Lying on the bed, Simba is like a piece of mud, unconscious. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info but Cameron's arrangement is not over yet.

A third mentor also appeared.

Magister - Dumbledore.

An enigmatic old man. No one knows where he came from, or why he wanted to be Simba's mentor. I only know that this old thing has amazing strength. In the entire raven town, although the wicked and the strong are like clouds, no one dares to provoke him. A magister who has been freed from the shackles of magic chanting time can make it impossible for any enemy who dares to defy him to walk around.

Speaking of which, this mentor should be the most worthy of Simba. Because for the next three years, Simba basically didn't even see him in person. Of course, he has not been tortured by the almost perverted nature of his previous two mentors.

At Cameron's request, Dumbledore was in Simba's sleep every day. He began his magical initiation training.

The training content is also very simple. It was Dumbledore who used his spiritual power to summon a large number of magical elves and surrounded Simba all night.

The strength of a mage depends largely on the mage's ability to communicate with the magic elves. The first step of a magic apprentice is to learn to summon the magic spirits of heaven and earth, and then try to communicate and merge with the magic spirits with their minds and mental powers.

There are very few magical elves that can be summoned by ordinary magic apprentices. Communication with these magical elves is correspondingly poor.

Simbako, on the other hand, has been sleeping under a large number of magical elves every day since he was seven or eight years old. In a breath and a breath, a surging magical spirit entered his body with joy, swam between every inch of his bones and skin, swirling in his mind. It naturally blends into every drop of his blood, every nerve fiber. Simba at this time is a huge magic container. Every organ of the body is touching, mingling, and playing with the cheerful magical elves.

If other magic apprentices saw it at this time, they would definitely drool with envy. This kind of treatment is not even possible for those magic apprentices who are members of the royal family.

The reason is simple, summoning a magic elf requires the summoner to have a very strong mental power, as well as the ability to control the magic elves. It's a lot of work. Therefore, in general, magicians practice communicating with magic elves by summoning some magic elves by themselves and then practicing. It's hard to get anyone to take the initiative to do it for someone else. Moreover, the average magician has limited abilities, and it is impossible to summon too many magic elves for a long time. Not to mention like Dumbledore, who endlessly summons a large number of magical elves to sleep with Simba throughout the night.

The most important point is that the average magic apprentice is twelve or thirteen years old. Because at this age, you can have enough mental strength to learn to summon magic spirits by yourself. And Simba is not yet eight years old. The younger you are, the more intimate you are with the magic elves, and the easier it is to resonate with the magic elves and become one.

To paraphrase a phrase that parents often say when raising their children, "Let your child win at the starting line." “。 At this time, Simba's starting line was really much higher than that of other magic apprentices.

Dumbledore's work continued until four o'clock the next morning.

At this time, Nalu appeared beside him on time with two giant wolves.

And so, Simba's painful day began to ...... again.

......

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is three years. The hellish torture day after day makes Simba change dramatically. By the time he was a teenager, he had become very strong and strong. Far more than the average child of the same age.

Naru still wakes Simba up in the early hours of the morning to run. But there was no longer a snow wolf to scare him. Because Simba was running in the snow at this time, it was difficult for Naru to catch up.

The half-sized hound in the cabin was replaced by an adult hound, and later a wolf. In the end, it was replaced by a real snow wolf. Although not as huge as the two that Naru raised himself. But it's also a genuine, wild snow wolf that can eat people.

For three years, Simba himself couldn't count how many hounds and snow wolves he had killed. Simba has been thinking about a question. Is this Naru a dog or a wolf? How could he get one every day to torture himself in the cabin? Or maybe this bastard must have been bitten badly by dogs and wolves in his previous life, so he took revenge on these beasts so desperately in this life.

The small wooden sword has been replaced with a real iron sword. The training was still the same as before, but Simba was able to maintain a position from the morning to the afternoon. His wrists and arms are extremely strong, and his legs are strong and strong. Every muscle, every bone in the body is full of strength. He stood on the ground with a sword in his hand, as if he had been cast of bronze and iron.

