"Atlantis. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Elmer read the name, the lost continent of earth legends, and what is the connection between the two?

"Why is it called this name, strange pronunciation, it seems to have no meaning. ”

"I came across this place while looking through the collection, and then I found it on my travels around St. Teresa, and there is nothing else in the book, except that the name Atlantis is an ancient word meaning hope. ”

"Hope? There's no hope here. Al looked at the desolation in front of him with emotion, and then asked suspiciously, "Teacher, what are you bringing me here for?" ”

"Let go of your spirit and feel it, little El, haven't you noticed that the elements here are much more concentrated and active than other places? Medea boasted in a salesmanship tone.

Al looked at her suspiciously, something strange, and Al instinctively sensed that something was wrong. But Medea is right about one thing, this is indeed a good place to cultivate.

"But there seem to be a lot of beasts in this forest, and maybe there are even monsters. Al was still a little hesitant.

"I'm here, what are you afraid of. Medea glanced at El, "What are you still doing in a daze, and then these things, go to cultivate." Medea turned and slipped into the caravan, took out a package and threw it to Al. "Graceful demeanor, upright character, benevolent heart, courageous spirit. Little El, apart from being stunned, you don't look like a nobleman at all. ”

Al couldn't help but roll his eyes: "That's a knight, not a nobleman, teacher, I suggest you read those knight novels less, your brain will become stupid." Saying that, he took the heavy package and walked towards the forest, since he had already arrived here, of course he couldn't give up halfway, not to mention that Medea was behind him, and Al was relieved.

The woods are large and sparse, with unrecognizable trees stretching their branches with their teeth and claws, twisted trunks and scattered branches that make these trees look ridiculously like dancing drunks, and if a painter had painted this scene as faithful, it would have become a masterpiece of abstraction. From time to time, strong winds blow the snow off the trees, making a "whoosh-hu-la" sound, and all kinds of strange trees swing with the wind, looking like a hundred ghosts walking at night from a distance, and there is a trace of terrifying atmosphere out of thin air.

Al swept a floor and sat down, concentrating on his practice. Putting the elements in a certain order sounds simple, but it's really hard to do. These elements are like kindergarten children, who hear the teacher's shout, chirp and run over, and some of them still stand still. As a result, before the teacher could say a few words, they all ran away with a smile, and it was very difficult to get them to line up for an exercise. Even though he had been practicing for a while, Al could only make a small fire and wash his hands in a beach of water, and it was still early to release the "elementary magic" of fire bombs.

Al's mind slowly immersed himself in magic, until he sensed a black shadow rushing towards him, and the long martial arts training took effect, and Al rolled violently and dodged hard. Al straightened up and didn't even see what had attacked him, and he pulled up his legs and ran towards Medea.

"Teacher, help!" Al shouted as he sped toward the caravan. At only twelve years old, he was unarmed, and didn't he run and wait to feed the beast?

Al inhaled deeply, the excess oxygen stimulated his lungs to pain, but in a short period of time, he injected more power into his body. This is the breathing method taught by the old housekeeper, although it is harmful to the body, but it can improve people's explosiveness at once. The shadow of death prompted the secretion of adrenaline, El's pupils diverged, and even the scene in front of him became a little blurred, and his mind was more concentrated than ever, and the wind and grass around him could be felt clearly. Al knew he couldn't just run, he couldn't outrun a beast like this at the age of twelve. Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed behind him, and Al, who had been prepared, squatted down nimbly, turned around and hit it directly, just hitting the beast's neck from the bottom up! The beast whose throat was violently hit fell to the ground for a while and couldn't move, Al grabbed the gap and kicked the beast's nose directly, if the old butler stood aside, he would definitely applaud Al's wonderful counterattack just now, and the beast that suffered two heavy blows in a row couldn't help but whimper and slowed down. Al hurried to the caravan and finally broke out of the woods!

However, as soon as she saw Medea standing in front of the carriage, a scorching fireball rushed towards her. Al stopped breathing in an instant, and the hairs that stood on end seemed to be turned to ashes by the heat wave that came to his face.

