"Run. Running means that both legs will be off the ground at the same time! Always have one foot on the ground, that's called walking!"

Kylie still couldn't hold back, his voice echoing over the castle as loudly as he did when he wasn't hurt. His ribs didn't seem to be affected, at least not at all.

Feige took a step, another step, and he jumped. No way, when you can't run, you have to jump to get your feet off the ground. But in the case of extreme fatigue, the brain gives the command to "jump", and the feet will only perform "staggering".

After running on the city wall for two months, I was basically used to long-distance running, and when I thought that the day of my first day was just around the corner, a monster called "Weight Training" came again. Sandbags? non-existent. Feige was fully armed, that is, with riveted leather armor, spears, two crossbows, thirty crossbow arrows, daggers and hammers, helmet pots, ponchos, and all sorts of adventure miscellaneous items weighing twenty pounds, packed in two backpacks on the front chest and back.

Tron said that when he actually went out on a mission, the backpack was straddled on either side of the saddle. However, this matter cannot be said in front of Kylie. Once you mention "having a horse when you're out and about", the next day you'll add a horse to your weight training – the kind that needs to be carried on your shoulders.

Feige thought about the image, and although he thought it should be a lie, he didn't have a chance to try it at all.

What happens if you run too much, if you're too tired? Feige will tell you: it's like going to hell. This is not an exaggeration. With each step, he doesn't feel like he's moving forward, but he's falling, falling constantly. The support given by the ground to the soles of the feet is insensible because of numbness, and only the eternal gravitational pull is real. Falling, like a soul heading to hell.

The only thing that supports Feige not to stop is spells. After two months of training, the pain of the whiplash was no longer sufficient, and Kylie's roar became the same as a lullaby, and even the broth in his dinner lost its appeal. Feige paralyzed himself by reciting incantations as he ran, classifying, organizing, and summarizing them in his brain over and over again. It turns out that as long as you don't think about "stopping", your legs may not have the brains to stop.

"Come, add food today, come and drink soup!" said the old man Kiplin, who was on crutches with a steaming clay pot hanging from the crutches. "Ramsden, bring me four bowls. Run, run, you gluttonous little fat!"

Ramsden smiled brightly in agreement, his mind and nose already over the broth. However, he did not forget to hand over the blunt sword he used for practice to Wu Mama for safekeeping, nor did he forget to take off the bamboo mat armor and put it on the shelf. Chubby ran out with a whoosh, looking faster than a rabbit.

"Alas, I'm so tired, but as the saying goes, with meat stew, I don't want anything else. Oh, thank you Tron. Old man Kiplin sat down in the chair that Tron had brought and handed him both the cane and the pot. "You boys have been training hard, and it's only been a month since the beginning of winter. A month later, the three eaglets descend the mountain for the winter, and Tron you have to take care of the two of them. ”

"Don't worry, I'll take care of them. ”

"Don't forget to train, you can't stop. Kylie snorted and sat down with his chest on his back. "This year, in addition to not letting Ramsden eat fat, you will also have to hand over to Wu Mama with a razor. ”

"He hasn't grown a beard yet. Tron was puzzled.

"If it's not long, you have to scrape, and then it will grow. The way he looks is a danger in itself. It would be better if you could have a beard. Yes, a beard is armor, just remember that!"

Tron's expression was distorted, but Wu Mama did not approve or disagree. If someone hands the razor, he will use it, without rejection. If no one delivers it, he won't worry about it, and he won't be obsessed.

"What kind of meat is in the jar, it tastes so good!" After Feige arrived at the Ice Peak Fortress, he had not eaten pigs, cows, sheep and chickens, but horses, griffins, wolves, foxes, rabbits, and squirrels had all eaten. Facts have proved that as long as you have the foodie spirit of "no waste, no luxury" of a big foodie empire, there is nothing that the body can't bear.

"Bamboo rats, those who fell into the trap are really unlucky fellows. I can pick up something delicious even if my hand is broken, that's the skill!" "But the old man has added something else to it, I want to think about it......"

He wasn't thinking, but using the technique of meditation. When the full version of the Eagle School meditation technique is performed, the blood vessels near the eyes, nose, ears, and tongue will bulge and take on a heavy purple-red color. At the same time, the hairs on the surface of this person's body will also stand up, and even cause the hair and beard to stand upright, which looks a little scary. Giles kept his bald head not because he was bald, but because it was easier to become stronger.

Kylie didn't shave bald, he just tied his hair tightly so he wouldn't blow his head. With a few twitches of his nose, he lifted the meditation technique: "Locust powder, as well as several medicinal herbs, are good things. Isn't it a bit of a waste to give them a few?"

With that, he snatched the bowl that Ramsden had brought and prepared to pour himself one.

Kiprin grabbed the spoon and tapped him on the back of his hand: "Put it down! Your share is in my room, and there's a pot! The bones are yours, leave me the rotten meat." I have bad teeth. ”

"Say it earlier!" said Keley, slapping the bowl into Chubby's arms, standing up and striding towards the tower. Once inside the castle, he found himself in a no-man's corner, untied his water bag and took a sip, then leaned against the wall and took a nap.

