Master Roman saw what Shaoko wanted to ask, and just made his already red face even more red, "Mage Xueye, if you leave the battlefield now, will you leave?" In order to change the topic, the female mage quickly came up with a new topic for the two to discuss.

"How could that happen!" Shaoko was a little angry at the question of Master Roman. "Since it has reached this level, why should I give up? Could it be that the name of a deserter on his back will be ridiculed by the rest of the mages forever?"

Master Roman smiled, "I'm just asking, um! Are you tired of sneaking into the warriors in that stone tower now?" The female master patted Shaoke's arm gently, hoping that he could calm down his volatile spirit.

"I just wanted to fight on the battlefield and then become a combat mage." Shaoke felt the coldness coming from the Roman mage's hand, and slowly explained the reason why he came to the battlefield. Then he turned his head and looked at the female mage's red lips, swallowed and said, "This idea has always supported me to the present."

Master Roman nodded gently, and then talked to Shaoke about the reason why he became a military mage. This was a relatively pleasant topic that began to talk between the two mages and continued until late at night.

When the last female mage was invited away by a male mage in the tavern, the mages in the entire tavern drank the last little wine in the glass and left here one after another. Although several mages wanted to invite the mage Roman, they were softly stopped by the rest of the mages because they still knew something about this rare white-haired female mage.

The mage Roman stretched his waist unyieldingly, and the curve wrapped in his wide robe was displayed in front of Shaoke, and then stretched out his little hand in front of Shaoke. "Master Xueye, don't you invite me to another place for a conversation?" As he said that, he burst into laughter.

Shaoke shook his head awkwardly, "No, I think you are still very tired now, so take a rest as soon as possible!" Although he was a little moved, he gritted his teeth and refused after thinking about the decision he had made. Even though the female mage in front of him was very beautiful, and sometimes very tempting.

Master Roman nodded and leaned over to kiss Shaoke's forehead, "I wish you good luck!" At the same time, he thought to himself, Mo Qianer! Mo Qianer, I hope you can have good luck.

Shaoke sat in a daze on the chair, watching the figure of Master Roman disappear, then he came to his senses, gently placed his hand on his forehead, felt the cool presence just now, and smiled bitterly and went back.

The war did not stop because of the mages' failure to cast spells, but became more intense. Shaoko and his team added a new mage to the stone tower. At first, the new mage never appeared again. Shaoko never saw the mage until he left the Bloody Fortress.

A warrior from the Desas Empire waved the iron shield in his hand to resist the attack from all sides. The spear in his hand emerged from various places like a poisonous snake and penetrated the soldiers besieged him. When the Blue Feather Empire warrior who was fighting with him was penetrated by his spear, he had not encountered new hostile warriors for a long time to intercept him.

"Just killing for a while, I can retreat safely." After resisting the desperate attack of a Blue Feather Empire soldier, the warrior took a deep breath and quickly glanced at the stone tower in front of him. "Fortunately, the mages in this stone tower have not released spells for a long time. It seems that they can go back safely this time."

Even during the fight, the warrior still heard a special signal from the city. The harsh crying sound was transmitted through special props, which was informing them of the soldiers and soldiers to retreat! The few remaining fighting spirits burst out suddenly, and the fighting spirits were wrapped in the iron shield in his hand, and the companions around him carefully retreated.

"Master attacks." The warrior who had just retreated to the top of the city discovered a red light flying from the stone tower he had observed. The giant shield blocked him without hesitation and shouted loudly, "Be careful, mages..." Although he wanted to remind his companions, he had consumed too much fighting spirit and did not notice that the target of the spell was him. The red light passed through the iron shield covered with fighting spirit, took away half of his head, and then penetrated several retreating soldiers again and stopped killing.

After feeling the target he locked was hit, Shaoke breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the other two mages who were still meditating and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Although the conversation with Master Roman last night made him feel a little relaxed, there was still a failure when releasing his spell today. The mage who had failed to cast spells like him did not have this situation again today. This made Shaoke jealous of the other party. He didn't know what the mage relied on to relax his spirit, but he knew that he still had not relaxed his spirit, which caused some trouble to his companions.

