108 Ways to Heal a Loyal Dog

The loyal dog who has slept with me for thousands of years

When he first heard the name of Archmage Fiorlando, Sarnaka Halka had just been promoted from a fifth-level silver warrior to a third-level one.

Compared to the exploits and achievements of the legendary and legendary archmage over the years, his hard-earned advancements are insignificant and insignificant, except for one or two more bounties or hire quests that he can choose Even the proprietress of the inn, who has a strong body but knows nothing about martial arts, didn't bother to congratulate him in a hypocritical way.

In fact, in the Kista Continent, a healthy adult male around the age of 20 has an average martial skill value of the fourth level of the silver rank. Results that can be seen.

But for a half-dream spirit, this is a surprising fact.

This cross-boundary mixed race known for its beautiful appearance and fragile physique, although extremely sensitive to elements, is not suitable for practicing martial arts or studying Fa, and may even lose his life due to a cold.For tens of thousands of years, they have been the collections that the royal families, nobles and wealthy businessmen have been rushing to buy.Even in the era when the population of the half-dream spirits was greatly reduced due to the epidemic, the gold coins that a humanoid with pointed ears could exchange for were almost equal to the elegant and mysterious moon elves.

From the day he came out of the valley, Sarnaka has not concealed his ethnic identity. Considering the background mentioned above, this behavior can be called reckless.Weak, rare and beautiful creatures are simply the best goods that unscrupulous traders dream of. Even men, on the east coast where the folk customs are open, are also hot commodities that are in short supply.

On several occasions, Xel'Naka came close to having the mark of a slave branded on his neck.However, he is lucky, and there are always kind people who help him in times of crisis.Afterwards, with the steady rise of his martial arts level, and his more and more masculine body features, the vendors who wanted to set him up obediently put away their greedy hearts—the dark-skinned, muscular half-dream, What they've seen for millennia as an anti-racial outlier—a taboo that must never be touched.

The strong are respected, this is an absolute law that has never changed in any era.Sal is no exception.He sympathizes with the weak, but respects the strong even more.From the day he came out of the valley, he had a goal - he wanted to be a warrior.

This idea has been deeply rooted in his mind since he was a child.

He wants to become strong, strong enough to protect his people, to protect their peace from this turbulent and dangerous world.

You are a fantasy.

In the city on the border of the Duchy of Breland in the West Star Continent, the recruiting teacher of the Warrior Academy burst out laughing when he heard the boy in front of him express his dreams word by word.

I admire your courage, child.But to be honest, compared to the fighter profession, I suggest you consider priests or warlocks.

Don't waste your talent.

College after college, he submitted forms, paid fees, took tests, only to be rejected in the final screening.

I tried my best but never got a chance.Facing such a cruel reality, Thrall was almost shaken.He couldn't help but wonder: Maybe what they said was right, the half-dream spirit race is really not suitable for martial arts.He is not special at all, to compete with the tens of thousands of years of tradition on this continent is undoubtedly a dream.

But whenever he was about to give up, he would think of one person.

— Sal, I know what you're thinking.Never doubt yourself, one day, you will become the most powerful fighter on this continent.

--Can I?

—I swear on my life.You can protect anyone you want from harm.

That was the first time Thrall saw the man.In his heart, he calls it his "Guardian Angel".

His guardian angel appears every few years.He has a pair of beautiful golden pupils, which have the texture of crystal clear gems when the sun shines on them.His voice is very pleasant and gentle, and his articulation is very rhythmic, like the breeze blowing on the lake.His posture is dignified and noble, and his every move is graceful and pleasant... He can describe many details about angels, but he can't remember his appearance at all.

After the coming-of-age ceremony, Thrall walked out of the Colliert Valley where the kaleidoscopes lived.Since he was a child, he learned boxing and kicking kung fu from the kind fighters in the town. Those kung fu were just one and a half moves and had no system. Therefore, in the past two years after leaving the valley, people who couldn't stand by and watch injustices developed excellent escape skills.

Later, by coincidence, he saved the life of a first-rank silver soldier.In order to repay his kindness, the other party taught Thrall what he had learned for many years.With his second master, he finally stepped into the door of a warrior's career. After hard training, he officially passed the examination of a silver-ranked warrior at a speed slightly slower than ordinary people.

