Night fell. The White River Valley was silent.
The moonlight shone on the small forest beside the castle.
Two figures were moving at high speed!
"Faster!"
"Faster!"
A stern voice kept shouting.
Ma Wen mustered all his strength and sprinted forward. However, a steep stone wall appeared before him!
He had reached the end of the forest!
If he sped up any further, he would not be able to stop. There would only be one result. He would crash into the stone wall and be gravely injured!
That was what he thought.
But Constantine was still roaring in front of him, "Faster! You piece of trash! "
During training, this amiable-looking middle-aged man would suddenly become unusually stern.
Ma Wen gritted his teeth. He ignored everything else and forced himself to increase his speed!
Burst!
In the blink of an eye, Constantine's figure had already crashed into the mountain wall!
In an instant, his body went through an extremely twisted transformation, and he actually stepped on the mountain wall with one foot.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! He had forcibly climbed up the mountain wall that was tens of meters high!
Ma Wen's scalp went numb. He did not have such an ability.
He could only use Wall Vaulting! However, Wall Vaulting could only cover about one-fifth of the distance.
Moreover, under such high acceleration, he wasn't sure if his leaping over roofs and vaulting over walls would have any effect.
Or, more likely, when he took his first step, the bone in his foot was broken.
The stone wall was right in front of him.
Constantine roared, "Follow the technique I just taught you!"
Ma Wen's mind instantly recalled the techniques Constantine had just taught him.
He didn't have a photographic memory to begin with, but at this moment, his mind suddenly smoothly recalled the middle-aged uncle's strange movements.
Unexpectedly, his body also began to involuntarily imitate that set of movements.
In the next second, the mountain wall appeared before him.
His figure paused slightly. Unexpectedly, in an extremely contorted posture, he began to run along the vertical mountain wall in an unbridled and fast manner!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! In the blink of an eye, he was beside Constantine.
A gust of wind blew and Ma Wen nearly stumbled and fell!
"Your body is too weak! I need to train! "
The sturdy middle-aged man supported Ma Wen. He was a little dissatisfied with Ma Wen's relatively weak body.
Ma Wen wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
"[Demon Restraining Footwork] is very complicated. It includes a series of techniques, but your comprehension is not bad. That technique just now is an ability that you should be able to use freely when facing obstacles."
"If you want to improve quickly, there's no other way but to practice hard."
Constantine patted Ma Wen's shoulder and changed the topic. "But I'm very surprised that you learned it so quickly."
Ma Wen smiled bitterly and nodded.
On his data panel, there was a new personal skill — [Demon Restraint Footwork 36].
He had finally learned something. He let out a long breath.
…
With five more legendaries in his territory, Ma Wen would definitely not waste his resources. Since no one had anything to do, Ma Wen decided to learn a thing or two from them.
Shadow Thief Owl was one of them. Ever since he threw a paper-folding spell at Ma Wen and was thrown off the mountain by Hathaway, Ma Wen had not seen him again.
Hathaway immediately eliminated him. She was a Ranger and a Warlock. Even if she wanted to teach her some spells, she would not be able to learn them. However, she had taken a liking to Vigny these days and had been carefully guiding Vigny. This made Ma Wen very happy.
This was because Hathaway's direction was not to teach Vigny how to ask for help from the Universal Magic Pool, but to open up a new path for her to create her own spells.
As a Heavenly Awakened, she had seen more than others. Under her guidance, Vigny's wizard level had dropped, but her future development potential was very terrifying.
In addition, the legendary warrior monk, Inheim, was a good learning partner. It was a pity that this master did not talk much. When they met, he only nodded at Ma Wen and said little.
Ma Wen knew that his attention was all on the Shadow Prince.
This was a very serious guy. His opponent was also very powerful. He was risking his life to fight the Shadow Prince.
He could not disturb Inheim at this time.
Endless Ocean was a woman, and Ma Wen was not familiar with her at all, so it was not good to get close to her.
As for the old blacksmith Sean, as Ma Wen's referral, after he recommended Ma Wen to the Nightwalker, he did not teach Ma Wen any skills. This guy had a very strange temperament, and Ma Wen could not figure him out. Ever since he came to the castle, he ate and drank every day, completely indifferent. Ma Wen did not count on him.
The only reliable one left was the legendary Nightwalker, Constantine.
This legend was in his prime, and he was a strong man who could fight the Crimson Patriarch head-on. Ma Wen prepared a speech, hoping to learn some powerful skills from this guy.
He did not expect that when Ma Wen made the request, he immediately agreed.
This made a lot of the speech that Ma Wen had prepared before useless.
