Chapter 625: horror story

Herlan is a well-known good student at Ruhrsk College of Higher Education, and her counselor’s request to go alone is of course agreed.

Where is the place to go?

Herlan and her friend Sansa followed the potion apprentice.
The road he chose was very hidden, like a labyrinth in the garden.
Unfamiliar outsiders at the Croshey School of Magic will definitely get lost in this way.
Herlan has quietly held the staff in her own hands, and if there is any unexpected situation, she can react in the first place.
"The path leading to the Yellow Tower."
The drug pharmacist White is like a thief at this time. Every time he walks, he looks around and keeps on checking if anyone is following them.
"Huang...the tall tower of the yellow clothes?" Sansha's voice looked a bit distorted.
"Small voice!"
After he signaled that Sansha remained quiet, he pushed open a decaying iron gate and entered the iron gate to be a weedy garden.
Herlan looked up and saw a tower that was far less magnificent than the Yellow Master's Mage Tower, but it was already the most visible building in the entire Croshere.
"White! I am not telling you to keep it secret here!"
A girl emerged from the flowers, and Herlan judged from her chest badge that she was a fourth-grade student of the order inscription department.
"This time the tutor who greeted the Ruhrsk School of Magic is the old witch. She always stares at me. It is only by these two that she gets rid of her."
White briefed the girl about Herlan and Sansa.
"This is our last survivor, Rorsk College, I hope you can inform."
"The last survivor... What happened here?"
Herlan followed the girl and walked deep into the garden, listening to her tone as if it were the last sanctuary at the end of the day.
Perhaps for Sansha, who is already thinking of the of the magic net, the world without the magic net is no different from the last day.
"Thirteen days ago, we lost our connection to the Magic Net. No matter where you are in Croshill, you can't connect to the Magic Network anywhere..."
Can you connect to the Magic Net after leaving Croshere in the afternoon?
Hurland listened to the girl's desperate tone, just prepared to tell her that the next side of Sansa first published her own opinion.
"It's a disaster." Sansha's voice is also full of awe.
"The enchantment blocked all the magic net signals, only here can we reconnect us to the magic net."
The girl came to the tower with Sansa and Herlan. When Herrland was about three or four meters from the wall of the tower, the signal on the magic net changed from gray to green again.

Only the yellow clothes can be used? This... isn’t this a single cut?!

Sansa looked up at the tall tower of the Yellows and wanted to loudly condemn the excessive behavior of the Yellows.
The use of Magic Net is the freedom of every Nolan citizen, and this rule will be written into the law of Nolan sooner or later.
"So we are plotting to overthrow this tyranny! Are you going to join Lurk?"
After seeing the insatiable expression of Sansha, the girl sent an invitation to Sansha. The next two hands were held together, as if they were comrades with more than ten years of deep friendship.
Herlan didn't want to participate in this revolution. She opened the Magic Net's newsletter reasonably and asked why Qiao Xiu was involved.
‘Crohill College has nothing to shield the enchantment of the magic net, I just let the tree of the world stop covering that area. ’
‘I’m Mr. Qiao Xiu, you’ve done...’
'very unhappy? ’
'No. ’
Herlan silently looked at Sansa and a group of apprentices who were hiding under the tower and opened the magic net, ready to enter the battlefield of the Holy Spirit.
Since the appearance of the 300,000-winning prize, the Holy Spirit is gradually eroding the time of the Nolans.
‘It’s still available at noon and night, that is, the period of their study will stop, and your college is expected to implement this system. ’
This briefing by Qiao Xiu makes Herlan's mood subtle and somewhat uncomfortable, even though she understands that this magic net ban is for her study.
Herrland's self-control ability, which is called a master, is hard to resist the temptation of the magic net.
"You have no classes today?" Herlan asked.
There are a total of five apprentices under the high wall belonging to Croshere, each holding a wooden table and wooden chair.
From the point of view of workmanship, they seem to be self-made by themselves. They put the wooden and wooden chairs along the high wall and took out the original spar mouse.
"Class? We don't have time now." The girl replied to Herlan.
The reason for not having time is to run around the college’s watch tower to play the magic net?
"White is coming! I have entered the hero selection!"
"The first hero chose the bishop!"
Not that Herlan expected, the games played by the five apprentices were the Holy Spirit.
Herlan can be keenly aware of the change of atmosphere, even if they are now carrying inferior wooden tables and wooden chairs, sitting under the moss-filled corner...
It was the intense dialogue and exchange between them that made Herlan a battle meeting on the eve of the war.
"They participated in the Holy Spirit Open and the team is the Croshes."
From the girl, Sansa heard that they are not ordinary Holy Spirit players, and each of them is a master with an average score of more than 5,000.
"They participated in the competition?"
Herlan looked at Sansa's magic net vision strangely, and Shansha entered the live broadcast of the Croshes team against the White Flower Team.
In the picture they have chosen the hero to enter the battlefield directly.
The qualifiers were a direct game, so the five apprentices were very nervous and kept talking with their teammates.
Herlan sat quietly and looked at them. The five of them were perfect on the battlefield of the Holy Spirit, but the enemy was not weak... the battle was in a state of glue until more than 20 minutes.
"You can start the team battle directly! My final skills are cool!"
"The black hook is fast with the anchor! Don't grab it, seal off the retreat of the opposite shudder."
Their communication is directly louder, just like being on the battlefield, a general who is in charge of the army.
"Sansha..."
Herrland felt the sight of her between the vagueness, she looked up and found the source of sight...
"Don't talk...Herland, the winner is in this group battle!" Sansa seems to be a member of them.
"Yellow clothes are coming," Herlan said in a complicated tone.
"Even if our college gown is coming, there is no... what?!" Sansha suddenly responded. She first glanced at Herlan and looked up again.
The yellow-shirters were standing above the tower and staring at them with anger.