Chapter 2: Advancement Quest (Page 1/1)

Although he said it indifferently, Wu Qi still cleaned up the items that the violent bear exploded very neatly, and directly teleported to the Forest of the Dead, and saw the elemental order Io in front of him? The small courtyard where Ryan was.

Step out of the silent "black and white world" and step into the verdant and vibrant elemental order Io? The small courtyard where Ryan was.

"Young Master Yan, it's a pleasure to see you grow so fast. You're the most gifted adventurer I've ever met. Old Io seemed to sit forever on the wooden stake with its emerald green branches, and he smiled kindly and contentedly when he saw Wu Qi walk in.

"Thank you for the compliment!" Wu Qi leaned over gently, clenched his right fist slightly, and placed it at his heart to express his gratitude.

"Little guy, you're here to find a way for the Flame Mage to ascend, right?" Io? Ryan smiled clearly, he pointed to the wooden stake opposite, motioned for Wu Qi to sit down, and thought with a slight frown, sorting out his words, "The promotion path of the third-order flame mage seems to be a little different from other professions."

Wu Qi's heart thumped, it was not quite the same

The difference may mean that the Flame Mage after the third order is stronger than other classes, but it may mean that the task of advancing to the rank will be cumbersome

If it was usual, he might have a strong interest because it was not quite the same, but now, with many top players competing for the first person in the third order, he didn't want it to be different!

"Take it easy, little one. Nervousness is the deadliest for a mage who needs extreme calm. "Maybe feel Wu Qi's nervousness and notice Wu Qi's worry, Elemental Order Io? Ryan smiled lightly and comforted, "The Flame Mage advancement task is not difficult, well, it's just not quite the same as other third-order professions"

"Young Flame Mage, do you know something about the Fourth Order?" Io? Ryan asked, changing the subject.

"A little" Wu Qiqi nodded, combining his own understanding and some analysis on the forum, slowly organizing the wording, "To advance to the fourth order, you need to awaken your own bloodline, and the sensing element is combined with it" The tavern in the middle of the night in the town of the Wind Talker was more lively than usual, the scantily clad maid walked through the tavern with the pace of wind (anti-harmony), and the elderly bard wore shabby but clean robes, and was poured a lot of alcohol by several good adventurers, and his wrinkled face was a little red. His face was slightly drunk, and he excitedly told about what he had seen and heard when he was young.

Roland sat in the corner of the tavern with Caen, his goblet shaking the red liquor, chatting with each other as he sipped.

Caen watched the bard's performance not far away for a while, and he pondered his words and said slowly, "Roland, your injuries are completely healed. I've been away from Confederation College for more than two months, and it's time to go back and continue to be taught by my teachers. ”

"Hmm!" Roland shook his glass slowly, and muffled in response. He knew in his heart that the town of the Windtalker was not a place to live for long, and that sooner or later the two of them would leave. As his injuries improved, he slowly began to think about leaving, so he was not surprised.

Seeing that Roland didn't respond, Caen couldn't help but say: "You are about to become an adult, and our Federal College has a free style of study, and the one who achieves it comes first." With your talent, you will definitely learn a lot when you go to our academy."

Without waiting for Caen to finish, Roland shook his head slowly.

His heart was full of entanglement, the specific situation of the Federal College had been told to him by Caen for more than a month, and he was fascinated by it. In his heart, the southern countries were the best place for him to go, and he naturally wanted to go there and see and see.

But the Sealed Sword Mercenary Group is in the Clare Town of the Greenland Empire, where his uncle Austin and Mas are there, and he has only lived with the mercenary group for more than a month after crossing into this big 6, and from there, he feels a strong smell of relatives, and everyone takes good care of him and treats him as a relative. This feeling made him, who had never experienced family affection, addicted and reluctant to abandon it.

"I'd better go back to the small town of Krar first." Rowland said vaguely. "When I came out, I just said that I had been training for a while, and if I didn't go back for a long time, I was afraid that Uncle Austin would worry about me."

Caen nodded, sighing inwardly. Naturally, he heard the perfunctory words in Roland's words, and did not speak again.

The next morning, Roland and Caen were out of town. On the path at the entrance of the town, Chaoyang separated the figures of the two people.

Caen was dressed in leather armor, with a longbow behind his back and a dagger hidden at his waist. He arched his hand and said, "Don't leave it at that." In the future, if you want to come to the Federal College, say hello, and my brother will definitely treat you well. ”

"Hmm!" Roland nodded, and when they were about to part, he couldn't say anything. In the past month or so, he and Caen have gone from being ignorant to being like brothers. Caen cared for him with great care, holding no hold on to anything that could be given to him, and taking care of him like a brother. Roland is grateful.

"Take care all the way!"

"Take care!"

Roland looked at Caen's back, collected the sentimentality in his heart, and walked in the direction of the small town of Clare.

Under the sun's rays and the rolling snow, the two teenagers split into two roads, one to the south and the other to the north, and there was no retention, so they strode forward back to back.

"It's time to eat," Roland muttered quietly, his hand movements not pausing at all. He carefully lifted the lid of the pot, and the steaming heat came to his face with a rich aroma.

The fish soup is as white as milk and has a strong fragrance. Roland drank the whole pot of fish soup almost with tears in his eyes, and along the way, he didn't know how many indescribable dark dishes he had eaten, how many unpalatable jerky he had gnawed, and now he finally tasted the delicious taste he had made with his own hands.

It's hard to learn how to cook!

The young genius mage looked up to the sky and sighed.

At the end of lunch, Roland hit the road in high spirits.

After saying goodbye to Caen, Roland set out on his way back to the small town of Clare.

At first, Roland relied on his cultivation to be far from when he came, and relaxed his guard slightly. As a result, he strayed into the territory of a third-order demonic beast once, provoked the demonic beast that was eating, and escaped after nine deaths. This experience also deeply stimulated Roland, and he reflected on himself and remembered what his teacher Wells and Uncle Austin taught him.

On the way after that, the young mage regained his former vigilance and caution, and inevitably experienced several life-and-death duels during the process, which was worthy of victory, and then consolidated his foundation and increased his spirit.

After more than half a month of travel, the weather began to warm, the cold wind gradually subsided, and the snow disappeared.

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