The base of the Yew Mercenary Group is located on the northern edge of Narnia, covering an area of hundreds of tilts. Although the financial and combat power cannot be compared with other forces in Narnia, it is also a well-known mercenary group in the empire, and the financial resources are naturally good. Aaron, who had just been assigned here, was able to occupy a house to himself.

There are about 200 people in the area, but there are many houses in the area, and it seems that the people are thin and deserted. Along the way, whether it was a mage or a mercenary of the warrior profession, Aaron only sparsely bumped into two or three head-on, and did not see the imaginary scene similar to the scene of shouting in the army, walking and raising guns.

Led by the black-robed mage who had taken over him from the Silver Fox Legion, Aaron soon met with Austin, the top of the Legion. He had a gloomy appearance, a pair of cloudy eyes sunken deep in the sockets, and he looked like a dying old man. But if you look closely, you can see that there is a hint of cunning and coldness in those cloudy pupils.

After listening to the black-robed mage's story, Austin asked Aaron with a blank expression, "Soldier, although you are Duke Paul's man, you are now a member of my mercenary group in Narnia until you leave or die." Got it?" His voice was shrill and piercing, like the cry of an owl.

"Understood!" said Aaron indifferently.

"So, can you tell me how you managed to kill a high-ranking knight and two mid-ranking knights? Or maybe you just picked up the badge from the pile of dead people, hehe!"

Austin was very skeptical of the authenticity of this feat of Allen, nay, absolutely doubtful. Eventually, he confirmed from Aaron's mouth that the badge and head had only been taken from the pile of dead.

This kid is not stupid, this is indeed a good way to soar. After Austen's doubts were solved, he began to take a little interest in the kid in front of him.

"Well, there are a few Chaos True Yuan Stones here, Rot, you can take him down and cultivate him well. At some point, a few palm-sized brown crystals appeared in Austin's hands, but they were very transparent compared to ordinary stones, and there seemed to be a trace of light shining through.

"Yes, sir. The black-robed mage said goodbye and led Arun back to his quarters.

After asking Aaron about the general training program at the duke's before, Roth didn't say much, and directly taught him how to absorb the power in the Chaos Crystal, and then transform it into a method that he could use, and Roth didn't say anything more. In his opinion, this kid won't live long in Narnia either. Even if it was a high-level force that could meet the requirements of the Silver Fox Legion, this little imp had left the mercenary group and returned to the province of Aquitania. Therefore, it is not worth spending any effort to cultivate him, and he does not have so much capital to cultivate.

Of the three hedrons that Austin had given him, Roth had privately withheld two of them, leaving only a low-grade hazel spar that fell into Aaron's hands. How can a person not bow his head under the eaves! His strength is only at the second-level beginner level, and he can't afford to get along with the black-robed mage in front of him for a few stones. Maybe there will be a lot of questions to ask him on the road to the strong in the future.

After saying goodbye to this so-called teacher who was called taking his own practice, Aaron wandered around the base again to familiarize himself with the environment. In addition to the scattered arrangement of the houses for human habitation, he found a building that looked much taller than most of Salz's houses. On the eaves in the middle of the gate hangs a large plaque with the words "Archives" in bold letters.

Oh my God, it's a little tree growing out of a crack in a cliff. I used to be like that, right?

Aaron's gaze quickly shifted from the building in front of him to the man in front of the door. The thin body, as if he hadn't eaten a full meal for many years, his dish-colored face, his loose hair, and the big eyes that looked at Aaron with a timid look. However, he soon closed his eyes, not paying the slightest attention to the stranger's meaning.

"Hey brother, is this the archive?" said Aaron, who didn't read much, with a smile on his face.

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"Big brother, may I ask ............" Aaron quickly shut his mouth, and he found that the thin guy who looked like a short bamboo pole was motionless, and he didn't see his inquiry.

Damn! Alun cursed in his heart, and didn't bother to deal with him, so he walked straight inside by himself.

After a while, it was clear that this archive contained some information on how warrior mages improved their strength and fighting skills. In addition, there are also tasks arranged by the Silver Fox Legion for the Yew Mercenary Group, the successes or failures noted in it, and the approvals that need to be paid attention to and studied during the mission.

In the past, due to many factors such as identity and financial resources, Aaron did not have the opportunity to read and write with the priest, and only intermittently learned basic mainland Chinese from Atai's father Mayne for a few years. Nowadays, when I look at the allusions of these books, there are a lot of new words that are shy, but under speculation, the meaning will not deviate too much.

Now Aaron, like a leech, stuck to a bloody wound, hungrily and frantically snorted and absorbed these useful and useless insights and knowledge.

