Legendary Beastmaster Zhang Deshuai

Standing on the land of the northern border, Zhang Deshuai fixed his eyes on the magnificent Beitai Fortress in front of him. His mood was like the surging waves, with various emotions such as excitement, excitement, and expectation intertwined.

His heart was beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of his throat. The joy of meeting Teacher More filled his heart, making his hands tremble slightly. He recalled the time he spent with Teacher More. The teacher's teachings were like a beacon that illuminated his growth path and gave him endless strength and courage. At this moment, he couldn't wait to run to the teacher and show him his current achievements.

The Beitai Fortress in front of us stood like a towering giant between heaven and earth. Its walls were towering into the sky, made of solid bluestone and steel, exuding an indestructible aura. On top of the walls, there were densely packed watchtowers and fortifications, and huge catapults and crossbows seemed to be telling of the countless fierce battles it had experienced.

The gate of the fortress was tightly closed, like an insurmountable barrier. The emblem of the Star Empire was engraved on the gate, shining majestically in the sun. The entire fortress was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere. Soldiers patrolled on the city wall, their figures were upright and resolute, and every movement revealed their determination to protect the fortress.

Zhang Deshuai took a deep breath and tried to calm his excitement. He knew that this Beitai Fortress was not only an important defense line of the Xingyao Empire, but also the place where he and Teacher Moore reunited. He took firm steps and walked towards the fortress step by step, secretly vowing in his heart that he must make his teacher proud of him.

Zhang Deshuai stood at the gate of Beitai Fortress, feeling nervous and anxious. When the guard stopped him, he quickly explained his purpose, his eyes full of desire to see Teacher Moore.

The suspicious look of the guard made Zhang Deshuai anxious, and he quickly took out the token given to him by Moore. After the soldier carefully checked the token, his expression became respectful, and then he took Zhang Deshuai to the fortress.

Zhang Deshuai's heartbeat became faster and faster, and every step he took seemed to bring him closer to Teacher More. Finally, they arrived at the door of the room where Grand Marshal More lived. Zhang Deshuai took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

When he slowly walked into the room, he saw Mr. More in a magic robe. Zhang Deshuai's heart suddenly twitched at his old and haggard appearance, and a bitter feeling instantly surged into his heart. His eyes unconsciously moistened, and it seemed as if something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

When Mr. Moore heard the noise, he slowly raised his head. When his eyes fell on Zhang Deshuai, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, followed by endless joy. His eyes became particularly gentle, as if he was looking at his most precious treasure.

"Deshuai...it's really you..." Teacher Moore's voice was trembling. He struggled to get up. Zhang Deshuai quickly stepped forward and supported the teacher.

"Teacher... I, I'm back." Zhang Deshuai's voice was a little choked. He held Teacher Moore's hand tightly, feeling the familiar warmth.

Teacher Moore looked at Zhang Deshuai carefully, his eyes full of satisfaction and emotion. "My child, you have grown up, become so tall, and become much more mature and stable...but the teacher recognized you at the first sight."

Zhang Deshuai could no longer hold back his tears, and they burst out. "Teacher, I have missed you all these years. I have worked hard to cultivate so that I can be with you again one day."

Teacher Moore patted Zhang Deshuai's hand gently and said with a smile: "Good boy, I know you will come back. I am very happy and proud to see that you are so successful now."

The two sat quietly, recalling the past. The time they spent together, the teachings and care, all became particularly clear at this moment. Zhang Deshuai felt as if he had returned to his carefree youth with his teacher, and Teacher Moore seemed to have become much younger, with his eyes full of love and expectations for Zhang Deshuai.

In this room, time seemed to have stopped, leaving only the deep friendship between the master and the disciple, permeating in the air and warming each other's hearts.

Zhang Deshuai sat next to Mr. Moore and talked endlessly about everything he had experienced over the years. His eyes were shining, as if he wanted to pour out all the stories at once.

Mr. Moore leaned back in his chair quietly, listening carefully to every word. His eyes were always fixed on Zhang Deshuai's face, and he sometimes showed a surprised expression, and sometimes a gratified smile as Zhang Deshuai spoke.

When Zhang Deshuai mentioned his fellow beastmasters, Mr. Moore's eyes showed curiosity and concern. He carefully asked about the characteristics and abilities of each of his fellow beastmasters, as if he wanted to deeply engrave this information in his mind.

