"One hundred and thirty-eight cuts, twenty knives less than yesterday. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Fortunately, they were all minor injuries. ”

"I fell two hundred and eighty-three times today, and my waist was about to break. ”

"Fifty knife edges, the wind blade scythe can only tickle me. ”

"After another hundred falls, I don't seem to be afraid of pain. ”

From the first day of cultivation in Storm Canyon, Mondo felt like he was in hell, tormenting every moment.

Fall on an iceberg, get up again, start from the beginning, fall again, climb again...... He felt like a snowball, rolling around on an iceberg, and every day he fell with a bruised nose and swollen face.

Later, his skin was tougher than cowhide, and the wind sickle could only cut a superficial wound. Turning over the iceberg is like a common meal, and it doesn't hurt or itch.

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In the evening, the storm at Razor Ridge gradually subsided, and the snow dance gradually dissipated.

On an iceberg near Storm Canyon, the snow suddenly dispersed, and a hand stretched out from it...... Then, a thick cloud of snow fell, and a figure emerged from the snowdrift.

"Whew!"

Mondo let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes, the snow stains on his eyelashes shaking off. He felt his heart go from near stop, to a gradual increase in beating, until it maintained a constant speed.

Today is a rare day off, and Mondo chooses to sit on top of the iceberg and enter the "frostwolf style" state of battle meditation. In less than a day, he was transformed into a snowman.

The "frost wolf style" meditation is a silent heart, like a frost wolf lurking in the ice and snow storm, the body shape and temperament are fused with the wind and snow, quiet, cold, and ethereal.

For more than fifty days in Stormwind Canyon, receiving daily training in the cruelty of Millgar, wandering in death and pain at any time, it was even more miserable than the slaves in the Arena of Ogurita.

Later, Mondo discovered that "frostwolf-style" combat meditation was the best way for him to release stress.

It is worthy of the ancient shaman's invention of meditation, every time he wakes up from meditation, his mind is extremely peaceful, and the pain of his body seems to become a burden on his back, unloaded from his shoulders.

He kind of understood why the ancient orcs were proficient in the art of souls, which gave birth to the shaman profession. The living environment of the orc's hometown is extremely harsh, with earthquakes, volcanoes, storms, and killings accompanying the orcs throughout their lives. When the body suffers, the only way to seek spiritual liberation is to seek spiritual liberation.

Only when the soul is pure can we not be afraid of the pain of reality.

In the meditative state, he is really like a frost wolf, blending into the wind and snow and the heaven and earth, and the slightest movement of the storm can be felt in detail. If he cultivated for a long time, he felt that he would really become a frost wolf.

Mondo stretched, moving his stiff legs, and then scurried down the hill.

His figure dangled from the iceberg, but he always kept his balance, running at a constant pace at first, and then getting faster and faster, almost rushing back to the ground in one go.

Mondo looked back at the iceberg and shook his head. There was still a distance from the constant speed required by Millerga.

After nearly two months of hard training, he finally realized that the axe marks left by Milega in the snow-capped mountains were not arbitrary, but distributed in a certain pattern, and each step required delicate control of the strength of his feet and body.

The Orc Shadow Master and Juggernaut are elusive on the battlefield, often striking at critical moments, like dancers walking on a tightrope. Their footwork is called the Wind Walk!

Running at a constant speed on the iceberg axe marks is the first step in cultivating the Wind Step.

Mondo is still a fraction of a second away from completing this step. He knew that this millimeter of distance, on the battlefield, was the difference between life and death.

Fight with the wind sickle with the bayonet, and the victory or defeat is also a millimeter.

Mondo has to dodge the attack of the wind sickle without any mistakes, and there is always a gap of one step.

It will take time to bridge the gap between these millimeters.

However, such progress in two months is already a miracle speed, and Mondo never dreamed that he would be able to reach this level. Even Millega wasn't too picky.

Back at the igloo, Millega sat at the table in contemplation. There was a section of the trunk of an ice crystal tree on the table, and I don't know what it was for.

"Winter in Razor Ridge is coming to an end soon, and we won't be able to stay in Storm Canyon for a few days. Milgar glanced at the boy and continued to fall into deep thought.

Mondo was overjoyed in his heart, this damn canyon, and the damn practice, was finally coming to an end.

He believed that an orc would rather face a mountain of swords and fire than fight a bayonet with a large group of erratic wind sickles, and that orcs did not like elusive tricks, and that they were not willing to run up and down icebergs every day, falling hundreds of heels a day, and I was not a fool.

Such cultivation is a kind of mental and physical torture.

If he left Stormstorm Canyon now, Mondo would not hesitate to move.

"Before we leave, we're going to get some trouble with the magic bugs. "Millgar bared her fangs.

Mondo knew what the trouble he was talking about was, nothing more than destroying people. However, as soon as he thought of the battle scene in the sky with the Wind Blade, he was stunned in his heart, this was not a battle he could participate in.

"Do you know how to make totems?" asked Millaga suddenly.

Mondo nodded and said, "You can make it against the map." ”

"Did Gesar teach this about making a soul pact with a magical bug?" asked Milega energetically.

Mondo quickly came to his senses and exclaimed in surprise, "Communicate with the Spirit of the Storm? Those elementals are crazy, this simply can't be done. They couldn't do anything but tear me to shreds. ”

"Will it be, or won't?" Millga's fangs almost poked into the boy's face.

Mondo nodded. A rune came to mind, a link rune from the spirit world. Gesar has said that any shamanic apprentice who has comprehended the power of the soul can use the soul link charm to sign a contract with elemental creatures.

However, in the whole of Augurita, there are few shamans who have elemental creatures as companions. Even Gesar himself rarely mentions the matter of the elemental companions.

Because elemental creatures are rare and difficult to convince. Elemental beings go from ordinary "deified elements" to the birth of intelligence, like babies being born, and this kind of spirituality is very narrow and paranoid.

Babies are not good or evil, and they do not control their emotions.

The same is true for elemental creatures, what emotions they are born with are very difficult to change. Like the storm spirit of the canyon, the rage never rests.

What can happen if you talk about cooperation with a group of crazy people.

"Very good, you make a totem first, and then we'll catch a few magic bugs to play!"

"Millaga, have you really figured it out?"

"Of course, I'll be in charge of beating the magic bugs until they're convinced, and you can do the rest!" Millga smirked, "As long as they're afraid of death, they have a chance to succeed." ”

"Shamans communicate with the elements on an equal footing, and they cannot be oppressed by force. Mondo shook his head.

"Bastard, isn't your brain broken!" said Milgar, baring his fangs in contempt, "Gesar is much smarter than you, and only a fool believes in equality and freedom." ”

"Think about it, with a magic bug as a slave, your strength has improved a lot. ”

"But, by force, will the storm spirits succumb?" Mondo was somewhat convinced.

"The magical bugs here are smart, and the bugs in the fourth stronghold already have their own names. The smarter you are, the more you are afraid of death. Between death and submission, which would you choose?"

Mondo was silent! There is no doubt that making a contract with elemental beings can be done in one way or another, it is something to look forward to.

However, it is theoretically possible to conclude a contract by force, but the actual operation is full of variables, otherwise all the shamans of Oghurita would have a "magic baby".

Millerga, sure enough, is a pervert.