Finally arrived at the elite academy, finally.

The gate of the college has no door leaf, only door posts. There is the entrance between two thick giant trees that require thirty people to be surrounded by. At least that is what the already crooked sign says.

I originally thought I would see a continuous building, solemn, sturdy and towering, but the actual scene was very different. It was like an exhibition hall of huge trees. Looking around, more than 30 behemoths occupied the entire campus in scattered manner. Their canopies were connected to completely block the sun's light. The spiral steps surrounding the trunks, the suspension bridges and ferry ropes connecting the branches, and some rope ladders and slide rods used to shortcuts. This place looks like a juggler's playground, not like a college.

Each tree exudes a strong smell of wood elements. The roots buried underground hold the soil tightly and absorb it, while also suppressing the environment of earth elements. This makes all Jiangu people with affinity with earth elements feel uncomfortable. In the academy, several artificially dug rivers circling between giant trees. You can see students rafting on it, and you can also see students jumping back and forth between the two sides of the straits. Those who do not have this ability have to use several scattered arch bridges.

The river water contains abundant water element energy, which is formed by the water element crystal placed at the bottom of the river. Dagong sniffed it with his nose and immediately recalled the scene of himself struggling and sinking after falling into the ice, and couldn't help but tremble. If there is no soil element, it will make the Jiangu people feel uncomfortable, then the abundant water element environment is equivalent to pain.

Dagon scratched the back of his neck hard, trying to forget the discomfort caused by the surrounding environment. This place is obviously not suitable for the life of the Jiangu people, and it can even be said to target it everywhere. But when you regard this place as a battlefield, the enemy will definitely not make you feel better. It seems reasonable to think so.

Dagon walked forward step by step with his luggage bag and axe on his back. When he came to the street sign in the middle of the two gatepost trees, the street sign suddenly spoke.

"This is an elite academy, and only teachers, students and staff can enter and exit. Who are you?"

Dagon looked carefully and found that the street sign was also an activated tree, but it was limited to the size of a sapling. It only had one branch and seven leaves. It could not survive if placed in nature. However, in this environment with abundant elemental power, it not only lived well, but also gained the ability to speak and corresponding intelligence.

"I am Dagon Olison Neil, a new student from Jian Gucheng." Dagon said to the door-plate activation tree: "Where should I go to report?"

"This is an elite academy, and only teachers, students and staff can enter and exit. Who are you?"

Dagon smiled. Could it be that this activated tree can only know this sentence. It is quite intimidating, but it is also quite interesting. He stopped and thought carefully how this tree spoke? Does it have a trachea? Does it have a vocal cord and a tongue? Is there a mouth that can change shape? How does the sound vibrate?

Anyway, no one was begging him to go to school, and Dagon himself was not in a hurry. So he put down his luggage and began to observe the activation door sign. Poke with his fingers, the sapling could not dodge and block it with the street sign in his hand, but its martial arts were obviously incomparable to Dagon. By launching an attack from different directions, Dagon found the activation tree's eyes and its field of vision, and then found its sounding organ around him.

"I am Dagon Olison Neil..." Every time he says this to a street sign, the street sign will repeat its words. Dagon blocks the sapling's counterattack with one hand, and pinches the other hand near its sound organ, carefully feeling how the sound vibrates.

"Hey hehe, there is really an internal vibration, not entirely a spell." Dagon used a little force on his finger, and at the same time, he expanded his hearing from the earth, and his perception penetrated the bark and penetrated deep into the inside of the tree. He stimulated the saplings to speak over and over again, and basically understood the structure of the internal structure of the activated tree - at least the part of the voice.

After repeating the same conversation for about a hundred times, the seedling finally said something different. It was an angry elf speech, a little confused because of the fast speed. "Are you sick? Wasting time here? Come in and report!"

"Hey, it turns out that there are other spells below. The Elite Academy is indeed very powerful. So many spells have been put into the sign of a revitalized sapling. Unexpectedly, the sapling also has the function of communication and dialogue. But where are the people on the other side? How is this communication implemented? Can the roots be used to transmit element signals?" Dagon began to pick the soil under the feet of the revitalized sapling with his fingers. This time the sapling trembled violently. The only branch with leaves hung down and leaned on Dagon's arm and hugged it tightly, as if begging for mercy. Seeing that it was so scared, Dagon did not continue. He stuffed the soil he had picked back, then pulled his hand back and asked the sapling: "Where should I report?"

