The Warlord is not a spellcaster. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Without the gifts of the gods, without the apocalypse, it is the path of a mortal through and through.

Although the caster is divided into low-level, intermediate-level, high-level, archmage/god side, and the fifth order of legendary/god, it seems that there are many more than the lower, high, and legendary three orders of the warrior, but in fact, the difficulty of the promotion of both sides is not on the same level at all.

For example, the upper class and the lower class are two adjacent stairs with a large difference, and the caster has to step on this ladder with a pedal called the middle step in the middle, which can be stepped on more easily, but the warfighter does not, they have to step over it in one step, although it may take less time, but the difficulty is greatly increased.

This is true of the upper and lower positions, not to mention the chasm between the legends.

Of course, the legend is still too far away from Firth, and what he has to break down now is the barrier between the upper and lower professionals. A few years ago, he actually touched the barrier of the upper rank, but his body is gradually aging and sluggish, and it is very likely that he will not be able to withstand the huge impact caused by the integration of "Jin", and will eventually be blown into powder by the "Jin" in his body.

This is the sorrow of the warriors - they have seen the road ahead, but they are bound to stop by the mortal womb of the flesh - to move forward is the great terror between life and death; Stopping, it is a paradise that can only be looked up to in the dust and mud for a lifetime.

There is not a single soldier who does not want to experience the pitching scenery from above, but few people are really determined to gamble their lives and deaths on the compass of fate and wait for the final judgment to come. It's the same with Feiss, who has his own wife and children, and he can't let go of these to pursue the pinnacle that every martial artist dreams of.

Only now there is no choice.

Yes, there is no alternative.

"Jin" rushed in the aging body, cheering, roaring.

How many years have I not felt so exhilarating, so unrestrained?

Old Firth continued to call out for the "energy" that had been stagnant in his body for a long time, and the violent runoff roared around him, and the unprecedented sense of crisis not only frightened away the demon wolves who surrounded him, but also forced Eronica and Vina to stay away.

The two girls knew that Faith was breaking through. This is not the result they expected, but it is a result that they have to accept, the fighters in the breakthrough cannot be disturbed, once they are disturbed, the huge "energy" flow will completely detonate in him and sweep everything around.

Neither they nor the demon wolves were immune.

They can only retreat to a relatively safe position, can only pray silently in their hearts, and can only quietly wait for the moment when fate will reveal the hole cards.

Compared to them, the Wind Demon Wolves could do less, they trembled around the old mercenaries, wanting to attack but not daring to attack, feeling an unprecedented crisis, they wandered between advance and flight, hesitating.

Finally, a demon wolf stopped wandering, and the man stood up and raised his head to the sky and howled, and then all the demon wolves followed suit, learning its movements and making a terrifying howl.

Old Fez didn't know anything about what was going on around him, but he knew roughly how Eronica and Vina were going to respond, and as for the demon wolves, how heavy was their response? Attacking him to detonate the "energy" flow will only bury the wolves, and then Eronica and Vina can get out of danger, if they don't attack, it's not better, it's nothing more than whether they can succeed or not, but whether they succeed or not, the wolves are no longer a threat.

He is now not concerned with the problem of the wolves, but with the question of his own success or failure. The "energy" flow in his body swelled at an extremely fast speed, fast beyond his imagination, fast enough beyond his control, he could hear the roar of the aging heart being oppressed, he could hear the squeak of the sparse skeleton being crushed, and he could hear the roaring sound of his own cool blood veins!

Old, old, old.

While sighing in his heart, the last bit of disobedience to old age in his heart vanished before the "energy" flow washed over the facts revealed in all corners of his body. The huge flow of "Jin" was like a knife, cutting his body from the inside.

There is no doubt that if he continues like this, he will be completely detonated by the violent "Jin" flow before he merges with the "Jin"!

No one wants to die, and neither does he.

He has a lover waiting for his return, and a daughter who is not yet married.

He, how can he let go!

Fez knew that with the power of mortals, time could not be reversed, and the aging body could not be rejuvenated. But if he wants to survive the impact of the violent "energy", he must take action, otherwise sooner or later he will be blown up in his body.

Since the body cannot be changed, the only thing that can be changed is the "energy" flow in the body. The old mercenary realized in his heart that because of the suppression of his own strength over the years, his control of "Jin" had already reached the critical point of the upper rank.

Under his guidance, although the speed of the "Jin" flow has not changed much, it has also become much more docile, and the pressure on the body has also decreased a lot. If the previous "Jin" current was an unstoppable waterfall that vowed to shatter everything, now the "Jin" flow rushing in his body is like a turbulent river, and no matter how fast the water is, it is difficult to inflict a devastating blow on both banks.

The pain did not diminish in the slightest, but the damage caused was significantly reduced, and even though every inch of skin and every drop of blood in his body was now wailing, Old Firth couldn't help but grin - if it went on like this, everything would fall into place!

The runoff around his body gradually flattened, and the "energy" flow gradually integrated into his blood and bone marrow, breathing with him and rushing together...... Finally, Old Firth opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, the threat of death felt by the wolves vanished without a trace. Without any warning, seven demon wolves jumped up at the same time, like he attacked!

