108 Ways to Heal a Loyal Dog

Accompany | The loyal dog who has slept for thousands of years

During the entire teaching period, Thrall and the archmage had no intersection.He is a warrior profession, focusing on physical fitness and physical attack and defense. His weapon is a two-handed giant sword. For spells, he mainly learns simple and common healing and auxiliary attacks, as well as some methods to enhance anti-magic attributes through alchemy.These ordinary mages can teach, so he has no chance to talk to each other.

That is another vast palace of a completely different kind.They are pale and slender, intelligent and intelligent, and their thin bodies cannot stop the enemy's attack, but they can communicate with this mysterious universe.Their spirits are immersed in a sea of ​​spell scrolls and alchemical products, and they are tireless and happy, and they are willing to devote their lives to it.

They are completely different from him.

And Archmage Fiorlando is even more unique.

In just two months, that man was like the most luxurious treasure, attracting everyone's attention and fascination.He is indifferent and aloof, but he is not deliberately arrogant, but he is naturally ignorant; Smiling happily at the progress of the scholar...

Although he had a similar body shape and hair color to his guardian angel, but had a completely different temperament, Thrall quickly denied the guess in his heart.However, it was precisely because of this that Thrall was a little panicked when he found that he paid so much attention to it that even that guess could not explain it.

Luckily, he's not the only character to show his fascination with mages.In fact, few people who have seen the face of the mage can still be as cold as ice and expressionless.However, this youthful feeling that had just emerged was only noticed, and it was ruthlessly cut off by the changes of the turbulent times before even seeing a little sunshine.

In the third month of the Archmage's teaching at the academy, the king of the Duchy of Breland died in an assassination, and the young prince put on the crown.The northern barbarians took advantage of the fire to loot, and the army broke through the barrier and went south all the way.Several big countries are fighting openly and secretly, and small countries are struggling to survive. Wars are raging everywhere, bandits are everywhere, and the people are in dire straits.

Even the Principality of Tarsu, one of the four giants, fell under the iron cavalry of the barbarians.

The sky was cloudy, and the fire was burning fiercely. The ferocious heat swallowed up the original prosperity and turned everything into ashes.

The soldiers were fighting fiercely, their golden armor stained red with blood, they brandished long swords and shields, built a new line of defense with their flesh, and tried their best to leave a glimmer of life for the people.

Even so, under the huge disparity in strength, they were defeated across the board in the end.The towering city tower trembled violently, stones and gravel collapsed, and howling and screaming were everywhere.

In the constantly collapsing city tower, Thrall and the mercenary group escorted the residents to escape.It's just that there are too many chasing troops and the situation is dangerous. After a few back and forth, Thrall is at the end of his battle.

He was scarred and exhausted, watching the enemy's arrows about to shoot into the woman's weak chest.

At that moment, a huge purple mask swept over, gently enclosing them.Feather arrows retreated back, the flames were extinguished silently, and those raging intruders, like disconnected dolls, were caught by invisible big hands, and they were thrown away one by one.

A figure appeared on the towering spire, his long gray hair and gray-haired mage robe were blown up by the strong wind.He raised his staff, and the purple mask was brighter and bigger, like transparent bubbles, gently lifted the people on the ground from the ruins, and drifted towards the gloomy forest.

After a few 10 minutes, the purple mask disappeared.Tens of thousands of survivors in the royal capital of Tarsu looked up at the tall city wall in astonishment, and after seeing the door that opened suddenly, they embraced and wept.

For countless years to come, Thrall will always think of the figure on the tower that day.That fearless courage that can defeat ten thousand, that rebellious and arrogant figure, and his gentle and water-like guardian spell...

Archmage Fiorlando, no matter how isolated and indifferent he looks, there must be a soft and warm place in his heart.

Thrall has always believed so firmly.

In the next few years, the Kista continent fell into complete chaos.There are many descriptions of similar situations in history books.That is usually the beginning of an era, or the end of a dynasty.Natural disasters and man-made disasters have continued year after year, epidemics and disasters have spread everywhere, common people have been displaced, and even princes and nobles are in panic all day long, fearing that they will become prisoners of others after dawn.

