Chapter 262 Embracing the Sun
Thank you very much to Qidian’s father [Fat Pig Duke Mushroom] for the 500 reward! (I owe another chapter, I will)
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Leaven officially settled in Eagle City, and various supplies began to be transferred here from Eagle Castle.
Due to the large number, Eagle City became busy early the next morning, with carriages compacting the snow amidst the crunching sound, and drove into the door like a long queue.
The waiters and maids in the city were busy with these goods. After all, in addition to gold coins and equipment, there were also many fragile items that could not be dealt with, and they needed their help to deal with them.
But Raven can completely relax. The competition has ended, and there is nothing that needs to be dealt with personally.
After having breakfast with Nancy, Raven came to his meditation room.
This room is half the size of an ordinary classroom. It has no windows. The magic lamps on the walls emit a dim and gentle light. The overall layout is clean and elegant, except for a soft bed dedicated to meditation in the center. The only furniture was a rosewood table in the corner.
Leaven walked to the table, lit the devil-infused lemongrass and placed it on top.
The one given by Archbishop Thomas two years ago has been used up long ago. This one was handed over by Savannah half a month after the end of the competition meeting.
This time point is quite intriguing.
However, Raven did not ask about the purpose behind it, nor did he refuse. Now he has the confidence to bear some favors from big shots.
The fragrance like citrus filled the air, and purple smoke slowly dispersed into the air. Raven breathed steadily, came to the bed and sat down cross-legged, sinking into the world of meditation.
Spiritual power is like the roots of an old tree piercing into the magic pool, carving the final lines on the wall of the pool.
In fact, according to common sense, even if it is a first-level magic, it will take at least two or three years to successfully engrave it.
This has nothing to do with the diligence of a mage. The key limitation lies in the magic power. Once the magic power is exhausted, the engraving will naturally stop.
But Raven is different. Due to the absorption of the blood core of the True Ancestor, the magic power in his body is three times that of a mage of the same level. It is no exaggeration to say that even though Raven is only a third-level three-star, even if he is a third-level three-star, The Ten Star Mage's magic power is not as good as his.
As time goes by, the magic power dries up little by little, and Raven's breath brings out more and more intense heat. The temperature in the room slowly rises, the air is distorted, and the sandalwood cabinets on the wall are dehydrated with crackling sounds. , deformation and cracking.
Leiwen mobilized his mental power and carved the final stroke on the magic pool with precision, stability and without hesitation.
The three structures of the fireball technique were finally perfectly linked together. It was shining and breathing cyan light, changing from cyan to white, and from white to red.
The flames burned.
The flame began to flow from the magic pool, surged into Raven's mental center, and burned his soul!
A momentary burning pain.
When Raven opened his eyes, what he saw was not the scene in the meditation room, only a deep nothingness.
Under the void, the flames were born and turned into a sea of lava. Even the steam was tinged with fire. Even steel would melt in this sea.
The flames climbed up his body, and Raven subconsciously held his breath.
However, not long after, he couldn't bear the pain of suffocation and instinctively opened his mouth. The hot air rushed into his mouth and nose, burning his mouth and making his whole chest start to burn.
A glimmer of understanding arose in Raven's heart.
Since the flame is engraved, we must accept the flame.
He breathed in the hot air and felt his flesh and blood being cooked.
Standing up, Raven stepped on the lava, and his bare feet turned into charcoal black, exposing his white bones, which were swallowed up in the blink of an eye.
Slowly sinking into the lava, the burning heat has spread throughout Raven's soul and nerves, turning into an illusion of extreme cold.
When the eyes were also swallowed, the molten fluid flowed into the brain.
Leaven's thinking stagnated for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he was already high in the clouds.
The blue sky is like washing, and the white clouds are like weaving.
The red sun hangs high.
Raising his head, the surrounding scenery changed rapidly, and the strong wind blew in his ears.
Soon, the sound of the wind disappeared, the blue sky disappeared, the white clouds gradually faded away, the black void dotted with stars became the mainstream, and in Lei Wen's eyes there was only the orange-red sun.
Getting closer, getting closer, until the eyes are filled with boundless sea of fire, roiling like a long flame dragon or snake.
The strong light pressed out tears, and they were evaporated in the blink of an eye.
The body has been evaporated and reorganized by the terrifying high temperature.
Consciousness began to blur.
A voice urged Raven to step inside.
He must step into it!
Raven stretched out his palms, gathered the sun's rays in his palms, then closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall towards this eternal burning fire——
Falling.
In the meditation room, Raven suddenly opened his eyes.
He opened his mouth and spit out a ball of flames, and as far as he could see, the whole room was burning.
The stone was burned red and turned into molten lava flowing on the ground.
Raven was startled, stretched out his hand to scoop up the molten lava on the ground, and watched the molten lava flow out from between his fingers. A smile appeared on his lips:
"——Come on!"
