In the depths of the dark forest, a slightly thin figure appeared under a large tree, wearing a black mage apprentice's robe, full of tattered holes, and holding a black walnut staff in his hand, showing that the owner of the staff loved it very much, and often played with it to be so dark. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info also carried a huge gourd on his back, and his face was a handsome young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, but his face was slightly embarrassed by sweat and dust.

This person's name is Haoran, born in the mysterious family of a local tyrant in the Oriental Continent, but his luck is not good, and he was robbed by bandits and used as a meat ticket shortly after he was born. Unexpectedly, before the family's ransom was mentioned, this group of unlucky bandit kidnappers was wiped out by the Western Grand Magister Cerro, who traveled here. When Sero rescued Haoran, he found that this son turned out to be a rare 'chaotic body', and the so-called 'chaotic body' is the body of the 'five virtues' that is similar to the eastern continent of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. In other words, this son is not like those mages who can only learn one series of spells or at most three types of spells, he can learn all the spells in the world, and all five systems practice the highest level and can even learn the light holy light technique of the Light Sect and the black magic of the Dark Temple.

When he learned that the child had been saved by Sero's power, he thanked him and invited his benefactor back to the mansion to entertain him. Cerro didn't hide it, and said the idea of bringing Haoran to the Western Magic Continent to cultivate a generation of great magicians. Haoran's father is of course very willing, and if he can learn spells from such a powerful person, he will definitely be able to glorify his ancestors in the future. As for Haoran's mother, she must be reluctant, her son was snatched away and frightened, and she just got it back, but her words are really negligible in a world dominated by men. In this way, Haoran was taken to the Western Magic Continent by Sero just after the full moon.

The five main types of magic in the West are: air, fire, earth, water, and thunder, as well as the holy light magic of the Holy See of Light and the black magic of the Dark Temple, and the life magic of the long-eared elves.

Although Hao Ran is a 'Chaos Body', it takes him more time to learn magic than those single-line mage apprentices, and the total amount of magic energy (mana) he has the same as that of children of the same age, and the five systems are equally divided, and he is dwarfed when learning those simple introductory magic, because the amount of magic energy required to condense the primary magic of a single line is not up to standard, and he cannot use magic. Even Sero couldn't help him with the problem of Haoran's magical powers, so he could only increase his meditation time and make up for his shortcomings by practicing more than ordinary people.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off to some people, on Haoran's sixteenth birthday, he finally produced the first fireball in his life, although this fireball looked a little malnourished, but fortunately it lasted long enough, and other people's fireballs had to be released out of their hands, otherwise they would either be extinguished, or they would explode and hurt themselves. But Haoran's fireball was different, as long as his magic could be used, he could keep burning. When he left his hand to release the fireball, there was an unexpected effect, after the fireball hit a large bluestone, it did not burn it black like the others, but was as strong as a phosphorus bomb, and it burned for ten minutes before gradually extinguishing, and then the bluestone was dissolved into a hole the size of an adult's fist.

Sixteen-year-old Haoran is going to participate in the Coming-of-Age Festival, he must come to the world of Warcraft--- in the dark jungle to obtain his coming-of-age ceremony, that is, the magic crystal of a primary demon beast, as the hard currency of the upper class of the Western Magic Continent--- magic crystal has a wide range of uses, can be used in the production of wands, wands inlay, can also provide magic for some magic props, and can also be used as a convenient means to enhance the magic energy of mages. Of course, before the age of sixteen, the structure of the body has not matured and cannot be used too early, and if you want to use the magic crystal to enhance your own magic energy, you must rely on your own ability to obtain it on your own coming-of-age festival, and now is the first step in Haoran's life experience.

In fact, as the most suitable rite of passage, it should be to obtain the magic crystal of low-level demonic beasts on the periphery of the dark forest, which is low risk and easy to kill. On the day of Coming-of-Age, you can enter the Dark Forest in a team of five to go on an adventure to hunt for treasure, but Haoran, as the closed apprentice of Sero, one of the only three remaining Magiors in the West, can tolerate receiving his own rite of passage on the periphery. This is not only for himself, but also for the old Sero, who is also a master and a father. In order for Haoran to find the most suitable method for him to use his magical energy, Sero passed on his understanding of magic and the knowledge of other excellent magicians to Haoran from the age of three. For more than ten years, and telling him what he saw and heard in various parts of the mainland as a story, Haoran fell asleep sweetly in amazement and worship every night, so in his young heart, he buried a heart that was unwilling to be ordinary early.

The others are small goblins who hunt low-level goblins on the periphery in groups of five, or those who are bold enough to go a little deeper and hunt second-level monsters --- coyotes. But Haoran was alone out of everyone's sight, walking towards the depths of the dense forest, saying to himself as he walked: "I will definitely get a perfect magic crystal, and I will see if you will laugh at me when the time comes." ”

Over the years, Haoran has been under the eyes of everyone, because he has been despised for his delay in condensing the fireball technique and other elementary magic that mage apprentices can learn at the age of eight or nine, because the 'Chaos Body' cannot be known to others, otherwise it will definitely cause an uproar, because every 'Chaos Body' will eventually be either a Dharma God whose strength is comparable to that of the gods, or he will become a waste person who cannot learn magic, and the growth of each Dharma God will be accompanied by countless disputes and dry bones, and it is also the object of contention among the major forces.

Therefore, in the Western Continent, only the master and apprentice knew Haoran's secret, and Cerro repeatedly told Haoran to keep his mouth shut. Of course, he has done this for so many years. It's just that the unwilling heart made him suffer enough today, first being chased by a pack of coyotes on the periphery, and then being swept deep into this dense forest by the hateful fourth-level demonic beast --- the green-faced baboon. Finally, he saw the right time and threw out a fireball to startle the big baboon away. It's just a pity that I couldn't get its magic crystal, otherwise there would be no need to worry about the coming-of-age ceremony, because the blue-faced baboon is a fourth-level magical beast.

He shook his head to let himself give up the unrealistic idea, took out the bread and nibbled on two bites, so that he could recover his strength as soon as possible and return to the outskirts of the dense forest to kill his target: the third-level demonic beast --- the spotted flying snake. I took off the gourd behind my back, took a sip of my home-brewed plum wine, and was feeling comfortable when I heard movement in the grass behind me. Hao Ran immediately turned around, clenched his staff and chanted softly: "Wind Spirit, add to me, light body technique, rise!Earth Spirit, protect my body, Earth Shield, now!" Ready for battle, he aimed his staff at the grass that made a sound.

In an instant, I saw a golden goblin with a foot tall, fat head and big ears, holding a small axe rushing out of the grass, it shook its little nose from time to time sniffing something, and then came to Haoran and showed a sudden look, and then stared at the small eyes the size of peanuts, revealing a fierce look, stretching out the small axe and pointing at Haoran's mouth and screaming.

Haoran thought about it for a moment, goblins and dwarves have the same hobby, that is, drinking, especially the mellow fruity fruit wine, which is not attracted by the aroma of plum wine. It's just that this little guy is actually a descendant of the golden family in the goblin group, and the golden brin is also. Haoran couldn't help but think: "This thing is not easy to get, the skin is invulnerable, and it is difficult for even a great sword master to injure it, let alone my little mage apprentice." But if you give up this perfect coming-of-age ceremony like this, you can't bear it, the opportunity is rare, Haoran secretly thought: "It's rare to fight a few times in life, let's fight, although he has thick skin and is durable, but fortunately, his attack power is not high, as long as he dodges in time, he should be able to slowly consume it to death!

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