As it turns out, Aaron is not an ordinary person. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Both Torrev and Akril tried their best, but they couldn't let the water elemental or the wind elemental seep into half of Aaron's hair. This undoubtedly shows that Aaron and the water and the wind have nothing to do with each other, but it also makes the team look at each other.

In general, a person may have a poor compatibility with one of the basic elements, but by no means completely unable to receive the basic elements. According to the famous immortal fire elemental of the Tertiary Period, Elivier, the basic element is another form of life force. This idea has been written into various editions of the Elemental General Knowledge Book countless times. The conclusion that follows from this is that everyone can use the basic elements, regardless of the level of the realm. But Aaron's condition is obviously very unusual.

Torrev and Akril certainly don't believe that Aaron can't receive the basic elements, so the only explanation can only be that Aaron's relationship with the water and wind elements is too bad. Even with the elemental power of their official knights, they couldn't overcome Aaron's body's rejection of these two elements. However, this conclusion also basically announced Aaron's death sentence on the path of a warrior or elemental envoy, and the two uncles naturally did not dare to tell the truth.

Aaron received the conclusion that his physique was not suitable for the cultivation of the wind element or the water element.

Originally, Akril wanted to be Aaron's guide and teach him about the water element. Secretly he had a good fight with Uber, but it turned out to be a punch into the air.

The adults in the team naturally knew the actual situation of Aaron, so they comforted the frustrated teenager, saying that they would teach him their skills, and boasted that even without the strengthening of elemental power, it would be very powerful.

Looking at the uncles who were flexing their muscles around the campfire, Aaron couldn't hold back his sad face anymore and burst out laughing. Although those rough men still posed funny one by one, they couldn't laugh at all. They have been through the storm and know that in this continent where strength is the cornerstone of survival, weakness is the original sin. This is especially true for civilians without any background.

Seeing that Aaron seemed to have regained his former optimism, several veterans who were a little sad left silently. Akril sat down next to Aaron, took out an ordinary dagger from his boot, shook it in front of Aaron's eyes, and asked, "What about the knife?"

Aaron pulled the dagger from the small clasp on his belt, and the sharp blade turned a brilliant crimson in the light of the fire. Akril took the dagger from Aaron's hand and asked him, "Do you know where this dagger I gave you came from?"

"I can't read except numbers. Aaron shook his head.

Acriel was silent, and slammed the two daggers into each other, and with a single click, his ordinary dagger broke in two.

"Aaron, this is my guide and a gift from my instructor. Engraved on the handle of the knife is the first word of our names. This dagger is made of thousand-forged steel, so it is very sharp, and it can be said to be a rare and high-quality product. The black-faced youth's tone changed, "But Aaron, in battle, it can play very little role, do you know why?"

The black-haired boy raised his head, frowned slightly, thought for a while, and shook his head.

"In the future, you will definitely know how to fight, and you will be able to read and write. Then you will know that no matter how strong a dagger is, it is not as useful as an ordinary longsword or an ordinary spear in a head-to-head duel. Do you understand, young man, what I want to say?"

Aaron's eyes just widened, and there was no sparkle in his pupils.

Akril patted him on the shoulder and said, "The strength of our people is probably not even a dagger in the gladiatorial arena of the entire continent. Don't worry about losing the opportunity you have now, you are still young, and the power of swords and spears, and even magic await you. Acriel said, a look of wistfulness on his face, and handed the dagger to Aaron.

Taking the dagger, Aaron finally spoke up: "Uncle Acriel, can you teach me how to use the dagger?"

Hearing his voice, Akril laughed, "Young man, throw away the power of the elements, we twelve guys, each of us can teach you something now." Whatever you want to learn, just say it. Of course, there is no need to talk about what to cook and laundry. ”

Alun smiled slightly and said, "Then let's talk about it tomorrow, uncle, it's not early today, I'm going to sleep." ”

Acriel said yes, and Aaron stood up, went to find a canvas bag, which he used as a sleeping bag, and slipped into it with ease.

