The wizarding notes or materials that Loki obtained were fairly well preserved.

But after he finished analyzing the generic characters, he found that they all lacked basic wizard apprentice rune information, and there was no basic meditation rune, which was inferior to even the most ordinary wizard apprentice.

The half-elf had to use gestures and spells to barely be able to use level 0 light and level 0 forbidden light, which may have something to do with his shallow optics in the branch of physics.

Switch to the low-level wizard spell of 'Level 0 Thorn Entanglement', and Loki won't work.

The success rate is only 2/3, as he has no meditation rune base, and his spell affinity only allows him to use 'Level 0 Thorn Twist' three times.

Exerting too much energy can cause damage to the cells of the brain organs and severe headaches.

This should be the spiritual backlash mentioned in the "Diary of the Apprentice of Cardor".

In this regard, he is too different from little Fatuna, if you only compare it with wizard spells.

Build a digital model of the relevant talents for the half-elf brother and sister, and the resulting numbers will be compared by the little girl miserably.

Even so, Loki strictly forbade little Fatuna to talk about or use wizarding spells outside, and unless there was real danger, he had to keep the witchcraft in his stomach.

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The road to strength is not an easy road, and it is not only a road, and the current professional is more suitable for him.

Loki took enough gold and left the bustling weapons shop.

He went directly to the militia training ground in Senjin Town, where the gladiator-turned-trainer, Deyour, usually only appeared.

The training ground is a bit far away, and after walking for a while, I saw the large field with solid sand.

There are some high-level seats around, like a simple small dueling arena, and some idle residents are watching.

There was a loud shout and the clashing of weapons.

The sand and dust were a little flying, and under the blazing afternoon sun, more than twenty shirtless militiamen with weapons in their hands were shouting and besieging several adventurers.

It was clearly a group fight, with everyone armed with wooden weapons, tentative or fierce offensive defense, and everyone used all their strength without sparing.

The individual strength of the adventurer is relatively strong, but due to the disadvantage of numbers, it is already a little precarious.

Loki doesn't know much about this, but looking at the way he practices fighting in the arena, he does have some characteristics of the gladiatorial arena.

Brutal fighting, there are no restrictions on weapons, and there is no fairness in numbers.

"Okay, you idiots, this timid look, I'm about to fall asleep as an audience......"

From the stone steps of the high chair in the back row, a middle-aged man with gray hair and brown-black eyes walked down. He is not tall, but his strong muscles are like a reef, which makes people dare not underestimate him.

The most striking are the horrific scars on his face, neck, and chest and abdomen, which are clearly the scars of various weapons left by the battle, which are also a symbol of honor for gladiators.

He is the discipline officer of Senjin Town, Deyour.

"Hey, that half-elf guy, what are you doing there? You're also an adventurer who wants to be trained, don't you have enough gold with you?"

Loki walked over with an unchanged face, he had known before that this gladiator-turned-trainer, in addition to liking the sound of gold coins, also had a lot of bad habits in the gladiatorial arena and adventures.

"Look at you, you're still an adventurer, with a crossbow on your back, but I don't train crossbow archers here. ”

"But it doesn't matter, as long as you pay the money, you can get the training you want, you look stronger than the average half-elf, you can be an axe fighter......"

Loki nodded and said, "Hello, Mr. Deyour. My name is Loki. ”

The instructor held a wooden stick, knocked on the back of the chair next to him, and said loudly: "Put away your politeness, the important thing is, do you have enough gold coins?"

The half-elf threw a bag of gold coins, enough to pay for a month's practice.

Deyor immediately shook the money bag, put his finger into the gold coin to show enjoyment, and then looked into the eyes of the half-elf, and immediately became kind.

"It seems that you know the rules very well, and you can stay in my training ground for a while, just see if you can hold on. ”

"It doesn't matter if you're an adventurer or the son of a nobleman, well, a nobleman won't have half-elf offspring. In any case, follow the rules of the training ground, my words are orders. ”

Loki's face was calm, and he nodded, "I understand." ”

The trainer said with satisfaction: "Okay, half-elf, tell me what martial arts you are good at, the crossbow behind you doesn't count." ”

"I've learned dagger specialization in short-bladed martial arts, and I'm good at agility hand-to-hand combat techniques. Other weapons have been used a bit, but they are not very good at it. ”

"I want to improve my skills as soon as possible and become a professional......

Deyour interrupted him, "I don't care what your ideals are, and it doesn't matter if you're ready or not, listen to me at my training ground." ”

As he spoke, the instructor waved his hand and called over several militiamen, one of whom had even had a conflict with the half-elves, and was a militiaman who had been pushed down by him with his hands.

"Each of you has a weapon that you are good at, Soxi, you four don't have to keep your hands, check the strength of the half-elves. ”

Of course, the Instructor has the skills of the Eye of Internal Investigation, and he is well-informed, so it is easy to see the strength of ordinary adventurers from his superficial movements.

Those militiamen had a great numerical advantage, but their strength was about the same level as a second- or third-class apprentice.

and a half-elf with strength between the third and fourth levels, and is good at dagger specialization, the two should be evenly matched.

Words are useless, only actual battles can test a person's true ability.

The test wouldn't help, Loki didn't say anything, and he began to pick out the wooden weapons on the shelves.

There was not a single short-bladed weapon left, and several militiamen had discussed it in advance.

Especially the militiaman named Suo Xi, because of the previous conflict with the half-elves, he didn't look at him with bad intentions.

Loki casually took an arm-length short stick, slightly thicker than a tactical baton, but better than an empty-handed block.

The half-elf's face was calm, standing still on the solid sand, and he did not choose to take the initiative to attack.

But the four militiamen were not polite, and without saying a word, they tacitly surrounded them from four directions.

"Hurry up, what are you still doing until it gets dark?"

Hearing the trainer's impatient roar, the four militiamen gathered around the half-elves attacked tentatively.

Their weapons and attacks are very well coordinated, and they are worthy of people who have received basic training in gladiatorial fighting.

The militia in front of him, Suo Xi, holding a long sword-like weapon, directly slashed the upper body of the half-elf in the chest and abdomen.

There were also similar sieges such as short-bladed thrusts on both sides, and the most insidious was a militiaman in the rear, wielding a one-handed hardwood sword in his hand, and vigorously whipping the leg bones of the half-elf's supporting feet, which was bound to teach him an unforgettable lesson.

The siege of the four people seems to be tacit, but in the spatial vision, there are dynamic dioramas of several people.

Their movements can be observed from all directions, and the tacit cooperation on the surface has become full of loopholes.

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