Child, by the time you see this, you will already be an outstanding second-level sorcerer. I don't know what kind of hardships you have experienced in the mountains, but you should also find that you are actually stronger than you think. I can slowly tell you all my experience of practicing magic. But I have only explored so much about the secrets of the gods, and the rest is just speculation.
Awakening the power of two sides, practicing body arts and magic at the same time according to a specific procedure is actually more difficult than practicing one of them alone. But according to Bair's message, I want you to take this difficult path. As a second-level sorcerer, if you can't meet the test of faith, I suggest you practice body arts of the second level while learning all kinds of low-level magic.
If you reach the peak of the second level and the test of magic comes immediately, then my speculation is correct.
In the various cities on the continent, you can't reveal your identity as a sorcerer, but being a warrior is a good cover. If you accidentally reveal your identity, you may be able to pretend to be a distant mage, but in a country of different gods, it can be dangerous.
In the forest, you don't have to be afraid of the cavemen, but their arrows may be poisoned. Using magic in front of them was a good way to intimidate them, especially fire magic. Most cavemen worshiped fire. You may meet a tribe of cavemen, and if you are smart, you may be regarded as a god. It all depends on your luck.
Although you can't easily reveal your secrets, you can teach this method to others. Those who are worthy of your trust or use, you can learn from them. You may think it is not right to do this, but I am sorry, I am doing the same to you. It is better than being muddle-headed in the world of mortals for the rest of your life. Even if you can't become a god, at least you can see the light beyond the sky.
Keep going. When you pass through three layers of clouds and find a place where you can stay, I don't know when you can pass the test of faith. But from now on, pay attention to the weather around you and the sky in the east. When the disaster comes, you will see my next message.
That was the end of Crazy 'Ole's first message. He did not teach Amon the details of cultivation, but just talked about what he needed to pay attention to. What made Amon very uneasy was that he once again mentioned a disaster, and the next message could only be seen after the disaster. What kind of disaster would it be?
Since Amon couldn't figure it out, he didn't think too much about it. He settled his mind and continued to do what he had to do. The next day, Amon carried Schrödinger on his back and continued to climb higher. The towering peak seemed to be right in front of them, but it was still quite far away. Amon walked for another day. If he remembered correctly, he had already passed through two layers of clouds that surrounded the mountainside.
Why did Crazy 'Ole ask him to run so high? This path was guided by Schrödinger, but for the past few days, the cat had been sleeping soundly in the leather bag. It did not seem to care where Amon went or how fast he walked. If it really wanted to lead the way, was it not afraid that Amon would go the wrong way? In such a complicated mountainous terrain, a slight mistake would result in a world of difference in the final destination.
Just as Amon was thinking about this, Schrödinger, who was snoring loudly, suddenly jumped out of the bag and slipped into the bushes beside the road. It ran faster than a rabbit and disappeared in a flash. It was too late for Amon to pull out his sword to clear the way. In a moment of desperation, he jumped over a bush and summoned a gust of wind to help him stabilize himself. He quickly chased after the cat in the direction where it disappeared.
Carrying a heavy iron branch, he jumped so high and so far in an instant, and landed so steadily. Amon did not realize that his physical cultivation was quite good.
There was no trace of the cat in front of him, but Amon saw footprints left by leather boots again, and they were the same old boots that were almost worn out. Then he heard movement in the distance. He ran in the direction of the sound, went around a ridge, and saw Schrödinger looking forward from under a big tree. From the valley came the roar of a beast and the shout of a man.
Not only was the cat willing to walk on its own, but it had also learned to watch!
Amon walked up to Schrödinger and looked forward. He could not help but be shocked. In front of him was a horseshoe-shaped valley, with a pool half-surrounded by steep cliffs on three sides. A man was standing on the slope of the cliff, waving a long sword, and was being attacked by several huge Ironbacks.
Amon had seen Ironbacks before. They were covered with scale-like cuticle, which was very hard, like iron armor. They were omnivores. They ate termites in the jungle, fish and shrimp in the mud, and often swallowed iron-rich silt to help with digestion. Sometimes they also caught some small animals. In the feces of the Ironbacks, it was possible to find the best fine iron sand.
The average adult Ironbacks were only more than three feet long, and although they were strong, they were not too terrible. But the Ironbacks that were attacking the man now were ten feet long, and Amon did not know what kind of mutation they were. Amon sucked in a breath of cold air as soon as he saw it. It was the first time he had seen a beast that could use a similar instinct to magic.
