Lot also had a young face. The reason why the wizard invited Burris first, instead of Lott next to him, was because Lot looked confused and bored, and didn't seem to understand magic analysis... The wizards suspected that he was sent by an irresponsible mentor. New students to recharge. In Wuta Peninsula, few teachers are willing to pay attention to pure freshmen, and everyone is only willing to communicate with people who have a certain foundation.

"Will your magic immunity affect this?" Burris reminded Lott in a low voice when he got out of his seat. If Lott can't be teleported in full view, the wizards will definitely detect the problem.

Lott replied triumphantly: "Did you forget, my magic immunity is very flexible."

Yes, his immunity is very unreasonable, and whether it can take effect is basically up to him. After all, he is a demigod. Burris wanted to say something, Lot had already walked quickly to the podium.

The three wizards let Lot and Burris stand on both sides of the demo board, a few steps apart.

"I'm going to start," said the mage who seemed to be named Handel. "This is the meeting room of the first training tower. I will send these two people to the pantry next door. The distance is very close. You can see it soon. To the effect."

The new technique is really fast, the traditional technique takes a long time to prepare, and Handel only takes a few seconds. Burris thought, this is a test of skill and accuracy of the preliminary calculations. It seems "simplified", but in fact there are many more things that require precise arrangements.

Handel simultaneously threw two additional force fields with instant teleportation, which were dropped at the feet of Burris and Lott respectively. Lott saw only interesting patterns that flashed brilliance, but what Burris noticed were spells that were automatically calculated in the patterns...

"and many more!"

He was shocked, shouting and raising his hand to release the spell...Unfortunately, it was too late, and both he and Lott disappeared instantly.

Handel smiled with satisfaction: "Everyone has seen the effect, it is so fast and accurate. Now the two of them are in the pantry next door. Anna, call them back."

The other mage nodded, turned and left the meeting room. Within a few seconds, she came back with a dazed expression: "They are not here..."

"Not?" Handel also walked out.

The little apprentice with flax hair and the silly apprentice with black hair were not next door. Handel yelled a few times, and there was silence in the wide corridor, but a student who was in charge of guiding the way, stuck his head out of the corner. Handel described the two to him, and the students said they hadn't seen them at all.

The mages panicked. Everyone knows the dangers of teleporting spells. What's more, they don't use mature old technology, but a new and improved method of casting. If you can see failure—for example, the subject stays in place, or wants to go to the pantry but goes to the corridor, it means that things are not bad... and now, this kind of invisible failure is the most important thing. scary.

The half-elf Greendir who spoke just now stood up and told everyone not to panic. They should immediately start the probe to search the nearby area, and recheck each spell node to find the problem.

The two apprentices could not be found in the ball, and there was no trace of them on the Five Towers Peninsula. The three wizards handed over all the records of the casting process, and cast another spell on the open space on the spot, letting several older wizards and Glindil look for faults together.

"Who brought the apprentices of the two people who were sent away?" Handel asked in a low voice.

"Master Burris Gelshaw's apprentice." A middle-aged mage next to him answered.

"Geershaw? Isn't that one of our school directors... Has he come for this summit?"

"He didn't come. Those old wizards don't like to go out. Do you know that one of the two apprentices is called Kreve, he may be..."

Handel suddenly realized: "Kreve! I have heard of him! I heard that it was Master Gershaw and a female student in her sixties..."

The middle-aged mage frowned and shook his head: "Don't mention this, you just understand."

After a while, Greendir, the half-elf, came over. With his sleeves up and his face sullen, he seemed to be in a very sad mood: "Mr. Handel, answer one of my questions. Is your mathematical foundation good?"

"It's okay..." Handel is not guilty, his basic subjects are good.

"In that case, why do you still make such a low-level mistake?" Greendier said, "When preparing the spell in advance, you need to add data representing the distance of the spell in the spell. If you have not learned the basic math, why do you Mark the wrong decimal point?"

Handel was stunned, slowly covering his mouth like a squirrel holding an acorn.

Greendir said: "Also, I found a new way of marking distance in the spell. You didn't use the arcane conversion characters of the traditional magic circle, but directly used the arcane text to write the unit name. The three of you are doing research together, who came up with this idea?"

The mage named Anna raised his hand: "It's me..."

"Your method simplifies the process of casting spells, but it also weakens the safety of the spell. Once it makes a mistake, it will not stop due to contradictions in the arcane characters, but will diverge the spell anyway. I just mentioned it today. Well, one of the reasons why teleportation spells in ancient times were prone to tragic failures was that the wizards at that time used arcane texts directly in the spells instead of using the safer, self-correcting functions that were later invented. Conversion character."

Anna nodded knowing the mistake. Greendir looked at the third person in the trio again, a mage with a bright back.

"I found traces of alteration in Anna's arcane text. The technique is different from hers. Who did it?"

"I..." Sure enough, the back-to-back mage replied.

"Why are you making changes?"

"Because I found that she was inaccurate in one of her expressions. At that time, she was busy with other things, so I helped her to correct it. I communicated with her about this..."

The half-elf's expression became more and more painful: "Then, obviously you haven't communicated enough. You directly corrected the wrong distance unit."

As he said, he drew two patterns in the air: "This, represents a tenth of a yard. And this, represents a nautical mile. Do you think these two symbols are very similar? In your eyes, do these two symbols? There is no difference at all?"