…
Constantine's nickname was the Demon Hunter, which was a very famous name. Most of the adventurers in the South had heard of his name.
It was said that the vampires he had killed with his own hands could fill a small church. The evil spirits that appeared at night and the undead creatures summoned by the desecrators were particularly afraid of this name.
Few people knew that Constantine was a Nightwalker. After all, this profession was very rare. But his strength was deeply rooted in people's hearts.
In the South, he was a Demon Hunter that appeared at night. Too many monsters had died in his hands.
Among them, the most important was his super fast speed.
The Demon Hunter Footwork was a nocturnal skill that he had created himself. Combined with the unique advantage of a Nightwalker at night, the effect it could exert was unimaginable.
Ma Wen had barely mastered this ability after a full two days of training.
Even so, his feet were trembling as he stood beside Constantine.
Although the ingenuity of the Demon Hunter Footwork had reduced a lot of head-on collisions, he really could not do many movements without the support of a strong physique.
"Looks like I have to find time to temper my physique."
Ma Wen gritted his teeth and made up his mind as he descended the mountain with Constantine's help.
For a moment, countless locations and secret techniques appeared in his mind.
After the incident with the Crimson Patriarch and the Shadow Prince was over, the improvement of his physique must be put on the agenda.
…
Inside the castle, the blacksmith workshop.
The stove rattled, and the sound of clattering could be heard continuously.
Endless Ocean stood outside the blacksmith workshop and quietly watched the old blacksmith process the [Fearless Suit] in his hands.
"Lord Sean, isn't it better for young people to do some things themselves?"
Endless Ocean said in a low voice.
Sparks flew everywhere.
The brand on the [Fearless Suit] gradually disappeared under the dissolution of a drop of [Shadowless Water].
"Young people have more important things to do."
Old Sean muttered and took a sip of liquor, "Although I have taught him this [Smelting] secret technique, and the reason why he dared to bring the suit back is mostly because of this, I don't think he has the strength to smelt the brand on it himself after learning Constantine's footwork."
"Anyway, I have nothing to do. It doesn't matter if I help him smelt it."
"This is a very good set of equipment, suitable for hunting dragons."
At this point, the old blacksmith's eyes were a little misty.
The Endless Ocean lowered its eyelids.
"I still remember the way you looked when you saved my parents from the Black Dragon Engwa."
"That night, lava and flames destroyed our home. It was you who stood up and faced the evil dragon."
"After that war, you lost all hope of becoming a legend. I don't think I'll ever be able to repay this favor. "
The old blacksmith shook his head disapprovingly, "Isn't it the right choice to leave hope to young people?"
"One day, you will do the same."
"There are some things we can't do, but we won't despair because we still have successors."
"The reason why humans always have hope is because you and I both know that no matter how bad the situation we face, there will always be outstanding young people to stand up and protect the world."
"This is the motto of the Night Lord, the eternal truth."
Clang!
With the last hammer strike, the last trace of the brand disappeared without a trace.
…
Endless Ocean nodded. Her deep eyes looked directly through the castle and down the mountain.
On a big tree beside the White River, a figure was hanging upside down on a branch.
Shadow Thief Owl.
He was looking at the moon.
There wasn't such a round moon in the north, but he hadn't returned to the north for many years.
This place felt strange, familiar, and a little boring.
Protect the world?
Owl wasn't interested in such things at all. Perhaps he had such thoughts when he was young.
Now, he just wanted to find some excitement because he had lived for too long and was too bored.
Whether it was the Shadow Prince or the Crimson Patriarch, they all sounded exciting.
Thinking of this, he looked at the sky again.
The moon was even rounder.
…
Inside a farmhouse, it was completely empty.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, feeling the pulse of the earth.
The legendary monk, Inheim.
He closed his eyes, but the whole world was open to him.
He could hear everything and feel everything.
In this deathly silent village, he was the only one who could sense the slightest clue.
"Little tricks of the Shadow Thief."
Inheim thought disdainfully. But for the sake of the big picture, he put down his arrogance.
As a matter of fact, from the day he put on the Void Boots, he had given up all his pride.
He only had one goal, and that was to crush the enemy.
…
At the top of the mountain, Hathaway was still wearing a red robe, standing alone.
But no one could see her.
She used the legendary invisibility spell.
Her eyes covered the entire White River Valley, and she was able to easily perceive every single movement in the wind and every blade of grass.
"He's here," she said.
…
Late at night.
A man in a long robe came slowly from the official road.
He had a smile on his face, his eyes focused on the castle.
He could feel that the 11 golden bulls were in the castle.
"How dare you steal from me? You sure have guts …"
He smiled and walked into the village at the foot of the mountain.
…
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