As the saying goes, the master leads the door to practice by the individual, and there is no shortcut to training, only by relying on long-term continuous training and pouring a solid foundation with sweat, can we go further and further on the road of cultivation.

Archibald explained this very clearly, and after I had mastered the basic skills of using the sword, he left, without supervision or surveillance, and seemed to be very relieved of me, a cheap apprentice, and not at all worried that I would be lazy.

Let's go, I've already learned everything I need to learn anyway, and it will make me uncomfortable for him to stay here.

Holding the wooden sword in my hand, I began to recall all the skills that Archibald had demonstrated, and after replaying them in my head several times, I began to reflect on my movements, weeding out some unnecessary movements, adding some that I thought would be better powerful, and then, starting to attack the training dummy.

Thinking has always been an important step in human progress, I have always believed so, although my thinking is sometimes a little sluggish after becoming a walking corpse, but I will never give up thinking.

Soon, I got a taste of the sweetness of thinking, such as when I split my sword with my feet two centimeters more than Archibald taught, which made my sword at least 10% faster than before, and for example, when I stabbed the sword, I would shake my wrist slightly, which made my sword even more weird, and for example......

Although most of the improvements in these experiments not only do not help, but sometimes even seriously affect the speed and strength of the sword, what does it matter? I don't have to go down a different path than Archibald.

After all, the foundation is the foundation, and it is the best movement that has been continuously improved over several generations, and the only thing I can improve is that it is more suitable for my height, weight, and some subtle movements of rotten muscles, and I still understand this truth.

Immersed in the training, time flies, and before I can feel anything, the administrator of the martial arts training ground has a dead face urging me to leave.

I looked out of the arena and saw that there was no light on the tall dome, only a few ghostly magic lamps that provided a pitiful glow to the city.

After saying hello to Ivanv, I walked towards the outside of the martial arts training ground, although the walking corpse does not need to rest, but the combination of work and rest is also essential, not to mention that I have other things to do at night.

Walking along the dimly lit sewage river, Ivanv and I chatted with each other.

"Do you have to have a totem pole to perform the wonderful effects you mentioned?" I asked.

Ivanv flew above my head and said angrily: "How many times have I told you, I am just a porter of the power of death, I can continuously transport the dead qi of the Sea of Death to the material world, but I have no way to use these dead qi into attacks, if you want to use this dead air, there are only two ways, one is your own control, and the other is ...... Totem poles. ”

"Obviously, your strength is too poor, and other elemental spirits can harm the material world, but your death spirit has not grown at all, except for the point of light that is a larger point of light." I despised the Dao.

"Wow!" Ivanf shouted angrily, "That's our king gone, otherwise what you said about Ragnaros, the king of the fire demons, our king would have slaughtered him a long time ago." ”

"What about the liars, who has ever heard of the Spirit of Death, and you are still the King of the Fire Demon Slayer, are you sure you're not funny?" I scoffed at Ivanv's words.

"Humph! You speak ill of the Spirit of Death, I'...... I'm not going to teach you the proper way to use the power of death. "Ivanv was almost crying from my blow, and immediately began to threaten me.

Forget it, I don't have the same knowledge as this little fart, I'd better think about how to carve a totem pole.

From Ivanf's words, I can imagine that the spirit of death is like a generator, and the dead air is like electricity, the generator itself is not harmful, and electricity itself has no refrigeration, lighting, laundry, etc., and to do this, you need refrigerators, lights, washing machines, etc. as carriers.

In the same way, the totem pole is the carrier of the dead qi to exert various functions.

Am I going to be a shaman who dances great gods in the future? I shook my head vigorously, the terrible thought out of my mind.

After thinking about it carefully, I came to the conclusion that even if I became a shaman, I would still be a warrior shaman, because I only had Ivanf, a death spirit, who could at best channel death qi to the totem pole, or, more, collect death qi into my body.

But to form a magical storm with his pitiful death aura would be wishful thinking, and I don't seem to have the potential to become a mage.

As for why I didn't feed the dead qi I pulled out of the sea of death into the totem pole, what undead spirit could control the dead qi that was released from the body?

Soon, I was back in the royal quarter, and in the face of the unscrupulous royal terror guards, I couldn't help but speed up a little and walked towards Sylvanas's room.

After a royal guard of terror twisted the menorah on the wall, I entered Sylvanes' boudoir.

It was said to be a boudoir, but it was just a secret storage room of the Minahir family in the past, and I turned a few corners along the passage before finally returning to the room where I had woken up.

"You're back?" Sylvanas said, putting down the papers in his hand.

Looking at the queen sitting on the stone bed, I returned in astonishment: "Well, I'm back." ”

"How was your training today, did you find Akibald, and what did Akibald teach you?" Sylvanas asked faintly.

"I trained very well today, and Archibald taught me a lot of practical warrior basics, which helped me a lot," I said. ”

"It's nice to recognize the importance of the foundation." Sylvanas said as he packed up the papers on the stone bed, "You know, among all the basic classes of the profession, the basic course of the warrior is the most important, it not only runs through the entire career of the warrior, but also is the basic skill that other professions must master, so this does not prevent you from becoming a ranger in the future." ”

Sylvanas hadn't given up on her dream of becoming a Ranger yet, but it wasn't for nothing that she said that the warrior foundation was the foundation that all professions must learn.

For example, mages, every mage in the world of Azeroth is a skilled warrior with swordsmanship or staff, and they can't go far with magic alone, and shamans, who are all spokesmen of iron and blood without exception......

Sylvanas faded away, still in thought. Suddenly, I remembered something important.

"Hee-hee, can someone bring me some wood and knives in the evening?"