Both the demand and the number of mercenaries have increased dramatically.Thrall and his mercenary group hardly rested.A lot of gold coins came into the account, which made his companions smile, but Thrall became more and more reticent.

He thought of his distant hometown, wondering if his simple and kind people were safe.At the beginning of the war, he asked someone to deliver the letterhead and belongings, but there has been no news until now.

The current situation became more and more chaotic, large tracts of villages were abandoned, and unburied corpses were everywhere.All the men who could take up arms went to the battlefield, and the orphans and widows who remained became thieves, liars and prostitutes.People in the village were hungry and gnawed the roots of trees, while people in the city fell in love with drinking and gambling, enjoying the last carnival before the end.

Thrall's name of "Blood Shadow Battle" slowly spread, and he became the undisputed leader of the mercenary group.He has been injured several times, and every time he can turn danger into good fortune.Those scars became his most precious wealth in this troubled world, supporting him to survive all the way.

As the sun set, several black shadows flitted past, rattling and staying on the dead branches.A tall man with black hair and blue eyes leads a horse through a dilapidated village.The fields not far away were covered with weeds, flies were buzzing and hovering over the corpses piled up on the side of the road, and the ragged widowed mother was holding a few children, huddling in a dark corner, staring straight at the passing soldiers.

Thrall took part of the dry food he was carrying and threw it over, then got on his horse and couldn't bear to look any more, and left in a hurry.

When will this troubled world be peaceful?

The more battles I have experienced and the more tragedies I have seen, the stronger this question in my heart will be.For many nights, Thrall tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, looking at the stars all over the sky, feeling lost and bewildered.This bright galaxy looks so peaceful and far away, but at the same time, how many people are hungry and displaced?

Until one day, when he rescued an old family from thieves with his own hands, he suddenly realized: instead of expecting others, he should do his best to join the vast trend that tries to change history.

A group brought together by a thirst for blood and money was not the companion he needed.He disbanded the mercenary group and started the warrior's advanced challenge alone.

All adventurer professions on the West Star Road are divided into four successively increasing ability levels according to Apprentice, Bronze, Silver, and Gold.These four levels can cover 90.00% of adventurers. The reason why it is not [-]% is because on top of it, there is also the Grandmaster level that is the focus of all countries.

At the master level, for a mage, you can call for a thunderstorm alone; for a warrior, you can set up an unbreakable physical defense line against one hundred.

This is the pinnacle of career that millions of people yearn for, but only a few people can get a glimpse of the law of the huge energy in the vast universe after going through hardships.

The hardships that can enlighten the minds of adventurers and give them a first-line opportunity have been circulated several times and after continuous verification and experimentation by people, finally formed the unique "advanced challenges" of each profession.

After completing the advanced challenge, an adventurer can cross the gap between the master level and the gold level, and the total amount of power will increase by leaps and bounds, and a qualitative leap will be achieved.

In the history of the Kista Continent, the last recorded name to complete this challenge is Antheus Medani Vatalis Fiorlando.

In the year 1889 in the old calendar, in this year, in the small town at the foot of the Impassable Mountain Range, Sal once again met the person who held the eyes of the entire continent.

After the Battle of Tarsu, the young archmage disappeared from public view.This is no surprise.Since his youth, Fiorlando has been an existence indifferent to power and away from the hustle and bustle.He represents the top of the mage profession in the Kista continent, just like the figure on the tower in the wind and rain that day, it is so out of reach for small mortals.

He didn't expect to meet him there.

He was wrapped under the hood, and the gray hair slipped out, like a fine brocade, exuding a soft brilliance in the dim candlelight of the tavern.His lips are thin and pale in color, which always makes people feel bad and pale.When looking at the past from a certain angle, his elegant sitting posture made Thrall think of a person irresistibly in his mind.

He shook his head, squeezed out those messy guesses, and walked towards the other party.

"—Excuse me, are you Master Fiorlando?"

Thrall realized that he had made a mistake as soon as he spoke through the crowd.The person who sent the entrusted task left a false name, and the name he said instinctively revealed the secret he was trying to cover up from the very beginning.

The drooping thick eyelashes blinked, raised, and glanced at him.The deep and cold golden pupils made a slight ripple after seeing his ears, but in the next second, they returned to the eternal calm.

