Chapter 27 Mage's Steps

"Wind Blade."

Wh!

The huge storm crescent moon broke through the right hand of the fog tea and cut off the head of the fleeing wind wolf.

Suddenly, blood spewed out of the neck of the wind wolf. His limbs trembled back and forth a few times and fell to the ground.

"Magic ban, is it true that wolf skin is valuable in the town?"

Fog tea tilted its head and looked at more than 20 wind wolves slaughtered by themselves and said, "Although money is indispensable for me to go to Rongyang Town, wouldn't it be more ridiculous if no one wants it?"

Magic said with a guilty heart, "This... the wolf skin is warm and comfortable to wear. In our era, it was very valuable. As for now, I don't know. This can't be blamed. Your shabby place is full of animals. There is no such thing as heaven and earth treasures, and you can only have the idea of fur. Anyway, this wind wolf is a warcraft, and the price is more valuable than that of a beast.

"I hope so... By the way, how can I move back with so many wolves?" Fog tea looked at the bodies all over the ground in embarrassment. Now it is already in the middle of the forest, and there is no way back in 2 or 3 hours from the village. This distance is enough to take a wolf, not to mention 20 wolf.

"If you peel the skin, the fur alone will be much lighter. When you peel them all off, pick 10 more complete ones and take them back, and throw away the rest."

"Well, okay, that's it." Fog tea nodded and then took out the magic ban from his arms.

"Hey~, what are you doing?"

"You are the only dagger on me. What do you think I do?"

"I'm not a dagger, but a magic sword! Lord Magic Forbidden, the mage's dream, do you use me to skin them?"

"It's almost... I didn't bring other tools. Don't be unhappy. You are so sharp. It's probably a lot of effort to peel off the skin. I'm not happy."

The demon ban was angry at that time: "No, no, as a magic sword, I also have my dignity!!"

"When you go back, I will take a catty of fine iron from the blacksmith's shop for you to eat."

"Oh, that's right."

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An hour later, a teenager with a bundle of wolf skin walked into the village.

"Ah, I'm exhausted." After entering the village, the teenager threw his wolf skin on the ground regardless of the surprise and awe cast around him.

"Beat me to eat refined iron and fog tea."

Compared with the slightly tired teenager, the delicate dagger seemed much more excited and kept moving in his arms.

"Don't worry, I won't break my promise."

Because it was a spiritual communication, Fog Tea was not afraid of being made a fus when others heard the sound of the magic ban. He casually called a villager and ordered him to help send the wolf skin home to the door, and then stepped forward to the blacksmith's shop.

Since the hunting day, Fog Tea has rarely gone to the blacksmith's shop. Because of his different identity, he is now a fog tea mage, which makes the villagers fear him more than other emotions. In addition to other people's discomfort, in fact, he himself is also a little uncomfortable.

It is also recently that fog tea has more time to go to the blacksmith's shop, mainly because of the magic ban - it seems to be very interested in ores.

According to its statement, after eating ore, it can absorb some of the characteristics of the ore. For example, eating basal can make the sword body harder, and eating migrain can increase the frequency of magic.

Uh... Of course, there is no fog tea, so the magic forbidden can only eat refined iron to relieve your tying.

The so-called three years of being a soldier, the situation of the sow Diao Chan, and the magic ban is almost the same. Even if it used to eat precious and heinous ores, which is comparable to the delicacies of human mountains and seas, but it has been "out of grain" for 1000 years, and now there is fine iron for it to eat, so it does not ask for anything else.

After arriving at the blacksmith's shop, Fog Tea took away a catty of fine iron on the grounds of experiment and fed it to the magic forbidden.

It's just a catty of fine iron. Not to mention his identity as a mage, even if he is the head of Wu Chen's son of a fog blacksmith, others dare not investigate anything. At most, he will tell Wu Chen afterwards, but Wu Chen will definitely not blame him for this little thing.

The magic forbidden has no mouth, but when the refined iron sticks to its sword body, it automatically disappears, and there is a chewing sound: "When will you leave this broken place? Hurry up and make a personal appearance so that I can improve my diet. I miss the taste of mithril so much..."

