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After nearly three miles of wandering through the passage, the light of the light suddenly scattered in all directions, and the low rock walls around it disappeared at once, and the five of them walked into a wide underground space - the ground seemed to have cooled from the magma period into uneven stone slabs, and some not-so-sharp stalagmites were scattered on the ground, but left a lot of space. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

"Let's take a break......" the mage said suddenly.

Edward frowned, it would cost a lot of body to walk through such a tunnel full of rocks, but it didn't seem like a good time to rest in this situation - the existence of the lich was like a dark cloud pressing on everyone's heart, and as far as the information that was known at this stage, it seemed to be stumbling on some part of the magical city, but no one was sure if and when the lich would catch up.

Eventually, however, the hunter sighed slightly, sat down beside a small stalagmite, and did not object. In fact, an opponent of this level of the Lich is no longer something he can deal with, and once he enters the battle, the only person he can rely on is the caster, and the caster is already known for his weak body, and if he fails to cast a spell due to fatigue, it is also a trouble.

He took a piece of jerky from his waist bag and stuffed it into his mouth, closed his eyes, chewed it slowly into a paste, and swallowed it with a sip of water, so that eating slowly was far easier to replenish his energy than eating at once, and it would not be a burden on his body - after the confluence, the food crisis was over, although most of the supplies were also lost in the earthquake, leaving only one on the dwarf's back, but it was enough to feed five people for a few days, and with this time, it should be enough to get out of this not deep underground.

The premise is that the pedestrian can find a way out.

The slight sound of footsteps made him open his eyes, and then he noticed the black robe that shimmered with a subtle light, as soft as velvet in his field of vision—the hunter was stunned, a little puzzled why the other party had come to him, and then suddenly thought of something, so his breathing stagnated slightly, but his heart couldn't help beating much faster.

He took a faint breath, letting the many thoughts that had popped into his mind slowly subside, and then he looked up at the pale, beautiful face hidden in the shadow of the hood.

“...... Stand up, put down your sword, remove the magic item, and follow me as I chant and repeat my movements. The mage whispered, but with an unquestioning commanding tone, "But don't imitate me with your eyes and ears, with your senses. If you can, let's get started. ”

"Ebona Oserehir...... Ricoo von Kenar ...... "She whispered a subtle, clear, but unrelated note. At the same time, she raised her hand and drew a subtle light on her fingertips—and in a slight flow, the light followed the trajectory of her fingertips to outline a wonderful symbol.

"Asahalan Mona...... Sonagenanoro ...... "Trying his best to get all the distractions out of his mind, Edward tried his best to imitate every movement of the other party. Every syllable.

He succeeded, and he imitated almost every few dozen syllables, and when a string of sounds came out of his mouth, except for his voice, they were almost exactly the same as the female mage chanted. The fingers that are accustomed to manipulating the bowstring of the hilt of the sword also make every movement almost identical to the original.

But he failed, because when the syllables of eight short paragraphs and the eight gestures ended together, there was only a faint glimmer of light on his fingertips.

Yes, faintly...... In fact, if it weren't for this dark cavern, that little spark wouldn't have been noticeable to anyone.

Then the female mage let out a small sigh. Edward lowered his wrist, his fingertips seemed to be shaking slightly, but his face was still calm, and he did not show the slightest look of disappointment.

"To become a mage...... What are the necessary conditions?" she asked, after a pause.

"Wisdom, memory, and...... Let's learn patience. He replied - this question is actually somewhat simple, not empty, but there should not be a unified answer...... Therefore, Edward thought for a moment and gave his own answer.

Standard, but ignorant answers. ”

The female mage spoke softly, but as soon as she spoke, she categorically vetoed: "Yes, in the eyes of most people, this may be the case, the comprehension of the structure of hundreds or thousands of simple or complex spells, the inability to make mistakes in the preparation of any potion, the memory required for the lines of the circle, and the tireless search for knowledge...... However, this is nothing more than the impression of a mage, in fact, it is correct to say that to become a mage, it takes talent, perseverance and a lot of patience. The patience to move forward in the face of countless failures, even if you sacrifice a qiē, you must get the perseverance you want. This is a qualification necessary for a truly powerful mage to determine how far they can go on the path of magic. ”

"But you can't ignore talent. Although the talent is not so much compared to the other two, only one out of a hundred is needed...... Sometimes, however, that one percent of talent is more important than the ninety-nine percent of patience and perseverance. Because it determines the direction in which you are going. ”

Edward silently wrote down every word she said in his mind. But I felt a little stunned -

It seemed that this was the first time since they met that the female mage had been so close to him. It was also the first time that so many words were spoken.