"...As you can see, I am a half-dream warrior. If you don't mind, I can escort you to any location in the Impassable Mountain Range."

The mage laughed silently.

In 1890 of the old calendar, Sarnaka Halka presented his great sword, knelt down at the feet of Archmage Fiorlando, and swore allegiance.

"With this body and heart, I will dedicate myself to you. I will never hide anything and never betray you."

He made a promise in a deep voice, and looked into the eyes of the archmage, joyful, intoxicated and firm.

Archmage Fiorlando, himself is the light.He must be able to end this depraved and shattered chaotic world, and create a new beginning for this war-torn continent.

——He finally found the fellow traveler who walked hand in hand and went forward together.

-END-

Small episode:

【Scholar's Weakness】

Many years later, when recalling this past, Fiorlando said: "Actually, I recognized you at the first sight."

The dark-skinned half-dream warrior was stunned.

"It's true." Looking at his lover's unbelievable appearance, the archmage in a good mood laughed out loud, his smile was the same as it was a thousand years ago, "That's the same look, I fell in love with you."

"So, it's really a 'love at first sight' story."

Because he took back all the soul fragments, the Archmage also absorbed some of the temperament and living habits of "other" worlds.The archmage, who was always proud and elegant, raised his legs, winked at Thrall, and then sighed pitifully, "But that schoolmaster who only reads sage books doesn't know, that feeling is called 'falling in'." Love River'."

【another key】

"I still want to know, when did you discover my identity?"

The archmage rested his chin on his hands, watching the apron-clad warriors busy before the fire.

"That time... when I helped you find the platinum key."

"I go!"

"Pfft—" Ron En, who was stealing hot cocoa, spat out his drink.

"Master!" Thrall was almost burned.

"...What happened?" The bewildered archmage was very distressed, and without any hesitation in mana, a complete healing technique was thrown on Thrall's slightly reddened hand.

"...your wording..."

The archmage blinked, confused.

Ron decided to keep his mouth shut.Since Thrall can accept it, well, he is not going to raise objections to his master's excessively "rude" words and deeds.

"It's so early!" The mage, who was no longer obsessed with details, bit his lips, "I thought I had erased all your related memories."

"You don't have to doubt your spell power." Thrall said with a downcast smile, "I really don't remember your appearance and voice, but that time...then..."

He started hesitating, his face full of hesitation.

The archmage stared wide-eyed, with persistent curiosity and exploration on his face.

Sal was cruel, and closed his eyes: "—that was my first kiss."

"so?"

"..." Ron continued to remain silent.

"I have dreamed of being kissed by you for a month... Every time I get close to you, I can't help but notice your lips. It feels...very similar."

"Until later that night, when you kissed me a second time, I knew for sure."

"...I should say that your half-dream race talent... is so amazing..."

The off-line archmage was stunned for a long time, and only had such a thought.

-Complete-

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The Master episode is over!

The following is a bit hasty, please be gentle and hit me to cover my face

Fragmentation kill grammar, I will add a little more content when I think of it

The document is messed up and I also have a headache wow QAQ

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Attached: timetable

In 1874 in the old calendar, Saar met the archmage who traveled through time for the first time at the age of 12.

In 1880 in the old calendar, Sal's 18-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, leaving the valley

In 1881 in the old calendar, Sal was taught orthodox fighting skills and professional skills at the age of 19

In 1882 in the old calendar, Saar advanced to the third level of the silver rank at the age of 20

In 1884 in the old calendar, Saar broke his spine at the age of 22 in the rainforest and was rescued by a mage

In 1886 in the old calendar, Saar formed a mercenary group at the age of 24 and advanced to the gold rank

In 1887 in the old calendar, Thrall entered the Comprehensive Vocational Academy at the age of 25, and met the Archmage Fiorlando of this era for the first time.

In the same year, Tarsu died.Helios becomes king of Breland.

In 1889 in the old calendar, Thrall started the advanced challenge task at the age of 27, and the Impassable Mountains met the Archmage for the second time

In 1890 in the old calendar, Sal signed a contract with the mage at the age of 28

In 1893 in the old calendar, Thrall was 31 years old. He completed the challenge and became a master-level warrior; he signed a contract with the archmage and swore allegiance.