"Let's stop here for today."
The Demon King stretched and said.
"I'll practice a bit more."
Reina seemed very unwilling.
"Today is enough. Don't think about reaching the heavens in a single step. Everything needs to be accumulated. Go back and take a hot bath. Tomorrow's training will be even harder."
The Demon King continued.
"Okay …"
Seeing that she was still listless, the Demon King patted her head and said: "For the next training, let's see who gets home the fastest. The slowest one will be responsible for washing the dishes!"
"Okay!"
As soon as Reina heard about training, she stood up and ran.
Seeing her figure, the Demon King couldn't help but smile and teleport back.
…
"Brave! Master! I'm ready. "
Reina was wearing sportswear and jogged on the spot as she spoke.
"Okay, very good. You have to practice your steps this morning."
The Demon King said, only to see that there were several ten-twenty centimeter tall wooden stakes on the ground.
"Master!"
Reina raised her hand and shouted.
"Speak!"
"Aren't you going to practice magic today?"
"Yes! But you don't need to practice for too long. You can take out two or three hours to practice every day. Now that you've recovered some strength, you can practice your movement techniques. "
The Demon King said, taking out a black board from somewhere and using a white stone to draw a few small figures on it.
"Generally speaking, movement techniques are as important as breathing. Not only can it create illusions to confuse the enemy, it can also help you avoid attacks. The most important thing is the rhythm of battle. Everyone has their own unique rhythm. Using movement techniques to force the enemy to follow your own rhythm can provide you with a lot of advantages in battle. Do you understand?"
"Understood!"
Reina shouted in confusion.
Of course, this was also within the Demon King's expectations. This was just like how parents and elders would tell us a bunch of great principles when we were young. In the end, we would still learn the great principles through painful lessons and pass them on to our future generations, hoping that they would not repeat the same mistakes. It was the same principle.
"Alright, take a look first. This is the footwork commonly used by warriors. What you need to learn is not just one footwork, but many. You need to train yourself to be able to instantly adapt to the opponent's rhythm, and then gradually turn the tables." As he spoke, the Demon King stepped onto the wooden stake. His figure was steady as he stepped on the center of the wooden stake step by step. His entire person gave off a feeling of being as steady as a boulder.
Reina watched with her eyes wide open, afraid that she would miss any details.
However, the Demon King's movements were too fast. She couldn't remember so much, which was also within the Demon King's expectations.
"This is a swordsman."
His speed increased. His figure was sometimes like a gust of wind, sometimes like a tortoise. There was no pattern to his movements.
"Magician."
The mage's footsteps were somewhat ethereal, a bit like a ghost without a physical body.
…
The Demon King demonstrated it once, and Reina's scalp went numb. Not to mention memorizing it all, she thought she saw the Demon King had several legs just now, but she couldn't see them clearly at all.
"Master … I-I didn't see it clearly. Can you demonstrate it again?"
Reina asked pitifully.
"No, that's just for you to see. What you're practicing now is the basics. Use the Three in One Steps, three light steps, and one heavy step."
With that, the Demon King walked once. It was just three steps, but suddenly, he stomped heavily on the last step.
At least, that was what Reina thought.
"Hmm …"
Linnai imitated his movements, but in reality, the difference between the two of them was too great. She was like a little girl jumping on a rope, jumping up and down.
The Demon King's expression darkened. He thought to himself, This is going to be a lesson.
…
"Hey! Why are you spacing out? I'm asking you a question. "The elf Dodoro grabbed the Demon King's avatar by the collar and pushed him against the wall.
"Huh? What? I was spacing out for a while. "The Demon King smiled.
"I'm asking you what this is!"
Dodoro asked while holding a metal bracelet.
"This? It's a watch. "The Demon King explained.
"What watch? What's it for? Tell me the truth. I'm not as nice as Oro." She glared at the Demon King with her emerald eyes.
"Well, it's just a little gadget for recording time. Look at the several hour hands on it. I named them the hour hand, minute hand, and second hand. Now it's, uh, turn your hand over. Yes, it's 10: 10. There are still two hours until noon, which is also the time for lunch."
The Demon King said.
"I know what 'noon' means. What else do you have other than time?" Dodoro asked.
"That's all."
Dodoro looked at him suspiciously. He didn't want to lie, but the elf didn't look like he was lying. However, the bracelet was exquisitely made. It was silver-white and had a faint green pattern on it. It could even change its size according to the owner's wrist.
"I'll keep it for you just in case. I'll give it back to you when you're ready to leave." Dodoro let go of Dodoro's hand, turned around, and put the bracelet on her wrist.
Of course, her little trick didn't escape the Demon King's eyes.
"Since you like it, I'll give it to you." The Demon King said generously.
"Of course not! I don't want it! "Dodoro hurriedly explained." Don't say anything without my permission. "
"Okay." The Demon King obeyed.
"By the way, why are elves teaming up with humans? Are you a half-elf?"
The Demon King asked curiously.
"Shut up! I'm a pure-blooded elf!" Dodoro shouted. She was sitting on a fallen tree trunk. Her job right now was to keep an eye on the surroundings and prevent monsters from ambushing them.
Also, keep an eye on this annoying guy.
The Demon King looked at the Archmage in the distance. She was drawing a magic circle next to the well in the middle of the forest.
"Are you looking for something?"
"Shut up! Or you'll have two more holes in your body! "
"By the way, do you know magic?"
"I think it's better to sew your mouth shut."
"…"
"What kind of magic do elves have?"
"Ahhh! Will you die if you don't talk? "
Oro smiled as he looked at his companion who was going crazy.
He came here yesterday as well. She asked him a lot of questions. At first, it was fine since they could talk for a while. However, she was very curious and wanted to know everything. She asked about culture, magic, swordsmanship, technology, and so on and so forth.
"Hey! What are you waiting for? Give me the stone! "Lilith suddenly said.
"Okay!"
Oro quickly took out a chalk-like stone from his pouch and gave it to her.
Lilith's forehead was covered in sweat. She was going to carve a powerful fire spell that could break the seal. She spent the whole morning preparing for it.
"Will this really work? If it's that simple, the Demon King's Army wouldn't have left it intact," Greer, who was sitting on the side, said.
"You won't know if you don't try. If you have time to gossip, why don't you go help Dodoro?" Lilith said unhappily.
Grier shrugged and said, "Her elf is enough. Besides, I don't like that person. He gives me a bad feeling."
"He's too annoying," Oro interjected.
"That's not it, Oro. It's my instinct as a swordsman. He's not as simple as we think." Greer glanced at the Demon King in the distance, then continued, "Believe it, we risked our lives to come to this damned place, but he actually came here empty-handed. I think there's a problem."
"Maybe he's a spy from the empire. He's afraid that we'll take the God's Tear for ourselves."
Lilith finished carving the last rune. She took a deep breath and stood up. She looked at the sun in the sky.
"Now we just have to wait until noon."
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