The training there was also very effective. Simba can't count the grains of rice in a small hourglass like Arare does. But the slightly larger broad beans slipped out of the hourglass, and he could already count them accurately.

As for magic, Simba has become one of the finest conductors of magic. If he knows how to spell magic, he can easily summon the magic spirits around him. Even in normal times, careful people can see that he often drives the magic elves visible to the naked eye to flicker and dance between his gestures.

After consulting with Cameron, several mentors began their second phase of training. Compared to the hellish torture of the previous three years, the second stage is finally much better.

First of all, Naru no longer runs with Simba. It's just a daily routine to wake Simba up, and then watch him do physical training in the snow from afar. As for the section on slaughtering dogs and wolves in the cabin, it was canceled directly. The dogs and wolves within a radius of 100 miles around the town have basically been killed by Simba in recent years. If you really want to look for it, you will probably only find large beasts such as snow bears or snow leopards. Naru didn't want to provoke these big guys.

The sword fighting course officially begins.

At this time, Simba finally understood what it means to be bitter first and then sweet. Through the torture of the previous three years, his wrist strength, arm strength, control of the whole body musculoskeletal, whole body coordination and stability have reached a point beyond the reach of a child of the same age. The heavy iron sword was as light as a burning stick in his hand.

No matter what actions Naru gave him, he could complete them accurately and without any mistakes. Every move is powerful and precise. His sword-wielding arms were steady and swift, rock-solid from the waist down, as steady as copper cast in iron, whether in snow or slippery ice. This already has the most basic qualities of a swordsman.

The elven archer Arare also began to teach Simba Masa's archery, and he progressed extremely quickly. He was taught how to use a longbow, a short arrow, and even a foot crossbow and a hand crossbow.

Simba didn't understand how to learn crossbow arrows at first. As a child born into a traditional knightly family, Simba has an innate aversion to crossbow arrows. He asked Aralei, "As a warrior, shouldn't you stay away from dirty things like crossbow arrows?"

In those days, crossbow arrows were seen as only used by the most despicable. Because crossbow arrows are the most insidious, lethal and most lethal weapons, they are specially used for sneak attacks. A noble knight is likely to be killed by a sneak attack with a crossbow arrow by the most despicable villain without even noticing.

People who use crossbow arrows tend to be despised by all. If a knight uses a crossbow on the battlefield or in a duel with someone else, his knighthood will be outrightened and even spurned by the entire family.

Before he could finish speaking, Araray slammed a chestnut on Simba's head. Simba didn't know that Mentor Araray had been banished from the Elven Forest because of his fanatical penchant for crossbow arrows.

"Are you stupid or pretending to be stupid. It's been said that crossbow arrows are used to sneak up on others, can you let others see them? If no one else can see it, then how do you know that you used a crossbow arrow? And when it's really time to break the net, who cares what you use to kill your opponent. As long as you can kill your opponent on the battlefield, you use a soup spoon for eating, and no one dares to say that you are wrong. Only those sanctimonious hypocrites shout all day long about what chivalric code, what chivalry. “

"When you duel, you tell someone. Uncle, I'm a knight, you can't shoot me with crossbow arrows, don't others really dare to use crossbow arrows? Nima, those are all deceitful nonsense, and it is the last word to be able to save your life and kill your opponent. “

Simba began to learn various archery techniques from Arare, including crossbow arrows.

The third mentor, Dumbledore, began to teach Simba some simple first- and second-order magic. After the first three years of nurturing, Simba has made rapid progress. As long as he recited the spell, the magic elves around him would be summoned in an instant. Unleash magic much faster than a normal magic apprentice. He can even reach the realm of a third-level magician.

This made Dumbledore very happy, after all, three years of hard labor had not been in vain. You know, summoning magic elves every night and night for the past three years really made the old man choke enough. If it weren't for Cameron looking around every day for some ginseng, deer antler, bear's paw, and bird's nest to nourish his body. The old man is afraid that he will run out of oil and die of collapse!