Great Inland Lake--The largest freshwater lake here is embedded in the Panda Continent like Feicui, and the territories of various countries are like stars surrounding the lake.
The pointed dome of the Magic Academy casts a reflection on the lake. It is only more than ten kilometers away from Ravenstern City on the north shore. Whenever the moon is full, the projections of the city's main tower and the college bell tower can touch in the center of the lake.
The six-story obsidian Gothic building has mithril runes flowing on its surface, and the three stacked defensive formations make the entire academy appear like a mirage.
Some fishermen once witnessed the college tower transforming into the form of a hundred-headed dragon during a thunderstorm, and the lightning dancing between its scales did not go out for three days.
If a fisherman approaches accidentally, he will lose his way under the influence of the magic circle and will either be automatically sent back a certain distance or be pushed away by the waves.
This hidden formation provides a solid guarantee for the safety of the Magic Academy.
What's more, Magic Academy has more than twenty top warlocks and hundreds of warlock apprentices resident inside.
Moreover, some of the warlocks trained by the academy are serving as royal warlocks and other magic-related positions in various countries on the mainland.
Therefore, the relationship between the college and various countries is intricate, and no one is willing to easily provoke Magic Academy, who has never been keen on participating in government affairs.
Three blackbirds landed lightly on the window sill on the third floor, curiously tilting their heads and observing the human interactions in the classroom.
Their chirping sounds were intertwined with the discussions of the apprentices in the classroom.
The light shines through the colored glass windows, forming colorful light and shadow, making the entire classroom look like a dream.
The teacher of the Summoning Department, Vigo, held a stainless steel staff and stood steadily on the podium.
Under the stage, a group of young sorcerer apprentices were sitting attentively. Everyone was paying close attention, staring closely at the action of Vigo waving the staff in his hand, for fear of missing any detail.
"Children," Vigo said slowly while waving his staff, "Summoning spells are extremely advanced and challenging knowledge. They can use the power of elements to transcend the boundaries of time and space and summon other creatures before our eyes."
"Today, I am going to summon a terrible creature for you!"
He pointed the staff forward and muttered something. Starlight suddenly burst out from the tip of the staff. His shadow split into Three Heads and Six Arms demonic form in the purple magic circle, and returned to normal the moment the vortex formed.
In front of the light, a rotating vortex gradually formed, and the surrounding scene was distorted. A strong wind roared past. The apprentices quickly pressed their textbooks with their hands, while opening their eyes wide, staring closely at the vortex, and their breathing became rapid.
I saw the purple whirlwind spinning faster and faster, and at a certain moment it suddenly dispersed, followed by a slight croaking sound.
The air was suddenly filled with the unique smell of humid swamps, and with the sound of slime dripping, a green creature half as tall as a man crashed to the ground.
The sorcerer apprentices stared dumbfoundedly at this 'terrible creature', its cheeks bulging and flattening, its round eyes looking around curiously.
"See, this is the power of the summoning spell."
Vigo explained with a smile, "You can summon various creatures, even monsters, from different spaces.
My bullfrog was summoned from a small island in the south.
Everyone should remember that powerful summoning power contains dangers, and it can get out of control if you are not careful."
His expression became serious, and he glanced at every apprentice.
"Never go to the library to study some forbidden spells for summoning Abyss demons or deep-sea monsters. Once those beings are summoned, they will not obey your orders like a bullfrog."
Having said this, he gently tapped the bullfrog's head with his staff and said, "Go and stand at the door."
"Quack, quack", the bullfrog jumped twice and walked backwards to the classroom door.
"Well, today's class will be over soon. Do any of you want to eat fresh bullfrog?"
The apprentices shook their heads. The brown-haired and freckled girl Xiao Ai stood up abruptly. The heavy "Illustrated Guide to Summoned Species" slipped from her knees, and the parchment pages flipped in the flow of magic energy:
"Professor! Last time you froze the snow rabbit into an ice sculpture and said it was to teach you the preservation spell, but the kitchen manager gave us trouble for three days!"
"You are still young and don't understand the hidden truth in my words, then... goodbye, Mr. Bullfrog."
Vigo then gently took off the non-existent hat on his head with his other hand, made a gentleman's salute to the bullfrog, and touched the bullfrog's head with the staff, and the purple whirlwind surrounded the bullfrog.
After two "croaks", the big guy who was shaking with fear disappeared from everyone's sight in the whirlwind.
Vigo finally reminded these students, "Summoning spells must be practiced frequently. It is best to go to a quiet place to practice in teams of two. The order of the syllables of the spell must not be wrong and must be remembered."
"I understand, thank you Professor Vigo."
The apprentices applauded.
When subtle ripples of magic appeared in the applause, the apprentices discovered that there was an extra figure in the last row.
The mithril hair crown was shining with starlight under the light and shadow of the colored window. There were three constantly reorganized Flames runes floating between the middle-aged woman's folded hands - this was her habit when listening to lectures.
Dean Mary - She is now nearly 400 years old. Her growth has not only accumulated a wealth of experience for her, but she is also the only high-level warlock in Continent of Pendor who can cast spells without chanting spells.
The only one in thousands of years.
At this time, a twelve or thirteen-year-old apprentice wearing a mage hat raised a question:
"Professor Vigo, when can I take your Taijutsu course again? I think I am not only suitable to become a warlock, but also a stick master."
"Just wait, I won't be free until a few days later."
Vigo's voice became smaller and smaller, and then he slapped the desk again, "The course is over, get out of class is over."
These twelve or thirteen-year-old apprentices cheered loudly, put their books under their arms and walked toward the door. When they approached the door, they respectfully greeted Magic Academy the most distinguished woman, "Goodbye, Dean Mary!"
"Goodbye, little ones." Mithril runes flowed in Mary's pupils. When she smiled, the crown in her hair would automatically tighten and relax.
After these people left, Dean Mary and Vigo walked out of the room together. They passed through the lounge on the third floor and stepped onto a long corridor.
On the walls on both sides of the corridor, there are huge and mysterious paintings hanging. The characters in the paintings are all famous sages in the Magic Academy history.
Between the portraits, there are energy stones of different shapes that exude a profound light and outline a dream-like light and shadow.
As the two walked along the corridor, a crisp laughter and the sound of objects colliding came from the front.
Looking around, two young sorcerer apprentices, no more than eight or nine years old, were playing with the small cups in their hands in the corner.
They raised their hands slightly, muttered something in their mouths, and concentrated on performing the levitation technique, making the small cups fly freely in the air.
Under their control, the cup sometimes rotated rapidly and sometimes flew up and down.
The round-faced apprentice was so suppressed that the tips of his ears were red, and his cup was twisting in the air:
"I am the man who wants to be the Summoner of Sea... Turtles!"
The cup that suddenly lost control hit the frame of the portrait, causing the sage's beard to curl up in shock.
"Humph, what's so great about that? My cup can do somersaults!"
Not to be outdone, another tall and thin apprentice manipulated the cup and hit it directly against the sage in another painting.
A translucent film suddenly appeared in front of the struck portrait, covering the angry face of the white-bearded old man in the painting.