Chapter 211 210: Fairy Tales and the Person of Pursueing Fairy Tales
Morgan's magical talent is indeed very powerful.
Although it was the first time to learn magic, magic like Avadasauri did not stump her. She had just spent a few hours of practice to initially control this powerful black magic.
Of course Ian's contribution is due to this, but more of it is because of the talent of Morgan. He likes hunting since he was a child and can easily be transformed into a necessary condition for the life-seeking curse. "This is really amazing." Little Morgan looked down at the hare that she had killed with magic. In front of the cold corpse, she was not only not panic at all but a little excited.
The nature of a bad woman has emerged.
"Remember, don't let murderous intent control you, but you control your own murderous intent. This is very important. It is an important criterion for measuring whether a wizard controls black magic or is controlled by black magic."
Ian also reminded him at the right time. After all, not everyone can be like him, born immune to all the side effects that will bring about black magic. "Okay, I remember."
Little Morgan seemed extremely well-behaved.
You don't need to guess that it's a disguise of a bad boy.
Ian looked at the mound of mugs that buried dozens of "wizards" by Morgan, and then looked at Morgan who was still unsatisfied. He felt that it was too early and he might be able to teach some things.
"You have mastered the life-seeking curse," Ian said lightly with his hands on his back, "Now, I want to teach you another spell-this is the tradition of our genre."
He looked at the more than ten mounds, wanting to promote his own magic that no one appreciates in Hogwarts. Perhaps the advantage of apprentices is that they can shape the apprentices' aesthetics of magic.
"Yeah!"
Little Morgan's eyes widened, with curiosity and excitement in her eyes, and her cheeks were slightly red from the excitement. Hearing Ian's words, the young witch quickly nodded vigorously.
"I want to learn! I want to inherit the tradition! What kind of magic is it? Is it also black magic?" Her curly hair swayed in the wind, and her tone was filled with the unique childishness. "Strictly speaking, it is indeed considered black magic, but compared to ordinary magic, this type of magic is more morally harmful and often has the characteristics of harming the family." "Well, this is a new magic category I created, and maybe it should be called the Nine Clan Magic." Ian talked freely, feeling that he had the attitude of establishing a sect.
"Nine Clan Magic?"
Little Morgan was a little confused after hearing this. "Yes, this kind of magic requires that if you don't take action, you will be harmed by your ancestors and descendants. Just like the life-seeking curse just now, I have already opened up a way to trace your bloodline." "But that's not the magic you can learn now. At least you have to wait until my age to learn it. The magic I want to teach you now belongs to the entry-level nine-class magic."
The twelve-year-old wizard raised his hand and gently waved the wand in his hand. With his movements, the soil in the grave began to loosen, and a pale hand stretched out from the ground, followed by the second and third... dozens of corpses crawled out of the grave and stood shakingly in front of them.
Little Morgan widened his eyes and took a step back subconsciously. But Ian didn't care and continued to wave his wand. The corpses suddenly began to twist, and their movements gradually became smoother from stiffness, even with some strange rhythm. Their arms were waving and their legs were intertwined, as if they were dancing a weird dance.
"The magic of controlling corpses?"
Little Morgan swallowed, feeling very disgusted with the rotten dead people. After all, they were all people who had ordered them to be buried in. She was also a little worried that the corpses would still remember the hatred during their lifetime.
Of course.
This kind of worry is purely redundant.
Corpses are just corpses, no longer have their souls, and it is even more impossible to keep memories. No matter how frustrated they die, they are quite happy to dance under Ian's control.
"This is an advanced version of the corpse control curse - the dance spell. It not only makes the corpse move, but also gains excellent control over the corpse, and does what normal corpse control curse cannot do."
Ian explained his advanced magic.
"For example, dancing?"
Little Morgan felt enlightened.
She looked at dozens of corpses dancing differently, and she could probably feel how meticulous Ian was in control of the corpses. Such control power would definitely be very effective if used for combat. Dozens of warriors who don’t know how to be timid, tired, and pain can be considered very powerful combat power.
