Chapter 292 Lan Qi thinks it's time to put more strength into the monthly assessment day
The heart of Protos Royal Academy of Magic.
In that huge conference hall, the deep power and rich historical glory reflected silently enveloped every corner.
The sound in the hall seemed to be cut off by the changes on the screen, and it was eerily quiet.
On the screen, the classroom that was harmonious a few minutes ago has become like the Colosseum of Purgatory.
There were gruesome bloodstains flowing in every corner of the classroom, with clearly cut utensils and incomplete desks and cabinets scattered around.
In the center of the field of vision, Lan Qi still acted as if nothing had happened, with a friendly smile on his face.
He was helping the teacher who came to collect the students.
"Thanks for your hard work."
After putting a student in the classroom into a transport truck, Lan Qi waved to the teacher in charge of the rescue.
The rescue teacher didn't have much to comment on, so he left quickly.
He has never seen this scene before.
There were dozens of dying students inside and outside.
Just transporting it requires several trips.
If you kill him more, the hospital will be unable to accommodate him!
If the seriously injured students have to be transferred to the public hospital in the imperial capital of Herom for treatment, I am afraid that a lot of news media will report that a large-scale campus terrorist attack occurred in Protos Royal Academy of Magic.
And how on earth can this person help carry these students on stretchers like a passing enthusiastic resident? Aren't you the mastermind? !
At the same time, on the other side of the screen, in front of the conference table.
“How many students did he kill this time?”
Not only those in the classroom, but also the students who had been sprinting towards the classroom with hostility but had not yet broken in, all bumped into the old man who was chasing him out, and was regarded by the old man as a malicious little beast. .
The entire corridor in the assessment area has now become quite dangerous.
Any student who dares to skip class and wander in the corridor may be killed by the old man.
It can be seen from the split screen screen.
The God of Death is back for a limited time and is already killing people like crazy.
It is estimated that it is destined to become a terrifying legend on Protos Academy's monthly assessment day in the future.
The bounty on Zestila on the notice board is still rising slowly.
The exam started in less than ten minutes.
The reward amount soared to 309,820.
“Visual inspection revealed that more than eighty students fell within their range.”
The more students you defeat in the same assessment, the harder it is to do it. The 1% increase in the total reward amount caused by defeating each student is calculated independently.
“If Rocky McCarthy continues to kill, his 20% alone may exceed 100,000 credits.”
“After this class is over, other students will come out of the classroom and see the numbers on the notice board. Even if they don't know what happened, they will probably feel terrified.”
“I kind of want to bet on Zestila.”
“It's a pity it's too late.”
You can only place a deposit before the exam starts.
“Damn guy…”
Some people's expressions gradually changed from arrogance and joking to anger.
They have always been the ones controlling the situation, treating it like a game of fighting crickets.
How could a servant in the examination room dare to overturn their wishes so calmly?
“Next, I won't let him pass any classroom again.”
Accompanied by the arrogant male voice, the magic circle on the table flickered again.
Everyone knows that the student this guy was betting on was easily sent out by Lan Qi, without even seeing Lan Qi's face.
Even if he spends more credits now, Lan Qi won't feel better.
“You can't afford it, can you?”
“So what? I don't want him to win either. If his demon master gets so many credits, wouldn't he be stepping on our heads?”
In the voice, various interferences triggered by the chief student's authority were fed back into the assessment area. On one side of the round table, the first seat, Princess Crolis, who had been closing her eyes and concentrating, remained silent.
“Rocky McCarthy…”
Chlorisse said the name silently.
She had known for a long time that this guy was not on the same level as other students.
I'm afraid there aren't even enough students in the assessment area for him to use magic cards.
Those who can be favored by Xi Duo and recommended to win over at this time point will basically not be wrong.
Can he become one of the key figures in changing the pattern of the Protos Empire? Even just a little bit.
Chloris looked at the screen, with no expression on her face.
The current conflict between Protos and the northern countries seems to be the general trend accumulated by history. Everything is as natural as possible, but what is really behind the empire is a group of invisible ghosts.
They don't know where they come from, nor what their final purpose is, nor can they even prove their existence.
The only thing that is certain is that there are many pairs of invisible hands guiding something.
Perhaps in the near future, the mysterious wind direction will sweep across the entire northern and southern continents. It will be linked to each other, continuously chaining, spreading, and erupting, until further north in the large northern countries, even the Church of Resurrection is unwilling to provoke the forces of the Theocracy. , ancient races that have slept under the glacier for tens of thousands of years, legendary creatures in the deserted land, and extremely ominous existences are all dragged into the battlefield.
The Protos Empire, a large country in the corner of the northern continent, was just a trigger.
Even the southern continent on the far coast is not immune.
If a godlike disaster comes then, no matter what the dice of fate roll, everything will be over.
The eighth-level strongest human beings and the accumulated national strength should never lose each other for some stupid reasons.
She cheered up a little and looked towards the distance of the round table.
Others still seem to be dismissive of Rocky McCarthy.
“Personal abilities have their limits after all. This opportunity will never come again. Let's see how he takes these credits out of the examination room.”
Hear their voices.
Chloris laughed slightly.
“Cloriss, you think it's funny too, don't you?”
One of the chief students noticed Crolis's reaction and looked over. His eyes were full of desire for power and persistence in control.
“Yes, continue to work hard to create obstacles for him and let him show his prototype quickly.”
She said with a friendly smile.
No matter who interferes, there will be an announcement as if announcing it to the whole audience, which is equivalent to the real-name sponsorship of the interferer.
She was not the one who suffered anyway.
Protoss Royal Academy of Magic, South District.
After the Warcraft Training Classroom was cleaned up, nearly an hour and a half passed peacefully.
After the old man chased him out, Lan Qi seamlessly changed the symbols on the house number back.
Next, Lan Qi and Zestila stayed in this classroom, playing with the monsters like zoo keepers, feeding them from time to time and spending a leisurely time.
“Teacher, how should we pass the time next?”
Because it was too relaxed, Zestila was a little bit doubtful whether they were playing in a zoo or an animal-themed coffee shop, or whether they were engaged in an extremely dangerous and fast pursuit.
There are four more classes, which are too long.
The same method may not work the second time, and after the first class, some powerful students may attack as a second wave of hunters.
However.
After listening to Lan Qi, he just sat on the sofa chair, raised his glass, raised his head and took a calm sip, without being disturbed at all by the radiant and active Warcraft behind him.
“It's going to be over.”
He said with a smile.
This look of conviction made Zestila inexplicably feel like she was about to see Lan Qi's victory settlement animation.
(End of this chapter)
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