I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

Nicholas's special training began from that day.

The four of them received the special training as Nicholas asked.

But Nason was the first one who had a problem.

Bang.

On the shooting range, an arrow of pure wind magic power was nailed to a thick trunk.

It was at least three or four meters away from its real target, the large arrow target hanging on the nearby branch.

Thirty meters away, Nason lowered his head and took back magic power.

There were at least forty or fifty arrow holes on the ground, tree trunk, and wall, but there was no arrow target.

"Look, thirty-five meters away, low power, forty times shooting, your best result is only twenty centimeters from the edge of the arrow target."

Nicholas sipped the black tea and looked at Nason's depressed face leisurely.

"The bow of wind elf can shoot arrows that can shatter a city, but it should shoot arrows, not cannonballs."

"Powerful arrows could be shot out by anyone who took the bow, but this was not its real use."

"With the experienced elf holding the bow, within one kilometer, no matter flying to the ground, falling to the ground, no matter shooting from the back or standing upside down, no matter what the dynamic targets were, the elf could aim and shoot in 0. 1 second, and hit the target with every shot."

"As for you, 35 meters, 0 for 40 shots."

"If a treasure was too strong, it would cause the user to be lazy, which was also based on the premise that the user would use the treasure."

Then Nicholas put down the teacup and took a look at Nason's finger which was cut by the bowstring. He shouted, "Keep shooting. I won't stop unless I tell you."

On the other side.

Jo used the knife skillfully.

Her ribs were full of killing intent.

Andrew stepped back in a hurry and escaped.

The icy armor on his chest was immediately cut with a deep notch by the blade.

Flying ice blade.

Magic power started to operate. Andrew used the new magic he had just learned.

More than ten short icy swords were formed around him in an instant. Then he kicked hard like a bowstring pulling his feet and came close to Jo.

These ice swords floated around him against gravity and followed Andrew.

Heaven piercing spear

The ice spear danced wildly in Andrew's hand.

Following Andrew's mind, an ice sword shot at Jo one after another.

But the bodily movement skill of Jo was beyond imagination.

While dodging each thrust of the spear, even the ice sword couldn't touch her at all.

Her bodily movement skill was flexible and changeable. Sometimes she rose, sometimes she bent, sometimes she twisted the spiral, and sometimes she was full of energy.

Under Andrew's disorderly and fierce attack, she was able to fly through a thousand flowers without touching a leaf. At the same time, she seized the opportunity to launch a fatal counterattack against Andrew.

It was he who was attacking, but Andrew felt that the initiative of the battlefield was completely in the hands of Jo.

At last, all the ice swords were used up. Andrew hurriedly wanted to use the Frost.

But at this moment, Jo accurately seized the chance and kicked Andrew's chin.

Andrew's icy mask was broken and he staggered and fell to the ground.

Before Andrew got up, he felt a heavy pressure on his lower body.

With a big stride, Jo rode on Andrew like riding a horse, with her ribs placed into his throat.

"You lost, sir."

His voice was faint with the fragrance of mushroom.

Andrew swallowed.

The bodily movement skill of Jo was so agile.

Although his magic power was almost two times as powerful as hers, he was no match for her in hand-to-hand combat.

"That's it."

Nicholas ordered. Jo sat up straight with her ribs removed.

Her whole body was pressed under Andrew's body by a piece of soft meat between her underwear.

The wonderful touch made Andrew's lower body react.

Jo sensed that something was bulging under Andrew's body, pushing against her body.

She blushed and quickly stood up. She glanced at him and was too embarrassed to say anything.

Andrew gave her an apologetic look.

The two of them had a tacit understanding of this embarrassment.

Nicholas stepped forward and said, "Andrew, your biggest weakness is that you move too much."

"You can defeat the fiend whose magic power is two or three times more powerful than you and the ordinary students."

"However, Jo was a mage of the assassination department, and also the strongest genius of the last session. She studied how to kill faster and more accurately all her life."

"She was not good at dealing with the fiend, but no one in the school could defeat her."

"Do you know why?"

Andrew shook his head.

His magic power was two times more powerful than hers, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hit her in the battle. Every time she attacked, he would be exhausted to deal with it.