The flames in the room suddenly seemed to be frozen, and then they rushed to hunt and spin in Raven's palm.
Oddly enough, no matter how many flames rushed towards him, there was only that little candle-like flame in Raven's palm.
The lava gradually solidified, leaving only wisps of green smoke.
With a gentle blow, the fire in Raven's palm was extinguished like a candle.
If there are other mages here, they will definitely be shocked by this scene, because this represents Raven's unique and profound understanding of the element of fire.
Not to mention ordinary third-level mages, even fifth- and sixth-level mages who specialize in flame magic may not be able to do so easily.
At this time, the engraved fireball technique has been integrated with the pool of magic power, and no difference can be seen at all. Only when Raven casts the spell and the magic power flows, will it light up again.
The engraving of the fireball technique is finally completed.
The only thing left to become a fourth-level mage is to accumulate magic power and purchase magic-enhancing potion formulas.
"Hiss, what a pity..." Raven took out a new set of clothes from his belt and put on them. He glanced at the cave-like room with even the stone door crooked and frowned: "This But it’s a newly built house!”
It seems that we need to inform Old Gordon and find someone to rebuild it again.
After taking off the door and walking into the corridor, Raven turned around and came to another room not far away.
There are five rooms on both sides of this corridor and at the end. The walls are specially thickened. In addition to the meditation room, there are also a magic laboratory, an enchantment room, an alchemy room, and a small room for storing magic materials. storehouse.
Raven came to the alchemy room.
Pushing open the door, a beautiful figure appeared in front of Raven.
The chestnut hair is well pulled back, but a few strands still escape and hang on the smooth and slender neck. The light outlines the outline of the side face. The bridge of the nose is straight and the lips are plump. There is a Wearing a white cotton gown, he was concentrating on the bottles and jars on the table.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the woman turned her head, a flash of panic flashed in her eyes, and put something into her pocket: "Master, you are here!"
Leaven walked into the house. He came to her side and gently patted her buttocks: "What are you doing?"
A blush flashed across Petty's face, and she bit her lip gently: "I'm just adding some water to the magical fruit..."
"Then try to make a little 'love potion'?" Raven laughed. Then she took out the magic plant that she stuffed into her pocket: "The magic apples are ready."
Magic apples are the main raw material of love potions. This kind of potion is usually used between couples. Add to the fun.
"That's because, uh, I..." Patty was flustered for a while.
"Sir, I am a third-level magician." Raven said close to Petty's ear: "If you want it to work on me, you must at least switch to a second-level magician."
"Did Margaret give you this recipe?"
Petti nodded shyly: "I took the initiative to ask her, because my room is on the second floor, and I was wondering if the master hates me. It's..."
"Level 2?" Raven was stunned: "Oh, I was negligent. You can look for me later. Old Gordon, move the room to the 6th floor."
"Huh?" Patty looked surprised, but then immediately lowered her head: "But is this too much? I'm just a personal maid... ”
She originally thought that it would be nice if she could be closer to Raven, but she didn’t expect to be able to move to the 6th floor. "You are my alchemist." Raven said with a smile: "If others knew that I used the alchemist as a maid, they would be crazy with jealousy!"
This is not a joke.
Magicians have a high status. A first-level mage is enough to become the guest of a baron or viscount. If there is a third-level mage, even the earl family will look at him differently.
Although the alchemist is not as far away as the mage, if he joins the ordinary baron or viscount family, he will also be highly respected.
After all, the role of alchemists is much greater than that of doctors in this era; and many of the magic potions they refine also have functions that cannot be replaced by magicians.
Take Bucky as an example. He just likes life in Men'en City and doesn't want to live a boring life in the countryside, otherwise he can dominate the local nobles.
“You dare to insinuate that I am unkind, sir.” Raven rubbed his chin: “You deserve to be punished!”
“Then let me thank you, sir, as my forgiveness.”
Petty unbuttoned his collar and squatted down.
Leaven exhaled slowly.
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Not everyone can enjoy the joy of the completion of Eagle Castle. Raven's territory is still operating as usual, and the most orderly thing is the military camp.
Just after noon, under the scorching sun, the soldiers who had had lunch continued training.
Link stood at the front of the team wearing armor and holding a spear. The adjutant next to him kept shouting:
"Stab!"
"Stab!"
"Stab!"
Although winter has begun, the heads of these soldiers wearing double-layer leather armor are dripping with sweat. White mist kept coming out of my armpits.
Their legs were spread out on the ground, holding a nearly 4-meter long spear in their hands. They kept thrusting forward and retracting according to the command. Their arms were trembling slightly, but they were still gritting their teeth and persisting.
Link kept thrusting like them, with standard movements, using all his strength every time without any deformation.
Counting silently in his mind, when he counted to 100, Link raised his arms and shouted loudly: "Stop!"
"Next, queue training, running around the field for twenty minutes, and then continuing with stabbing practice."