Looking at the thin back of the young man, Akril sighed secretly, but tried his best to resist the urge to sigh. Catching a glimpse of a few fir fruits scattered around the campfire, he picked them up. The fruits were obviously scorched, but he didn't pay much attention to them, and rubbed out the yellowed flesh one by one and threw them into his mouth. The strange taste bloomed on the taste buds of the tongue, but Acriel was unaware, just staring at the constantly jumping tongue of fire, stunned.

Nothing was said all night.

The next day, as soon as the sun was out of the horizon and hung over the sky, Aaron was called out by Akril. The black-faced uncle stared at him and said solemnly: "Aaron, the environment of the bitter swamp is by no means comparable to the redwood forest, although I can't use the power of the elements, I still have to teach you some self-defense skills." ”

The black-haired boy rubbed his sleepy eyes and nodded. I was about to yawn, but I felt a cramping pain in my abdomen, and I couldn't help but arch my body and cough repeatedly. Only then did it become clear that Akril's iron fist was still in the same position as it was when it was struck, coldly facing his lowered head.

Before Aaron could complain, Akril's voice rang out before him. "From now on, lad, put away your laziness and burnout. You have to wake up before the sun rises. When resting, it is also important to be vigilant. Life now is different from the old days. Alright, pull out your dagger and practice with me. ”

Aaron held his stomach with his left hand, and drew the dagger with his right hand, holding it in his hand. Acriel shrugged and picked up the broken knife on the ground, the victim of last night's experiment. He casually grabbed the broken knife in his hand and said to Aaron, "Okay, come on, don't worry about me, just attack." ”

Stroking his aching stomach, Aaron didn't say a word, curled up his right arm, his steps wandered, his body constantly moving, but always facing Akril. A pair of pale blue eyes also stared at the uncle's black face.

Seeing his appearance, Acriel commented: "The eyes are okay, at least it's not a good baby." But you learned this from street gangsters. But you can't beat me, according to common sense..."

Before the words fell, Aaron took a step and rushed forward, bringing a snow-bright sword light in his right arm, which hit Acril directly. However, with a crisp ding, sparks flew everywhere, and Aaron suddenly fell to the ground. The left hand didn't care about his stomach, but tightly covered his right arm, and a few beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his head. The sharp dagger was already lying quietly a few meters behind him, shining in the sun.

Akril threw the broken dagger in front of Aaron and crouched down. Looking at the deep crack in that dagger, Aaron couldn't help but smile bitterly. Acriel fumbled around his right arm for a while before he said, "Don't worry, it's just that the muscles are overstrained, it's not a big problem." ”

After speaking, he stood up and said solemnly: "Today is the first lesson, the art of escape. By the way, when you don't have enough arm strength, you'd better hold the knife in your forehand so that you don't even lose your grip on the weapon. Okay, now it's time for you to make breakfast. ”

Feeling the pain in his arm lessen slightly, Aaron let out a long sigh. muttered in a low voice: "It's really on the thief's ship, into the thief's den, and into the hands of the thief." ”

Although his voice was small, Akril, who had only left him with a back, turned around, "By the way, young man, if you enter the bitter marsh, you don't need to cook again." After this hot meal, you are my full-time student. In Aaron's eyes, the smiling black face has become synonymous with a knife hidden in a smile, uneasy and kind, treacherous and sinister.

With mixed feelings, Aaron finished his final breakfast, made of a dozen night birds, some fir fruits, and a few wild fruits with dewdrops. Seasoned with salt and pepper, the bird meat tastes good, but Aaron tastes like chewing wax. In the depths of his heart, he was still disappointed that he could not master the wind and water elements, and at the same time, he had many worries about the Kunuma group.

Akril did, though, treat him as a private student. When the group set out, Aaron had another burden on his back. It wasn't heavy, but it kept sliding towards Aaron's chest. In the end, Aaron had no choice but to compromise and was sandwiched into a humanoid sandwich by two baggage. Then, along the way, I was rubbed by the burden on my chest.