Fog tea touched his nose as if he didn't hear it, mithril? The price of that ore can be bought by the whole village and there is still surplus. Even if there is that kind of thing, you have to find a way to sell it for you to eat? How can I be such a loser?

"But it should be soon... Didn't the village head grandpa say that the village would organize a group of people to exchange some daily necessities in Rongyang Town in the next few days? Just one or two."

"The faster the better. In this shabby place, I don't even have a beautiful female sword. I'm bored and crazy."

"All right. Just like you, you really have a beautiful female sword, and you may not like you.

Fog tea picked up the magic ban, flicked the sword body with his fingers, and made a buzzing sound.

Because of the self-sealing, the appearance of the magic ban has changed. Although it still looks very delicate, it is still much inferior to the extent that Shiman can't move his eyes before the seal.

"This..." The magic ban suddenly said, "There is always something that can find my connotation!"

Connotation? Are you sure you have it? Didn't you throw it away together with integrity?

Hearing Wu Cha's words, Mo Ban thought about it seriously, and then wisely changed the topic: " By the way, I found that your physical quality is a little bad?"

"Is it still bad? Are you going to let me be a soldier? For the diversion of the topic of the magic ban, Wucha didn't care about it, and boredly played its sword body again.

"It seems that you don't know the importance of physical strength." The magic forbidden voice was a little more serious: "Do you know that about 60% of the mages died in close combat?"

"Hm?" Fog tea was curious: "I'm more interested in how the other 40% died?"

"Uh... well, I'll tell you in detail.

Except 60% of those who died in melee, 9% of the other 40% died in battles between mages. You know, with the nobility of mages, if they are not dead knots, they will rarely fight duels, so this kind of death can be regarded as the lowest rate.

The magic ban continued: "20% of mages die from magic experiments. The power of the mixture of various substances is often terrible. Many mages have been swallowed up by explosions without even reacting. I have always felt that such a dying mage is the stupidest thing. It's right for the alchemists to do it. They obviously have a more reliable solution to these strange things.

"10% of people died in various assassinations. As the saying goes, open guns are easy to hide, and hidden arrows are difficult to prevent. However, most of this kind of death method are new mages. The old mages have superb anti-Assassination experience, and they will also follow the two soldiers to protect them, so those long-established mages live a more comfortable life.

"Is this only 39%?"

Fog tea raises eyebrows to remind you that what you said before is 40%.

"Of course, 1% of them die naturally, idiots!"

"Let's talk about 60% of the mage who died in close combat. Compared with that 40%, the cause of death in close combat is much simpler. It is nothing more than being used by magic after being close, and the defense of the mage is not very superior to other professions at the same level.

So once you are close, the general mage's first reaction is often to panic and distance yourself from the enemy again.

Mo Jin glanced at the fog tea: "You are better than many mages at this point. Even if you are approached by the wind wolf two meters around you, you did not show panic."

"Of course, there is no panic within the calculation."

For this praiseful words, Wu Cha's expression remains unchanged, and the honor and disgrace are not shocked.

"But what if you are close to you outside the calculation?"

"Just say what you want to say."

"...you can't put on an expectant expression."

Looking at the impossible fog tea, the magic forbidden was helpless: "Well, I will say it directly. In this case, if you want to save your life, it depends on the footwork."

"Step by step?"

"Yes, footwork~. No matter how exquisite the footwork is, it always needs a certain physical foundation to support it. Let me tell you a secret. The physical fitness of Canggong has at least reached the level of Black Iron Warrior (Level 20).

(The physical fitness here does not include factors such as the increase of fighting spirit, but just physical ability)

"So, don't think that the physical quality comparable to that of a warrior's apprentice is enough. If you want to live longer and live better, in addition to having a unique skill that is enough to become famous, you also need a set of life-saving skills. Starting from tomorrow, you can put your physical exercise into the plan. When you can be comparable to the trainee warrior, you can practice some simple ones. At that time, I will give you the life-saving footwork of Canggong.

- a footwork called "Journey to the Palace"

After saying this, the demon closed his mouth and looked at the fog tea that had fallen into thinking. It was relieved.

This time...

He should have forgotten the previous topic about integrity and connotation, right?

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