For the exhausted soldiers, this order was inhumane.
Although after two years of training, the soldiers did not lament, but the eyes they looked at Link were full of resentment.
You are extraordinary, but we are not!
This is Link's usual training style. Because of his flame fighting spirit, the soldiers privately call him the "Fire Devil".
Link knew, but he didn't care. All he wanted was the training results.
In the Cairns Empire, there was once a very popular kind of chivalry novel. The routine is the same. It tells the story of the protagonist who has been a soldier and returns to his hometown. He is appreciated by the lord for his outstanding martial arts skills. After his meritorious service, he is given a divine potion. , became extraordinary, and after defeating monsters, repelling bandits, and being awarded the title of knight.
Link scoffed at this.
Soldiers in the army can have strength, obey orders, and know some basic tactics, but this has nothing to do with superior martial arts.
Soldiers have neither martial skills nor need for them.
They just need to do their best at what they should do.
The pikemen practice thrusting 500 times a day; the sword and shield soldiers lift their shields and swing their swords 500 times a day; the crossbowmen need to hang the water bag on the crossbow head for 10 minutes or even half a day. Do not let go for hours and train at least 10 rounds every day.
Only by practicing these movements to your core will you have a greater chance of survival on the battlefield.
Victory is never a fluke, every bit of sweat equals a bit of gain, Link firmly believes this.
The formation training has begun. It is not just a simple run around the field. The ten captains among them have to distinguish different horn sounds and lead their soldiers to continuously complete formation changes.
Looking at their skillful movements, Link nodded slowly in his heart. This already seemed a bit elite.
But it’s still not enough.
Soldiers who have never seen blood are still new recruits no matter how long they have been trained. If they can perform one-tenth of their effectiveness on the battlefield, it is considered good.
"Sir!" A hundred-man squad leader came to Link's side: "There is something going on at the small playground, and you need to go and take a look."
Link nodded and followed the centurion to the small playground.
The so-called small playground is where the orphans train.
At this moment, the orphans wearing leather armor were sitting scattered on the ground, with weighted wooden spears placed beside them. They were all breathing heavily, and some were still crying softly.
But as soon as they saw Link arriving, they immediately stopped crying and looked at him with a little fear.
After all, the title "Fire Devil" is deeply rooted in people's hearts.
"What, you don't want to practice anymore?" Link looked around the audience and asked: "If you don't want to practice, leave now. Your youngest is already 14 years old anyway. If you leave the orphanage, you can have a way out!"
No one among the orphans left, but they didn't make any other move, they just sat on the ground dejectedly.
This is also the biggest headache for the soldiers responsible for training them. For a group of half-grown children, it doesn't work if they are gentle, but if they are harsh, they are afraid of really hurting them.
"It seems no one wants to leave, so why are you sitting on the ground?" Link pointed to an orphan who cried the loudest: "Tell me!"
"I, I ..." The orphan stood up: "It's not that we don't want to practice, but we are really tired. We have practiced more than 200 times today!"
"Look, my arms are already swollen!"
He took off his shoulder armor and rolled up his sleeves. Sure enough, his arms were already swollen with purple.
“So?” Link asked: “If this was on the battlefield, you would also have to take off your armor, show your arms, and cry to your enemy that your arms are swollen. Will you fight again next time? ”
The orphan was speechless.
"The goal of 300 times a day is set by me." Link said with his hands behind his back: "Now it seems that it is still less, so you have the strength to complain! What you have practiced today will not count, starting from now on , come again three hundred times! I will accompany you!”
A burst of wailing sounded, and Link remained unmoved: "I don't care what your relationship is with the Baron. This is a military camp, not a nursery! I will count to three. If anyone has not stood up, I will personally send him back to him." In the mother’s belly!”
“3…”
“2…”
“1!”
There was a sound of armor clashing, the orphan They all jumped up from the ground.
"Very good, let's start training!"
The orphans wiped away their tears, picked up the throwing spears at their feet, and began to grit their teeth and throw with all their might, not daring to stop even though they were shedding tears.
Link did not break his promise and directed them to train together. Whenever he saw someone slacking off, he would immediately hit them with a spear.
From noon to evening, until it was completely dark, all 300 training sessions were completed. The orphans could no longer lift their hands, so they left the military camp with grinning teeth and rubbing their arms.
But Link did not leave. He ordered his soldiers to put away their throwing spears, then came to the training ground and began to thrust their spears.
Among the same batch of awakened transcendent beings, Link's talent was the worst, and he knew this, so he had to work harder than everyone else in order to catch up with others and not fall behind.
Be strict with others and even stricter with yourself.
This is why, even if his training attitude is the most stringent, he will not really arouse the resentment of the soldiers.
After practicing until the moon was in the middle of the sky, Link returned to his tent to rest.
The servant who had been waiting here immediately came up to him: "Master, you have finished your training!"
"The time is set, it's tomorrow!"
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(End of this chapter)