Half a month passed, and no one came to the archives to harass him, not even his nominal teacher showed no signs of looking for him. In those days, he was out of the archives only three times. Each time, he would go to the tavern to find a firehead and ask for a few long brioche breads and a few porcelain jars full of water, and then he returned to the archives without stopping.

These days of immersion in the archives have raised Aaron's vision to a new level, and he is no longer the little boy who only knew how to get promoted and make a fortune, or fish and pick mushrooms in the past. The deeds of the major countries of the continent and some powerful people, and even the undead, demonic beasts, and elves that they had never heard of gradually appeared in their minds.

After reading the book that he could understand, Aaron quietly returned to his residence. Aaron's abode was far from the residences of Austin and Roth, and was located in the rocky geological area where ordinary practitioners lived. The abodes of the practitioners are also far from each other, so Aaron is very desolate and remote.

When he returned to his lodgings, he sat down on a wooden stool and sorted out what had happened over the past few days. Whether it is the picture that appears in the illusion, or the simple explanation given by Austin and Rot, the road of the strong does not pay attention to the fighting and killing skills in the army, but pays attention to the comprehension and mastery of strength. When the strength reaches a certain level, skill becomes insignificant.

To comprehend the root of power and break through the rank, the only way to find a place where the true yuan qi is sufficient to absorb the true yuan, transform the fighting qi or magic power, and then combine it with thinking and understanding. Therefore, high-level warriors and mages tend to cultivate alone and do not like to gather in groups. Only when the empire needs them will they come out of service.

"The blood that Salz has integrated into my body now seems to be the power of high-density condensation recorded in the books, right? It's just that the name 'Blood Monarch' and the Stuart family that appear several times can't find any allusions recorded in the books, and it seems to have a deep relationship with the mystery of his own background. Alas, it seems that we can only wait for the opportunity to look for clues in the future. Aaron shook his head helplessly.

What the captain of the Oak Legion, what the high-ranking knights, etc., Aaron left all his mind behind. Titles, merits, official positions, and treasures are like floating clouds, only those that even the strongest human beings covet, and it is said that only those powerful gods can control the power of the law, which can make Aaron's heart yearn for it, and the goal is only this.

Strength, whether it is the world or those legendary gods and demons, is something that is pursued all their lives, right? This is also the biggest bargaining chip for their survival in this world.

According to the memories left by the vanished blood, both warriors and mages ended up in the same place, and they were indistinguishable from each other. That time, under the control of a certain force under the Acura Mountains, he fell into a frenzy of dehumanizing and slaughtering all the pursuers in the wilderness, and the mysterious power that dominated him may be the power of the mysterious man in the influence, right? If so, that man is the Monarch of Blood? Some powerful god from the abyss?

The power of the blood seemed to be integrated into its body, but it was sealed away for some reason. But the seal was obviously a little leaky, and a slight but surging force leaked out of the crack of the seal like gas. After dozens of days of understanding and experimenting with this mysterious power, Aaron gradually mastered how to use it for his own use.

Due to the strength of the strength is not large, it can even be said to be weak, and after Aaron now has a new understanding of the control of power, he can already guide the trajectory of the flow of this blood-colored power at will, and finally practice the fighting spirit. Now he clearly realized that he had undergone subtle changes, most notably in his internal organs. With each time the fighting qi in his body worked, he felt that his internal organs became more tenacious than before, and the life force beating from his pulse became more vigorous and powerful. This kind of mysterious and mysterious feeling cannot be described by words.

Now, Aaron realized the difference between the strong and the mortal: at the very least, the six senses were more sensitive than before.

Such a change made him ecstatic, but he only knew that he had entered the realm of fourth-level strength, that is, the early stage of the middle level, but he didn't know that it would take three or four years for others to break through from the peak of the primary level to the early stage of the middle level, and it would take a year for Tianzhong talent to be paired with key cultivation, and as the strength continued to rise, the speed of breakthrough would only become more and more full.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already early the next morning. Harmonious sunlight was falling on the floor through the windows and cracks of the room.

Taking a sharp breath of fresh air, he was immediately refreshed, and within his eyes, the pores of plants dozens of meters away were actually very distinct, and there was no need to ask if it was because of his own strength advancement. Now, he is not as surprised by the changes in himself as he was yesterday, the reason why a strong person is a strong person must have something stronger than ordinary people.

Aaron, who had eaten the sweetness once, knew that although the archive did not have any profound and profound cultivation secrets, or the actual records of what he had seen and heard in the ghosts and gods. However, what is recorded are some observations and basic cultivation methods that are difficult for ordinary people to imagine, which is really suitable for a rookie like him.