The Magician of Rebirth

Flender floated above the courtyard of the General's Mansion, with a relaxed expression, breathing the fresh air of early spring, and the magic power in his body was circulating, endlessly.The elements of the wind happily passed through every corner of the courtyard and brushed on people's faces, which was extremely refreshing.

'Well, little Fran, that's all for today.If the output of magic power is increased, the plants here will not be able to bear it. The beautiful young man squinted his eyes and reminded Flender leisurely.Compared with a few days ago, his figure is much clearer, almost close to the state before he came to Gaston.

Hearing this, Flender slowly weakened the magic power in his body, landed on the soft lawn bit by bit, and raised the corners of his mouth happily, "Your Majesty, you seem to be recovering well. '

'Well, the floral fragrance of April orchid is very to my liking. '

'April orchid? Flender's eyes fell on the few elegantly colored, inconspicuous little flowers at first glance. 'Sharamon will give me some seeds, Your Majesty, if you like, we can grow some in our garden in the future.I just don't know if this kind of flower is good to grow, and whether it can be planted alive. '

'Ah la, Siyuelan is not easy to raise, you need to be very careful, but little Fran, you are so ingenious, there must be no problem.In our time, April Orchid was very popular. Its aroma can calm the mind and is very helpful for stabilizing the soul.According to legend, they are the flowers of hope designated by Ilari, which bloom in early spring and herald the coming of life. '

'A flower that can stabilize the soul? Flender leaned close to one of the small white flowers, inhaled lightly, and the fresh and elegant fragrance diffused in his nose, "It is indeed the flower chosen by Yilari." '

'Little Fran, you like it too, don't you? 'The Elf King looked expectant.

'kindness. Flender nodded slightly, his eyes soft, his slender fingertips gently slid along the delicate veins on the petals, his skin color was clear, almost the same color as the petals. 'They are cute. '

The familiar breath is mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees, brought by the wind.Flender turned around with a smile, and nodded to the green-eyed general who was watching him behind him.

The vitality floating in the air and the afternoon sun softened his usual cold and hard facial contours. Because of the angle, Charamon lowered his eyes slightly, with a bit of appreciation in his eyes, "You are very suitable for this kind of flower."

Looking at the delicate little flowers trembling slightly in the wind beside him, Flender restrained the urge deep in his heart to protest loudly against the status quo that "Sharamon compares himself with flowers", and politely raised the corners of his mouth, Changing the subject, "General, where did you find the April orchid? This flower seems to be uncommon."

"In the villages around the valley of the hurricane. I traveled there and found that in the villages where this flower was planted, the villagers generally live longer and the elderly are healthier, so I brought some seeds back."

Flender's heart moved slightly, thinking of the legends about the treasures and dangers in the Valley of the Hurricane, he looked at Sharamon with a hint of curiosity, could it be that Saramon was an adventurer like the wind wolf?

'Very likely, little Fran.Didn't the beautiful general lend you a travelogue? ' interjected the Elven King lazily. "The beauty general's swordsmanship is not as standard as that of ordinary soldiers. It is estimated that he has formed his own way in the process of taking risks before receiving formal training in the barracks. '

"Is the practice of magic going well?" Charamon's low voice called Flender's attention back.

"It's okay. But it would be great if there was a bigger and more open space." Flender frowned, showing a distressed expression.The main purpose of his training is to improve his magic level as quickly as possible, but too dense wind elements will undoubtedly cause huge destructive power, so when he is currently training, he is always restrained, careful everywhere, and dare not go all out Shi Wei also asked the Elf King to take on the work of "watching the wind" to prevent himself from being too involved and causing a mess like the room where he recuperated last time.

"You can go to my martial arts arena to practice. I will be there for up to three hours a day, and the rest of the time is up to you." Sharamon took a half-step forward, brushing Flender's right shoulder with his slender fingers. bandage, check the wound recovery.

Flender was slightly taken aback, then withdrew his smile, bowed deeply, and said seriously: "Thank you very much, I will definitely use it carefully."

Powerful swordsmen and mages usually have their own fixed training grounds, but few people are allowed to enter, because the facilities in the grounds are likely to reveal the unique training methods of the masters, and then they can analyze their offensive and defensive abilities. features.The ground of the Wind Wolf Training Ground was dyed with dyes of special materials into squares of different sizes. Whether using forbidden spells or wind blades, the range of each spell casting must be limited to an area of ​​one color.It is this kind of training that allows him to improve the accuracy of spellcasting on the battlefield and avoid accidentally injuring his own soldiers.