"Go to the principal's office, and after entering the door, find a big tree with red and green stairs, climb up, and it's on the three-story canopy."

"How do you calculate the third-layer canopy?" asked Dagon, "A platform counts the first layer? Is the ground the first layer or the zeroth layer?"

"Why are you, a dwarf, so many questions?" The person opposite the sapling was obviously very angry.

"Because I don't know." Dagon's answer was unreasonable.

There was no sound on the other side, and I guess I felt that my problem was too mentally retarded. Dagon shook the seedlings as saying goodbye, and took his luggage to continue walking into the school. After he left, the regent seedlings hugged the street sign tightly, and his body trembled in a windless environment.

After entering the academy, the elemental environment generated by the terrain made Dagon feel even more uncomfortable, a bit like a lack of oxygen. He stopped specifically, adjusted his breathing, and then thought about it carefully. First of all, this place is not a high-altitude or deep pit environment. The air is very suitable for breathing and should not be stuffy. Then the Jian Gu people are not elemental creatures, and they can fight the whole battle even in an environment completely isolated from elemental power. They should eat and drink, but why do they feel stuffy when they get here? It is obviously very abnormal.

No matter how abundant the water element energy is, it is not falling into the glacier. Is that even more dangerous? When Dagon saw the academy, he quickly thought of Hiloai and thought of a possibility: Will he be affected by some emotional effect? ​​The effect of a certain spell amplifies the feeling that the Jiangu people are not adapted to the current environment, thereby mobilizing and enhancing their fear, and then feeding them back to the body to produce a stuffy effect?

Dagong shook his head, opened his nostrils and inhale, and then exhale hard to blow his beard. He expanded his lungs to maximize his strength, and used his body to constantly confirm that the environment here is suitable for survival, thereby suppressing and eliminating the feeling of discomfort. ‘The air here is fresh and vital, and the Jiangu people will be stronger and stronger.’ In his heart, he kept reminding himself like this.

The feeling of discomfort quickly faded, and the normal heart brought a sense of normalcy. Dagon quickly felt much better. He looked around, the trees were shaded, the flowing water was streaming, and the elves swung around the vines like monkeys. It was pretty good here, why didn’t you like it before?

After changing the initial viewpoint, the college could no longer instill negative emotions in Dagon, and his activities became much easier. He spiraled up along the steps on the giant tree trunk. Although the ground was getting farther and farther away from him, he felt that this place looked like his hometown. In Jian Gucheng, there were many such steps on the mine floor, one side was a stone wall and the other side was a bottomless excavation pit. Look at the Elite Academy, the stone wall was replaced with tree bark, and the height difference here was far less than that of the Jian Gu tribe's underground pit, but it was blocked by the canopy and could not see the sun. This was somewhat similar.

The giant trees here have been transformed by magic, and it is difficult to see their previous varieties, and they basically do not follow the structural characteristics of ordinary trees. They all have multi-layered canopies, forming a multi-layered structure like a house. The branches growing horizontally have structural strength that trees do not need at all, and are all to support the needs of elves. On these trunks growing horizontally, classrooms of all sizes are placed in the style of bird nests.

Most classrooms are open, with walls just fences made of branches. You can see the teaching activities inside by a little padding. Some classrooms are closed, looking like thatched houses in human villages, or simple houses built of logs or wooden boards in logging villages.

From the perspective of the Jiangu people, these houses were too unsolid and they could be demolished in just a few strokes of the hunting axe. Dagon scratched his beard and felt a little uncomfortable. If this was the level of the best elf academy, he would be disappointed.

With this question, Dagon continued to climb upwards and came to the third floor. Finally, he saw a relatively standard building. Diamond wood is gray all over, with the same hardness as steel, and can still float on water. It can be processed by gold element spells and acts as a material in the weapons and armor of the elves, but its main purpose is architecture. The principal's office of the Elite Academy is built of Diamond wood, which is close to the tree trunk and occupy this platform alone.

