It's been a long time...... Feleg didn't know how much time had passed, but his body felt full again, and it felt great to have magic again.

"Hello?" Recovering from meditation, the first thing he saw was Maya's somewhat anxious face, Ben standing behind her, followed by Fred.

For the first time, this was the first time Feleg meditated, he didn't notice what was happening around him, and all his energy was focused on absorbing the elements, just like a hungry man who had been hungry for dozens of days and saw a big meal, in his eyes, there was only food, and nothing else could be seen.

"Alright. Feleg was confused for a moment, and his heart was happy, he knew that he had really advanced, not to increase the level, but to advance directly. The ghost sound can improve cultivation, and sure enough.

There is a huge difference between a mage and a mage, and whether or not you can become a mage is the best proof of a mage's strength. The magician, the magician, and the magic saint are called the three thresholds of the magician. As long as he has a magical talent, it is only a matter of time before he becomes a high-level magician, even if the talent is very poor, he can become a high-level magician in his lifetime, except for those who take the talent magic pill.

Being able to rise to the level of a mage is different, but it's not very difficult, and at least half of those who have magical talent can cross this threshold. Magisters are even more difficult, those who can be promoted to this level account for only one-fifth of the Magus, and the others are hopeless for life.

As for advancing to become a Dharma Saint, it is even more difficult, not only to practice hard, but also to have extremely high magical talents, and also to have good luck in order to reach the Dharma Saint level.

The Magister is a symbol among the magicians, marking the combat power of the magician and truly entering the strong class. No one dares to underestimate a Magister, not even a Martial Saint, even the Martial God will regard the Magister as a powerful opponent, although the Magister cannot defeat the Martial God at all.

At the moment of becoming a magister, the magic seeds in the body instantly swelled, and then extremely compressed, the magic power that was originally full of the whole body, after becoming a magister, was compressed to the extreme, so that Feleg could not feel the existence of magic in his body, in fact, those magic powers were not less at all, but they were compressed to an almost negligible extent.

After absorbing the two elemental crystals in one go, Feleg replenished the magic power in his body. The process was extremely slow in his feelings, but it was actually very fast, and it only took more than an hour before and after. The speed at which the Magus absorbs mana is terrifying.

"I'm advanced. Feleg said as he felt the surging magic in his body.

Maya nodded, she had already felt it, since she knew Feleg, her combat power had always been above Feleg, even if he became an intermediate magician, he was still not her opponent.

But now it's different, if the Martial Saint wants to defeat the Magister, it is already very difficult, not to mention that Feleg is not an ordinary Magister, when he is still a Magister, he can already fight with the Martial Saint, and now Feleg, only after a few days of adaptation, he is definitely not his opponent.

Maya was happy for Feleg, but there was still a little sense of loss in her heart. They are the same age and have similar talents, but because they are samurai, they will only get farther and farther away from Feleg, and they will never be able to keep up with him.

Looking up at the sky, why did the gods arrange it like this? Why are the samurai necessarily inferior to the magicians? Is it because there are more samurai?

Ben stretched out her right hand, and in the snow-white palm, a bright red bead the size of a bean kept rotating in her palm, which was a blood bead.

Feleg shook his head: "You take it, this thing is useless to me." "None of the two known recipes for the Holy Book require blood beads. Blood beads are necessary for matching talent magic elixirs and magic scrolls, and Feleg is also useless for these two things.

Feleg and Fred were standing a hundred meters away, and it didn't sound unpleasant, but it still didn't seem pleasant to look at Fred.

The improvement of ability does not mean the increase of combat power, the magic power in the body seems to be infinite, you must learn to use it, control different amounts of magic power, the methods are also very different, and at the same time, Feleg can also try to use magic that cannot be used before.

It turned out that there was so much difference in magic power between the mage and the mage, no wonder he couldn't compete with the martial saint before. Feleg was once overjoyed when he was promoted to an intermediate-level magician, and at that time, he felt that the magic of his physical strength had increased a lot, and it could even be described as exponential.

At that time, Feleg was very confident, believing that he had the strength to fight with the Martial Saint, even if he couldn't be defeated, he didn't have to lose, and now he knew that it wasn't like that at all.

Feleg remembered what the Wisdom Martial God Haydn had said, the gap between the Martial God and the Martial Saint was something that you couldn't experience at all when you didn't become a Martial God. Now Feleg feels like this, and the gap between a mage and a mage is exactly that.