Kiprin put all the "giant fruit" in the soup, and the locust powder and medicinal herbs were actually used to mask the taste. The four young men, including Feige, divided the meat and soup from the clay pot equally, and under Kiplin's gaze, it was not allowed to give Ramsden more if he wanted to.

In fact, one person is just a bowl, and it is not much compared to belly. But after this bowl of soup entered the stomach and intestines, the warm feeling spread, and every bone, every muscle, and even every hair was refreshing. Feige used meditation techniques, observed himself, and even noticed that some of the bruises caused by the training were rapidly healing.

"You have medicine in your food to help you recover. Well, you don't need to train today, and a good night's sleep is better than anything else. If Kyle asked, he said I said it. Old Kiplin looked at the empty jar with satisfaction, and was about to get up to go back, but was stopped by Feige.

"Teacher, I have to report back to you. Ever since he learned meditation and started experimenting with it, he has used the title Sensei. "The first spell, I can do it now. ”

He reached out his hand, palmed towards the empty clay pot, and whispered "SUA". The clay pot shook for a moment, and then slowly flew up from the cane, as if it had wings. It flew steadily, heading in the direction of Fitch on the other side of the table.

Curiously, Ramsden reached out and poked the clay pot lightly. The clay pot crooked, drawing a small arc in the air, but it still came to Feige's hand.

"It's not magic...... It's a shame, but congratulations on your talent in spells. The old man applauded, and then said, "How did you manage to cast a spell with only one syllable?"

Instead of asking about the control distance of the spell, the upper limit of the weight and speed of the object that can be moved, the most important point was directly discovered: the spell. Even though he had never shown it, Kiprin had definitely studied spells, and must have used some of his knowledge of spells in addition to divine arts, otherwise it would have been almost impossible to grasp the most crucial things so quickly.

Spells are many, spells are long, and spells often malfunction, which is the biggest problem with spells. There are 1,100 ways to chant the Item Movement Spell, or Mage's Hand Spell, which is similar but all different. The longest mantra has forty-two syllables, and it takes eight or nine seconds to recite it at the earliest, so it is not practical at all. The shortest incantation in the book "Mystical Wisdom in Stories, Proverbs" has eight syllables, which at least can be used. And in The Law and Language of the Devil, the incantation has three syllables.

Feige shortened it to one and a half, in which part of the devil's abilities was used.

"I can't explain how I did it yet, maybe it was just a coincidence, maybe it was the luck of the goddess's blessing, or maybe I did something right unintentionally. With a push of both hands, the pot flew back to the old man, hanging on his cane. "Teacher, I want some paper and pen, I want to summarize this spell well. I had a feeling that I should be able to discover something. ”

"Do you feel it? Then this must be a blessing from the goddess!" "It is recorded in many scriptures that when believers come close to the truth, the goddess will encourage and help you and provide you with inspiration. Pen, no problem. Paper, you save some use. I can give you a chalkboard, there should be a few hundred chalks in stock, is that enough?"

"Enough, thanks. "Feige knows that the paper in this world is not as common as in later generations, and the improved version of papermaking should not have been discovered. However, he had already taken up a lot of time with physical training and spell learning, and he didn't have time to try his hand at papermaking.

In the process of reciting the mantras over and over again, he mentally shuffled the established order of the mantras in the book, reclassifying them and trying to memorize them in a more convenient and regular way. In this process, he vaguely felt that there was indeed some kind of rule in it, but it was too difficult to summarize it purely with brain calculations. It would be nice to have a database, and it would be much more convenient to make use of statistics and program algorithms. Still, you can do a lot without a computer, with pen and paper.

A half-syllable spell, he can complete the spell of the mage's hand, and there must be something strange in it. How much role did the devil soul play in it, and what did Yan Rui, who has otherworldly thinking, do in it. What is the relationship between these changes and the spell of the Mage's Hand spell in the spell book? Feige consumes his soul in exchange for a smarter brain in Hell, so he's always on the look.

"You can write a letter and report this new incantation method to the church, and there are special pastors under 'Word' to count these kinds of things. I testify to you that you will be rewarded for this debriefing, which will be good for you to receive indulgences in the future. ”

"I'll remember. However, I would like to summarize it first and report it when it is more important. ”

"Your mantra is short enough if it could be improved into a spell. The Eagle School currently only has three major spells, Reverse Thrust, Burst and Light Body, and the number is too small. Oh, and the spells will be taught to you together when you complete the enhanced circle and start learning the martial arts of our school. Alas, maybe I'm a little greedy......"

Spells?Fei Qi had an idea, maybe he couldn't just pay attention to the red bookshelf, and the martial arts of those black bookshelves might also provide inspiration.

Just as he was excited about discovering new territory and crying for the increase in reading, an unfamiliar loud roar sounded outside the fortress: "What about people? Why haven't you looked? Open the door!"