"Not only that, the power of this spell is that it is not only a simple control of the corpse, but also an ultimate use and control of human nature."
Ian seemed to be showing off his magic.
Before little Morgan asked.
He was already controlling dozens of corpses and making different sounds.
"Ah! Mom! Mom! I'm in such a pain!"
"Hug me! Dear! Hug me!"
"Sister! Brother! Where are you? Have you seen my head?"
...
...
The different voices were shrill and miserable, and mixed with creepy wails. Little Morgan's scalp was numb, and he finally understood what it means to control human nature.
She couldn't imagine how powerful a person would be to use such a method in the enemy's ancestral grave to let the enemy see his parents and ancestors wailing like this.
It can be called a mental pollution! Ordinary people are afraid that their mentality will collapse in an instant! Sure enough, my teacher was a serious black magic master, the evil wizard who could not be more evil - Morgan's science was greatly shocked, and he had a deep understanding of the tradition of the genre. The evil seemed to be the characteristic of his own genre. "So amazing!"
The young witch exclaimed.
The little wizard finally found the person who knew the goods.
Not everyone can understand his art of black magic.
"You can see that this magic is very powerful, you are also very powerful!" Ian happily blew each other, and then he began to teach Xiao Morgan the dance spell in an extremely meticulous way.
He already has his own small class and is very skilled in teaching the little wizard. Moreover, the talent of Morgan is more than a little stronger than the talent of the classmates in his small class.
Soon.
After more than an hour.
Morgan can simply control a corpse. Although he can't dance as smooth as the corpse controlled by Ian, he can already make the corpse jump into space steps under Ian's guidance.
Such an achievement.
Morgan was both excited and filled with a sense of accomplishment. Even the little resistance to the rotten corpse was gone at the beginning. He even despised the legs of the corpse she controlled were too short, so he took off the legs of the other corpses and put them on the corpse she controlled. If Ian had not stopped her, she would have tried to cut off the other corpses and inserted them into the same face.
"We are controlling corpses, not creating Cthulhu..." Ian looked at the young witch who was still unsatisfied. He knew that this girl must be a witch born to immerse herself in this kind of research.
I am really a bad woman from my childhood. "What is Cthulhu?" Xiao Morgan, who touched the blind spot of knowledge, showed a full-minded expression. Her eyes were shiny at Ian in front of her.
"Uh, how do you say it? Wait for me, I'll deal with some trouble first." While considering the words, Ian walked under a tree and lifted his feet and stepped on it in the shade.
"Ah!"
Screams came from the shadows under the shade. "You stepped on my tail!"
The voice was both panicked and a little painful. I saw a twisted shadow at Ian's feet. I wanted to break free, but I was stepped on to the ground by Ian's feet.
"Hide aside and peep, it's quite hidden. If the sun hadn't moved a few times, you didn't move at all, I could hardly find someone peeping at my...the secret technique of the sect."
Ian looked down at the shadow under his feet in surprise. He could feel that this shadow was just a magic, but he felt the breath of life in this magic.
Is it magical activation?
Or some creatures hide in the disguise and protection of magic? Faced with the unknown, the little wizard showed curiosity, and he squatted down and grabbed the shadow in the shade of the tree.
He grabbed a ball of black and bubble-like things in his hand. The shadow was not warm, but Ian couldn't tell which type of magic it was.
The shadow was twisting hard.
Ian directly pinched it into a ball and slapped it hard on the ground a few times.
The life in it suddenly screamed in panic. "It shouldn't be like this! You shouldn't touch me!" The shadow that struggled hard was shocked. After several struggles failed, it immediately exclaimed incredible surprise.
"Under normal circumstances, your magical package will indeed put you in between existence and non-existence, but who told you to meet a wizard like me who defeats you?"
Ian also saw something. He was right, with paradoxical authority over him, and the "Schrödinger's state" had no effect on him at all.
