Butos clenched his fists and walked towards the stone puppet he had just fought against.

"Wait, wait a minute, little Butos!" said the Ringwraith suddenly.

Butos was a little confused, "What's wrong? I want to knock it down completely." ”

The Ringwraith snickered, "Of course, I want to. However, I have one thing for you now. ”

After saying that, a black gas escaped from the black ring that Butos was hanging around his neck, and then floated towards Butos's forehead.

A strong pain consumed little Butos in an instant, but soon, the pain was about to dissipate.

Butos only felt that after a trance, his memory seemed to be stuffed with something for no reason.

Butos searched in his mind, and soon, he realized that he had a lot more dazzling fighting moves in his memory.

"My dear little Butos," the Ringwraith snickered, "you can practice according to these, there will be no more powerful moves on the continent." ”

Butos frowned slightly: "These are too difficult...... How do you know these tricks? ”

The Ringwraith laughed, "Every day there will be countless undead gathering in the Black Swamp, and they will tell me everything they know......"

The Ringwrath suddenly realized that it seemed a little inappropriate to say this, so he immediately urged Butos: "Okay, go and practice, little Butos." ”

Butos walked slowly towards the stone puppet. The green light flickered again on the stone puppet's forehead, and the sword was drawn again.

Butos chose one of the most simple moves in his memory, which was the fighting skill of the ancient warrior monk - "Penetrating the Body".

The Armored Stone Puppet's sword slashed at Butos's shoulder, and Butos rolled and dodged, then tried to fight back with his fists.

But the puppet's sword had already slashed back at this time, and Butos had to dodge again.

The Ringwraith observed Bhutos's movements, admiring the body he had built for Bhutos, and he seemed to be a little satisfied, but a little disappointed.

Although Butos is physically better than ordinary people and has more agility, he is still far behind a real fighter or martial artist.

Finally, Butos found an opportunity, took a half-step backward with his right leg, stood up, and then used his body to drive his right arm, and at the same time used his right palm to slap the stone puppet's chest fiercely.

The stone puppet was instantly repulsed and scattered all over the ground as it fell.

Butos was a little surprised, he felt that this trick was surprisingly useful.

The Ringwraith understood all this, but he didn't intend to say anything, but instructed Butos to challenge the next one.

Butos walked over to the next armored stone puppet, and this time he did the same.

However, the ending was not what Butos had imagined.

Although Butos hit the puppet with his right palm, the puppet did not scatter at all, and the counterattack knocked Butos down.

Butos fell to the ground, and the stone puppet fell back into place.

While healing Butos with his own black qi, the Ring Spirit explained, "The ancient warrior monk's tricks need internal strength support, and you don't have that kind of thing in your body at all. ”

Butos was a little disappointed, rubbing his wounds and asking, "So what should I do?"

The Ringwraith laughed, "Why do you have to use this move? You can use something else. ”

"But the others are too hard......" Butos was a little frustrated.

"That's why you need to practice. The Ringwraith snickered, "If I help you learn these things directly, then one day you will lose these things too." ”

"Little Butoth," the Ringwraith continued, "everything that the spell supports will eventually turn into a bubble, including the present body, memories, and knowledge I have given you. ”

Butos was suddenly a little dazed at this moment.

"However, I have a way to keep your body in its current state, and memories and knowledge may dissipate, but as long as you can keep your current body, then all the tricks you practice now will not disappear. ”

"What should I do?" asked Butos.

"Elven Spring, hehehehe......" The ring spirit smiled evilly: "As long as you take a small sip, you will grow rapidly for more than ten years, but ......"

The voice of the Ringwraith's voice was full of anticipation: "The Elven Fountain is what gave birth to the Elven Forest, and the Elves will not allow others to get it. ”

Butos kept his head down, in fact, he didn't want to grow up quickly. But for the sake of old Butos, he had to do this when necessary.

"Don't worry, little Butoth...... What should be solved will always be solved. You just need to be strong now. ”

At this time, the place where Butos was hit no longer hurts, so Butos began to practice various moves.

The armor puppet can be said to be the simplest stone puppet, after a long practice, injured again and again and then getting up, Butos can only knock down the sixth stone puppet.

Although Butos was not satisfied with himself, in fact, he was able to defeat the sixth stone puppet, at least the combat ability of a medium knight.

Butos' progress was not very fast, but it was solid. Butos is convinced that he will one day be able to defeat the last stone puppet.

While Butos had this patience, the Ringwrath did not.

With less than a year to go until the "Dark Night", the Ringwraith can't focus all his energy on training Butos.

So the Ringwraith made a rule for Butos: as long as he could defeat the seventh armored stone puppet, Butos could leave.

In his second month at the training ground, Butos was finally confident that he could defeat the seventh stone puppet.

However, when Butos was about to challenge the seventh stone puppet, an accident occurred at the training ground.

A huge whirlpool suddenly appeared in mid-air at the training ground, and Butos looked at this sudden everything, and was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

The Ringwraith seemed to anticipate something, and once again hid his breath.

The whirlpool spewed purple lightning, and after a few dozen seconds, a hurricane poured out of the whirlpool, and in the hurricane, a man in a pale robe was blown out and finally fell to the ground. Immediately after, the whirlpool disappeared.

Butos hurriedly walked towards the man, and when Butos saw the appearance of this person, Butos couldn't help but exclaim: "Eramus!"

That's right, this person is Eramus.

At this time, Eramos's white robe was stained with blood, his long beard and face were also full of haze, and the wounds were still gurgling blood......

Eramus hoarsely commanded to Butos: "Take me...... Help me back ......."

Butos hurriedly picked up Eramus on his back, but in the next moment, Butos didn't know how to go.

At this time, Eramus still had a staff in his hand, but the light of the staff was extremely dim.

Eramus opened a door in front of Butos, and Butos hurriedly walked in.

On the other side of the door is the palace of Eramus.

Butos placed Eramos on the ground steadily, and Eramos looked very bad at this time.

"You go into the cloister...... At the end of the cloister there is a room...... You bring me a blue potion from inside...... The word on the potion......" Iramos said weakly, swiping his fingers in mid-air.

Several golden handwritings appeared in mid-air, and then fell into Butos's hands.

Butos hurriedly took the words and walked towards the cloister.

The room at the end of the cloister was much larger than it looked from the outside, and in one corner of the room lay all sorts of potions.

Just as Butos was searching, the Ring Spirit suddenly sounded: "'Flame Demon Spirit'! Although the breath is very weak, it is here!"

Butos exclaimed, "What are you talking about?

"Although its aura is sealed, it will never be completely obscured...... It's here!" the Ringwraith laughed excitedly.

However, Butos didn't go to find the "Fire Demon Spirit" first, and instead picked up the blue potion.

Just as Butos was about to leave, the Ringwraith suddenly stopped Butos: "It's right behind you!

Butos slowly turned his head, and he looked at the box that the Ringwraith had spoken of.

A red-hot glow flickered between the cracks of the box.

A small but hot flame quietly flowed from Butoth's pupils.