154.Chapter 154 – Master of Combat
Chapter 154 – Master of Battle
Heine asked, “How did the warriors of your time fight?”
“The warriors of my time?”
Saberia froze for a few seconds.
“Are there no warriors left now? Not even in the mountains of Makara?”
“Lord Sabelia, it’s like this ……”
Linumu hurriedly flew to explain.
After hearing that Sabelia revealed an expression that was hard to describe.
Shock, emotion, sarcasm, and regret.
“In my time, very few people chose to become a warrior because that path was too difficult.”
Sabelia said slowly:
“If a mage is a master who has mastered all the techniques of casting spells, then a warrior is a master who has mastered all the techniques of fighting.
“Any non-spellcasting professional will train at one-third, or even one-fourth, of the intensity of a warrior’s standard from apprenticeship until level five.
“In other words, a warrior trains at least three times as much as any other profession during the basic period, and the warriors under Archduke McCalla are even more ruthless, reportedly six or even seven times as much.”
“What are they practicing?” Heine couldn’t help but ask.
Saberia: “Adapting their flesh and blood to the energy properties, that’s their only ‘weapon’ after all.
“Generally speaking, newcomers choose the three elements of wind, earth and fire as an introduction.
“Where wind represents speed, earth represents strength, and fire represents emotional control, and there is not much conflict between the three.
“Warriors who demand more of 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 means control and corresponding resistance, so the warrior seeks to remain at the top of his game in any extreme situation and against any opponent.
“They learn both to utilize these energies and to resist them.”
Really a full attribute warrior?
Heine was shocked.
A realization arose in him vaguely.
That is, warriors and mages were actually one way.
It was only that the mages had found a standardized process and even industrialized it.
Whereas warriors obviously didn’t, and so have fallen away to this day.
“What about the other professions? What happens after level five?” He asked.
“After level five ……”
Sabelia sighed.
“After level five, a warrior is still a warrior, and acclimatization is something you have to stick with for the rest of your life, so I’d say the path is too hard.
“And because it’s bitter, there are shortcuts.
“Just embrace certain energies completely, like wind, like earth, like holy light and shadow.
“Just offer faith, and you will be liberated.
“Once you allow it to infiltrate your soul, your adaptability increases tremendously and grows with the strength of your soul afterwards.
“A Blast Hunter is only able to manipulate light winds to assist him before level five, while after level five, he is part of the wind.
“He can hear the wind’s joys and sorrows, whether it’s roaring or murmuring, warm or grumpy …… And so he can focus more on the battle without bothering to manipulate the energy, and can even affect the environment.”
He looked over to Linumu, who was looking grave.
“I’m sure you’ve heard the sound of grass and trees already, too?”
The wood elf nodded, “Yes, I can listen to them.”
“Oh, it looks like you haven’t gotten tired of it yet.”
Sabelia tugged at the corner of her mouth:
“That’s just it, there’s no denying it, there’s no stopping it, from the initial euphoria to the final torment, and as you get stronger and stronger, the voices become clearer and clearer, more and more cacophonous, until death frees you. That may be the price of taking the easy way out.”
Tuba couldn’t help but refute, “Mother Earth did not claim my soul, yet I can hear her voice as well, is this not an answer to prayer? How can it be torture?”
“You are the Totemist of the Eagle’s Nest, are you not?” Sabellia sized him up.
“Yes.”
“Have you ever sensed a difference between the mountains of Makara and the Eagle’s Nest?”
Tuba was silent for a moment.
“It seems you feel it, too, because it is not yet vested here.”
Saberia replied, “But that reason is my guess, Barry said he could feel an anger and fervor in the north that didn’t belong, and a quietness of mind here, it’s the same thing.
“People who let their souls imbibe energy leave something in the energy when they die, like a dead fish dissolving in water.
“As more and more time passes and more and more people are present, there is always a change in the quality of the water, which in turn assimilates the other fish living in the water.
“But it’s different here, the people here still have their souls, the energy here is pure, the water here is clean.