The combined strike of the seven demon wolves can be compared to the combined strike of the seven lower ranks, and under such a strong joint blow, absolutely no lower rank fighters can escape the catastrophe.

It's just that they don't know that in the struggle between life and death just now, the roles of prey and hunter between them have quietly changed. The old mercenary drew his sword at a very fast speed, and then pulled out a brilliant silver flower under the night, without attacking the weak point, but the powerful "strength" directly shattered the skulls of the two demon wolves, breaking their joint blow.

"Whew!"

The remaining five demon wolves retreated with a wail and disappeared into the darkness, only the scarlet eyes announced the unwillingness of their masters.

"Fez, don't you ......?"

Facing the two girls with a mixture of joy and disbelief expressions, Firth nodded: "Yes, I succeeded. I've found a little bit of information that helps a fighter to advance through the ranks, and when the body can't carry the strong flow of 'energy' that is intense, I can think about it from a different perspective. ”

"Like, control."

"Learn to control your 'energy' flow."

The experience of the elder Fess is very important, the warrior is a path that mankind has explored by itself, it is bumpy and tortuous, and every bit of achievement is created by countless pioneers who have gone forward and built with their lives. The experience he has found may make it more likely that those who are stuck on the brink of promotion and physically unable to withstand the furious "energy" will have a better chance of success.

The path of a professional is constantly improving, whether it is a warfighter or a spellcaster.

There has to be a handful of people at the forefront.

"Congratulations, Firth!"

Eronica and Vina understood the joints and sincerely blessed them.

Old Firth smiled at their kindness, and suddenly his expression changed, and he looked into the distance.

The scarlet eyes lit up in pairs—six, seven, eight...... Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen! Eighteen in total! Probably all the demon wolves that escaped were attracted here, right? Faith remembered that Monia and the elves had roughly estimated that there were more than a dozen or twenty, and now he had encountered more than twenty, should he say that he had been with wolves endlessly since he killed a frost wolf king in the snowfield.

"Faith, are you sure?" Eronica asked, and Wiena looked over the place, waiting for his reply. Among the three of them, only Old Feith, who had broken through to the upper rank, could resist the attack of these more than ten demon wolves.

"I can only do my best." The old mercenary nodded, but his heart was not as calm as it seemed. Having fought to the death against frost wolves in the snowfield, he knew that lone wolves were not terrible, but wolves were terrible. "Seeing that the situation is not right, you can leave first, they can't keep me, I'm also a high-ranking fighter anyway."

Of course, this is a lie, he has already learned the speed of the demon wolf, even if he is now promoted to the upper position, the "energy" in his body has been integrated with the instinct of the body, and his various qualities have increased significantly, and his speed is not much faster than that of the demon wolves.

As for victory, that's even more extravagant. Not to mention that his dominant hand was unconscious from the flames before, the weapon he was using now was not the kind of weapon he was comfortable with, even if he was in good condition, he would not dare to fight so many demon wolves head-on.

Because he has just been promoted, it's not that there is any situation where his strength can't be controlled, but after he is promoted, he hasn't mastered the skills that really belong to the upper ranks, and his current fighting methods and fighting skills are still the routines of the lower-ranking fighters, which are not enough to exert his strength at all.

Imagine a mage who has just been promoted from middle to high and has not yet copied a high-level spell. He has more powerful spiritual power than a mid-level mage, and has a more subtle control over spells, even if he only uses a mid-level spell, he can crush a mid-level mage, but is this kind of high-level mage considered a high-level mage in a full state? How is it different from some genius mid-level mages?

Faith is in such an embarrassing stage, of course, it is a good thing to break through, but if you want to give full play to the strength after the breakthrough, it still takes a certain amount of time to carve. The old mercenary who lacks time to change his own fighting style can exert no more than thirty percent of the current strength.

In the face of nearly twenty wolves, I didn't have any bottom in my heart.

It's just that now, there is no bottom to be on.

"When there is no road ahead, all we can do is use the long sword in our hands to fight a bloody path!"

Firth held the sword in his left hand, as if he had traveled back in time to that bloody night. The tall man stood on the outskirts of the royal capital, facing the dense enemy, with no edge in sight, leading them to gouge through the coalition of nobles and crush the pride of the ancient nobles.

Perhaps, I can't do miracles.

Faith bowed his head,

However, I never lacked the courage to risk my life in the face of desperate situations!

He swung his sword.

It's not a big deal, it's just a death sentence.

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PS: Actually, I didn't plan on a breakthrough for Fez, before writing this chapter. It was just by chance that he would try to break through in the face of a mortal situation, so, inexplicably, he thought of the comment of the retired senior warrior in Mecarona City about his control, and inexplicably, he was promoted.

ps: The protagonist didn't explode, and the supporting characters exploded, which surprised me too much. The first time I opened the hanging, I actually gave it to an uncle! It's my first time! It's not for the protagonist, but for the uncle!

ps: Feith's situation can refer to a van master who has never been in contact with F1 at all, even if he is an autumn mountain bike god, and he was suddenly called to drive F1, and he didn't even train and adapt, how much strength do you think he can exert?

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