The night was getting darker and darker.
Søren was sitting on a cold rock with a quill in his hand. In front of him was a stone table that was split open with a curved sword. In front of him was a magic scroll. For an adventurer like him, his ability to adapt to the environment was undoubtedly very strong. Whether it was a quiet and comfortable hotel or a deserted cave, he could concentrate on what he should do. Next to him was Princess Anna, who was tilting her head. Her little face looked a little baby fat because she was holding her chin with her hand. She looked quite pretty and cute.
The princess was definitely not skinny.
Søren didn't know how long he had been analyzing the magic model. When he looked up, Princess Anna was a little sleepy, but she still sat next to him and didn't want to disturb him at all. Søren put down the quill in his hand and put the magic scroll aside. He turned around and said, "If you're tired, go to sleep. I have a tent and blanket here. You can spread it out and sleep. "
Søren had three low-level multi-dimensional bags with a lot of things in them.
Without enough wealth to buy a bigger storage item, they could only rely on numbers to win. There was a very popular joke in the past. The specific content didn't need to be said, but it was popularized by the disciples of the Beggar's Sect. For example, Søren was now a 'three-bag disciple' of the Beggar's Sect. In the past, there were some people who had too many belongings but did not have enough money. They were directly ridiculed by everyone as the 'nine-pouch elder' of the Beggar Sect. Sauron had even seen the 'eleven-pouch elder' of the Beggar Sect. That was the real awesome person, with all kinds of low-level multi-dimensional bags hanging on his body.
One couldn't carry too many of these things as it would greatly affect one's combat prowess. After all, the multi-dimensional bag also had weight. Although the weight was reduced by more than 90%, it would definitely be very depressing to carry so many bags in battle. Those who were jokingly called disciples of the Beggar's Sect had trained their own skills to prevent the bags from affecting their fighting. In Søren's memory, there were many disciples of the Beggar's Sect. For a long time, ordinary disciples with two or three bags could be seen everywhere.
As for the nine-bag elders and eleven-bag elders, they were only a few special cases.
When Princess Anna heard him speak, she was obviously more energetic. She couldn't help but stand up and shake her little head, "No need. You're memorizing spells, so you need to concentrate. I can help you keep watch at night. If there's any movement outside, I'll wake you up. "
What an obedient princess.
Søren didn't expect there to be such an obedient princess. He couldn't help but smile. He subconsciously reached out his hand to pat her little head, but then he remembered that she wasn't Vivian, so he just smiled and nodded. "Alright then. If you feel sleepy, go to sleep. I've set up a trap outside. "
Princess Anna nodded gently, her face slightly flushed. She seemed to be in a good mood.
Søren continued analyzing the structure of the spell model.
As he learned more and more spells, he became more proficient in the field of spell models. Many seemingly difficult spells could be solved with some simple steps. That was to learn their prerequisite spells first. For example, Søren was now analyzing Feather Fall, which was a relatively simple levitation spell. The number of Spell Circuits and Spell Nodes was a lot less than Fly. Then there was Levitation, an advanced version of Feather Fall. This spell was a more complex version of Feather Fall. Many of the spell models were the same. The Feather Fall spell model was part of Levitation.
Therefore, if Søren learned Feather Fall first, then learned Levitation, and then studied Fly.
The time spent would be greatly reduced because the previous spell models were already included in the later high-level spells. Learning Feather Fall was equivalent to learning one-third of Levitation, and learning Levitation was equivalent to learning one-fifth of Fly. The small details of the spell model structure would help Søren master more high-level spells. Now he had found a way to learn more high-level spells in the future. He could rely on the prerequisite low-level spells to improve the speed and success rate of mastering them.
The night passed quickly.
When Søren put away the quill, Princess Anna was already a little sleepy. She really didn't sleep all night. She sat next to him in a daze and watched him study the spell models. Occasionally, she would listen to the movements outside. Because she didn't sleep the whole night, her beautiful big eyes had some dark circles. Her Royal Highness definitely didn't stay up all night in the past. With her status, even when she slept, there were maids waiting on her until dawn.
"Sleep for a while."
Søren stood up, reached out and touched her forehead. Then he took out a blanket and spread it on the rock. He whispered, "Close your eyes and sleep for a while. I'll wake you up later to eat."
"Oh … No … No! … "
Princess Anna, who was obviously very sleepy, seemed to want to persist. She whispered, "You didn't sleep all night either. Why don't you sleep for a while, and then I'll sleep when you wake up."