Andrew had a good foundation.

On the contrary, Andrew's foundation was much better than that of ordinary students.

Now magic power was 380.

Andrew was confident that he wouldn't lose to the students within the magic power 450.

Nicholas said, "The biggest feature of the assassination of the mage is the special way to fight against people, which has nothing to do with a solid foundation."

"Assassinating mages, to kill people more effectively, they gave up the training of fighting against the fiend."

"Therefore, at the same level, the assassination of mages in a battle could completely defeat other mages, which was restraint and specialty."

"Then what does it have to do with my training?" Andrew asked.

Nicholas said, "That's the question of universal use."

"You might think that it's better to specialize in one kind of magic than to know one hundred kinds of magic, right?"

"This was a very correct idea, but it was not the case in the world of the mage."

"You have to have it both ways, which means you have to be specialized and know a lot."

"In addition to the four schools competition, even if you leave the school in the future, someone will covet you and send assassin mages to kill you."

"But it was definitely impossible to be specialized in a magic to deal with assassinate mages."

"Assassinating mages often had more than one way to kill people. If you specialized in a kind of magic, as long as assassinating mages found a way to restrain this magic, you would be helpless."

"On the contrary, if you can use a lot of magic, you have countless tactics to counterattack when fighting with assassinating mages."

"Although it was impossible for him to win assassinate mages, at least you had the power to fight back."

"I see."

Nicholas's words made Andrew understand.

No matter how strong or potential you were, you had to survive.

Even if you defeated the fiend, you couldn't prevent someone from assassinating you.

Specialized in a kind of magic, the enemy only needed to target your specialized magic and use tactics to limit it, then you would lose the ability to resist.

On the contrary, if you could use a lot of magic, even if you were not proficient in it, you could use it flexibly in the battle, creating difficulties for assassinating mages, and thus getting the opportunity to win the battle.

In short, when you were specialized in one magic, you couldn't be good at other magic, the more magic you could use, the more life-saving means you had when fighting with assassinating mages.

And the most important part of the four schools competition was fighting with people.

The most typical case was that although Andrew didn't use the ice sword well just now, it did cause a lot of trouble to Jo.

Otherwise, Andrew would have been defeated.

"Have a rest today. Go to meditation to teach Taylor after dinner." Nicholas scolded him harshly, turned around, and left.

That evening.

After class.

But Andrew and the other three were still in the school practice.

During the 28 days, the four of them had to follow Nicholas' arrangement.

Although it was strict, Andrew was happy with it.

The tougher it got, the happier Andrew would be as long as he could improve his strength.

At night.

Nason was still practicing shooting arrows. His fingertips were covered with wounds, and many of them were so deep that their bones could be seen.

Jo was in sickbed intravenous drip.

Her wounds hadn't healed yet, so she had to get nutrient fluid through intravenous infusion every day.

In the meditation room, Andrew and Taylor huddled together.

The meditation room, big enough for one, became crowded with two people.

However, to improve Taylor's magic power, Nicholas appointed Andrew, the highest in magic power, to meditate with her.

So it was necessary.

Taylor sat on a cattail hassock with her back against the wall.

Andrew squatted with his back against the door.

Although the two had tried to keep a distance subconsciously.

Even so, their breaths were exceptionally clear in the quiet meditation room.

They could even hear each other's heartbeat when they listened carefully.

The most important thing was that this situation might happen 28 times in a row in the future.

"An... Andrew." Taylor's face was as red as a tomato.

"What's wrong?" Andrew tried his best to keep calm.

But Taylor's hot breath made him unable to calm down.

"How about I meditate alone? I'll tell Director Nicholas that you've helped me."

"Then he finds out the truth in a few days."

Andrew sighed helplessly, "But the meditation room is so narrow. There is no double room in the school."

"It was indeed a little tired."

Taylor bit her lips hard and said, "I'm sorry to drag you down again."

Andrew looked at her guilty face and felt helpless.

Although it was her fault, Andrew didn't want her to be tortured mentally all the time.

Just then, an idea came to Taylor's mind.

"Andrew."

"What's wrong?"

"How about I sit on you? It won't be crowded."

"What?"