After a short break, Simba, who was unconscious, was woken up by Naru splashing him with ice water. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info physical strength and fighting will and blood tempering, Simba persevered. But Naru's torture of him was not over yet. The practice of true martial arts has only just begun.

Naru's training in martial arts seemed very simple. However, it is very difficult to do. He handed Simba a broken wooden sword, made Simba stand on the slippery ice, held the sword flat in both hands, pointed straight forward, and then held it still.

For the first five minutes, Simba felt relaxed.

After five minutes, his arms began to go numb and his feet began to slip.

Ten minutes later, he felt that the little wooden sword had become extremely heavy, his wrists and shoulders began to tremble, and his cervical and lumbar spine gradually became stiff. My feet were unsteady on the ice. Skipped twice in a row.

Thirty minutes later, the central nervous system was no longer able to control his limbs. You can only barely keep the sword flat by willpower. The soles of the feet are like stepping on the empty air, and there is no force at all. Repeatedly fell countless times.

An hour later, Simba, who had collapsed all over, fell straight on the ice like a popsicle.

Then Naru changed a few simple positions, and just let Simba stand motionless on the ice. Either the sword is raised horizontally, or it is side-blocked, or it is a simple slashing motion. Each movement basically requires him to maintain for more than an hour.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the torture ended. At this time, every muscle and nerve in Simba's body no longer belonged to him, and he didn't feel the slightest. It was as if there was only one head left, floating empty in mid-air.

Eat and take a break. Simba's second mentor appeared before his eyes again.

Elven archer - Arare.

It stands to reason that the elves are peaceful by nature and like to live without contention. It's almost impossible to escape to Raven Town for refuge.

But things are unpredictable. Aralei is one in 10,000 of the elves.

The elves are known for their good archery, and the world knows that the elves have unparalleled archery skills. Their arrows are naturally blessed with wind magic, and their range is twice as long as that of ordinary human archers. And it's incredibly accurate. A good elven archer can raise his hand to shoot in the eye of a galloping horse that is also running a hundred meters away.

And the world also knows that the elves are peace-loving and noble creatures, and they hate war. Even more disgusted with the most despicable crossbow arrows of war. Elves are not allowed to learn and use crossbow arrows. Violators will be spurned by all the elves, and even expelled from the fairy forest.

But the anomaly of Aralei has an almost fanatical penchant for crossbow arrows. He believed that the elves' natural instinct to shoot well, coupled with powerful crossbow arrows, could multiply the elves' combat power. When the time comes, the Night Elves, the old enemies of the elves, will be beneficial.

So Aralei secretly practiced crossbow arrows from his other kindred, and achieved extremely high attainments.

But there are no impermeable walls. Eventually, his deeds were discovered by his clansmen. In a heated argument with the clansmen, the two sides moved into action. Enraged, Araray overthrew one of the clan's elders with a bolt and fled the elven forest.

The Elven King, who had always been peaceful, was furious and began to send the strong men of the Elven clan to hunt down Aralei. So Araray had no choice but to flee to the town of Raven for refuge.

Simba, who had been tortured half-dead by Naru, actually felt a little relieved at the first sight of Arare. The mentor in front of him looked not only handsome but also gentle, not as fierce as Naru.

"Such a gentle, noble and handsome mentor should not torture himself like that madman," Simba thought with a fluke mentality.

But a few minutes later, the unforgiving truth tore his pitiful illusions to shreds.

Araray took Simba to his room and patted Simba on the shoulder very gently: "Little one, don't be afraid. Don't be psychologically burdened. As a quality, educated, noble elf. There's no way I'm going to torture you like that bastard. “

"As long as you complete my mission, you can go home and sleep. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't make it. “

"Really, doesn't it matter if you can't finish it?" Simba finally saw a glimmer of light, and asked in a whisper with an incredible, pie in the sky, did I hear it wrong.

"Of course, I won't beat you, and I won't let the filthy hungry wolves eat you. At most... , that's all..."

That's it, Simba asked repeatedly.

Hey... Hey... At most, they will tie you up and put you in the cemetery outside the city at night. “

"It's fun, it's full of ghosts and zombies. They are all very cute, some have no heads, some have no arms. His body was covered with maggots, and the flesh on his face was rotten, and bones could be seen. Some of the eyeballs fell out ....... They'll play with you, they'll kiss your little face, and maybe their eyes will fall into your little mouth......"

Hey, hey, hey... Hey, hey, hey....

Arare's voice became more and more sinister, and his laughter grew more and more wicked.

"Nima, don't say it, you... You... You're even kinkier than that bastard......"

Before Arare could finish speaking, Simba was already hunched over and retching. He had now understood one thing, and that was that there wasn't a normal person in this damn place. It's all some bastard, pervert, villain.......

......

Seven or eight meters away from Simba lay an hourglass. The hourglass is not filled with grains of sand, but with thumb-sized stones. The task is simple, when Araray pulls the stopper from the hourglass. He had to count how many stones had come out of the hourglass in the allotted time.

It seems simple, but after the first trial, Simba knew it was basically an impossible task for him.

The opening of the hourglass is very large, and when it is opened, small stones fall down like rain. I can't even look at it, let alone count how many pieces.

"It's impossible!" protested Simba.

Araray glanced at him with squinted eyes, and picked up an even smaller hourglass from the cabinet and placed it aside. Then he came over and stood with Simba.

"Look at it, boy!"

Before he could finish speaking, he drew a longbow from behind him as if by magic, and then fired his bow and arrow, shooting at the hourglass without looking.

The action was done in one go, and it was extremely elegant, and Simba was dumbfounded.

The stopper of the small hourglass fell off at the sound, and it contained rice grains. The sparkling millet grains slipped out of the mouth in an instant. After a few breaths, the leak was clean.

"Count and see if it's three hundred and ninety-four. Araray kicked Simba to the hourglass.

"It won't be such an exaggeration!" Simba is a more serious child. I ran to the sand table and counted them one by one.

"Three hundred and ninety-one... Three hundred and ninety-two....three hundred and ninety-three..."

When he counted to the last one, he was completely frozen.

"Three hundred and ninety-four. This... This... How is this possible. ”

"Hehe, what's impossible. Take your time, boy. The most important thing for an archer is concentration and eyesight. Don't talk nonsense, don't count the stones in the hourglass today, and go sleep with the zombies. ”

The facts are there, and it's not an impossible task. Simba could only bite the bullet and start practicing.

Once, twice, three times.... Simba's eyes began to ache, then began to water, and finally became red and swollen. Due to excessive concentration, my mind is blurry.

Araray was not in a hurry at all, and kept putting the leaking small stones back into the hourglass.

"Be calm, calm your breath, adjust your breathing, and come again. "That's all he has to say every time Simba fails.

From the afternoon to the evening, Simba still counted the stones over and over again, and his eyes were swollen like two walnuts. Man is on the verge of collapse, and his head is full of all kinds of stones falling from the sky. In the confusion, a ballad sounded in my ears.

"The sky is full of whose stones are flying... That is the one I have shed... "Well, I'm afraid it's whose tears are flying.

Finally, there was one time, and I don't know if it was the explosion of character that was wrong, or if the real number was clear. He said a number.

"One hundred and ninety-eight"

"Hehe, finally got it right. That's the end of today's workout, and you're ready to fuck off. ”

As soon as Arare's words fell, Simba fell to the ground again.