The team didn't move fast through the bitter root woods. In fact, strictly speaking, they have not really entered the scope of the bitter swamp. Although there are already an endless number of bitter-rooted trees around, most of these trees on the edge are less than two people thick, which means that the growth cycle is less than twenty years. The ground is only slightly damp, and the soil is only slightly soft. Occasionally, a small clump of moisture-tolerant plants can be found on the ground, which is impossible to see in a bitter marsh.

But Torrev and the others understood that, despite the periphery, the strong fibrous roots of the bitter root tree had not yet broken the earth to pieces. However, the bitter swamp mosquito, which is attached to this poisonous plant, does not care about the situation on the ground. If these horrible insects are not detected in advance, the salt in their sweat can cause deadly trouble.

In the midst of such a slow advance, the strikers of the squad need to be replaced from time to time. Because guarding and exploring the way in the jungle not only consumes a lot of physical strength, but the monotonous and boring scenery can also make people quickly bored and tired. The marching squad became more nervous than ever. And in order to make the most of the cover of the sun during the day, the people could not stop, and had to travel until evening.

Along the way, Akril also harassed Aaron from time to time. Sometimes he quietly pulled up a vine on the ground to try to trip Aaron to the ground, and sometimes he threw strange things such as poisonous snakes and large spiders from the shadows, which made Aaron tremble. When the sunlight was faintly bleeding and the team stopped next to an extremely tall bitter-rooted tree, tired and hungry, Alun almost collapsed on the plate-like roots of the bitter-rooted tree exposed on the ground.

After eating a strange dinner, and before he could digest all the strange rhizomes in his stomach, Aaron saw Akril's black face again. This time it's not a sparring, it's the so-called second lesson, pace.

By the time the sun went down, Aaron couldn't remember how many sprints he had done, turning back diagonally, and moving back and forth in a virtual step. And when Akril unceremoniously threw him on the branch, he did not forget to instruct: "Remember, young man, this is only part of the daily training. ”

As a result, before the sun rose the next day, Aaron slept in the dark and did not dream a single dream.

This march lasted for three days, and Aaron finally learned the basic movements of the dagger. And the team has also completely entered the realm of bitter swamps. On the afternoon of the third day, they encountered a large shallow marsh for the first time. The sparsely wooded moor gave everyone a long time to enjoy the blue sky, but the empty sight was more deadly than the treacherous jungle. The team had no choice but to turn west, trying to bypass this large and unforgiving territory. However, after walking for two hours, they did not see the road to the south, and as night came, everyone had to stop.

"Aaron, come, rush forward, cut one, it's good, you kid actually forgot to retreat the stabbing attack, you are really looking for a fight, you practiced for half an hour yesterday, did you forget everything?" Before the words fell, Aaron's head was firmly struck.

Glancing at Acriel with pale blue eyes, the black-haired boy silently walked a broken line, leaving a deep hole in the wide roots of the tree in front of him, and quickly took a step back, the knife in his hand cut through a diagonal line, leaving a shallow knife mark on the roots. Immediately, it was a new round of attacks and moves.

Sweat quickly wet the boy's somewhat scorched black hair, but he didn't realize it, just mechanically destroying the roots. From time to time, new potholes or scratches appear on the plate-like roots, which looks extremely miserable. Finally, with a vigorous chopping of the knife, the whole plate-like root shattered into hundreds of large and small pieces of wood. The boy threw the knife at the black-faced man on the side, grabbed the sheath in his hand, and left the pile of roots that were oozing white lotion.

Akril gently pinched the dagger on his fingertips, looked at the young man's sweaty back, grinned, and smiled silently. Turning around, he looked at a murky water not far away, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth converged.

At this time, the distant sky was a fiery red, and the water surface of various shapes was dotted, some of which were still cloudy, and some of which were as bright red as the sky. In the dense bitter root woods, the twilight is already spreading and deepening.

With the dagger in his hand, Akril withdrew his gaze and stepped into a dimly lit jungle.