Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 154 Battle Master

Heine asked: "How did the warriors of your time fight?"

"A warrior from my time?"

Saberia was stunned for a few seconds.

"Are there no warriors now? Not even in the McCalla Mountains?"

"Lord Saberia, it's like this..."

Linumu explained quickly.

After listening, Saberia showed an expression that was hard to describe.

Shock, emotion, ridicule, and regret.

"In my time, few people chose to become a warrior because that path was too difficult."

Saberia said slowly:

“If the mage is the master of all spellcasting techniques, then the warrior is the master of all combat techniques.

"Any non-spellcasting professional will train at one-third or even one-fourth the intensity of the warrior standard from the probationary period to the fifth level.

"In other words, the amount of training for warriors in the basic period is at least three times that of other professions. The warriors under Archduke McCalla are even more ruthless. It is said that the training amount is six times or even seven times."

"What are they practicing?" Heine couldn't help but ask.

Saberia: "Let your flesh and blood adapt to the energy characteristics. After all, that is their only 'weapon'.

“Generally speaking, newcomers will choose the three elements of wind, earth and fire as their entry point.

“Wind represents speed, earth represents strength, and fire represents emotional control, and there is not much conflict between the three.

“Warriors who have higher demands on themselves will choose a pair of opposite elements, such as water and fire, holy light and shadow.

“This is certainly more difficult, but the foundation laid is also more solid.

“Adaptation to energy represents control and corresponding resistance. Therefore, what warriors pursue is to maintain the top combat effectiveness in any extreme situation and face any opponent.

“They have to learn to both harness these energies and resist them.”

Is he really a warrior with all attributes?

Heine was shocked.

He had a vague realization.

That is to say, warriors and mages are actually the same path.

It’s just that the masters found a standardized process and even industrialized it.

But the warrior obviously didn't, so it has declined to this day.

"What about other professions? What will happen after level five?" he asked.

"After level five..."

Saberia sighed.

“After level five, a warrior is still a warrior, and adaptive training is something that takes a lifetime, so I say this road is too hard.

“Because of the suffering, there is a shortcut.

“Just fully embrace a certain energy, such as wind, earth, light and shadow.

“As long as you offer your faith, you will be liberated.

"Once you let it infiltrate your soul, your adaptability will be greatly improved, and it will grow with the strength of your soul.

“Before level five, a wind hunter can only control the light wind to assist him, but after level five, he becomes part of the wind.

"He can hear the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy of the wind, whether it is roaring or whispering, whether it is tender or irritable...so he can focus more on fighting, without having to worry about manipulating energy, and can even affect the environment."

He looked at Linumu, who looked solemn.

"You must have heard the sound of grass and trees, right?"

The wood elf nodded: "Yes, I can hear their voices."

"Oh, it looks like you're not tired of it yet."

Sabelia twitched her lips:

“That’s it, you can’t refuse, you can’t stop, from the initial joy to the final torture, as you get stronger and stronger, these voices become clearer, more numerous, and noisier, until death frees you. Maybe that’s the price of taking shortcuts.”

Tuba couldn't help but refute: "Mother of the Earth did not ask for my soul, but I can still hear her voice. Isn't this an answer to prayer? How can it be torture?"

"Are you the totem master of Yingxian Mountain?" Saberia looked at him.

"Yes."

"Have you ever felt the difference between the McCalla Mountains and the Eagle's Claw Mountains?"

Tuba was silent for a moment.

"It seems you feel it too, because you don't belong here yet."

Saberia replied: "But this reason is my guess. Barry said that in the north he could feel a kind of anger and fanaticism that did not belong to him, but here his soul was quiet. This is the same reason.

“When a person who immerses his soul in energy dies, something will be left behind in the energy, like a dead fish dissolved in water.

“As time goes by and there are more and more people, the water quality will always change, and this change will assimilate other fish living in the water.

“But it’s different here. The people here still retain their souls, the energy here is very pure, and the water here is very clean.

"Maybe that's why they're like this."

He smiled sarcastically: "Compared to sacrificing yourself to gain powerful strength, practicing like that day after day is really unreasonable. Maybe only a fool with a single mind will persist."

After he finished speaking, there was silence. Everyone present, regardless of whether they have reached level five or not, and regardless of their previous understanding of energy, are all lost in thought at this moment.

Those originally taken-for-granted cognitions have also been challenged.

Who would have thought that promotion would be a kind of sacrifice... powerful power would also be a burden.

What Saberia did not say was that in his time, although these words were taboo, they would not be judged.

But now, if this is said out, it will definitely be regarded as heresy.

Different regions also have different trial methods.

Heine was the one who felt the least, although he also frowned.

He was having a headache about how to deal with the soldiers.

I didn't expect it to be so simple...

Simply unsolvable.

The road in the past was so bumpy, not to mention that now that knowledge has been cut off, we have to start from scratch.

Headache……

He decided not to think about it for now.

The worst case scenario is to use the floating city to kill Quelkus!

"Where's the Blight Scar?" he asked.

Saberia shook her head: "I only know that Quelkus also fled here. After so many years, who knows what happened next.

"The Kaana you mentioned before is a kind of demonic insect in the Rotheart Swamp. Quelkus must have been lurking there for many years.

"If nothing else happens, you will also meet Mandis, Unnek, and even the Queen of Thorns..."

When she heard the last name, Jiang Lu's eyes moved.

Her sister Dailin was parasitized into the Queen of Thorns many years ago.

"...That's all I know."

After finishing speaking, Saberia smiled: "But if you capture Quelkus, I can have a chat with him."

Seeing that he had nothing, Heine was ready to let him go back.

Saberia looked like he was hesitating to speak, but in the end he said nothing.

Silence returned to the cave, and Heine and everyone prepared to leave after a brief summary.

He grabbed the package containing Teacher Xia in a "big broken" state and prepared to go back to the fish pond to repair it.

Linumu suddenly followed out and whispered:

"Sir, Master Saberia is inside..."

"He was beaten up by an elf named Aquilaria all day long inside, and he lived an inhumane and undignified life."

Heine replied.

Linumu was stunned for a moment, probably because he didn't expect Heine to be so straightforward.

"Do you think I should treat him well, at least because of my cooperation this time?" Heine asked.

"I...I think so."

Heine: "Your logic is: He was disobedient before, so he was beaten. Now that he is obedient, he wants me to stop - do you think I am training the dog?"

"No, sir, I didn't mean that..."

"There is an elf named Aquilaria (Nobita). You probably don't know this person."

Heine continued:

“He was the night elf who originally attacked here, and he was also the first resident here.

"There were five other people who went in at the same time as Saberia, but they all had no arms and legs, and only one head was left.

"The guy was excitedly greeting everyone and getting ready to build them houses - for the guys who only had their heads left.

"But when he walked up to Saberia, how do you think Jungle Wind responded to this kindness?"

Linumu smiled a little reluctantly.

Is it even necessary to think about it...

In Saberia's opinion, such a weak person is not worthy of talking to him.

Heine: "So you see, this is the law of the jungle in his heart. The strong have dignity, and the weak can only endure.

"So I implemented his principles, but I just made him the weak one. Why can't he endure it?"

The wood elf opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

A moment of silence.

"Is there any room for redemption?" he asked.

"Of course." Heine smiled: "Either he continues to be a tough guy and is so stubborn that even Aguilaria can't do it.

“Either, like that ordinary elf, he recognizes the current situation, puts aside his stubbornness and arrogance and blends in here.

“Either way, he’s going to earn my respect.

"But if he can't see clearly and can't let go, and lives in the double torment of pain and hatred...

"With all due respect, he brought this on himself."

(End of this chapter)