Standing on the riverbank with the sound of flowing water, Roy grinned and took a step towards the riverbank.

He knew that if he wanted revenge, if he wanted to tear apart Alex and Augustus's pride under his feet, he would have to become stronger than them. And now I am just an ant in the eyes of the other party.

Roy carved hatred into his marrow, and every knife hurt into his marrow. But he didn't lose his mind because of hatred.

Having lived in the jungle since he was a child, he understands the rules of survival in the jungle better than anyone else, and knows better than anyone how to stand at the top of the food chain.

It's nothing more than two words.

Strength!

This strength, in the jungle, is the wit, instinct, fangs and claws, speed and endurance of the beast. And in the human world, it is martial arts and strength, but also money, status and power!

Not only does he need to have strong combat power, but he also needs to use various means to win over the power that he can win over in the process of growing up!

The road is long, but he will eventually have to go on.

So, the first small step now is to change from an injured ant to a healthy and strong ant!

Walking from the river beach to the shore used up almost all of Roy's strength. But he still held on, found a cave recessed in the mountain wall, sat down, and began to bandage the wounds on his body.

Years of life in the wilderness have already taught Roy how to avoid losing his precious equipment in running, climbing and swimming, so although he jumped off a cliff and fell into the river and was washed away by the river, his belongings are basically still there.

Opening the waterproof hunting bag and taking out the autonomous wound medicine, Roy carefully applied it to the wound.

He had actually performed a healing technique on himself, but at the moment, he was in an unfamiliar environment and could face all kinds of dangers, so it was most important to use a qiē method to treat his injuries and restore his body.

After applying the wound medicine, Roy checked his magic.

The magic core in his body was still spinning and recovering his magical power. It's just that because the body is in a state of hunger, the speed of energy replenishment is far less than usual. After using a healing spell, he still has 180 magic codes.

He pulled out his rations, devoured them into his mouth, and finally focused on the verdict.

Looking at this mysterious weapon that he hadn't had time to take a closer look at since he got it, Roy was in a trance for a while.

From the time I walked out of the castle, the war broke out, and I broke through to the cliff jump, it was only a short day. The axe in his hand is still the same as it was brought out of that mysterious castle, but he has already experienced life and death.

Because he didn't know how far he was from the place where he jumped off the cliff, and he didn't know if there was anyone around him chasing him, he didn't dare to make a fire, but flicked his finger and summoned a small flame, and carefully looked at the black and inconspicuous ruling by the light of the fire.

The shape of the axe is that of an ordinary wood-chopping axe, not as big as that used by the dwarves, there is no armor-piercing cone in front, there is no beautiful pattern and exaggerated arc, and even the handle is in the shape of a straight stick, which is so simple that it makes people angry.

If Roy didn't know the magic of the ruling, I'm afraid he wouldn't bother to look at such an axe in front of his eyes on weekdays.

But there is one thing that is special.

That's the texture of the ruling.

Roy grew up in a dwarven dungeon and had seen countless types of metal, but he had never seen a verdict like this. Even if he searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, he couldn't recognize it.

Swallowing hard, he smashed his mouth, turning the axe over and over again. It's a pity that he doesn't have a fighting spirit, if he can infuse it with a fighting spirit, maybe just thinking of this, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind.

When he first received the ruling, he was rushed into his body by some lava-like energy, forming a demon core. Why not try it the other way around and reinfuse the magic generated by the core?

Try!

Roy summoned his magic and poked inside the axe.

As soon as the magic came into contact with the axe, it was absorbed a little lower than if you were a cow entering the sea, and immediately, Roy immediately sensed the judgment of his own spirit, and after absorbing the magic power, he transmitted an inexplicable joy and longing.

Roy became excited, and once again pumped his magic into the verdict. The same joy and desire that can be felt cleanly.

However, the axe is still the same damn axe, nothing has changed. ,

Roy repeatedly infused his mana until the magic in his body was only eighty magic yards, and then he stopped. He was a little dismayed to find that this bit of his magic was poured into it, and to the verdict it seemed like pouring a glass of water into the desert, pitifully little.

At least that's a good start, though. Sooner or later, I will be able to dig out all the secrets of the ruling!

Putting away the ruling, Roy cast a magic power on himself and began to meditate in the same way that Lady Ellen had taught him in the magic book.

Although due to physical reasons, he can only and must now embark on the path of magical cultivation, from the moment Tom died, Roy had already chosen his own path.

Paladin!

For Tom, in order to realize himself and his childhood dreams, even if there is no battle ring, Lao Tzu must become a knight!

A knight who can do magic, or even magic!

This belief has never been stronger.

Roy put aside his distractions and released his senses to feel the invisible energy of heaven and earth.

Trees, blades of grass, mountains, flowing water, wind, insects and birds are all moving, breathing, exuding natural invisible energy.

The energy of a single grass and tree is very weak, but when the breath of the whole world is synchronized with one's own breath, the energy of heaven and earth gradually ripples with the frequency of breathing, like a tide, first a thin broken wave, then a row of waves, and finally, a monstrous wave.

Every cell of the body gradually synchronizes with the breath of heaven and earth as it expands its senses.

Energy penetrates the cells through the senses and washes over the body. Like a tributary of a river, it constantly blends into the magic of the body with the breath, and then withdraws with the breath.

Roy only felt that the magic that was originally as clear as water became less fluid as he meditated.

It was as if there was an infinite resistance, blocking the operation of the magic, squeezing it, pulling it, and even affecting every thought in one's mind, becoming infinitely slow.

The book says that a hundred breaths and one breath is a meditation.

Originally, Roy thought it was a very, very simple thing.

But when he immersed himself in the world of meditation for the first time, he realized that the hundred breaths he usually didn't care about had become so difficult when he meditated.

The invisible energy of heaven and earth begins to ripple with the first breath that enters the perception and expands into meditation, the second breath begins to ripple, and the third breath begins to ripple

Ten breaths down, it was already like a monstrous wave.

And Roy's perception is like a small boat in a huge wave. Spirit, like a reef on the shore. Magic, like a pedestrian walking against the wind.

100 breaths, easier said than done!

However, this qiē was nothing to Roy.

The stubbornness and pride in his bones, the tempering he has endured since he was a child, and the obsession with revenge have always supported him.

Roy put his mind down, regardless of it, desperately expanding his senses, desperately strengthening his spirit, desperately driving his magic forward.

Exhale and breathe.

Exhale and breathe.

Roy trudged lonely and difficult in the world of magic.

Rush to the list at night, there is a plus......