"Why didn't he go up to attack those damn soldiers?" A new mage sniffled Sanzi and expressed his dissatisfaction, which also aroused the anger of other mages around him who were unknown.

Shaoke ignored these new mages. He really didn't understand why these mages didn't study the battlefield survival scroll given by the old mage. He looked at the back of the mage enviously, and Shaoke took the lead in climbing onto the carriage.

The mages below also climbed up one after another, but they were still very angry that the mage did not appear on the battlefield, and they complained all the way. After Shaoke's idea of ​​resting quietly for a while was broken several times, he stared at the mages in the same car with some anger, "You should go back and take a good look at the battlefield survival scroll. The above clearly states why. If you become a third-level mage, you will also enjoy this privilege." After Shaoke said that, he leaned on the carriage and began to relax to relieve his headaches.

"But, even if the third-level mage appears on the battlefield, the other party will not know if it does not release the third-level magic." A somewhat shy mage carefully wiped the blood on his face with his handkerchief and asked uncertainly.

Shaoke rubbed his head. He actually didn't know why these third-level mages didn't do this. "After you reach the third level, if you don't go to the battlefield, you would voluntarily go up there and risk being hit by a huge rock to kill a few warriors?" After saying that, he shook his hand weakly, and decided not to pay attention to them. He didn't know why these mages were still so energetic after nearly a day of fighting.

After the mages returned to their residence, Shaoko quickly took off his robe and cloak that had been gradually dispelled from the stains by magic energy. Although it looked clean under the action of magic, Shaoko still decided to wash it tomorrow.

After adding a few firewood, the cold room warmed up. While the medicine was still there, he quickly meditated to restore the various consumption caused by casting.

After recovering his mind first, Shaoke began to carefully detect his meditation space, and checked it again and again. Shaoke once again found that the diamond array in the spiritual space had a condition. The magic array suspended in the air was larger than before, but the silver light swimming on it was much dimmer, and a silver light passed through the space and was directly connected to the diamond array in the meditation space. Shaoke initially believed that this silver light could transform mental power into magic power, but after a little experiment, he found that his idea was wrong. This mental power and magic could only slowly wander on the silver light and could not pass through the space for conversion.

Although he was a little disappointed, Shaoke was not too disappointed. When he was about to continue making some small attempts, Shaoke found that his mind was consuming a lot, and the consumed mind was not caused by observing the meditation space at all, but the silver light was constantly sucking the abundant mind.

In just a short while, Shaoke found that most of the mind that had just recovered had been consumed, and the consumption was getting faster and faster. He didn't bother to check the meditation space again, so he had to take medicine to restore his mind. Although the recovery speed could not keep up with the speed of the light absorption, when the mind was almost exhausted, the silver light stopped independently and began to release a little silver light to moisturize the meditation space. At this time, Shaoke felt that the recovery speed of the mind had almost doubled, which almost made him mistakenly think that he was using the most advanced meditation method to recover.

After repeated several times, the silver light seemed to be full and no longer absorbed the mind. At this time, Shaoke had time to look at the silver light wrapped around the diamond array again, and found that the light had become thicker and had returned to its previous light.

After checking again, Shaoke finally recovered his mental power and magic power with peace of mind. However, after immersing in recovery, he suddenly found that the silver light emitted some light spots again and fell in two spaces, which accelerated his recovery speed a lot. Shaoke didn't care about joy because he felt that the light would absorb the mind to supplement this consumption for a while, which was almost equivalent to consuming excessive mind to speed up the recovery speed, which made him upset that he had not purchased the meditation method that increased his mind.

As expected, after stopping meditation, the light absorbed half of the remaining mind. He was not very sensitive to numbers and still didn't know whether this was a good deal after calculating it for a while. He thought about it for a while and gave up because he had to use food to fill his stomach that had already started to whine.

After pressing the magic button in the room, soldiers soon brought dinner. After Shaoko had just finished eating and asked the soldiers to withdraw the tableware, Master Roland knocked on his door again.