The shell of the Ironbacks was hard, but their movements were not flexible enough, and it was generally impossible for them to climb steep mountain walls. The young man who was being besieged seemed to know this too. He may have alarmed a few giant mutated Ironbacks at the edge of the pool, then climbed halfway up the mountain wall in an attempt to avoid them. Unexpectedly, those Ironbacks also climbed up.
Amon sensed a fluctuation of elemental power. The huge Ironbacks could actually use a natural skill similar to earth elemental magic to attach their bodies to the rocks, making them heavier and more powerful. And they were also far more flexible than the average Ironbacks. Their sharp teeth and claws were deadly weapons, and the sweep of their long tails actually carried a strange power.
This power made people nearby feel a sense of oppression, feel their bodies become heavy, and their movements become slow. If they were not careful and dodged slowly, they might be swept by the long iron whip-like tail and broken bones. Although Amon had not yet begun to practice earth elemental magic, he had already memorized the relevant incantations and the various characteristics of the power used, and understood the mystery at a glance.
The man who was fighting the Ironbacks was also very skilled. He waved a long sword so that the wind and rain could not penetrate it, and there was a faint misty halo around it. Being able to stimulate the power of the bloodline through the weapon meant that he was already an advanced warrior. Although the shell of the mutated Ironbacks was extremely hard and not afraid of ordinary swords, they were very afraid of the faint mist on the man's sword, especially the eyes and the weak white skin under the abdomen. They did not dare to directly face the edge of the sword.
When the Ironbacks attacked, they needed to raise their bodies, open their fangs, and raise their claws, so the softer skin below the neck would be exposed. The man was attacking this point, so he could fight evenly with the three Ironbacks surrounding him. When Amon arrived, the battle was at its fiercest, but he could see at a glance that the man was in danger.
These mutated Ironbacks seemed to be very smart, and even had simple intelligence. They knew how to cooperate to besiege. Three were in the front to attract attention, and one quietly made a sneak attack from the rear.
There were three Ironback Beasts besieging the man on both sides and below, completely entangling him, while another Ironback Beast had quietly climbed to the top of the cliff, silently raising its long iron tail on a protruding rock. Even if the man looked up, his line of sight was blocked by the protruding rock above, and he could not see anything. This long tail fell with heavy force and would sweep directly onto his head. The man who was surrounded on three sides could not escape in any way.
It was too late for someone to warn him, but at this moment, an unexpected situation happened. The Ironback high up raised its tail and took a step forward, grasping the rock and was about to exert force, but suddenly its foot slipped and half of its body fell down. The edge of the rock was inexplicably covered with a layer of ice, which was not only unusually slippery but also bitterly cold, which was the most unbearable feeling for reptile beasts.
The mutant Ironbacks could use an instinct similar to earth elemental magic, and as soon as its body stopped, the layer of ice broke. But the broken ice immediately turned into a sharp ice crystal, piercing the soft skin under its chest and abdomen. Although it did not pierce through, the pain was unbearable for a moment. The Ironback wanted to shrink back and stand firm again, but a gust of wind rolled up on the rock, swirling around its raised long tail and swinging it hard to one side.
The long tail of the Ironback was an important organ to maintain the balance of the body. A series of exquisite magic dealt with the behemoth standing on a narrow rock, and it finally could not maintain its balance and fell from the rock. Coincidentally, it happened to fall on another Ironback on the left below, and the two Ironbacks rolled together into the pool at the foot of the mountain, their hard shells hitting the rock making a lot of noise and stirring up huge waves in the pool.
The man who was fighting fiercely was startled by this sudden change, and was almost scratched by the sharp claws of the behemoth on the right. A gust of wind condensed into a sharp wind blade in mid-air and cut the claws of the Ironback. A layer of yellow and black light appeared on the surface of the sharp claws, and not even a mark was left on the claws. How hard!
Taking advantage of this delay, the man had already jumped to the left with a shout, stood firm, and slashed at the Ironback in the middle with his sword. The haze of light on the sword was thicker than ever, almost condensing into a shiny sheath. This sword was much more powerful than the wind blade condensed by Amon. The Ironback that was pouncing up could not avoid it and stretched out its front claws to block, but one of its claws was cut off abruptly, and it let out a deafening roar of pain.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the two Ironbacks actually rolled down the mountain wall and fell into the pool, and did not show their heads for a long time.
Even a fool would know that a mage had just saved him. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Amon who had already walked out of the bushes. He hurriedly knelt on one knee with his sword in hand and saluted, "I didn't expect to meet a noble mage here. My name is Medanzo, a fourth-level warrior. Thank you for saving my life."
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