"Let me go! Let me go! I have no malice! I just passed by... Yes! Just passed by!" Shadow begged for mercy wildly, and the current situation was completely beyond his expectations. Since he was now caught in the hands of the evil little wizard and was passive, the Duke assigned it to him, of course he would not dare to disclose it if he was beaten to death. "Sorry, I've spyed on my secret method. What's this called? I think about it, yes, I've already had the way to die." After studying for a while, Ian tried to peel off the shadow in his hand and see what was hidden inside. His common sense sexual behavior immediately caused the shadow to scream. "No! You can't do this! I have a big force! There is a big background! There is someone above you! You must want to provoke a powerful force that you can't afford to provoke!"
Shadow attempts to intimidate the little wizard.
What a coincidence.
What the little wizard is most afraid of is intimidation.
He is not even a person from this era. When he finds a time converter and pats his butt, he will leave. What does the most powerful force in this era have to do with him, a person from more than a thousand years later?
Besides. "Sorry, there are people on you, but I...no one is already there." Ian was not expanding again. As a legendary wizard, there was indeed no one above him.
The movements in the hand did not stop.
Morgan also came up at this time. "What is this?"
She didn't seem to know what had been with her since she was a child. It was probably because the other party's disguise was indeed secret enough, and even Ian would not have discovered it if he had not been careful.
"It's not a serious thing anyway." When Ian responded, he was still peeling off the shadow shell layer by layer. The shell of this thing was layer after layer like an onion.
"I am a good person! Good person! She is protected by the great gods! She is the incarnation of the story! The protagonist in the fairy tale! The messenger of love and peace is destined to spread to this world!"
Although the guy in the shadow is still panicked, it is still vigorously refuting Ian's view of it, and a series of self-introductions are directly shocked by the little Morgan.
"The protagonist in the fairy tale?"
She was a little surprised. The same goes for Ian.
"Huh?"
The little wizard was immediately attracted by interest. He knew that many fairy tales did exist, but it was really unexpected that he could encounter such things again in a living world.
"How to prove it?"
Ian paused the movement in his hand.
This made life in the shadow breathe a little relieved.
"Have you heard the story of the tortoise and hare racing?" It lowered its voice and asked Ian a question, as if it was about to explain its identity and prove to Ian that it was indeed an amazing existence. "Well, the turtle and the rabbit raced, the rabbit lost to the turtle, right? You said you are the turtle in this story?" Ian looked at the other party's difficult-to-peel shell and guessed.
"No."
Life in the shadow responded.
"Then are you a rabbit?"
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This is a guess from Morgan Xiao’s interjection.
But it was also exchanged for the negative answer of life in the shadow. "I'm not a rabbit either, I didn't participate in this competition."
Its voice was a little hoarse.
"Play us?"
Ian raised his eyebrows when he heard this and began to peel off the other party's shell again. Such actions immediately made the other party panic again and beg for mercy. "I said, I said, I was the big bad wolf who watched the show next to me when the tortoise and hare raced... You must have heard my story. I was the one who was beaten to the top by Little Red Riding Hood since childhood!"
It hurriedly explained its identity.
"..."
Ian was speechless.
This is different from the fairy tales he has heard. Moreover, the big bad wolf is the big bad wolf, what is the tortoise and hare racing? Is this a life of being embarrassed to say that he was chased by Little Red Riding Hood?
"I don't believe it."
He still felt that the things in the shadow were fooling him. How could the characters in the fairy tale become so weird? The things inside should be something extremely evil.
"I am such a big bad wolf! I have the identity certificate given by Cinderella!" The shadow was trembling violently, as if the life inside was trembling.
"You can't expose me to the world, otherwise..." It spoke in a fierce tone, but before he finished speaking, he was suddenly disturbed by an uninvited guest. "Sorry, can you give me what you have in your hands? I have been searching for them for a long time." The sound was as clear and pure as a stream flowing in a valley.
The tone is also gentle and polite, making people feel like they are bathed in spring breeze. I saw a man slowly walking out of the jungle, wearing a snow-white robe and smiling gently in the sun.