Søren smiled and rubbed her head subconsciously. He said slowly, "This is nothing to me. It's normal to not sleep for ten days or half a month during an adventure. On the contrary, you probably haven't had such an experience before. Take a good rest and recover your energy. We'll probably stay here for another two days. "
Sure enough, Princess Anna did not continue to insist. She lay on the blanket with her petite body and soon fell asleep.
She closed her eyes and breathed evenly. She slept very soundly.
Søren looked at the sleeping girl. She looked very cute and beautiful. He wanted to lean over and kiss her. But he just reached out and flicked the dust on the girl's hair. Then he moved his body and walked out of the cave.
It was so difficult to embark on the road to legend.
If he couldn't withstand a little temptation, Søren wouldn't be the Søren he was today, and he wouldn't be qualified to become a legend who could fight with the gods.
She was able to endure loneliness and resist temptation.
A third or fourth grade professional, if he gave up on tempering his strength and will, could easily become the management of a city, or the leader of a gang. Power, money, and women would be at his fingertips. Being in charge of a part of the underground forces, or becoming a well-dressed aristocrat, marrying a noble lady, hiring and buying three to five pretty maids, and if his taste was a bit heavier, he could even buy beautiful slaves through channels. From then on, it wouldn't be difficult for him to live an extravagant and absurd life.
But the result of doing this was that he would be completely corrupted, and he would no longer have the desire to make progress.
Many professionals didn't fall in the hands of fierce monsters, didn't fall in the harsh living environment. They withstood the test of death and faced countless dangers, but in the end, they were easily corrupted by the pleasure of life.
The reason why legends were legends.
It was because legends were so different!
Why were legendary wizards so powerful? It was because they spent countless days and nights in the boring research of magic! They thought hard in the tower, they looked at the stars in the middle of the night, they pursued the most essential power of the law of the world! They were the richest professionals, and their wealth was more than that of the royal family! As long as they were willing, they could enjoy the most luxurious life!
Since ancient times, there were many intelligent creatures with good talent, but how many people could reach the legendary level in thousands of years?
Power wasn't just power.
It also represented immortality, represented a long life. Were you willing to stand at the top and laugh at the vicissitudes of the world, or were you willing to be reduced to a pile of yellow soil after a hundred years?
The reincarnation of the Styx was just a comfort.
After the soul was reconstructed, it was completely erased, and the power from the 'origin' was used to reconstruct a soul.
There was no such thing as' Dao 'in this world. Perhaps many professionals couldn't understand what' Dao 'was, but they had their own beliefs in their hearts, and this belief was the' Dao 'they were pursuing in their hearts. For example, the ascetic Fist Master, or the Sword Saint that Søren met in the small village, their power could easily bring them power, wealth, and beauty, but they were still strict with themselves and pursued the path of legends!
If there were 'Immortals' in this world, then above the legendary level was' Immortals'!
Only legends could fight against gods.
If you wanted to stand at the top of the world and look down on the world, the tempering of your will was the ladder to the top.
…
Outside the cave.
Søren stood halfway up the mountain and looked into the distance. He could see the vast snow-white land, and there were still mountains in the distance. Many of the sceneries were blocked by the wind and snow. Even though he was only halfway up the mountain, he felt open-minded standing here and looking down. He watched silently for a while, then began to practice spells, trying to master the ability [Spell Control].
He didn't have the blood of the Son of God, nor did he have any amazing talent.
If he wanted to reach the legendary level, he still needed to climb up step by step. He had to fight against many enemies, and in the future, he might have to face the gods who looked down on the world for thousands of years.
Vivian was still waiting for his return, and the Sons of Fear were still killing each other.
The shadow of the gods had shrouded the world!
He hadn't reached the time to rest and enjoy himself yet. It didn't mean that he had no desires, but it was just that he cared so much about some things in his heart.
No one was willing to practice asceticism in the world of ice and snow, and no one was willing to always face life and death battles.
The pain left on the body was pain, and the scars on the body were scars. Fighting on the tip of the sword was never a pleasure, and the approach of death would make any living creature afraid. Søren rarely showed anything, but this didn't mean that he didn't feel pain when he was injured, and he didn't feel uncomfortable when he was bleeding. Pain was always pain, and it would never turn into pleasure. It appeared in your body, engraved in your heart, and branded on your soul.
To make it stronger!
His name was Søren, and he had embarked on the road to becoming a legendary. Injuries were common for him, and bleeding was even more common.
But he hadn't fallen yet, and his will was still as strong as steel!
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(PS: Originally, this chapter was going to be divided into volumes, because it just happened to reach the 150th chapter. But I didn't have time to write a summary recently, so I'll leave it for future volumes, and write a summary of the first volume.)
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