Being Blind For Five Years, All My Disciples Became Forbidden Curse Mages

Fang Ping sat up. This was a carriage filled with spoils of war. Other than the spot he was lying on, there were stacks of weapons and equipment behind it. The smell was strong.

After waking up, Fang Ping did not want to stay here any longer. He got up and prepared to go out.

The curtain was lifted and an old man poked his head in. It was a logistics staff, a carriage driver.

"You're awake? Young man, you're very impressive."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"It's noon now. About ten hours. I'm also a Forbidden Spellcaster. I can feel the energy flowing towards you. It's improved a lot, right?"

"It's alright." Fang Ping smiled politely at him and jumped off the carriage.

Behind him, he could still hear his sigh. "Young people these days are really impressive."

Fang Ping's team was not far ahead. Fang Ping ran a few steps to catch up.

Qing Niao walked behind the group and noticed Fang Ping.

"Fang Ping, you're awake."

He took the backpack from Qing Niao. "Did you put me in the carriage?"

"Well, you were in a special state yesterday. Edwin went to look for Miss Elsa and didn't ask you to keep watch. The team is leaving in the morning. I saw that you weren't awake yet, so I put you into the carriage with Andre. By the way, how much did you improve last night?"

Fang Ping was also looking forward to it. He opened his backpack, grabbed the measuring rod, and watched it slowly light up.

2500.

It increased by more than 500 points.

However, to be honest, Fang Ping was a little disappointed.

It was not much. At least, it was not so much that there was a qualitative change. 2000 energy points and 2500 energy points were just one more skill.

Qing Niao was also looking forward to it. "How is it? How much has it increased?"

"500 points."

"Ah? Only… 500. 500 is not bad. You can learn a new skill skill."

Learning a new skill was not bad.

Fang Ping had been keeping the Holy Shock skill for a long time. He could finally learn it. This would also be Fang Ping's first offensive skill.

"I really envy you. That soup we drank will only increase our energy by 20 to 30 points. It will take more than half a month to accumulate 500 points."

"More than half a month? Qing Niao, how much energy can you accumulate every day?"

Qing Niao lowered his head and counted with his fingers. "The cultivation speed of a Class 2 martial artist is about twice as fast as when he was a Class 1. He can accumulate more than 20 a day. With the energy fragments, he can accumulate more than 30. It's hard to say if there's Magical Beast meat, but it might not be available every day."

When Fang Ping heard him say this, he realized that the Charge Characteristic was really strong. His daily increase in energy was close to 100 points, and his speed was three times that of Qing Niao.

"Qing Niao, are the Undead here?"

"No, they're probably afraid. The Nuns and Deacons of the Vatican are the nemesis of the Undead. They won't just throw their lives away."

Throw their lives away? Weren't they already dead?

Fang Ping looked ahead. At the end of the withered grassland was a large patch of green.

The coniferous forest.

When he came, he had passed through a coniferous forest on the main road of the fortress. At that time, he had been looking forward to eating roasted coniferous fruits. Now, Fang Ping was not very interested.

He had seized too many pine cones from the Gem Beast. The taste was similar. He ate them every day until he was sick of them.

Therefore, although the yellow melon was not delicious, he never got tired of it.

Indeed, staple food was irreplaceable.

During the afternoon break, many people came over to ask Fang Ping about the situation.

"Consider joining our South Lake Chamber of Commerce?"

Lisa came over to recruit another round.

"No, I won't think about it for now."

"Hahaha, Lisa, bet you didn't expect someone to refuse to join the South Lake Chamber of Commerce, right?"

Fang Ping took the wine glass from Chen Long. The White Peach Wine was an excellent fruit wine. It was refreshing and fragrant. It tasted soft and did not burn one's throat.

Chen Long poured a cup for Lisa as well. "Recently, Fang Ping's team has been behaving strangely. They're all in pairs. I think it's more important to improve our strength now. Lisa, what do you think?"

Lisa took the glass. "I think? I think it's because no one asked for you."

"Hahaha, let's drink."

Chen Long was quite handsome. He had a good personality and a high status. If he really wanted to date, many girls would be willing.

A thin layer of black robe would not affect anything.

Chen Long said as he drank, "The journey to the Snowy Mountain was a little unexpected. I thought it would be very difficult. I didn't expect that other than the troublesome wild beasts and Undead, there were no Gnomes or Trolls, and we didn't encounter many Magical Beasts."

"It's been quite a peaceful journey."

Fang Ping looked at them. This was called calm?

"When I came to Snowy Mountain in the past, there were Gnomes everywhere. I killed until my hands were tired. There were also many high-level Gnomes. They were hidden among ordinary Gnomes, powerful and cunning. Now, let alone Gnome Professionals, I haven't even seen a single Gnome fur."

Fang Ping recalled the Gnome bandit whom he had picked up during the night watch a few days ago. Teacher Elsa seemed to have said the same thing. The Gnome Tribe had been destroyed by "God."

Hearing Chen Long's words, many people were killed.

"Even the Undead can appear at the foot of the Fog Mountain. Is it rare for the Gnomes to disappear?"

"That's right. It makes sense. Too many strange things have happened recently, and I'm a little used to it. I wouldn't be surprised if I were to say that the Undead and the Elves are allied."

Lisa thought for a moment, then nodded. "It doesn't seem impossible."

"Speaking of the Undead, the Elf City has recently caught many Vampires. They all have concealment potions."

"The Concealment Potion is prohibited. There's no large-scale war now. There must be an Elf in the upper echelons providing it to the Undead."

Fang Ping sat at the side and listened to Chen Long and Lisa chat. He listened quietly and drank.

They are well connected, and they had many sources of information. Fang Ping did not know anything. As he drank and listened, he felt a little sleepy.

"Team, get ready to go."

Elsa's voice sounded.

Chen Long patted Fang Ping's shoulder. "Let's go. I'll look for you for a drink next time."

"Ok."

Fang Ping kept the cup in his bag. Anyway, there was good wine to rub off on him. It was fine as long as he was happy.

"Fang Ping, think about it."

"Ok."

Lisa was gone, too.

Fang Ping carried his backpack on his back, stood up, and used his characteristics in the coniferous forest not far away.

The last time he walked in the coniferous forest, the Goblin Poison Archer was hidden among them. If not for Feng Ling blocking the arrows, he would have almost been shot to death by the hidden arrows.

Now that he was going to enter the coniferous forest again, he had to be more cautious.

"Failure granted by characteristics. Target spirit, not the person."

He threw the characteristics over one by one. Sure enough, there was something waiting inside.

"Miss Elsa, there are ghosts in the coniferous forest!"

The Vatican walked in front, the Lord's Guard on the left, and the Machete City Guards on the right. Fang Ping's team was in the middle, heading toward the coniferous forest.

There were basically no weeds in the coniferous forest. The trees were very tall, and the slender dark green coniferous leaves were layered. One could see the sky, but it was still very dark.

Every tree was a few meters apart. Other than being a little darker, walking was completely unaffected.

The ghost he had just seen was no longer in sight. The forest was quiet, and rustling insects were moving through the dark corners. The temperature here was slightly higher, and there were more traces of life.

Stepping on the soft needles instead of the uneven dirt road, it was very comfortable to walk.

However, Fang Ping was not in the mood.