For a whole day, Shaoke kept wandering between success and failure. Fortunately, the silver light on the diamond array in the meditation space has calmed the turmoil in the space again and again. Otherwise, according to his casting, it would easily cause permanent damage to the meditation space, thus affecting the chance of promotion in the future.

In order not to make the other two mages suspicious, Shaoke quickly took a pill once and then waited for a while to release the spell. The other two mages had already caused him to calm the fluctuations of space with precious medicines. Even so, the other two mages still looked at him with a strange look after Shaoke after casting spells with both hands and the continuous precious medicines. Fortunately, the battle was fierce and they had no time to ask, otherwise Shaoke would have to spend a lot of energy to make up lies to dispel the doubts of the two mages.

After going to the tavern again in the evening, Shaoke waited all night. Until all the female mages in the tavern accepted the invitation from the other mages, they still did not see the arrival of Master Roman. Shaoke asked a mage whom he had talked to about Master Roman. Only then did she know that she had already performed missions with some mages and could not come back a month later. The somewhat lost Shaoke had to thank the mage and then he would not be able to do so.

The war was in mechanical casting, and the meditation went on for another month. After countless failed castings, Shaoko finally got rid of the constant fighting sound in his mind. For the soldiers who were lying on the ground, he felt that it was just a picture of pictures, a picture for him to appreciate and practice spells.

Shaoke didn't know how many soldiers died here during this period. He now felt that the whole fortress was filled with a strong smell of blood. Even if he was staying in his room, Shaoke could feel the strong smell of blood.

After the initial panic, the residents in the city returned to their former lives. They were only easily awakened by the soldiers who transported dead bodies when they went to bed at night, and the rest had no effect.

Outside the fortress facing the heart of the empire, there was a barracks that could not be seen at all. The lines formed by the soldiers were never broken at once and connected to the city wall where the war broke out. A large number of low-level soldiers emerged from there to maintain the security of the city, so as to avoid some soldiers who lived from the city and not disturbing these residents. Otherwise, what awaited them would be the killing from their companions.

After the war lasted for a month, a temporary truce finally took place. After hearing this news, Shaoke and the other two mages took a deep breath, and their tense spirits could finally relax. The mage who was with Shaoke at first rubbed his cheeks that had lost a lot, and looked at the other two charred companions tugging at the corners of their dry mouths, "I'll have a good sleep tonight. I forgot how long I haven't had a good sleep, um! I'll invite you to the tavern tomorrow to see who can invite a female mage to have a conversation at night, how about it?" As he said that, he stood up and tried hard to tidy up his robes, tied his hair, and put his hair together to make himself look more energetic.

Shaoke shook his head, "No, I think I must eat some food to replenish my body. Don't you feel weak?" His body was not weak, but looking at the other two mages' shaking bodies, I was really worried that they would die on the belly of those female servants. Of course, it would be better if they died on the belly of the female mage. At least there was no need to worry about being too ridiculed after death!

After carefully moving the body, the two mages agreed with Shaoke's suggestion very much, smiled at each other and packed up their belongings and left the bloody city.

Shaoke had a good sleep that night. Although he felt sore all over the next morning, he still forced himself to do the movements to strengthen his physique several times. Although he was not worried about his body weakening again, he hoped to strengthen his physique through this method so that he could restore his body to his best condition as soon as possible.

After meditating, Shaoke once again found that his mental power and magic power had increased a lot, and his purity had not decreased much under the action of the two mutant magic arrays. He now felt that his original choice was not wrong. He knew that if it were not for the stimulation of long-term combat, it would still take him two or even three years to reach this point. However, this was also the only way to achieve this with sufficient high-level drug assistance and his silver light that could quickly calm down the vibration of space.

After the war temporarily stopped, Master Roland ran to Shaoko and brought him some news after the war, "Mage Snow Night, this war is really difficult." Master Roland explained in detail the reason why he said this under Shaoko's questioning gaze.

"In this war, many second-level mages left the barracks! They did not leave on their own initiative, but the military headquarters directly transferred them away." Mage Roland said, with a complicated expression on his face, and changed several times.

"Why?" Shaoke didn't understand why the military headquarters summoned some mages back after the war was temporarily paused. Could it be that they were nobles or had connections?

"They can't successfully release spells on the battlefield once." Mage Roland breathed a sigh of relief, "I really don't know if you are lucky or unlucky."
Chapter completed!