Death is at hand!

It was the combat experience of his previous life that saved Al, and at the moment of life and death, Al slammed into the ground, and the heat that made the cells in his body scream almost flew by his hair. Al who fell in the snow gasped, obviously the environment was so cold, Al's sweat almost soaked his clothes, and it seemed that the moisture in his body was forced out by the fireball just now, mixed with the cold snow, which made Al shiver several times.

Al didn't care about any more manners, and roared angrily at Medea as he struggled towards the caravan. As a result, before he had taken a few steps, another fireball flew past him, and Ayrton did not dare to move.

"What does this mean, Lord Medea Merlin, can I understand that this is a declaration of war against the Iron Thorns, or a murder of the nobles' dishonor?" Al squinted, he had completely regained his composure at this time, and the elegance of the nobility had returned to his body, and his tone was as cold as the cold wind here, but so polite.

"Little Al, do you know why you're so slow to learn magic?" Medea asked rhetorically instead of answering Al's question.

"Slow, am I learning slowly?" said Al, who was completely stunned.

"Of course slowly, I only used three days for the fire bomb you are still practicing, and even an ordinary apprentice usually only takes about ten days, but it has been more than twenty days since you learned to construct it. ”

Al's heart sank, "Why?" Al asked in a whisper.

"Because your mind can't be still, little El, have you thought carefully about the various permutations and combinations of the elements since you started studying magic? Have you tried other auxiliary magic? Do you have a specific plan for magical research?"

Al lowered his head, "No. The voice was empty and dry.

"You started with the most powerful fire-type magic. Although you say that you want to explore the essence of the elements, you want to pursue the true meaning of magic, but I can see that these are just your tools, your words, your eyes, your actions all show the same essence, and this essence I have seen in many people, that is, ambition! It is the desire for power, the pursuit of great power. ”

Al looked up at Medea, and that languid style was completely gone, replaced by a wise and sharp gaze that seemed to be able to see through the soul.

"So when you come and ask me if there's any shortcuts, I'm not surprised. So I brought you here, this is indeed a good place to practice magic, and it is also a place of death in a harsh environment. There is a great terror between life and death, which is the strongest emotion, and combined with the elemental perception after exhaustion, it can quickly increase the speed of mental power and magic learning. As she spoke, Medea stretched out two fingers, "So, dear little El, you have two choices now, either obediently return to the carriage, then I will take you back to the Thorn Fort right away, and continue to teach you step by step, or you pick up the parcel that was dropped, there is a weapon for self-defense, a little food, water, medicine, and Yuanshi, stay in the woods for a month, if you can't stand to escape from the woods, then I will not hesitate to kill you, I won't miss like just now, you choose." "In the snow, looking down at Al, she was as cold as ice.

Listening to Medea's words, Al silently turned around and picked up the package, and walked towards the forest, dragging the beast that had been burned to the point of being unrecognizable. Al's figure faded away, slowly disappearing into the forest, leaving only long trails of footprints. The back of the twelve-year-old boy looked thin and lonely, as if swallowed by the gray and black woods, but there was not the slightest confusion in his steps.

yes, what's there to hesitate about. Al knew that he wasn't a once-in-a-century genius, nor was he a genius who had been in the workplace, and that he was just a ruined mansion in the university before he crossed over. It's just that after crossing over, he has experienced several life and death, experienced some clutching, lost a lot, carried a lot, and became the current Al Edward, becoming another iron thorn, another "vulgar piece of iron", suffering from painful forging, after the tempering of failure, all that remains is uneven edges and corners and unbreakable stubbornness. Ordinary he can only gamble his life to seize the faint hope.

He has people to protect, he has things to do. He can't go down yet, he has to keep going.

......

Medea watched Al walk into the woods and muttered, "Man is human because we are always on the path of pursuit." Known as the Pupil of Truth, I have seen countless people, noble as holy popes, lowly as dying slaves, but there are only two people I can't see through, and one of them is you, Al Edward. What are you looking for, and where are you going?"