"That's right," agreed the witch, "on that battlefield, you just happen to be a psychic fellow—notice my wording, 'can use,' not 'can use.'" Although being able to use psychic powers is still quite rare in this day and age, it doesn't mean that you know how to fight, or that you have the ability to protect the village. Although it was the truth, the witch's words were always uncomfortably harsh.

Sid cleared his throat, took over, and said some of the sergeant's opinions: "A person's combat ability includes tactical awareness, combat skills, and combat experience, and the three parts are combined and interacted. If you don't have enough tactical awareness, you will become a 'slow step' as you just said, and you will always be behind the enemy or the battle situation, and you will always be in a hurry to deal with it. ”

Ian bowed his head slightly: "I don't know how to fight at all. He recalled the painful experience of trying to fight the mushroom thieves for the first time, "If the mushroom thieves I encountered at that time were half as murderous as those in Light Breeze Village, I am afraid I would have died long ago." ”

"Well, the mushroom thief is a bit weird this time, and I'm going to do some research on this. The witch seemed to be speaking to herself, her voice getting softer and softer, but she suddenly raised her voice again, "But then again, you are just an ordinary person with no training, and you don't need to be too inferior. Although the physical ability is a mess, but in terms of spiritual power, there are still some points worth noting, otherwise the attacks before you go berserk will not be effective. ”

The witch looked a little careless, and said, "The three spirits you have embodied this time all have basic combat abilities. It's not easy for a novice to be able to manifest three at the same time while in a lucid state, and I still remember what happened when you first came here...... Hmm, unexpectedly. The witch gave Ian rare encouragement, but immediately turned her head again, "But as you said yourself, you don't have fighting skills, and if you want me to say, you don't use your psychic power to fight." Although he controlled these three spirits, he was unable to exert his due combat ability. ”

Ian nodded helplessly.

"I can see that their god forms have been copied through precise observation of other people, so that little girl can attack like Ba, and at one point even relieve you. I don't know where you learned it, but it looks pretty good. ”

Ian knew that the witch was talking about Flynn appearing on the battlefield as an archer, and imitating Ba's archery skills to storm the mushroom thief's encirclement.

"Ah, that's pretty handsome!" Sid remembers it vividly, "I said how Flynn didn't feel the same as the last time I saw it, it turned out that she put on Ba's hunter outfit. ”

"It's not just the costume, it's the combat skills! But imitation is imitation after all, you don't know these combat methods yourself, and even if you can imitate one or two, you can't connect all these skills, let alone fight continuously. Also, when you manifest Frynn, Zach can't continue to attack, and when you manifest Andrew, neither Zach nor Flynn can stop fighting. In other words...... old witch paused, as if to make sure Ian understood what she was saying, and as if to give Ian time to think, "although you can manifest three at once, you can only control one at a time." So I suggest that you do two things in the future: one is the fighting technique, which you must master yourself, otherwise it will be difficult for the spirits to fight smoothly and coherently, and on the other hand, you must learn to be able to control multiple spirits at the same time, otherwise it will be difficult for your psychic power to work. ”

Hearing the witch's words, Ian's vague thought finally became clear.

If you can experience and deeply understand these combat techniques, the way these weapons are used, and the spirit body that you have embodied should be able to fight more freely and use these weapons more efficiently. Just like forging with psychic power, the more you know and are familiar with the weapon, and the more clear you are about the form you need, the easier it is to build an ideal weapon.

Maybe Flynn can not only use a bow and arrow, but also switch the form of battle at will? Ian couldn't help but start to think about it.

"But......" he thought about it again and asked, "......Do I have to learn swordsmanship, bows, and daggers?"

"I've already shown you the direction," said the witch, as if she had exhausted all her patience for the day, "don't be coquettish with me like a child!"

Ian argued, "I didn't ......" As soon as he spoke, he was interrupted impatiently by the witch: "Decide for yourself, it's not me who wants to practice!"

Ian looked at Sid at a loss, but Sid quickly stood up under the witch's fierce gaze: "It's late! I'll go back first, Ian, think about it yourself, I'll talk about it tomorrow!"

"That's right!" Ian suddenly thought, "Sid, he's good at swordsmanship, and he's been in the army for so many years...... Not only swordsmanship, you should know some training methods for all kinds of weapons, right? Yes, surely, I've seen the archery range in the Rifted Rock Fort barracks with my own eyes!"

Thinking of this, Ian felt a little relieved, and after a few moments, he made up his mind.