“Maybe that’s why they’re reduced to what they are today.”
He sneered, “Compared to sacrificing oneself to gain great power, practicing day in and day out like that is just incomprehensible, perhaps only fools with a single brain will stick to it.”
After he finished speaking, silence fell around him. Those present, whether they had reached level five or not, and regardless of their previous understanding of energy, were all in deep thought at this moment.
Those originally heavenly perceptions were also challenged.
Who would have thought that promotion is actually a sacrifice …… A powerful force is surprisingly also a burden.
What Saberia didn’t say was that in his day, these words, while also taboo, would not be judged.
Now, on the other hand, this would definitely be regarded as heresy if it was said.
There were also different methods of judgment in different regions.
Heine was the one who felt the least, though he frowned as well.
He was having a headache about what to do with the warriors.
I didn’t realize it was so simple ……
Simply insurmountable.
The road had been so rocky in the past, let alone having to figure it out from scratch now that the knowledge was cut off.
Headache ……
He decided not to think about it for now.
The big deal was to create a dead Quirkus with the floating city!
“What about the Blight Trail?” He asked.
Sabelia shook her head, “All I know is that Quirkus escaped here as well, and after all these years, who knows what happened afterward.
“The Cayuna you guys were talking about before is a kind of magic worm from the Rotting Heart Swamp, so I’m sure Quilcus has been lurking there for many years.
“Unsurprisingly, you will also encounter Mantis, Unek, and even the Queen of Thorns ……”
When she heard the last name, Jianglu’s eyes twitched.
It was her sister, Daelin, who had been parasitized into the Queen of Thorns many years ago.
“…… That’s all I know.”
After saying that, Sabelia smiled, “But if you’ve captured Quirkus, I can talk to him.”
Seeing that he was out of stuff, Heine was ready to let him go back.
Sabelia looked like she wanted to say something, but in the end said nothing.
Silence returned to the cave, and Heine and the crowd briefly summarized the situation before preparing to leave.
He grabs the package containing Mr. Xia’s “Big Break” status, and prepares to head back to the fish pond to get it fixed.
Linumu suddenly followed him out and whispered:
“My lord, Lord Sabelia he is inside ……”
“He was beaten up all day by an elf named Aquilaria inside, living a miserable and undignified life.”
Heine replied.
Linumu froze, probably not expecting Heine to be so blunt.
“Do you think I should treat him kindly, at least because of this cooperation?” Heine asked rhetorically.
“I…I do think so.”
Heine: “Your logic: he didn’t listen before, so he got beaten, and now that he’s listening, he wants me to stop – do you think I’m training a dog?”
“No, my lord, I don’t mean that ……”
“There is an elf named Aquilaria (Maharaja), you mostly don’t know this person.”
Heine continued:
“He was the night elf who attacked this place in the first place, and was also the first occupant of this place.
“There were five others who went in at the same time as Sabelia, but all of them had no arms or legs, only a head.
“The guy excitedly greeted everyone and was going to build them houses – for the guys with only their heads left.
“But when he walked up to Sabelia, guess how the jungle winds responded to that kindness?”
Linumu smiled a little forcedly.
Is that even a guess ……
In Sabelia’s opinion, no weakling of that sort deserved to talk to him.
Heine: ”So you see, it’s the law of the jungle within him, the strong have dignity and the weak have to put up with it.
“And so I carried out his principle, only to make him that weakling, so why shouldn’t he put up with it?”
The wood elf opened his mouth, he was completely unable to say anything in retort.
There was a moment of silence.
“Is there any room for redemption then?” He asked.
“Of course there is.” Heine smirked, “Either he continues to be a hardass, so stubborn that Aquilaria can’t even get off his ass.
“Or he recognizes the situation like that plain elf and lets go of his stubbornness and arrogance to blend in here.
“Either way, he will earn my respect.
“But if he can neither see it nor let it go, living in the double torture of pain and hatred ……
“With all due respect, he brought this on himself.”
(End of chapter)