The wrong distance unit, plus the decimal point in the wrong place, plus the spell that cannot correct the fallacy... The conference room was silent.

The mages took a while to figure out that the two apprentices seemed to have been sent somewhere far in the south, but they couldn’t pinpoint the location, let alone whether the two were in danger, although they could use the detection crystal to find them a little bit. But it takes quite a long process...

It’s just that the unit and the decimal point are wrong. The mages can calculate the actual position based on the wrong number... The most troublesome is the effect of "automatically random once internal conflicts occur", which allows the spell to be released faster, and it also allows the magic to be released after an error. The danger has increased greatly.

Several old mages lowered their heads and held their foreheads with both hands. They hadn't seen such an exaggerated mistake in a long time...

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Burris hadn't seen such an exaggerated mistake in a long time.

He was sitting on a large rock, with his elbows on his knees, and his forehead with his hands. The posture was exactly the same as the old mage in the distant conference room.

The moment he saw the spell being thrown over, he immediately discovered the problem. If it was a normal instant teleportation, Burris could interrupt it before it took effect, but this time he only vaguely saw the wrong characters, and he couldn't even see all of them, so he couldn't figure out his current position.

It seems that the only advantage of this new technique is that the release process is extremely fast, making it too late for people to react.

Guessing by feeling, Burris thought he should be in the south of the mainland, perhaps not far from the sea. The air here is humid, the woods are dense, and the trees are thick and short, which are completely different from those in the No Return Mountains or the Lunar Mountains.

Lott used his floating ability to fly to the height of the canopy, overlooking the jungle, and looking at the entire sky... The sunset here is actually very charming, the sky at sunset is simply pink, making him feel so romantic.

"What can you see above?" The mage raised his head, hoping Lot could see some landmark buildings.

"I saw a rare beautiful dusk, it was like rouge velvet, like the color of your cheeks when I confessed my heart..."

"No..." Burris felt that he would have heat stroke within a second. "I mean, did you see any buildings or unique terrain?"

"There are no buildings..." Lott slowly rotated in place and floated a little higher. "There is a big lake over there... There is also there. It may not be a lake, it is a river. Well, there are also... over here... No! This is the sea!"

They are on a small island with dense jungle, surrounded by the vast sea.

In Lot's words: In a novel, there is no more heartbeat than this.

Burris did not feel romantic, only very sad. He tried to use instant teleport twice just now, the first time he wanted to return to the training institute, and the second time he wanted to return to the mountain range. Unfortunately, he failed both times.

This shows that he is too far away from those places. The preset magic circle can send people to farther places, but the effect of instant transmission is much worse. The mages are not omnipotent.

Burris thought with a sigh: I wonder if my past self can succeed? Is the teleportation invalid because my soul is out of sync, or is it because this place is so far away that it cannot be teleported? In fact, his condition is improving recently. Although his ability to cast spells is still not as good as before, he has recovered a lot.

He raised his head and saw Lott rise higher and higher, now he must shout: "Is there a harbor?"

"It doesn't seem to be," Lott tried to rise again, "I can't see clearly...too far. This island has dense vegetation and a large area. I can see the sea in the distance, but I can't see where the shore is. what's the situation."

"Is there a lighthouse or other building? Is there any smoke? Is there a boat on the sea?"

"No! Only a beautiful sunset!"

After the observation, Lot slowly floated down: "Well, let's look at the nearest coast first. I hold you and we fly away, which is safer and more comfortable."

Without mentioning "safety", what is "comfort"? Burris shook his head melancholy: "No, you are flying too slowly. Let's go towards the coast, and you will be responsible for pointing the direction."

"That's right, I don't fly as fast as I can walk..." Lott thought for a while, "By the way, don't you have flying spells?"

"The casting props and materials I prepare are limited, so save a little when it is not necessary."

"Let's go," Lott pointed to the direction he was looking forward to. "Walking in the island jungle under the sunset, do you feel very romantic?"

No. Not at all. Burris thought so, but didn't answer any more. According to his understanding of the Maharaja, if the topic of "whether it is romantic" continues, the Maharaja should say more embarrassingly nasty words.

If they are still in the training institute, Lot is willing to make a joke; but now they are in a strange island jungle, Burris is not in the mood to chat, just want to quickly find a boat or fishing village or something.

Walking in the dark and unfamiliar jungle with the Bone Maharaja... This reminded him more than sixty years ago. In fact, the Moonset Mountain Range was a bit like that time, but it was not enough. At that time, the mountains were full of soldiers and dead people, and the whole mountain forest was very lively, not at all like the quiet and lonely at this time.

Lott, who was walking in the front, suddenly turned around: "You are so nervous. This is the island, not the north, and you are not an apprentice, but a master."

Burris smiled helplessly: "Are you comforting me? Don't worry, I'm not afraid."

"I know you are not afraid, you just think of the past," Lott said. "I also think it's like that time...except for the temperature and the variety of plants."

Your temperament is also totally wrong. Burris snickered in his heart.

Lott approached him and held out a hand to him: "Let's go, little mage."

Burris handed it up subconsciously. Lott held him in one hand and waved a small wooden stick with the other hand to poke the branches away.

Just like more than sixty years ago.

At that time, the Bone Maharaja also reached out his hand and said this sentence: Let's go, little mage.