heart.

But unfortunately, he doesn't have that kind of spell.

Except for an Anubis halberd, he could only use the power of death stiffly and had no other effect at all.

The use of the power of death was not mentioned in the alchemy notes. After all, it was just a broken note and its usefulness was not as great as imagined.

"I guess those death warlocks who disappeared into history should have such spells, otherwise their lifespan would not be able to withstand the loss. The golden warlock Elos once said that he had some news about the death warlock, but he could only tell me after the invasion of the Hell that it seems that he cannot trust me enough."

Vinson shook his head slightly, feeling helpless.

As the guardian of the world, Ailos, who has the blood of mountain giants, has been going through thousands of years and has seen human nature too thoroughly and is not at ease with the death warlock like Vinson, which is despised by the gods. Therefore, it is normal for him to do this.

Although he was optimistic about Vincent's future, he did not want Vincent to leave this world and become a warlock in other worlds. Therefore, he left a hand, hoping that the young man could take action to guard the world and stand on the same front as the Silver World, so that he would keep it confidential.

Even if Elos didn't say such a reason, Vincent had already expected it.

He had no choice but to do so. After all, the Golden Warlock had saved him and owed him a favor. He could only think about how to resist the invasion of hell.

However, now it seems that as long as he does not commit suicide, he feels that his life should be guaranteed sufficiently in the disaster of the invasion of hell.

"From the information of these days, Elos and the golden-level devil had a desperate battle, both of which were injured. Therefore, the terrifying devil did not come. I believe that like Elos, he was also in recuperation. Among the invading hell creatures, the highest power is only in the silver realm, otherwise our world would have been unable to resist it. When facing a strong man of the same level, as long as he was not surrounded and killed, I think I still have a certain ability to survive."

He thought in his heart, and a crystal bottle filled with the devil's blood appeared in his hand.

"This, don't use it first for the time being. At present, I can't merge the fire of hell and the fire of the sun. If it is used, it's not very effective. Let's drag it out first. After expelling the devil from this world, ask Elos about the Warlock of Death, and maybe it will achieve miraculous effects at that time."

A trace of thought flashed in his eyes. After a moment of silence, Vinson put away the crystal bottle and continued to read the books.

On the fifth day after the attack on the Hell creatures, the student trial officially began.

Countless trainees and their companions stepped out of the Hogg Warlock Academy, and with excitement and nervousness, they hunted the creatures wandering in hell.

Most of them are just students, and some of them have not even killed a chicken before, but at this moment, they are asked to hunt the vicious sheep demon and the bat-winged demon. They are a little frightened, but more of them are yearning for becoming a hero.

At this age, their youthful blood is expanding, they have infinite fantasies about the future, eager to be recognized by the world, especially at the critical moment of this devil invasion.

On the premise that the academy warlock won a complete victory a few days ago, they were even more excited to try to verify their glory with the blood of hell creatures.

And this kind of psychology covers up a little panic in my heart.

Under the setting sun like blood, people come and go at the harbor of the college.

Countless large ships carried students from the academy to different places on the mainland, preparing to hunt disaster-stricken creatures in different places.

And beside a huge ship, two teenagers were anxiously waiting for something.

Soon, a shout came from afar.

"Hey, wait for me, Miro, Chissommi, don't go so fast."

A boy with a faint freckle on his cheek shouted, greeting his companion in front of him.

The two people he called turned their heads and looked at the boy. One of the brown-haired boys said impatiently: "Ah, Cotro, your speed is always slow. Many warlocks have already left on the boat, and only a few of us are left. If you don't leave, there will be no share in the hell creatures."

The other one said casually: "Cortro, you are so slow, when you fight against Hell creatures, you won't be slower, right?"

He quickly ran a few steps and rushed up. The warlock named Cotro gasped for a few times, and said unconvincedly: "Ha, Miro, you said I will slaughter hell creatures more slowly? How is it possible? If you have the ability, compare and see who will kill more!"

"Come on, I accept this bet."

The young man responded, confident and felt that he would never lose.

Looking at the two of them, the brown-haired boy waved his hand, obviously feeling helpless. It seemed that he had become accustomed to the fighting spirit between the two.
Chapter completed!