Since he was a child, He Ming dreamed of becoming a magician in the Marfa Continent.

Master Lei Duan has been teaching newcomers magic diligently in the Ginkgo Valley for many years, and to this day, he still does his best to teach these disciples to use magic.

Watching those disciples go from clumsy and dazed to skillful and confidently casting one spell after another was the most satisfying moment for Master Lei Duan. Now that the living space of the Beechcraft human being is severely squeezed by monsters, every disciple who comes out of the school means that this situation has become better.

But when he shifted his focus to a disciple with a slender and thin figure and a delicate face, that satisfied expression slowly disappeared. He shouted as he screamed, and another big fireball hit a chicken, and when the fifth big fireball hit, the chicken was burned to death.

Master Lei Duan called this disciple to his side, his expression was complicated, and he didn't speak for a while. After sorting out the words, he finally spoke: "He Ming, I have taught my disciples for so many years, you are the most receptive and the fastest learner, and when others can't figure out their spells and magic powers, you cast a standard fireball technique. After a pause, he decided to continue.

"But I don't know why, you learn fast and understand well, but it just doesn't work! At that time, it took you five fireballs to kill a chicken, and I was very confused. When you killed a chicken with three lightning spells, I thought you had finally made progress. However, now that you've learned even the big fireball of advanced spells, you still need to kill a chicken in five hits! Also, the last time you learned teleportation, the first time you cast it, it had a successful effect, but it didn't teleport out, and you can't perform teleportation after that, and you can't even be a support mage. ”

He Ming lowered his head, he knew that the master had taken good care of himself, and he had done his best to be patient with him until today. In this Marfa continent, where humans are almost caught between the cracks, what an expensive resource it takes to train a mage.

Master Lei Duan continued, "However, with your understanding, memory, and intellectual curiosity, I don't think it's the right choice for you to give up being a warrior just like that. Thirty miles west of the road, there is a border village, where warriors are trained. The director of the Border Village Martial Arts Pavilion, Mr. Dragonblood is a good friend of mine, bring this letter of introduction to him, I believe that with your receptivity and understanding, you will become an excellent fighter. Hey, you take this bronze short sword, I hope you can walk well on the road of warriors in the future. ”

He Ming bowed gratefully to Master Lei Duan. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "The disciple thanked the master. ”

Then he packed his luggage, took the bronze sword, and reluctantly left the place where he had studied hard for his dream for many years, and walked towards the unknown future.

Walking alone on the road, it is inevitable to think about it, and in order to get rid of the sad part of his mind, He Ming put his mind on the scenery on the side of the road.

Most of the current Beechcraft is occupied by orcs. Only the Ginkgo Mountain Village and the border village are close to the sea, and they have not been infested by orcs. So the main grain production point of the whole Beechcraft is here. Seeing the endless fields on the side of the road, He Ming felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy, and at the same time he was proud that he had participated in the activities to protect these fields and prevent some little monsters from harming the crops. Feeling the fragrance of the fields as he walked, He Ming forgot his frustration for a while, and his pace began to be brisk. Even when he started to get a little carried away, a loud and exaggerated meow caught his attention.

He Ming turned his head to follow the cat's meow, a one-meter-tall, upright cat-headed monster, clutching a farm tool hook with one paw, trampling on unripe crops and attacking a farmer. It's worth it! He Ming's anger came up, it is rare that this pure land that is not disturbed by the half-orcs bears the heavy responsibility of feeding Beechcraft, you three-legged cat will come to destroy it in broad daylight! The farmer was empty-handed, probably because the cat monster had snatched the farm tools, and he was shaking helplessly. Seeing that the situation was urgent, He Ming chanted a spell, and a fireball spell hit the back of the multi-hooked cat.

He Ming's spell still had an effect, burning a handful of hair on the back of the multi-hooked cat, and the multi-hooked cat meowed, turned around and rushed towards He Ming. There is no doubt that it is unrealistic to want to use He Ming's fireball technique to kill such a big cat monster. He Ming left to shake off his burden, picked up the bronze sword, and slashed at it with a sword when the multi-hooked cat pounced on him. But he had never used a sword, and even his center of gravity was unstable when he slashed it, not only did he dodge the multi-hooked cat, but he almost slipped. The hooked cat slipped past him without a slurry, scratching a few scars on his left arm and meowing like mockery as it ran around him.

He Ming was enraged, and he once again grabbed his sword and rushed towards the multi-hooked cat. This time, instead of slashing blindly, he saw the opportunity to get close to the multi-hook and slashed hard.

It's a pity that He Ming is a beginner who has never used a sword, this opportunity is just what he thinks he has seized, and he seriously underestimates the instinct of a predator. The multi-hooked cat obviously pounced on him, but when the sword slashed past, it was a little off, allowing the multi-hooked cat to slip past him again, leaving several wounds under his ribs. Fortunately, this cat monster seemed to be a little afraid of the sharp blade in his hand, and did not attack him all the time, but kept using his flexible body to disturb He Ming from time to time.

I was just removed from Ginkgo Valley, let me learn warrior skills, and now I have a sword in my hand but I am going to plant it in the hands of this little monster, He Ming's mind began to be congested, isn't it that magic has no effect and I can't use a sword, I'm really afraid of you a cat like a big person? Because of the anger and excitement, He Ming's whole body trembled. The lively multi-hooked cat pounced again and was ready to give He Ming a hard blow, and the predator's instinct made it decide to end the fight when it found that its prey was starting to tremble, and this time it did not spare any strength but pounced directly.

Soon it trembled and paid the price because it didn't know what the target was, and He Ming hit it fiercely and pressed it under him. Ignoring its claws scratching at itself, its knees pressing its belly, his left hand pressed his neck tightly, and with all his strength he slashed at the head of the multi-hooked cat, but because of the smooth fur, it was slipped away. Cutting is not going to die, He Ming stabbed it with a backhand sword towards its head and chest, and didn't realize until he had no strength to raise his hand that the multi-hooked cat had long since moved.

After the fierce battle, He Ming felt that his right leg, left rib, and arm were split in several places, and it hurt hotly. Fortunately, the wound was not too deep and did not bleed too much. Then the farmer came running with a hoe in tow, and when he saw this, he hurriedly dropped the hoe, and tore strips of cloth from his clothes and bandaged them.