He trekked in dangerous mountains and wilderness, traveled around the world with reward missions, and lived a life like a knight-errant.The level of tasks he can take on is not high, but even so, in just a few years, what he has seen and heard has surpassed his previous 20 years of life.

He learned several languages, mastered parts of several other professions, figured out the twists and turns of border cargo smuggling, and made friends.They even formed a small all-professional mercenary group to accept various entrusted tasks.

He became a gold rank warrior.Ordinary fighters are no longer his opponents.

He has new desires and goals.

In order to welcome the teaching of Archmage Fiorlando, the No. [-] All-Professional Comprehensive College of the Duchy of Tarsu, it opened applications for short-term study tours to all races on the continent.

Hearing this news, the whole continent went crazy.Letters like snowflakes poured into the admissions department of the college, and a long queue lined up in the school hall. People were eagerly looking forward to it, talking about various rumors and news about the archmage.

He is the first great mage in the Kista continent for 7000 years. He is personally crowned by the God of Light, the Goddess of Battle, and the God of Elemental Magic. He is the closest existence to a "God" in this world.

Now, under the contact of the mage union, the archmage is going to give lectures publicly, let alone whether he can understand what he said, even if he joins in, it's good to have a look at the archmage!

This is the true thought in the hearts of more than half of the applicants.After all, although there are no restrictions on the application, but after thinking about it, you know that the auditorium hall of a college can accommodate no more than a thousand people.Excluding the top figures of various professions and the royal families and nobles of the major duchies, how many ordinary people get this opportunity?

Thrall also understood this truth.So although he was very interested in that living legend, he also submitted the application and went to the on-site interview as scheduled, but he never thought that he would be the lucky one.

But fate is sometimes so magical.Due to various marriage coincidences, Thrall finally obtained the qualification to participate in the lectures of the archmage.This meant that he could enter the warrior's hall for months on end, receive formal vocational and basic education, while seeing and even interacting with the archmage up close.

The rest of the mercenary group were almost jealous of his luck.

A long-cherished wish of many years has been half fulfilled in this wonderful way.Even the half-dream spirit, who has always believed in man-made things, has to sigh.Strange to say, he had an intuition that this opportunity was a gift from his guardian angel.

Why is he so sure?

Because every time he needs, when he is confused, when he is in pain, when he is in crisis, that person will appear.

For the first time, he encouraged his young self to think bravely.

The second time, he was saved by him, and he knew the other party's occupation.There is no doubt that his guardian angel is a powerful mage.In a blur of consciousness, he desperately remembered the other person's hair color.

Several times since then, the other party has not come forward directly, but those small coincidences and accidents one after another have led to various completely different results that ultimately benefited him himself.

Since the other party chose him to attend the lectures of the archmage, he naturally had his intentions.With such a firm belief, Thrall officially ushered in his belated student career at the No. [-] Comprehensive Academy of All-Professionals.

It was the first time I saw Archmage Fiorlando up close. The heart in the black-haired half-dream almost stopped beating.

For a long time, because of its great advantage in long-distance attack power of a single target, mages have occupied the most special status among all combat professions.And because of the strict requirements for talent in its mage courses and the still-used ancient apprenticeship teaching model, the number of mages in most countries is very rare.Under the interweaving of various historical and environmental factors, being arrogant and expensive has become the representative label of mages.

Archmage Fiorlando is no exception.With his genius level, his arrogance and arrogance can even be regarded as friendly and gentle in the mage circle.

But what made Thrall stunned was not his temper and the unfathomable strength he displayed, but his appearance and posture.

For a few moments, he thought he saw his guardian angel.

They both have gray hair, golden obsidian eyes, deep and melodious voice, elegant and beautiful posture, but one is radiant, shining like a bright gemstone, and the other is like a bright moon in the night, gentle and inclusive, quietly passing by the pain of others.

Yet when their eyes met, Thrall knew it wasn't him.

His guardian angel would never look at him with such a strange and condescending gaze, as if he were an ant or a dead thing.

"Half-dream warrior... Interesting."

This was the only sentence the archmage said to him from the beginning to the end.

The author has something to say:

The extra episode of the mage chapter is here!Meme

This story actually has a lot to offer

I also imagined a lot of past stories

I personally feel that due to the limited space, it was not fully developed, and the writing was not very good.

But I was very happy to try Western Fantasy for the first time.

Please wait patiently for the next one~~