So, when she stood in front of her like this, Edward suddenly realized that her figure was actually slender and petite—not even as tall as herself, so that the black robe could hide it tightly, and her facial features were actually very delicate, with big eyes and a small nose, and even looked a little like a child.

In that mature charm, it perfectly dissolves into an ingredient that seems to be innocent.

So why did I get so in awe? It seems that it was because of the robe that exuded a strange momentum? But it wasn't...... Or that she just has a cold, mature temperament, completely incompatible with the softness of a young woman, the cold of the Arctic wilderness, and the arrogance and ferocity of a falcon.

But the contrast between appearance and temperament makes it impossible to see how old she is, and it forms a wonderful and charming taste. And if that cold tone becomes longer, it is actually not prohibitive, but a crisp and pleasant sound like hitting ice crystals - if she changes her pronunciation and movement habits, will she also fit the word soft girl?

For a moment, he couldn't help but suddenly think.

Luckily, the mage apparently didn't notice what weird idea was going on in the little imp in front of her, otherwise she would probably have made the idiot melt in the acid-liquefied fireball in no time.

So, she just said something slowly and clearly.

"In this world, magic is everywhere, every creature, every stream, even every stone, every grass...... Even the air was filled with primordial magical energy. This energy pervades everything, and its manifestation is the energy activity of the whole world. And the so-called magic, in fact, is the shaping of the primordial magical energy through the guò magic net, when we cast spells, no, to be precise, those warlocks use their spell-like abilities, and the way the demons mobilize their innate supernatural abilities is the same - mobilize the intricate nodes in the magic web, entangle, join, bend, coil, and superimpose each other, shaping the energy to produce the corresponding magical effect. ”

"Therefore, a qualified spellcaster needs to have an affinity with the magic web...... Let him feel the existence of the magic net, so that he can shape the energy through the magic net, and the rest, such as patience, hard work, hard work, or innate intelligence and acquired knowledge, are only a means to stimulate this ability...... In the final analysis, if a person cannot be accepted by the magic net, then there is no way to shape and exert it. ”

After a slight pause, the mage's gaze fixed on Edward's pupils, and slowly spoke her conclusion:

"Your qualifications are not suitable for studying magic at all...... Even if you have all the knowledge and devote your whole life, you will only be able to reach the second and third layers of the magic web...... In this way, it is better to be an ordinary warrior with peace of mind, and with that little cunning, you should be able to spend a comfortable life in this place. ”

"Well, then, after hearing all this to me......," she said word for word, "have you changed your mind, or are you prepared to waste your time on this road that is doomed to no avail?"

"I ...... If you want to be a mage, even the most lame and stupid mage, as long as you are a mage......"

Staring at the hunter's eyes, they were as deep as a bottomless pool. The air seems to be quiet at this time, and time seems to be fast and slow...... Edward sighed deeply, slowly and clearly exhaled some words from his memory, and then smiled—for these words were so fitting with the situation he faced: "It is a waste of time to go against the ideal, and on the contrary, even if you can only climb, you are as happy as soaring." ”

"Very good......

I wonder if he was touched by anything, or if it was just an answer?, the mage nodded, and then reached out and took one of Edward's palms.

The sensation coming from the palm of the hand was very strange, the smooth and soft touch made people feel a little comfortable, but it was so cold that it didn't look like a human body, but before the boy could feel it carefully, the hand had been retracted, and on the back of Edward's right hand, a beautiful pattern spread out, constructing a clear and slender dark red blood pattern, and when the delicate text was connected to the last stroke, the entire shield pattern disappeared in a faint flicker.

Edward didn't know what the text meant, but he had vaguely guessed a little—at least it was supposed to be a reward in disguise.

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Some people say I'm cheating clicks?

It's wrong.,That's because the revision system of reading has not worked for a long time.,I deleted it and resent it!

Okay, this chapter is a little bit of a personal understanding of the DND caster, but in order not to get bored, I added a little pinch...... The provenance is obvious, so it can be regarded as a tribute to the excellent.

There is one more chapter in the evening.

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