Quadruple split.

Chapter 105 Faraosis

Faraosis, the well-deserved strongest of the Chauvin Empire is not a genius...

In fact, sixty years ago, that is, when he was twenty-five years old, this dual-line sage was only a mid-level mage, which was already a remarkable achievement for Farah.

An ordinary family, an ordinary talent, an ordinary appearance, and an ordinary wisdom can only be ordinary.

No matter how dissatisfied with ordinary people, it is difficult to do anything in this situation, not to mention that Farah doesn't mind being ordinary, can not worry about food and clothing, can become a mage, and can use most of the Time was devoted to the study of various mysteries, and this kind of life was perfect for him.

He is not the kind of person who works very hard, nor is he the type who sharpens his head and wants to get ahead. If there are any strengths in Farah, it is probably his love for the history of magic and his self-discipline.

Farah, who was still a young man at the time, didn't like fighting and killing. Although he occasionally went to the Adventurer's Guild to pick up some simple escort or exploration tasks, it was mostly because he didn't have enough money to buy books...

Farah prefers to study its history and origin rather than how to effectively use magic in battle or in life. He regards it as an art rather than a weapon or tool.

Of course, among the countless mages in the Innocence Continent, there are not a few people who have the same thoughts and mentality as him. Simply put, they are academics.

These people are keen on research, analysis and tracing. Their strength may not be strong, but they are profound in theoretical knowledge. Compared with thinking about the attack range and lethality of fireball, these are more like spellcasters. Scholar guys tend to like to study more: the structure of fireball, the difference between fireball and water ball, the allusion of fireball, who is the first person to learn how to make a big fireball, etc...

But even in this category of people, Farah is not outstanding, and it can even be said to be slightly below average. The reason has already been mentioned before, it is just lack of talent.

But even so, at the age of thirty, he still relied on his enthusiasm to continuously collect, memorize, and master a large number of magic theories. After that, he felt very unambitious and felt that life had no regrets, and he was at ease in his hometown. An iron rice bowl was set up in a little-known town, responsible for teaching junior mages at the only local mage academy.

In the next three years, except for seeing off his elderly parents, he lived a fairly peaceful life. Every day he taught apprentices, gave pointers to junior mages, and read books. The most exciting experience was only when he Such a thing as receiving a red envelope of 1 gold coin before the exam...

Well, I still remember that after the exam, he returned the apprentice four silver coins and one copper plate, and then gave her fifty-nine points without hesitation.

If it continues to follow this trajectory, Faraosis will undoubtedly continue to spend the rest of his life mediocre, and in the process leave some works and theories that have no reference, and finally die in a hospital bed or rocking chair...

But things didn't go on like this. In Farah's fourth year of teaching, an inexplicable student appeared...

It was a dwarf who didn't speak very well... boy, he was an uncommon dwarf mage, and he didn't seem to be very skilled. His biggest achievement in half a year was in the course of magic theory taught by Farah. Handed in more than [-] blank papers.

"I just can't fool myself that my poor knowledge is true."

Facing Fala, who was a little annoyed because he suspected that he was deliberately targeting him, the dwarf mage shrugged helplessly: "After all, I am a spellcaster anyway."

"Really?" Farah, who was supposed to be furious, seemed very calm, but asked curiously: "Then what is right?"

The dwarf was a little surprised, because he didn't see any difficulty or anger in the eyes of the ordinary "mentor" in front of him, and those eyes that were not bright were actually full of curiosity.

"You don't look angry." The dwarf didn't immediately explain what is 'right', but asked with a smile, "Can you tell me why?"

"I have no reason to be angry. No matter how powerful a genius is, it is impossible to comprehend all the mysteries of magic, let alone a guy who is almost forty years old and has not yet advanced to a high-level mage." Farah spread his hands, He replied with a wry smile: "I always firmly believe that what I have seen is just the tip of the iceberg, and it may not be correct, so I don't think other people are wrong. Of course, if you can't give me a satisfactory answer... "

The middle-level mage named Faraosis suddenly laughed when he said this: "That's okay, as long as it's not provocative, I'm willing to accept no matter how clumsy the answer is and discuss it with you."

The dwarf, who was just a sorcerer's apprentice, suddenly laughed.

"You are a very ordinary mage, but the idea is quite interesting, so although I can't give you an answer that doesn't exist, but..."

The dwarf smacked his lips and seemed to be thinking about something.

"But how?" Fala asked, frowning, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

He suddenly felt that this little guy in front of him was playing tricks on him.

"But I may let you, who claim to have seen the tip of the iceberg, see what the real iceberg is."

The dwarf held out a hand smudged with magic dye...

A silver symbol floated on it, and the flickering light distorted slightly, and what distorted along with it was the space around the symbol.

"This is……"

Just as Farah was about to reach out, he found that neither the silver symbol nor the mage apprentice who had been standing in front of him since just now had disappeared.

There is only a faint sentence left in the air...

"If you think this is not a dream, then come to Tianzhu Mountain in the northwest of the mainland and tell the people there that you want to chat with 'Egger Constance'."

……

Three months later, Faraosis appeared on the second outer mountain of Tianzhu Mountain, and told the first person he met that he wanted to chat with the person surnamed Constance.

……

Six years later, Faraosis returned to his motherland, and his strength at that time was no longer what it used to be. As a great magister, he was proficient in space and arcane magic, and he even had a little bit of knowledge about astrology. Know a thing or two.

And as the representative of Tianzhu Mountain, the hidden power of him is several times stronger than that shown on the surface.