After the two sat down, Master Roland smiled slightly when he saw that Shaoko was not wearing a robe or cloak for the first time, "Do you know that it's very tiring and depressing to cover that all day!"

Shaoko shook his head and said, "No, I just planned to clean them once, and it felt a little dirty." He said, pointing to the clothes hanging on the shelf, "Today there was too much blood stuck to it."

Master Roland shook his head, pointed to the wine barrel on the table and said, "Do you need a cup?" After getting Shaoke nodded and agreed, he poured a cup and handed it to Shaoke. "In fact, the cleaning magic above is still effective, much better than cleaning."

But after seeing Shaoke still shook his head, he drank a little wine and changed the topic. "Master Xueye, we have not been here for three months now. I think you must make a new choice." After that, he looked straight at Shaoke with a haggard face, "Your body does not seem to have deteriorated. This is a good phenomenon, and you will be able to recover slowly by then."

Shaoko licked his lips, "Master Roland, how many mages have died today?"

Master Roland said with some embarrassment and helplessness: "I don't know that about ten new mages have died in single-aggressive attacks this time. Well! A few of you died there? I heard that a few of those mages who have a relationship with the nobles have also died. I really don't know what they think and will make the choice to go to a single-aggressive position." He shook his head in confusion.

"What about the others?" Although Shaoko was puzzled, he didn't want to know these things because it had nothing to do with him.

"The mages who have been here for more than a year have heard that there is only one more unlucky. They are in the same stone tower with two new mages. As a result, when the huge rock fell, they did not escape at all. Alas!" Master Roland sighed, "I heard that many mages who have lost the protection of the stone tower have been injured, but they should not die again."

After hearing the news about Master Roland, Shaoko rubbed his sore calves, "You guys are doing well!"

Master Roland's face suddenly became strange, and he muttered for a while: "When moving on the city wall, a splashing rock rolled among the mages." He said that, he lowered his head and said nothing, but slowly turned the wine glass in his hand.

The atmosphere between the mages became heavier. Shaoke looked up at the white painted roof and said sadly: "What do you think we are doing this for? Do the mages have to be killed by huge rocks, bows, arrows, and spears on the battlefield? Why don't they protect them after going to the battlefield?"

Master Roland poured the wine glasses for Shaoko again, shrugged and said, "Who knows! This is not something we little people can consider. Sometimes I really want to go back to my hometown and be a noble mage there, instead of being an optional cannon fodder here." Master Roland touched his wrist, and finally, the scholar Shaoko had a glass of red wine as he looked just now.

"Then why are you still coming to the battlefield?" Shaoke was a little confused about the choice made by the other party. Until now, he still didn't know why other mages chose to become military mages. He did not believe that these mages were all deceived by the military headquarters.

"For money, for status." Master Roland said his reason without hesitation. "I thought of going to the mage union at the time, but I found that the mages in our academy were not satisfied at all, and they did not get any position in money, and they did not have any status, so..."

Shaoke smiled silently, and Master Roland asked him: "Why did you choose to become a military mage? I don't believe you have the same idea as me."

"As long as there is a benefit, anyone dares to take risks." Shaoke couldn't help but think of his previous life, shook his head and continued: "I just wanted to become a combat mage, and the army even paid a little more subsidies than the mage union, so I had this choice."

"Haha" After hearing each other's reasons, the two mages couldn't help laughing.

"I think we will learn about some special things after we reach the third level." Shaoke suddenly said seriously. He wanted to remind this companion who was still familiar with him.

Master Roland frowned and asked in a low voice: "Master Xueye, how did you know that such a thing would happen?"

Shaoke did not hide what happened during his journey, "That third-level mage did not invite you to join the Blizzard Legion?"

"No, although I noticed some mages' abnormalities, the mage did not contact me, and I did not go to ask about these things carefully at that time." Master Roland frowned and thought about the information Shaoke had just said, and finally asked: "Does it really give away various auxiliary drugs used by third-level mages?"
Chapter completed!