Another world, I have an elf magician

"No, I really can't."

"Hmph, you loser, work harder and try to achieve today's goal!"

The boss arranged physical training for me, and my coach was Aaron.

Wearing a heavy Moon Dragon armor, I ran around the foot of the mountain, with him behind me constantly urging me to move forward.

He really had a whip in his hand and was motivating me to move forward.

Even though I was wearing a battle armor and my whole body was tightly covered, the whip hit a weak spot like my butt, but it really hurt.

I was so exhausted that I finally finished the last lap and had to undergo sword training from Aaron an hour later.

"You know, Randy, everyone is training to avoid accidentally dying on the way to find the Lord of the Rings. The more strength you practice, the more chance of survival in the future.

stand up! "

I was beaten by Aaron with the wooden sword and screamed repeatedly. I fell to my knees and gasped for air.

After taking off my armor, I had no corresponding defense. Facing a swordsman like him, I had never learned swordsmanship and had no ability to fight back. I could only take a beating.

"Wait a minute. When you were learning swordsmanship, did you get beaten as much as I did?" I asked.

"Of course, I grew up in this kind of failure. Every time I fall, I will be stronger than myself before." Aaron said with a flick of his sleeves.

I reluctantly propped myself up with my wooden sword, "I heard that there are three schools of swordsmanship: strength, speed, and technique. Which one are you going to teach me?"

"I haven't considered this yet. Anyway, I just want you to get used to my moves so that you can learn speed style style with me later." Aaron touched his nose, looking a little guilty.

I begged: "Brother, it's better not to do this kind of desperate practice. You are obviously abusing people. How about we start practicing from the basics!"

"Oh, that makes sense. Then I'll teach you the basic breathing skills and moves." Aaron nodded.

I couldn't help but complain, "Is it because if I didn't say it, you wouldn't do it?"

"Yes." He said confidently.

I felt speechless in my heart and rolled my eyes.

Breathing is easier to learn. It is very different from the breathing technique practiced by magicians. It absorbs the energy in the surrounding air.

Magicians call this magic power, while Douqi masters call it Douqi.

It's just that the way it's stored in the body is different.

After Aaron taught me how to breathe out, he left me with a task.

Drawing and sheathing swords.

It sounds simple, but it is not.

His requirement is that the speed of drawing the sword should be fast, and the speed of sheathing the sword should also be fast.

When I first started, the speed was very slow. When I thought I was proficient, I speeded up the speed of sheathing and drawing the sword. As a result, I accidentally injured my wrist and tiger's mouth.

I put on the wrist guards and gloves of the Moon Dragon Armor, and there was a layer of security, which made me feel more at ease.

Half a year has passed, and I have only focused on practicing these two skills, cultivating fighting spirit, and drawing and sheathing my sword.

On this day, Aaron threw an apple in my direction. Holding the iron sword, I subconsciously drew the sword. The sword was only two-thirds out of the sheath, and the apple was cut into two halves. Then I put the sword away.

"Not bad, keep practicing and strive to reach the 'candle' level as fast as possible."

He nodded at me while eating his apple.

Su Shi-ryu mainly cultivates the word "speed". The faster the sword is drawn, the higher the level.

Aaron said that he knew of a total of five sword speed realms.

They are, "Zhu", which means the speed at which a candle can be extinguished with one sword.

The second state is "rain", which can reach the speed of rain falling.

The third type is called "wind", which means that it can be as fast as the wind.

The fourth type, those who can reach this level, are Zong-level swordsmen, or master-level swordsmen. Their sword speed can be compared to the speed of sound.

It's called "Yin".

The fifth type is very terrifying to talk about and can only be achieved by king-level swordsmen.

The speed of this state is faster than "sound", comparable to light, and is called "chasing light".

Only now do I know why in this world, apart from the King level, the previous levels of magicians have dropped in value so much.

As long as the distance is not too far, an advanced swordsman can have a good fight with a king-level magician.

A clan-level swordsman can kill a king-level magician in an instant.

How terrifying is this?

As for magicians, their level is mainly judged by the strength of the magic they cast and the amount of magic in their bodies.

After the King level is the Saint level. As far as I know, their magic can destroy an entire mountain with one blow.

Another whole year has passed. I have stayed in the palace on the top of the mountain for so long, and I get along very well with everyone.

Freya is not the kind of vampire I imagined, a vampire who needs to absorb human blood to survive.

I often watched him drink tomato juice, even sucking up a whole tomato in front of me.

Mr. Napier likes dancing very much and often dances for fun after dinner. The makeup on his face is never wiped off, whether he is eating or resting. It makes me feel very much like the Joker in Batman.

I heard that he was summoned from another world. He took the initiative to join the boss and received a magic ring.

Compared to Mr. Napier, who is lively and loves to dance, Predator Stark seems unusually silent, often squatting alone in the corner, motionless.

Hattori Gozo seems to be very perverted, and he often flirts with Freya in front of everyone. They have a close relationship and always appear in pairs.

The dwarf Khaki has an independent workshop and concentrates on polishing and forging weapons every day. I was lucky enough to hand over my wand to him and help me repair it for free.

The previous wand was damaged due to various reasons. After some repair and polishing under his hands, not only did the magic it could perform be twice as powerful as the original one, but all traces of damage on the surface disappeared and it became very brand new.

On this day, except for Anna, we were summoned to the living room by the boss and received our first mission.

Further north, there is a trial ground, which seems to be a mixture of a maze and a war ruins. There is news about the Lord of the Rings, and we need a few of us to go there and explore it.

We split up, Aaron and I, and we had to find our own transportation, find a way to get there, and find the Ring.

The northern continent is often accompanied by cold winds, and everything you see is covered with white snow.

We rarely saw any inhabited places in the middle, but we would come across a few corpses on the road from time to time.

Some were buried in the snow, some were hugged together and frozen, and some had their limbs cut off and died miserably outside.

Those are adventurers lost in the snow.

Countless adventurers died in the wild. It was the norm in this world. It was considered very good to have a complete corpse.

I know this very well, and I think that if I complete the task in the future and have the ability, I will try my best to choose a comfortable life and stay away from troubles.

There are many trial grounds in this world, large and small. Some are discovered by humans and will be imprisoned and only open to adventurers at the appropriate time.

I heard that there is a chance of finding treasures and even magic weapons left over from ancient times in the trial grounds.

In the history of mankind, we have never given up exploring these testing grounds.

It includes mazes, primeval forests, ancient ruins, etc. Together, these are collectively called the trial ground.