Durin's Diary

Chapter 180: It's been a long time since we had a fight

Old Ish was still worried.

He quietly slipped out of the ring, walked around the alley for a while with his hood pulled up, and finally found the gate of the academy.

I'll just take a look. Even if my great grandson gets beaten, I won't fight him.

After admonishing himself like this, Old Ish walked quickly to the front door. Old Enrique was leaning on the fence of the second-floor terrace of the guard room smoking a cigarette, so he walked over - he really didn't dare to go over to the scene with three layers of walls inside and outside.

Old Ish from the Elsh family hates to see his grandson with a bruised face.

"I knew you, an old man, couldn't bear it. Have a cigar. Your grandson asked the druid to make lung-clearing cigars. Even I, an old smoker, think it's good." Old Enrique smiled and opened the cigarette box in his hand.

It was much bigger than a cigarette, but since it was made by his own grandson, Old Yixu still picked one up.

"Pinch off the cigarette butt yourself. If you don't have the strength, you can use scissors, but I don't think you will need it." Old Enrique gestured.

Old Ish used his fingernails to cut the cigarette tail smoothly.

Igniting it with arcane magic, he glanced at the scene with a guilty conscience.

"Don't act like a young wife. Your grandson is a real fighter. He just carried away the 47th academy student and is now battling the third graders. He didn't even use magic to attack the first and second graders. He just grabbed a World Tree staff from the academy and swept them across." Old Enrique exclaimed, "Amazing! Did you see that? He just dodged the Pyroblast. What kind of physical reaction is that!"

Old Ish had also seen it by this time. His eldest grandson dodged a pyroblast. If it weren't for the instructors who had built an anti-magic wall around him, this blast would have knocked over many children.

"He has loved playing and running around since he was little. After awakening the Candle Dragon, his health is much better than his grandmother's."

"She woke up late and suffered a lot. But Dulin is different. I've seen all the good things you've given him since he was little." Old Enrique said, sighing, "You're too principled. It's not like you don't have sons. Those few..."

"That's enough. After all these years, don't you understand my way of dealing with people? If I adopted those children, how could I explain this to their parents? A man without integrity cannot stand. If I did that, I would be no different from an animal." After saying this, Old Ish watched his grandson knock the boy who dared to cast a spell to the ground with a stick. He smiled and said, "There's nothing wrong with Durin. My daughter's child can also inherit my legacy. With him, the Elsh family will surely prosper."

"That's true." Old Enrique raised his eyebrows. "The third-grade prefects have arrived. It seems that after so many beatings, these kids have finally realized that competing with dragons in physical strength is a betrayal of their intelligence."

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Watching the child knocked down by his stick being carried away by the adults from the academy's medical team, Du Lin was very satisfied with the stick in his hand - the wood of the World Tree. He didn't expect that there was such a real wonder in this world. In Du Lin's world, the World Tree had lost most of its extraordinary powers.

But here, even if such a stick is hit on the opponent's head, it will only cause temporary dizziness at most, and will not cause any actual damage.

So Du Lin made the move with confidence.

The guy coming up now, those guys call him the prefect, he should be in the third grade, you better be careful.

Daju issued a warning.

Du Lin nodded in his heart.

The young man gritted his teeth and came up to take a photo of himself to express his blessing.

A blessing that increases strength and agility. Boy, he’s holding a wooden sword. This is the style of a battle mage. I didn’t expect it to exist in this world.

Very normal.

Du Lin thought about this and raised his hand: "I want to change a weapon."

That was no problem, and Du Lin’s request was quickly met. However, when Du Lin expressed his desire for a wooden mace, the instructor became a little confused.

They had never seen a weapon like the mace that originated from the East.

"Inject your will into the World Tree in your hand, and it will automatically transform into the weapon you want." At this time, someone from the mentor team spoke.

Du Lin shuddered. The spectrum analyzer didn't produce any results, but I think it sounds like the Primordial Creator. Are you truly his illegitimate child?

Aren't you afraid that he will pull out your CPU if you talk nonsense?

Du Lin complained while injecting his will into the stick in his hand.

Just as he thought, the long stick quickly turned into a wooden mace.

The wooden mace is still a mace. With 22 strength in hand, Du Lin is fearless.

After confirming that there is no problem, the duel will resume.

The guy opposite used a flash of light and then rushed over with a sword raised.

·He has guts, but something is wrong. Why is he so confident in himself?

Du Lin used his mace to block and was somewhat surprised to find that if his strength was not 22, he would have suffered a loss.

I detected a problem with his belt, with a magical aura.

It should be an ogre belt, and the style should be high-end, adding six strengths. The blessing he just gave was just a cover-up, and this is the real killer move.

Du Lin quickly determined the guy's real purpose - the blessing and the power of the belt would not be superimposed. The reason why he used the blessing was to make Du Lin misjudge the strength.

If Du Lin still only had 11 strength, he would not have been able to withstand that blow just now, and there would have been a bump on his head.

But it's okay. Du Lin now has 22 strength. He parried several times like flowing water and dodged his thrusts. Du Lin exerted force to directly deflect his sweep, and then hit the boy's arm with the mace in his hand.

The gap between strength and physique was too big, and the boy's bones were broken by Du Lin on the spot.

He wanted to struggle, but Du Lin had already retreated - the mentor had already raised the white flag.

This meant that the child's mentor had admitted defeat on behalf of his apprentice, and the adults from the medical team came up and held up the boy who was still trying to fight with Du Lin and walked out.

Dulin turned his head to look at Anta - the girl was standing there, looking at Dulin with pride.

On the contrary, the girls around her were all crazy about her.

Don't come and make trouble. The boys in your college just saw me as an ordinary enemy, but now they see me as their mortal enemy and all of them want to stab me.

Just as he was thinking this, Du Lin discovered that someone else had come on the court.

The third grade monitor is just so-so. I guess the next one to come up should be the fourth grader.

Du Lin turned his head while thinking.

Then he raised his head and looked at the clothes rack in front of him with a dull expression... "Oh my God, you are so tall."

How can he not be tall at 1.95 meters? Is this guy also in the fourth grade?

The big orange bird made a sharp explosion.

"I am a half-elf who accidentally awakened my elven bloodline. In fact, I am only fifteen years old and the deputy head of the fourth grade." Du Lin believed him as soon as he opened his mouth - this kid is still in the voice change period.

·Fuck, I’m not lying. I’m convinced. The other world is really awesome.

Daju stopped complaining.

(End of this chapter)