His steps were light without a trace of sound, as if he was walking on an invisible path. The sun seemed to prefer him in particular, and put a light layer of golden light on him.
"Huh?"
Ian looked at the other person's face. The other person's high nose was covered with deep eyes, and his pupils seemed to contain the light of stars, and sometimes there was a silver glimmer.
This is a man with outstanding appearance, and a tall man of about 1.8 meters. His handsome face shows a soft taste, and it can even be said that he is not inferior to Ian's appearance.
This makes the little wizard always feel familiar.
"Witch?"
Little Morgan hid behind Ian silently.
"Yes, wizard, I think so are you." The visitor looked at the corpses still standing there, his eyes calmly, and then turned his head and stared at Ian's hand. "Please rest assured that I respect the inheritance of any kind of wizard. What attracted me was not the corpse, but the mystery hidden in history represented by the things in your hands."
The man's voice was gentle, with a magical magnetism.
It was at this moment. "Quick! Run! Run! Run! Take me and Morgan!" The shadow suddenly made a sharp explosion, not only with horror, but also with a trembling fear.
"Are you afraid of him or not?"
The little wizard could clearly feel the fear of the shadow.
The shadow did not respond.
The man in white robe smiled softly. "I think it's afraid I should." His hands were long and fair, and his fingers were slender, as if they had never been stained with dust. A powerful force faintly emerged from his body.
"It is a rude thing for me to not reveal my identity to you. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Merlin Ambroseus... a wizard who may be a bit famous." The man's gentle voice seemed to have a deep power in the hearts of the people, and the name he revealed was indeed shocking enough.
"What!?"
After hearing this, little Morgan's pupils shrank, revealing an incredible expression of horror. She grabbed the corner of Ian's clothes, and could see that her emotions were surging extremely violently.
After all.
According to power.
The legendary wizard in front of him is loyal to the opposite of her family.
"Exciting!" Ian couldn't help but widen his eyes. It is unknown whether the shadow was the big bad wolf in the fairy tale, but the person in front of him was definitely a legend of living.
No one dares to impersonate the king of wizards in this era. "Can you hand me what you have in your hands? Of course, I will pay you enough rewards. You can ask me any confusion about magic in your heart." "As long as you speak, I can teach you all the knowledge you need." Merlin's tone was soft. He was obviously pretending to compete, but he did have the qualifications to compete.
Just when Ian was about to speak. "Teacher... I have gems as big as a human head! Three!" Morgan suddenly took out all the gold coins on his body and the precious jewelry on his body, and stuffed them into Ian's pocket. "Ah?"
The little wizard was a little surprised.
When I turned my head, I saw Morgan's expectant eyes in his arms.
at this time.
Silence is better than sound.
The words he said last night rang in his ears - the gold coins are in place, and the Merlin is useless. It seems that my newly accepted apprentice really takes this casual pretense seriously!
"Three gems as big as a human head?"
Ian swallowed.
He swears.
The magic wand really flew into his hands.
"Make a bet."
The little wizard looked up at the legend in front of him.
"Oh?"
Merlin looked at the little wizard with an interesting look.
"Do you want to challenge me? Boy." Merlin saw the wand in Ian's hand, and he smiled and his eyes narrowed into a slit, obviously having some bad taste.
"I need a time converter."
Ian made a reasonable excuse for himself.
Gemstone?
Just a handy one.
He always has to win twice by himself when he is in a guaranteed manner. "Is the time converter... Well, you can see that you are not a local." Meilin raised his eyebrows, and he was also quite interested in the people who dared to challenge him. "No problem." He responded with a definite response.
"Dare to challenge the legends in the world, this courage is enough to make you become in the future..." Merlin looked at the little guy in front of him, and he was just about to express his appreciation for Ian.
However.
The next moment.
He felt a huge magic power emerging from Ian.
There is also the power that is unique to legend.
"Damn!"
Merlin's hands trembled.
This wizard, who has always been proud of entering the legendary ranks in his twenties.
At this moment... I was really confused.
(This chapter ends)