Chapter 539: The Power of the Tiger
The next morning, Roland woke up in a daze.
After resting for a night, he felt warm and indescribable comfort. The magic power in his body returned to its peak state, and he felt a sense of vitality.
He moved slightly in his heart, calmed down and entered the thinking laboratory to calculate, and found that his mana had increased by more than 1,000 points. Compared with the huge total, this increase was not obvious, but this was a step further on the top of the pole, which was very exciting.
He was also completely awake, his consciousness returned to reality, and he was about to get up. Unexpectedly, as soon as his body moved, he felt something abnormal in his arms. After careful feeling, he seemed to be holding someone. When he opened his eyes, he found that it was Anwena.
Perhaps it was too cold in the wild and unconsciously looking for warmth in her sleep, or perhaps it was a simple coincidence, Anwena curled up tightly in Roland's arms like a deer. Her cheeks were puffy, and there was no flaw on her skin, and she was not infected by the dust in the wild.
Roland sighed in his heart: "I don't stay in the Silver Moon Forest, I'm going to run out to live such a bad life. I really don't understand what you think."
He gently broke free, left the warm plush blanket, and walked out of the cave with his hands and feet.
As soon as he walked to the entrance of the cave, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "Roland, you won't be sneaking away again, are you?"
Roland turned his head and found that Anwena was awake. In the dim cave, a pair of black eyes were wide open in disguise, with a look of disappointment on her face.
Seeing that she had misunderstood, Roland couldn't help but pat his forehead: "What are you thinking? I'm just going outside the hole for some breath."
"real?"
"Really, I see my luggage is still in the cave." Roland pointed to the luggage in the cave.
Anwena was relieved and looked at the sky outside the cave. She guessed that it was only five o'clock in the morning and then drilled into the blanket: "Then I'll sleep for a while."
Roland walked outside the cave, took a deep breath of the cool air, and felt his spirits were greatly boosted. He first found a secret place to solve his personal hygiene problem, then found a shelter and began to exercise regularly.
He has been persisting in this matter for almost 6 years, and has never stopped for a day, which has also made him stronger than ordinary mages.
Just as he was practicing, a slight sound of footsteps came not far behind him. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Anwena coming over. She didn't say anything, leaning against a rock and watching Roland exercise quietly.
After looking at it for a while, she couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Dirat, are you practicing martial arts?"
The reason why it is called Dirat is to avoid being recognized.
Roland was doing push-ups, sweating all over his forehead. He didn't say anything after hearing this. He got up after he had finished a group and said to himself: "Practice casually mainly to strengthen the body. You know, the body of our mortal race is very fragile. Once you slack off, it will quickly weaken."
Anwena looked suddenly: "Oh, I understand, this is indeed necessary."
Roland wiped the sweat from his forehead and started jumping again.
Anweina was still watching from the side, and as she looked, she suddenly said, "Our clan also has a combat mage called 'Natural Ring Guards'. Ring Guards have high requirements for physical agility, and are not even lower than warriors."
Roland's heart moved and he quickly looked at Anwena's body.
Although she was wearing an ordinary black dress and magical disguise, it still did not conceal Anwena's figure. She was tall and had a full body curve. She was both feminine and could feel a tension of strength. This was definitely not a quality that a weak woman could possess.
"Avana, do you seem to have better exercise skills?"
Anwena smiled slightly, walked to the edge of the maroon horse, took out a small bottle from her luggage bag and threw it to Roland: "The thriving elixir, a specialty of Silver Moon Forest."
"Take medicine to strengthen your body?" Roland took the bottle, opened the cork and smelled it. He suddenly felt a cool smell coming from his nose, and tears almost choked out.
Seeing that Roland seemed to be a little resistant, Anwena asked back: "Isn't the green flame wine a potion? Isn't the water of life also a potion? The potion of mana recovery is also a potion. We are mages, and it is not normal to use potion assistance?"
Roland thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "It makes sense."
If you think about it carefully, he has never used potions to strengthen his body. He is mainly influenced by the earth's thinking pattern and thinks that taking drugs and fitness is a evil path. But this is another world, and there are all kinds of wonderful magic medicines, which are so powerful that it is not good. It is normal to use them properly and achieve twice the result with half the effort.
After thinking about it, he asked seriously: "Avana, what should I do?"
Anwina waved to Roland: "Go back to the cave, I'll help you."
She turned back to the cave, and Roland quickly followed.
There was no wind in the cave, and the air still had the warmth of the bonfire. Anwina walked to a sheltered corner and signaled Roland to stand there.
After Roland stood up, she said, "Have you heard of constant technique?"
Roland nodded: "Of course."
The so-called constant technique is a profound magic technique that can maintain the effect of spells for a long time. Unfortunately, in the Glenmai magic world, the development level of constant technique is very low. Funny to say, the best spell for Glenmai's constant is actually only one constant temperature technique.
Roland did not have much in-depth research on constant technology, but only learned some general knowledge background.
For example, he knew that the Wood Spirit was proficient in the constant life technique and always kept the spell effect on the flesh and blood body. This spell casting technique is the secret of Wood Spirit. Not to mention Glenmai, Whale Man, Light Spirit, and Night Spirit are also beyond the reach of the world.