……

But he is still an ordinary person.

Farah has always believed that if other people have the same opportunities as him, then they will never be worse than himself.

It's just that I'm lucky enough...

No matter how many auras he has on him later, no matter how many people admire and worship him, he still feels this way.

It's just ordinary, it's really normal that I can only reach the level of an intermediate mage...

It's just ordinary, I got a chance like this, so it's really normal to be able to become a sage...

I am not a genius, nor will I erupt with any powerful force, and it is not considered hard work.

Protecting my motherland is only because I have the ability.

I want to maintain balance only because I am an agent.

Ordinary, do what you can, in fact, there is nothing extraordinary~
Whether it is a middle-level mage with limited talent, or an academic school who is not inferior, or a law god who guards the Chauvin Empire...or a representative who hides his identity.

It's not that different from elementary school students who can add and subtract single digits, or middle school students who can learn basic functions.

After all, Faraosis is too ordinary.

But today, it seems to be different...

……

The sky is roaring and the earth is trembling.

The old man with a broken arm in the sky raised his staff and roared loudly. Blood spouts burst out from his thin body, and then he was forcibly repaired by some kind of force, and then burst out again, and then repaired again. ...

"Is this the hole card..."

"Damn, this doesn't look like magic at all!"

"Ah, oh, let me face such an opponent who has no sense of beauty and is strong enough to foul, the master is really evil~"

Neither Marshal Galahat, Grand Duke Garros nor the summoned Clementine attacked, not because they didn't want to, but because the three of them couldn't get close to the old man in front of them even with all their strength. Even keeping yourself from being blown away by the sudden pressure is already very difficult!
And as the target of Farah's spellcasting at this time...

Mo's body was firmly suppressed in place, and the Fallen God Statue beside him that could increase resistance and reduce magic damage had no effect at all, and the mere existence of the huge magic circles on both sides was enough to make him His health dropped crazily at an extremely terrifying speed.

【It's just a prelude, the body seems to be crushed...】.
[All active skills are sealed, and the 'Summoning: Transposition' that has been cooled down cannot be used...]

[Judging by the growth rate of physical energy, I should be suffering very severe pain right now, maybe it has reached the level of being hit by a truck in reality, and this is a simulation after being weakened proportionally in the game pain……】

[Galahat and the others seem to have no way to interrupt the other party's spellcasting...]

[I can't even move a single finger, so I can't even take out the props from the luggage...]

【Sure enough, it's very powerful magic, it's perfect~】

Mo, whose whole body was gradually disintegrating, remained calm, and the pair of dark eyes under the mask did not show any pain or despair, but were filled with a touch of...joy.

[Come on, pour all your obsession into this blow, and then you won't have any regrets...]

Mo rolled his eyes with difficulty, meeting Farah's gaze in mid-air.

【bring it on! 】

……

"Are you still provoking?" Fala showed a faint smile, his robe was soaked into scarlet with blood, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and his whole body became a little illusory, as if his body was being manipulated by some kind of Energy' replaced General, and the situation was arguably equally dire.

But it doesn't matter...

[The me who is so ordinary will always be me who only does what is 'within my power', the me who has never made myself proud or proud! 】

The huge silver staff turned into little stardust in mid-air and fell apart.

【Being able to stand here is good for the motherland, for the faith, and for myself...】

The old man's mouth, ears, eyes, and nose spurted a lot of blood at the same time under the uncontrollable 'vanishing force'.

【Make an effort that is no longer ordinary, and do things that I will never be able to do in ordinary...】

"Falling... the passing away..."

[Even if this ordinary old life is buried here, even if there is still nothing to redeem, even if it is futile, I can still... 】

After vaguely reading the last word, Fala clenched his fists fiercely, staring at the pair of black eyes full of 'sin' and 'evil', neither joy nor sadness in his eyes.

【Proud! 】

Spell out more than 100% of your power!
[Start it! 】

"Pseudo-doomsday decisive battle!"

The old man spit out these few words silently...

Even the heaven and the earth have changed color because of this ordinary person all his life!

……

The rain is getting bigger and bigger.

Cordoba was running desperately, the crystal in his hand had turned pure black at this moment, and it was constantly releasing ominous mist...

"Damn it! What the hell happened!" Cordoba only felt cold all over his body. His ominous premonitions about various things are very accurate, and these premonitions are usually expressed in particularly refreshing forms such as a cold neck, a cold back, and cold hands and feet.

And even though Cordoba has habitually shivered since he started playing this rubbish game, the coolness he feels at this moment is completely different from the previous experiences...

[Even the time when Dad and Grandpa were detained for allegedly smuggling a large number of pornographic publications for profit was not so cool! ! 】

Actively activating the storm rune on the rune body, Cordoba ran like a wild dog to the cursed land that gradually became clear in the distance!

……

two minutes later
Under the acceleration of Cordoba regardless of the cost, he finally arrived at the central area of ​​Banser City.

The evil atmosphere pervading the cursed land has no effect on his rune creation. Cordoba decided to go straight to the huge magic circle that pierced the sky almost the moment he entered the city. If he guessed correctly, That is the so-called 'Great Backtracking Technique', which means that the agent named Farah is there!
but……

The moment he set foot in the central city, the crystal in his hand exploded directly, turning into a huge black beam of light soaring into the sky!

At the same time, a scarlet light suddenly appeared not far away, instantly piercing through the precarious figure in midair...

"It's really hard work on you, Your Excellency Fashen~"

Chapter [-]: The End
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