Moreover, compared with the warrior's martial arts arena, the magician's training ground generally has stricter protective measures.Once a magician's magic power is out of control, the consequences are often unimaginable.Lending the Martial arts arena to a magician often means taking greater risks.

"According to your plan, don't worry too much." Sharamon looked at Flender's recovered right arm, and nodded with satisfaction, "Just tell me if you need anything else."

Flender glanced at the wrist guard on his right wrist, raised the corners of his lips slightly, his eyes brightened, "I see."

Different from the extravagant performances in the martial arts arena of the academy that Flender had seen, the training ground in Sharamon could be called simple, with only the simplest centralized equipment commonly used in military camps, focusing on training the strength and angle of the swordsman's sword.

Flender took a deep breath, raised the magic power of his body to the peak, and then found with satisfaction that the training for this period of time has been quite fruitful. His own magic power has gradually approached the level of a high-level mage, and there is a faint tendency to advance.

The instantaneous wind blade condensed in the palm of his hand, and Flender quickly entered the state, with a high concentration of energy, and the speed of the wind blade gradually accelerated.The experience of the last battle told him that in the case of a gap in magic power, large-scale magic like a tornado is not a wise choice. Only by concentrating power on one point and using high-density attacks can it be possible to break through the opponent's defense.

Flender recalled the scene of the battle with Paris over and over again, and the wind blade in his hand was constantly changing angles and shooting.But his partner didn't fully cooperate with his plan at all.

"General Beauty treats you a little too much..." The beautiful young man crossed his legs and lay in Flender's mind, dragging his voice in a distorted manner, his face full of vigilance expression.

'Your Majesty, you think too much. Flender reluctantly withdrew his magic power and dispersed the high-speed spinning wind blade in his palm, "Please concentrate a little bit, otherwise our practice will be meaningless." '

'All right. A certain elf stood up sadly, put his hands together, and made a posture of gathering magic power. The next second, a torrent of abundant magic power rushed towards Flender's palm with an unstoppable force, and the wind blade that had just gathered shook slightly. It suddenly dissipated, replaced by countless wind needles scattered in all directions at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

The sudden burst of magical power produced a huge recoil. Flender didn't notice it for a while, his body swayed, he couldn't control his balance, and fell heavily on the ground, but he didn't feel the pain as imagined.

The Elf King swept away the decadent state just now, crossed his arms, and floated in Flender's mind just like the day he fought against Paris.

"Little Fran, this is the maximum magic power that our current synchronization rate can release. The average human wizard can only use up to 70.00% of the magic power in the body in battle, but I ask you to learn to control it [-]%. '

'General Beauty provides the best venue for you. The ground here is made of special and rare materials, which can cushion the impact to the greatest extent and have a strong protective effect on joints and bones.So, I will do my best. '

Flender looked at the Elf King in surprise, and then lightly raised the corner of his mouth as if realizing something.He stood up slowly, stretched out his hand and patted off some gravel stuck to the robe, more wind elements gathered in his palm.

'Your Majesty, let's begin! '

At night, Flender leaned on the bed tiredly and sighed deeply. 'Your Majesty, I'm a little depressed. '

"Huh?" A certain elf cast a slanting glance.

'Originally, I wanted to live my life peacefully and peacefully, but as a result, what I am doing now seems to be farther and farther away from this goal. '

'So, do you regret it?However, if you get out now, it's too late, my dear great-great-grandson should have already set his sights on you. '

'Ah, I don't regret it, I'm just a little depressed. Flender lit up the oil lamp beside him, and the dim light illuminated the time-limited travel journal in his hand, which flickered on and off.

'Besides, even if I could really withdraw now, I would probably... be worried. 'The slender fingers flipped over the yellowed pages, and finally stopped at the page of "Hurricane Valley".

Underneath the simple map are the boyish and hearty handwriting unique to teenagers, which are full of detailed travel routes and preparations for the journey. What is revealed between the lines is the vigor and ambition of young people eager to create miracles.

Flender lowered his eyelashes slightly and smiled silently.

'Forget it, let's work hard now, and I will take care of my life after Paris is dealt with and the mess of the previous life is dealt with. '