Heine asked, "How did the warriors of your time fight?" ”

"Warriors of my time?"

Sabellia was stunned for a few seconds.

"Are there no warriors now? Not even the mountains of Maikala? ”

"Lord Sabellia, that's ......"

Linumu quickly explained.

Sabellia had an indescribable expression on her face.

Shock, emotion, ridicule, and regret.

"In my time, very few people chose to become a warrior because that path was too difficult."

Sabellia said slowly:

"If a mage is a master of all spell-casting techniques, then a warrior is a master of all combat techniques.

"Any non-spellcaster will train at one-third, or even one-quarter, of the intensity of the warrior's standard from the probationary period to level five.

"In other words, warriors train at least three times as much as other professions during the foundation period, and warriors under Grand Duke McAlla's command are even more ruthless, supposedly six or even seven times as much."

"What are they practicing?" Heine couldn't help but ask.

Sabellia: "Adapting their flesh and blood to energy traits is their only weapon, after all.

"Generally speaking, newcomers choose the three elements of wind, earth and fire as a starting point.

"Wind represents speed, earth represents strength, and fire represents emotional control, and there is not much conflict between the three.

"A warrior who is more demanding of himself will choose a pair of opposite elements, such as water and fire, holy light and shadow.

"It's harder, but it's also a stronger foundation.

"Adaptation to energy is a sign of control and resistance, so the warrior seeks to maintain the highest level of combat effectiveness in any extreme situation and against any opponent.

"They have to learn to use these energies as well as to resist them."

Is it really an all-attribute warrior?

Heine was shocked.

He had a faint realization.

That is, warriors and mages are actually the same way.

It's just that the mages have found a standardized process and even industrialized it.

And the fighters apparently did not, so it has declined to this day.

"What about other professions? What happens after level 5? He asked.

"Level 5 and onwards......"

Sabellia sighed.

"After the fifth level, a warrior is still a warrior, and adaptive training is something that must be insisted on for a lifetime, so I say that this road is too hard.

"Because of suffering, there is a shortcut.

"Just embrace some kind of energy completely, like wind, like earth, like light and shadow.

"Just offer your faith and you will be liberated.

"Once you let it infiltrate your soul, your adaptability will increase dramatically, and it will grow with the strength of your soul in the future.

"A Wind Hunter can only control the light wind to assist him before level five, and after level five, he is a part of the wind.

He could hear the joy and sorrow of the wind, whether it was roaring or murmuring, whether it was tender or irritable...... This allows him to focus more on combat, without having to bother with manipulating energy and even influencing the environment. ”

He looked at Linumu, who had a solemn expression.

"I'm sure you've heard the sound of grass and trees, right?"

The Wood Elf nodded, "Yes, I can hear them." ”

"Oh, looks like you're not tired of it."

Sabellia tugged at the corners of her mouth:

"That's it, can't refuse, can't stop, from the initial euphoria to the final torment, as you get stronger, these voices get clearer and louder, more and more, more and more noisy, until death frees you. This may be the price of taking shortcuts. ”

Tuba couldn't help but retort: "Mother Earth didn't take my soul, but I can hear her voice, isn't that the answer to prayer?" How can it be torture? ”

"You're the totem master of Eagle Rank Mountain, right?" Sabellia looked at him.

"Yes."

"Do you feel the difference between the McKala Mountains and the Eagle Rank Mountains?"

Tuba was silent for a moment.

"Looks like you're feeling it too, because there's no belonging here."

Sabellia replied, "But the reason is that I guess it is the same thing that Barry says that he can feel a rage and fanaticism that is not his own in the north, and that he is quiet here."

"When a person who imbues his soul with energy dies, he leaves something in his energy, like a dead fish dissolved in water.

"As time goes on, and there are more and more people, the quality of the water will always change, and this change will be integrated with other fish living in the water.

"But it's different here, the people here still have their souls, the energy here is pure, the water here is clean.

"Maybe that's why they're the way they are."

He sneered, "Compared to sacrificing oneself to gain great strength, such a day-to-day practice is really unreasonable, maybe only a fool with a brain will stick to it." ”

When he finished speaking, there was silence all around.

The people present, whether they had reached the fifth level or not, no matter what their previous understanding of the energy was, all fell into deep thought at this moment.

Those perceptions that were taken for granted have also been challenged.

Who would have thought that promotion was actually a sacrifice...... A powerful force turned out to be a burden.

What Sabellia did not say was that in his time, these words, although also taboo, would not be judged.

Now, if you say it, it would be considered heretical.

There are also different methods of adjudication in different regions.

Heine was the least felt, though he frowned.

He had a headache about what to do with the fighters.

I didn't expect it to be so simple......

It's simply unsolvable.

The road in the past was so rough, let alone now that we have to start from scratch after the knowledge is cut off?

Headache......

He decided not to think about it for a while.

It's a big deal to kill Quarcus with a floating city!

"What about the scars of withering?" He asked.

Sabellia shook her head: "I only know that Quarkus also fled here, and after so many years, who knows what happened next."

"Kaena you mentioned earlier is a kind of demon worm in the Swamp of the Rotten Heart, where Quarkus must have been lurking for many years.

"If nothing else, you'll also meet Mantis, Unek, and even the Queen of Thorns......"

When she heard the last name, her eyes moved.

Her sister Dailin was born as the Queen of Thorns many years ago.

“…… That's all I know. ”

After saying that, Sabellia smiled, "But if you get Quarkus here, I can talk to him." ”

Seeing that he had nothing to offer, Heine prepared to let him go back.

Sabellia looked like she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Silence returned to the cave, and Heine and the others prepared to leave after a brief summary.

He grabbed the package containing Teacher Xia in the "big broken" state, and prepared to go back to the fish pond to repair it.

Linumu suddenly followed, and whispered:

"Your Excellency, Lord Sabellia, he's in there......"

"Inside, he was beaten all day long by an elf named Aquilaria, and lived a miserable and undignified life."

Heine replied.

Linumu was stunned, probably not expecting Heine to be so straightforward.

"Do you think I should treat him well, at least because of this cooperation?" Heine asked rhetorically.

"I... I think so. ”

Heine: "Your logic is: he was disobedient before, so he was beaten, and now that he is obedient, he wants me to stop - do you think I am training a dog?" ”

"No, my lord, I didn't mean that......"

"There's an elf named Aquilaria (Nobita), and you probably don't know about this person."

Heine continued:

"He's the night elf who attacked this place in the first place, and the first occupant of it.

"There were five other people who went in at the same time as Sabellia, but none of them had hands or feet, only one head.

The guy greeted everyone excitedly, ready to build them a house - for the guys who only had their heads left.

"But when he walked up to Sabellia, how do you suppose the winds of the jungle responded to this kindness?"

Linumu smiled a little forcefully.

Do you still need to think about this......

In Sabellia's opinion, that kind of weak person is not worthy of talking to him.

Heine: "So you see, this is the law of the jungle in his heart, the strong have dignity, and the weak can only endure.

"So I carried out his principles, but made him the weakling, why can't he bear it?"

The Wood Elf opened his mouth, and he couldn't say anything to refute it.

There was a moment of silence.

"Is there any room for redemption?" He asked.

"Absolutely." Heine smiled: "Either he continues to be a hard bone and stubbornly makes Aguilaria unable to do it."

Or, like that ordinary elf, he recognizes the status quo and lets go of his stubbornness and arrogance and blends in.

"Either way, he's going to earn my respect.

But if he can't see clearly, and can't let go, he lives in the double torment of pain and hatred......

"With all due respect, he brought it all upon himself."

(End of chapter)