In the scorching heat, while the others were either in the shade of the trees or going back to rest, Naxi still had to run desperately on the college path. He made his best progress towards the unattainable end, and his thirsty throat was about to burst into flames.

Naxi had never imagined that he would suffer such a sin as a magician. If he could have foreseen such a terrible fate when he was in the Cheka, then he would have discouraged the idea of coming to Yefaran.

Although Naxi was tempted to say that he wanted to give up, Angelo would always give him encouragement or encouragement at the most appropriate time, so that he had no reason to give up. After all, he had already come to Yefaran, and he didn't want to go back to the Cheka town, which had no future at all.

According to Angelo, in addition to being physically strong, a battle mage needs a strong soul. To have a wise mind like a mage and to be as tough as the most powerful warrior is a mage.

Unable to bear it, Naxi finally got Angelo's permission to rest, and he almost crawled to the shade of the tree to rest.

Thirsty, he picked up the water bladder placed under the tree and poured it down his throat, not afraid of choking at all.

The moment the cold water flowed down his throat, it dispelled the thirst that had tormented him deeply, and at the same time gave Naxi supreme pleasure. If he could, he wanted to keep the pleasure alive forever.

After a few puffs, the panting Naxi stopped, and washed his face with some water in his right hand, so that the tiredness would subside faster. However, the scorching air quickly evaporated the moisture from the face along with the sweat, and it did not have the slightest effect.

Naxi, who felt that the sticky feeling on his face was particularly uncomfortable, was angry and poured all the people in the water bladder on his head.

"Cool!" Naxi, who was stimulated by this cool feeling, shouted, and at the same time spat out the resentment in his stomach.

Angelo also took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his head: "Seeing that you are very hardworking, this time I will let you rest for half an hour." ”

"Oh, it's only been half an hour! isn't that killing me?" Naxi simply lay down in the shade of the tree, tired and tired that he didn't want to move anymore.

"If you can't endure this little bit of suffering, how can you become an excellent battle mage?" Angelo immediately switched to preaching mode, "Young man, be responsible. When I was younger, my teachers weren't as amiable as I was, and they would give you a break. ”

"Uh, your teacher, how scary is he?" Naxi thought that by letting Angelo tell the story at this time, he should be able to buy himself a lot of time to rest.

When a student compliments the teacher, he must have his little abacus.

Angelo also picked up the water bladder and took a sip of water, and then said, "My battle mage instructor is a well-known devil teacher, and the intensity of our training at that time was about twice as intense as you are now. The students he taught were miserable, and many said that the children under him were the bleakest years of their lives. Two of my brothers even died on the training ground. ”

"Is that an exaggeration?" Naxi was startled by Angelo's last words, "It's just the usual basic training for war mages, so you don't need to play it that far." ”

"Yes, we all think so, but the old man always has his own set of arguments. 'If I let you go on the training ground, will your enemies have mercy on you in a life-or-death moment?'" Angelo said with a smile, "Honestly, we all hated him, and even planned to make him a few good friends on several occasions." But now it seems that what he said does not make sense. Many of us had gone on to other professors, and thirty years after graduating, only a handful of our class were in danger and died young. There are only a few other classes left. ”

This somewhat cold story made Naxi shudder a little, and he suddenly thought that Angelo had taken in several disciples, and now there were only Malfoy and the new self left, and the mortality rate was also a little high.

After a bit of inner struggle, Naxi drank a few more sips of cold water, and the heat that lingered in his heart still disappeared. He looked up at the dappled light on the canopy, and Naxi's meaning became a little blurred. But just as he was about to fall asleep, a gentle gust of wind shook Naxi awake.

"If I learn all the basic tutorials, then what kind of level will I go? Nashi suddenly asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time. He has been doing physical training for the past ten days, and Naxi is very concerned about what he will gain after putting in the effort.

"After learning the basic tutorial, you need to be proficient in all kinds of combat magic below the four rings. Angelo said, "At that time, I guess I can barely reach the level of an intermediate battle mage, of course, the level of a battle mage is actually a little different from that of a mage. ”

"Well, it seems that I don't know what the division of mages is?" As a mage, Naxi didn't know much about the mages he was working on, he only knew what the mage's ranks were.

Ever since the first magic lesson, Professor Rawls, who was far away in the Cheka, had told the circus about the hierarchy of magicians:

"In the world of magicians, people generally judge a magician's abilities by the amount of magic they can master. The scum below the first ring spell will be classified as an apprentice; the trainee mage must be proficient in the spells of the second ring; the junior magician is required to be proficient in the spells of the third ring, and it is best to be able to release the spells of the fourth ring; and those who have mastered the spells of the fifth ring or a few of the six rings can be regarded as intermediate magicians; if a mage can release the magic of the eight rings, then he is at least a high-level magician; as for the guys who can master the magic of the nine rings, they are the ** master at the top of the magicians. Because human beings can never cast more than ten rings of magic, this is an irreversible law of the universe"

Recalling Rawls's words in class, combined with Angelo's words, Naxi seemed to have guessed how far he could go after learning the Battle Mage Basic Course.

Barely reaching the level of an intermediate magician? Wouldn't that be able to surpass a junior magician?

Seeing Naxi's slightly thoughtful appearance, Angelo simply taught this new disciple about the classification of battle mages: "Speaking of which, you have been with me for more than half a month, and I haven't taught you about the classification of battle mages. ”

Speaking of this, he paused: "It is a little different from the classification of mages, you can become a trainee mage by mastering the two-ring magic, you are basically a trainee mage now, and if you want to become a junior mage, in addition to learning all the tutorials, you must also be familiar with the three-ring and four-ring magic that is helpful to you." As a mage, you can sometimes be more familiar with magic than a mage. ”

"Eh" According to this line of thought, Naxi continued, "The battle mage who can move the magic of the five rings and six rings into battle is already a high-level, and the next seven rings and eight rings are a high-level battle mage."

"Almost, a battle mage who can use the magic of the Nine Rings in battle is a legend, that is already a very rare existence, and I don't think I can do it in my life. Because to catch up with those mages at the same stage, the battle mages have to work several times harder. Since the first Battle Mage, few have made it to the pinnacle of Legendary Battle Mage. ”

Seeing Angelo, who had always been happy, in such a depressed tone, Naxi was also a little confused.

If even Angelo feels that he can't climb to the pinnacle of battle mages, then does a junior mage like himself still have a chance to become a ** master?

Just as Naxi was lost in thought, Angelo suddenly asked Naxi a question.

"You should be fine tomorrow. ”

"No, Teacher Angelo, isn't tomorrow a day off, do you want to increase training?" Naxi suddenly felt a little uneasy, and finally looked forward to a day of rest, saying that he didn't want to train more.

"Of course not, I just have something to ask you about. Angelo said apologetically.

Naxi finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Scared me, it turned out that it wasn't additional training." Just tell me anything, and I'll help you get it done. ”

"I've got some business with Malfoy to go out tomorrow, and I'll get rid of you about delivering food to Katrina. Angelo said slowly, "This matter is not difficult, I have already said hello to the Forbidden Demon Prison, and they will not embarrass you." To-morrow, when it's almost noon, just go to Mrs. Anderson's to get the box, and Katrina only likes to eat what she cooks. ”

"This" has to go to the forbidden prison by himself, and Naxi still feels a little afraid. The tiger-striped beast scared him so much last time that he had dreamed about it some time ago.

"What's the matter, is there any difficulty?" said Angelo to his student, his eyes showing anticipation.

"Okay, I'll leave that to me. Naxi took on the difficult task, "I'll deliver the meal to Katrina on time tomorrow." ”

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