Chapter 103: Yeats’ Sword Skills Competition
Yeats was a half-way monk in the practice of magic.
Although he had mastered many kinds of magic, Yeats still had little understanding of its principles.
In the next three days, Candela mainly explained to Yeats how to use magic nets to release spells and how to temporarily store magic power into one's own body.
“The Magic Web is the masterpiece of the goddess of magic Minerva. Without the Magic Web, most of the magicians would lose their ability to cast spells.”
The bonfire was burning warmly. In the side hall, Candela sat opposite Yeats, tasting the biscuits on the coffee table, and said:
"The mage can respond to the magic network through spells, gestures, etc. You can also use the magic power temporarily stored in your body to cast spells. This second method is especially effective in the realm of forbidden magic."
Yeats pondered for a moment.
Hilud once mentioned that there are four major realms in the world, matter, soul, divinity and creation. The magic network and elements exist in the realm of creation.
Gods often have their own divine realm. For example, Pan’s labyrinth can be regarded as Pan’s divine realm.
In their divine realm, there is often no magic network.
In this case, the magic power in the mage's body will decrease every time he uses it. When the lamp runs out, he can only pick up the staff and fight hand-to-hand.
It is not difficult to understand why some mages also hone their combat skills while studying spells.
After all, if you have to chant and cast spells to kill a mob, it would be a waste of magic power!
“Because humans do not have magic organs, the magic power stored in the body will continue to dissipate. The higher the level of magic, the more magic power can be stored.” Candela said, “And the method of replenishing magic——”
Yeats perked up his ears.
“It’s meditation!” Candela said.
Yeats muttered.
Is this the magic replenisher? I thought it was the magic replenisher in Xingyue.
"What I teach you is the most basic "breathing meditation method". Use the breath counting method to get rid of distracting thoughts and absorb magic power. Judging from my experience, you can officially get started in about a week. ”
Candela paused and said with emotion:
"As for your snowy owl... I have observed it. It meditates with the moonlight every night. It seems that it is self-taught. This kind of Meditation is more efficient in absorbing magic power. It does not lose magic power like humans do, and the understanding is really good."
Yeats' mood is subtle.
Stay up late and practice, your magic power is boundless!
Currently, Yeats' schedule usually consists of learning basic knowledge from Candela in the morning and learning swordsmanship from Hillud in the backyard in the afternoon.
Thanks to the bard's proficiency in language, Yeats learned a one-level spell called 'Animal Talk' in the past three days.
The Apple of Youth made Yeats strengthen his physique, and he learned combat skills more smoothly than learning spells. On this day, Hilud decided to test Yeats's improvement, and summoned the Argonian Thora to serve as Yeats's sparring partner.
Next to the training stakes in the backyard of the Lord's Mansion.
Sora muttered: "Why me? Master Hilud, you can obviously serve as the Baron's sparring partner yourself?"
"Because I don't want to swing my sword at him, so I can't do it. You have to make an effective judgment on whether to upgrade or not," Hilud said calmly.
Sora: "..."
So, am I also a part of your strategy to conquer Lord Yeats?
This sparring match attracted the attention of the courtiers at the lord's manor. Forkas, Lotta, and Reggie Lev came to watch outside the training ground. The snow leopard was lying under the shade of a tree, resting on its paws. When it heard the movement, it looked around curiously.
Yeats was dressed in a capable cloth armor, breeches and snow boots, holding a wooden training sword. He looked at the Argonian in front of him and said in surprise: < br>
"So, is it Sola, are you going to be my sparring partner?"
Sora nodded slightly, holding a long wooden sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing forward to the ground, and taking a diagonal step towards Yeats. 'Standing, he said solemnly:
"Both the big sword and the long sword are my strengths. Lord, you have to be careful."
Yeats held the stabbing sword flat in front of his chest, He took a small step forward with his right foot, put on the most common 'exploring step' posture, and said seriously:
"I will give up in time if I can't beat you, so you don't have to be merciful."
Taking this opportunity, Yeats also wanted to test whether with his current swordsmanship level, he could defeat Sola when she suppressed the Circle of Life to one level.
As Candela once mentioned, spellcasters cannot neglect the training of combat skills.
More importantly... a poet and a swordsman, this professional combination perfectly fits Yeats's secondary fantasy!
“Young Master——” Phokas stood aside with a worried look on his face, “Otherwise, let’s forget this sparring. Even if it’s a wooden sword, you will be injured.”
Faced with the "male mother"-like worries of Forcas, Yeats calmly said: "No need to say anything, just watch from the sidelines."
The old knight hesitated to speak. He held a bundle of bandages and a bottle of healing potion in his hands and stood by to watch.
The battle begins.
On the scaly face of the Argonian Sora, the snake-like pupils suddenly stood up, and he lunged forward as fast as lightning, and slashed straight towards Yeats's chest with the long sword in his hand!
Clang!
Yeats's eyesight was improved through the eagle eye technique, and he caught the trajectory of Sora's sword. He shook his arm suddenly, held the edge of the sword and deflected Sora's attack, and at the same time, the tip of the sword stabbed Sora's noodles. Door!
Sola was suddenly startled, astonished by Yeats's sudden burst of arm strength. As a warrior, his strength was enhanced by his profession. Even when he suppressed the Ring of Life, he could not lose to Lord Yeats. This bard.
But the fact is that in that moment of confrontation, I was at a disadvantage in terms of strength!
Cang!
Sola immediately retreated, with the sword pointed downwards, using the sword to block the thrust of the bayonet. He immediately turned around, dodged Yeats' pursuit, and at the same time, he stepped on the steps of "turning around and slashing" with great force. With a heavy sweep, the wooden sword roared in the wind, slashing towards Ye Zhi!
Fokas’ eyes were solemn. If he turned around and slashed with this move, the young master would definitely be bruised and painful for ten days and a half. Thinking of this, Fokas felt his arm hurt.
The next moment, Phokas's pupils shrank, and he saw Yeats forcibly adjusting his body shape with the help of "tidal wave of movements", and the sword quickly stabbed Sola's wrist, which was a combat skill of "disarming"!
Cang!
The sound of the wooden sword falling to the ground echoed.
The training ground was silent.
Sola saw Yeats's stabbing sword pointed at his neck, his face was stunned, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
Yeats withdrew his stabbing sword and said: "Luckily, I won half a move."
"Lord Yeats——"
Sora took a breath and wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead. , nodded with respect and said:
"I must admit that your attainments in swordsmanship are beyond my expectation!"
Although Lord Yeats has a weak temperament, he is also quite individual. Brave and brave, he is a suitable partner for Sir Hild...
Sola's heart was full of admiration. He silently looked at Hilud outside the field and made up his mind.
I must hurry up and arrange this marriage!
(End of this chapter)