Zhang Deshuai enthusiastically talked about his research and understanding of the profession of beastmaster. Although Mr. Moore was a little confused, his face was always filled with an encouraging smile. He nodded from time to time and said softly: "My Deshuai is really amazing. He can have such unique ideas and creations."

Teacher Moore reached out and gently stroked Zhang Deshuai's hair, just like when he was a child. "Deshuai, no matter what you do, I believe you can do it well. You are my proudest disciple, and I will always support you." His voice was full of love and pampering.

Looking at Zhang Deshuai's passionate and confident face, Mr. Moore was filled with emotion. He recalled how Zhang Deshuai looked like when he was a child, a naughty and stubborn child who has now grown into such an outstanding young man. He knew that Zhang Deshuai must have suffered a lot outside, but he also made a name for himself with his own efforts and talents.

"Deshuai, you must remember that no matter where or when, this place is always your home. If you are tired or injured, just come back, and the teacher will always be waiting for you here." Teacher Moore's words were like warm sunshine, illuminating Zhang Deshuai's heart.

Zhang Deshuai felt the deep love from Teacher More. He held Teacher More's hand tightly, with tears of emotion in his eyes. "Teacher, I will work harder and will not let you down." At this moment, the relationship between the master and the apprentice became deeper, as if no difficulties could separate them.

Zhang Deshuai looked at Mr. Moore's haggard and aging appearance and asked distressedly, "Teacher, what happened to you? How did you become like this?"

Teacher Moore's eyes flashed with a trace of painful memories, and he slowly said: "Some time ago, the war on the front line was tense, and I personally led people to meet the enemy. In a fierce battle, I encountered the terrible Behemoth. That guy was as big as a mountain, and his strength was terrifying. It waved its huge claws, and each blow was as powerful as a tidal wave. I fought a desperate battle with it, but I was defeated in the end."

Teacher Moore seemed to be back on that terrible battlefield again, his voice trembling slightly: "Its attacks were fierce and fierce. I tried my best to resist, but I was still hit by it many times. The power of the Behemoth was too strong. Every collision made me feel like my bones were about to fall apart. In the end, I was hit hard by it and fell heavily to the ground. I felt that my internal organs were dislocated and my body was covered with scars."

Teacher Moore added seriously, "Master De, you must remember that if you encounter a Behemoth in the future, you must try to avoid it. They are not easy to deal with, and magic can hardly cause substantial damage to them. They have extremely high magic defense capabilities."

Zhang Deshuai looked at Mr. Moore's serious expression and nodded solemnly, "Teacher, I understand. I will be careful."

Teacher Moore's eyes were filled with worry and concern. He continued, "The Behemoths are not ordinary creatures. They have thick skin and amazing strength. Magic often loses its effect in front of them. When I fought it, I used all my magic attacks, but they were like a drop in the ocean, and had almost no effect on it."

Zhang Deshuai's mind flashed with the huge and terrifying figure of the Behemoth, and he became more afraid of it. "Teacher, don't worry, I won't easily provoke them."

Teacher Moore patted Zhang Deshuai on the shoulder and said, "Just remember, I don't want you to be in danger. You still have a long way to go in the future, so you must protect yourself."

Zhang Deshuai felt the deep care and concern of Mr. Moore, and secretly vowed in his heart that he must continue to improve his strength, not only for himself, but also to live up to Mr. Moore's expectations. He repeated Mr. Moore's instructions over and over again in his heart, remembering them firmly in his heart, and always reminding himself to be vigilant and cautious when facing the Behemoth.

Zhang Deshuai was horrified when he heard this. He could imagine how difficult and dangerous it was for the teacher to face the terrible Behemoth. "Teacher, you have suffered." Zhang Deshuai said softly.

Afterwards, Zhang Deshuai quickly took out the magic bread and eagerly explained to Teacher Moore: "Teacher, this is magic bread. It has magical effects and can quickly heal injuries."

Teacher More looked at the magic bread with some surprise, and after a moment's hesitation, he took it and took a bite. As the bread went down his throat, he could clearly feel a warm force flowing through his body, and the pain in his body began to ease at a speed visible to the naked eye. He closed his eyes and quietly felt this magical change.

After a while, Mr. Moore opened his eyes, his eyes full of surprise. "De Shuai, this magic bread is really amazing! My injury has really recovered." Although his hair has not recovered, Mr. Moore's mental state is obviously much better, as if he has returned to the high-spirited marshal. He looked at Zhang De Shuai with gratitude, his heart full of relief.