With a flick of his right hand, a large snowflake sent out in the desert, and thirty meters away from Feleg, the sand was frozen into a clump

Snowflakes are like knives, chopping sand grains, which is also Blizzard magic, and now when used like this, the power difference is also very large.

The magic shadow technique was used, although the distance did not change, the speed was a little faster, and Feleg's figure flickered left and right, and when it was fast, it was actually connected into a piece, forming a phantom.

Maya completed the one-hour sand mountain practice for the second time, and Feleg used the magic shadow technique to easily catch the blood beads in the blood river. The blood beads have quite strong magic fluctuations, so it's no wonder that they can be used to craft magic items.

After practicing in Sand Mountain twice, it was already a very good result, and Feleg didn't know that he was the first person to successfully complete it at one time since the function of Sand Mountain was discovered.

Maya has been promoted to a level and become a third-level martial saint, with her age, it is absolutely enviable to have such results. However, with Feleg here, it seems more ordinary.

Ben spent a lot of time, the first time he lasted ten minutes, the second time too, the third time he started, he slipped once, he needed to rest for half an hour, until it was completely dark, Ben had only completed an hour of sand mountain practice.

In fact, such a speed is not very slow, and it is completely acceptable. There were Felegmaya's results in front of him, and Ben was very dissatisfied with himself and looked a little depressed.

"It doesn't matter, you're an archer and need something different from ours. Maya reassured.

After a night's rest, the three of them continued to practice in the tent, adapting to the new abilities, especially Feleg, who practiced the magic that only a few magisters could use dozens of times, and finally could successfully release it, but the proficiency still needs to be improved. In terms of magic control, it also seems to be a little insufficient, after all, the amount of magic that needs to be controlled is too much.

At dawn the next day, I packed up my things and walked downstream along the Blood River, which is known as the eye of the storm, and the sand winds continue all year round.

Everyone is covered with two layers of ink armor, which is not to block the flying sand, to memorize the strength of the metal, only one layer is enough. But in the midst of a storm, there is not enough weight, and people will be blown away by strong winds, and they will have to gain weight.

Several men were connected in one place with a thin rope, and they were connected to the war horses under them, and everyone was locked in one place, and the weight increased greatly, and even the strongest storm could not blow people away.

Twin Peaks Warriors are the kings of the desert, their eyes have a thin layer of flesh film, when the wind and sand come, they can be put down, through the film, see the outside scene, identify the direction, will not be affected by the storm.

People don't have such skills, but fortunately, there is a Magister like Feleg. Riding on a war horse to meditate, this is not easy, fortunately, Feleg has tried many times before, although the effect of meditation to absorb magic is extremely poor, but now Feleg needs not to absorb magic, but through the ability to meditate, even if his eyes are closed, he can feel the scenery outside.

The Blood River is not very long, the lower reaches of the Blood River, which is only a dozen kilometers away from the starting point, even in the desert, only an hour is enough. But in the last few kilometers, the four of them walked for six hours. In the face of the raging wind and sand, the speed of the war horse also became extremely slow.

In a sandstorm, it is very difficult to find a manhole parallel to the sand, and Feleg can't figure out what manhole is uneven in the face of such windy and sandy weather.

Fortunately, the mage in meditation was extremely sensitive, and finally found the manhole after two more hours of spinning in place. Here, again, is a wonder in nature.

The diameter of the manhole is at least five meters or more, around the manhole, there is a rotating wind column, strictly guarding the manhole in it, the wind and sand around it, after being blown here, it was immediately swept away by the wind column, and the yellow soil on the ground was exposed around the manhole. For more than a month, except in the Pearl of the Desert, Feleg had never seen the land, and there were patches of yellow sand everywhere.

More than ten meters away from the wind pillar, you can already feel its power. With all the horses on a leash, Feleg pulled Maya with his left hand, Fred with his right hand, and Maya held Ben. Express yourself through hand-to-hand contact. In the raging sand, there was no way to open your mouth to speak.

Let's test it first, let Maya and Fred know that they have arrived at the place, and they are mentally prepared, hugging Fred, and Feleg jumps first. According to the records of the previous magicians, this manhole is not very deep, about ten meters. Ordinary people will definitely fall to their deaths, but magicians and samurai, as long as they are prepared, are generally fine.

Under the manhole is the field, there is no yellow sand, and under the feet is a pile of dry bones. Even in such a place, there will be unfortunate people, the population of the Loulan Empire is not small, blown here in a storm, fell into a manhole, and without any preparation, the bones of the whole body were broken, and they stayed here forever.

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