Anwena said, "You are in very good condition now, and this place is still safe. I happen to have a constant auxiliary spell on you."
Roland was stunned: "I heard that the constant life technique is expensive?"
Anwena covered her mouth and smiled softly: "Since I heard that, how can I take it completely seriously?"
"How to say it?"
Anwena smiled and said, "In fact, this is a rumor specially spread by our clan. The purpose is to get more benefits when helping foreign clans to maintain constant spells."
Roland was half-believing and half-doubted: "Really?"
Anwena nodded: "Of course it's true, what am I lying to you for?"
Seeing that Roland still didn't believe it, she explained in detail: "Pusing constant magic can consume mana and mind very much. This is true. For example, with my mana, I can only help you to keep one intermediate auxiliary spell at a time. Oh, by the way, everyone's body can only keep one spell at the same time. If there are too many, it will conflict with each other."
"Well~ One is enough."
"Then let's start now?"
"Okay, please trouble you, Avana."
"Why are you saying politely? We are now comrades fighting side by side...Okay, take off your clothes."
Roland was used to this. He knew that such sophisticated spells had very high requirements for the stability of mana flow, and the interference caused by clothes was enough to make the casting failed.
After taking off his clothes, Roland stood with his hands hanging down.
Anweina took out a bottle of ointment from somewhere. After opening it, it was filled with colloids like topaz, which looked a bit like the cooling oil on the earth.
She used a mage's hand to pick up a little ointment and began to apply it to Roland's body, explaining as she wiping it: "This is white dragon fat, and it is used to input mana smoothly. By the way, when the spell is constant, there will be some pain due to the drastic changes in the body. You have to hold it back and never use your own mana to fight against it."
"clear."
Anwena kept applying white dragon polish all over Roland before stopping and said in a voice: "I can help you to keep three spells, namely the Elegance of the Leopard, the Roar of the Giant Bear, and the Power of the Tiger. All three spells can strengthen the body, but each has its own focus. The first spell focuses on strengthening the coordination of the body. The second can greatly increase the absolute power of the body. The third emphasizes the instantaneous explosive power. Which one do you think you need?"
Roland thought carefully and said, "Then let's get the power of the tiger."
As a mage, spells are the biggest reliance, and they do not need to use extreme agility and strength to deal with their opponents. What he needs is that at the critical moment, at the fastest speed, to help him avoid possible fatal dangers. That's enough.
"I understand. You should take the thriving elixir first."
Roland did as he said.
When the medicine was in his stomach, he felt a restless heat rising from his stomach.
Anwena's eyes suddenly emitted a dazzling silver light, and a soft light like moonlight appeared on her body. She stretched out her hand and gently patted Roland's body everywhere.
Every time Roland shot, he felt the power entering his body. He felt a needle-like tingling pain where he was photographed. At the same time, the restless airflow in his abdomen began to respond to this force, constantly flowing in his body.
Roland felt his muscles swelling and soreness all over his body, and he couldn't help but start to tremble, and sweat began to seep out of the pores throughout his body.
This feels sour.
Anwena surrounded Roland's body and kept patting, and slapped for more than a hundred palms in a row. The soft light on her body became very dim, and the white light in her eyes almost extinguished, so she breathed out: "It's done."
After saying that, she took a few steps back, found a stone and sat down. At this time, her face turned pale and almost transparent.
Roland was a little worried: "Avena, you don't look very good."
Anwena gave him a blank look: "My mana is exhausted, of course it's not good. I have to meditate for a while."
After saying that, she closed her eyes, knelt on the mud, with her hands folded in front of her lower abdomen, as if an old monk had entered into meditation, motionless.
Roland cleared away the remaining white dragon fat on his body, put on his clothes, walked out of the cave gently, and served as a meditative sentry for Anvina.
Taking this opportunity, he felt the changes in his body carefully.
The muscles of his body are much bulging than before, and they feel hard to the touch, just like a stone. His whole body is obviously stronger, and he feels like a tiger's back and bear's waist.
He also clearly felt that there was an explosive force in his muscles that seemed to destroy everything.
After thinking about it, he picked up a piece of hard gravel from the ground, held it in the palm of his hand, and exerted force. With a 'crack' sound, he actually pinched the stone into fine powder.
This power is really terrifying.
In order to find out his new power, he sneaked into the thinking laboratory and began to conduct careful testing.
As a result, he found that his physical strength was 4 times higher than before, and his explosive power was 7 times faster in an instant. He took a breath and ran wildly. The distance of 100 meters was only 3 seconds, and the maximum speed once exceeded 50 meters per second.
This is simply superman!
Of course, there are also shortcomings. The explosive power is scary and the endurance is not good. If you run wildly with all your might, you can only run 2 in one breath.
A kilometer road will feel suffocating even further.
But that's enough.
Perhaps it is not as good as the official knight of Blood Rose, but it will not be crushed in speed as before.
It's right.
In this way, the confidence in dealing with Blood Rose has increased a lot.
Chapter completed!