The next morning, Sid went out of the glazed wood into the witch's hollow.

Knowing that the lord was sending more men to hunt him down, Sid decided not to return to Rift Rock Castle. He thought about it again and again, on the one hand, he couldn't explain where he lived and who treated his injuries for so many days when he disappeared, and on the other hand, even if he went back, he would still be questioned for his trespass of transferring troops without permission. According to what he knew about the lord Bartod, even if he was finally spared the death penalty, it was impossible for him to develop there again.

After thinking about it, he decided not to show his face at all, and let Riprock Castle think that he had been eaten by the monsters and there were no bones left.

But the witch is too small here, and there is only one entrance, according to his words, "too risky", if he is discovered, he can't escape. So, he set up a hidden camp in the depths of the glazed forest alone as his temporary refuge.

In addition to eating and sleeping, Sid now patrols the perimeter of the camp and the large tree hole every day to see if the traps he made have been broken and if there are any signs of intruders. Once you're sure you're okay, you'll head to the witch's big tree hole to see how Ian is doing.

But the witch scoffed at his actions: "No one has come in this wooded forest for many years, not even a woodland elf can be seen. There are weeds and shrubs everywhere, and it is impossible to walk here without knowing the road. Sid didn't bother to argue with her.

"Sid, I want to ask you for something. Ian sat down and spoke.

"Oh, so solemn, what's the matter?"

"I want to learn swordsmanship. ”

"Okay. Sid didn't even think about it.

"Really? I'm serious. ”

"To tell you the truth, you should have learned it a long time ago," Sid said, "although you don't necessarily live long if you know how to do swordsmanship," Sid touched the freshly healed wound on his shoulder, which was still scabbing and faintly itchy, "but if you don't know swordsmanship, you must not live long if the world is chaotic." As soon as the conversation changed, Sid laughed evilly again: "However, my training is very hard!"

"No problem. Ian smiled confidently, but he wouldn't be able to smile like that two days later.

Sid's militarized training does not have a "step-by-step" concept, and the army conducts recruit training in the form of screening and elimination. Sid is not a good instructor, and he has never attended a military academy, so he will only follow the example and copy the training he has received.

However, the injuries on Ian and Sid's shoulders, one light and the other severe, have not yet fully healed, so Sid temporarily asked Ian to recover his strength, increase his strength and improve his reflexes, so as to lay a good foundation for weapons training in the future. And these basic physical trainings are simply an abyss of pain for Ian, who is a little skinny.

After only two days, he had almost doubled his meal, and every day at noon he returned to the witch's hollow, tired and hungry. After a short lunch break, there is still an afternoon share of training to be completed. And at night, Sid didn't plan to let him go—he had to train his five senses in the dark woodland. It is said that it is the five senses, and the main thing is to listen and see.

The ears should be able to hear the bowstring firing from a distance of 100 paces, and further training should be able to quickly catch the sound of arrows flying through the sky, so as to judge the direction and react. "That way, you won't be killed by a poisoned arrow that sneaks up easily. Sid briefly explained the purpose of the training.

The eyes need to be able to quickly adapt to the darkness, even changes in light, and if they can't, they must also know how to use everything around them to stall for time until the eyes adapt to the maximum advantage.

Taste and smell are also sensitive enough, but these are not the main things in Sid's training camp. The instructors all knew that there would be special arrangements for talented people to conduct in-depth training in this area, so ordinary soldiers just taught them to recognize the smell of some common poisons. Sid himself was born with poor quality in this regard, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

The last is perception, which should be "intuition" according to Sid, and I don't know if he didn't learn it well, or if the instructor didn't teach it well. Although Sid argues that he has used his instincts to avoid danger on several occasions, Ian prefers the former. He vaguely felt that this could be combined with the perception of his own spiritual power, and the "intuition" was too mysterious.

Back in the middle of the night, Ian had to add food. After a few days, the witch began to curse, complaining that Granny Sumu had sent her a rice bucket to eat her.

Snow falls every three or five days throughout the Eternal Night Moon, and the trees in the glazed forest are numerous, and the snow in the woodland is especially difficult to melt. Ian and Sid ran and climbed deep in the woods, dragging the felled logs back and forth with ropes tied to them, or hanging upside down from the trees with their legs tied to do some waist and abdominal strength exercises.

This training continued until the last day of the Eternal Night Moon, when Sid designed a "fitness test" for Ian.

"Today is the day of the exam," he smiled mysteriously, "I have prepared an exam room for you." ”