There are four main elements of the architectural style of the elves: the tall and vertical trees, the twisted and twisted arabes, the complex layers of leaves, and the gorgeous and bright flowers. The principal's room in front of me is like a fat bamboo shoot, with a wide bottom and pointed top. The wall is made of diamond wood to form a shape that gathers layer by layer to the center and gather upwards. The circular and semicircular doors and windows are decorated with vines and flowers.

The elves don't like glass made from sand. They use spells to thin diamond wood to a near-transparent level, thus providing lighting for the interior of the building. In addition, many glowing balloons are suspended around the principal's office, which do not float away without ropes, and the bright colors emitted are like the bright moon.

When you walk to the door, the door will automatically open, facing you a hall with a symmetrical double-arc staircase and a second-floor platform. The portrait of Ace Ain, the most important god in the elves’ faith, is right in front of it, located in the protection of the double-arc staircase. Its image is depicted as a neutral elf with full elemental glow behind it, with bright eyes and a line of sight that will move with the observer. Anyone who observes close to its portrait will disappear, and the portrait will become a mirror, and the observer can only see himself.

Ace Ain observed Dagon walking into the hall from the portrait, and Dagon was observing the desk on the side of the hall. The principal would definitely not work at the door. The hall in front of him was for reception. There was a sofa and tea table on one side, and a half-elf staff member on the other side. She was about fifty years old, with a serious expression, her white hair tied back, and each strand of hair was flat and straight and smooth. She waved to Dagon, signaling him to sit on the chair in front of him, then put on glasses, opened the registration book at hand and began to record on it.

"On October 3, 4989, at 10:23 am, a dwarf came to the principal's office. He was wearing a gray cloak, steel armor, and the emblem of a fire-breathing dragon head on his chest. Because he carried a long-handled battle axe and carried a large bag of luggage behind him, he initially judged that he might be a student who came to report. Special record: His beard ring may be made of pure gold, and this beard ring is a privilege in the dwarf society."

Dagon tilted his head and saw her writing, so he sat down and said, "The Golden Beard Ring is exclusive to the Neil family. My name is Dagon Olison Neil, come and report."

"Shh!" The half-elf female clerk put her index finger on her lips and shouted loudly to shut up Dagon. She continued to write, completing the three hundred-word character description, and then raised her head to look at Dagon. "Name."

"Dagon Olison Neil." Dagon said: "I am from Jian Gucheng."

“Where did you come from?”

Dagon touched his beard and said, "Guess?"

“Where did you come from?”

"I think you'd better change to a elves. Otherwise, I'll be young even if you die." Dagon smiled and said, "I think what Toby would say here if he was here... Well, yes, it's probably because of this: when you go and ask someone for help, don't forget to say that you can't handle the dwarf outside and need the elves to wipe your butt."

"I can deduct your credits."

"I can't deduct your credits, but I can do much more than that." Dagon got up, picked up his hunting axe, and began to look at the hall on the first floor. There were no other rooms here, so he directly carried the axe and advanced to the second floor.

"You can't go up!" The half-elf shouted from behind, but the voice could not hold Dagon, and she didn't dare to really reach out to pull the dwarf holding the weapon. Sometimes the dwarf is the stubborn and the old stubborn. It's hard to say whether it's the stubborn or the old stubborn as the dominant moment at this moment.

Walking on the second floor, the roads on both sides pass through the trunks of the giant tree, and together with the arc stairs before formed a "8" structure. At the top of the "8" is the principal's room, and the sign on the door is clearly written. Dagon opened the door, and the room was sunny and the birds were singing and fragrant. A female elf was using her fingers to control the water balls suspended in the air, and evenly sprinkled water into the dozens of flower pots placed in the room.

She turned her head and looked at Dagon with a smile, narrowing her eyes slightly. Dagon was stunned for a moment, then frowned and looked up and down carefully, and then asked, "You look a lot like Shiloai Asnieril."

The female elf waved her hand, drove away the water polo, and said, "You said it was wrong. She looks like me, she is my niece."

"Are you the principal?"
Chapter completed!