Doomsday Mage Summons the Undead.

Chapter 212 Training and Hope

At one o'clock in the afternoon, on the south side of Yutou Village.

On a small hillside, Qi Lin was doing push-ups, and at the same time, he was listening to the information gathered by various ghosts in the soul link.

This is the edge of the village, which can not only eliminate the foreign toxins, but also avoid the things that are often done silently in the village.

But Qi Lin ignored the enthusiasm of the villagers.
Beside the sweating Qi Lin, a little girl named Hai Ling came here together after learning that Brother Hai was being trained here.

She squatted next to Qi Lin, looked at Qi Lin curiously, and looked at the precious food that the villagers beside Qi Lin brought to him, which were only eaten during festivals, but why Qi Lin didn't taste a sip, but just drank some kind of liquid that he brought.

"You can eat these things as you like." Qi Lin wiped the sweat off his brow, raised his head and drank the protein powder, and pointed to the various foods brought by the villagers next to him.

Hai Ling just shook his head, then hurriedly lowered his head and dared not speak.

Qi Lin didn't say anything, just stood up and looked down the hillside.

Down the hillside, Master Black Warrior has been teaching for some time.

It's just that besides Brother Hai, there are many other trainees.

After the villagers delivered the food for a while, the village chief finally mustered up his courage, gritted his teeth and started a tentative agitation.

This kind of opportunity to teach combat skills is too rare.

Their annual harvest in Yutou Village, even if the high tax is not removed, still cannot give a child the opportunity to study in the town.

But right now, the village head sees an opportunity.

Of course, if it wasn't for fear that Qi Lin would get bored, the village head might have summoned the whole village to study here.

After the village head's encouragement and strict order not to disturb Qi Lin, all the villagers' children finally let go of their embarrassment and all came.

Some of those children were sitting on the trees, and some were lying on the grass, so blatantly stealing lessons.

There are even bold children like Goudan who, after seeing that Qi Lin doesn't care about them stealing lessons, will follow the black warrior in the center of the field to train their steps and postures in sync.

After Qi Lin explained his intentions, he was beaten and kicked by the village head in ecstasy.

Brother Hai finally pouted and reluctantly came here to learn fighting skills.

Because of the plaque, all the villagers maintained goodwill to Qi Lin, and even gave Qi Lin food and drink.

Although the food and drink looked vulgar, Qi Lin, who had a ghost detection skill, knew that they were the best things in the villagers' homes.

The villagers treat Qi Lin as one of their own, but only Brother Hai knows that Qi Lin is the prophesied evil dragon.

Even when he was warming up and learning various steps, Brother Hai would stare at Qi Lin from time to time,

But maybe it's because of feeling that the black warrior has given up everything, or the plaque, or the very natural and soft conversation between Qi Lin and Hai Ling chatting like a big brother next door.

All these made Brother Hai no longer treat Qi Lin with prejudice as before.

But even so, Brother Hai still feels that as a member of Yutou Village.

Everyone's safety must be considered!

Even during the training, he would spy on Qi Lin from time to time, preparing to seize the ironclad evidence that Qi Lin is an evil dragon, and then reveal Qi Lin's true face as the big boss of the evil dragon in front of the villagers, so as to call on the villagers to move here.

This kind of peeping sometimes becomes blatant. Brother Hai puts two fingers in his eyes from time to time, as if telling Qi Lin: I will always keep an eye on you.

For this reason, Hai Ge suffered a lot from the beginning of the black warrior.

"When fighting, be mindful of no one else."

The black warrior flicked his silver sword, and precisely hit Haige's calf with the hard gray metal block with the back of the sword.

Interestingly.

Brother Hai, who was in pain, grinned and gasped.

But the eyes that looked at the black warrior were full of gratitude.

Brother Hai understands the importance of a master.

A villager with combat skills can greatly reduce the village's tax.

The village chief has tried countless times to ask for help, or to retain wandering mercenaries to teach the villagers fighting skills.

However, before Qi Lin, he had never succeeded.

"Understood, master!" Hai Ge rubbed his head, like a most pious apprentice, looking at the black warrior with admiration.

The child's world is so simple. Qi Lin is a dragon who needs to be on guard all the time, but Qi Lin's subordinates are masters who need to be grateful and worshiped.

The black warrior said nothing, but asked Qi Lin in the soul link: "My emperor, the basic steps have been trained, do you want to teach him sword attack?"

"Teach." Qi Lin thought of agreeing to the appraiser, and said directly: "Don't hold back, you can teach as much as you can. As for how much he can learn, it depends on his own ability."

"Follow my emperor's will!"

After the black samurai finished asking for instructions, he looked at Brother Hai who looked at him adoringly, his magic power activated his vocal cords, and his hoarse voice came out: "Follow me."

Hai Ge followed the black warrior to an open grassland next to him.

On the grass, there is a wooden target that has already been prepared.

"Today, let's practice the skill of sword attack!"

Brother Hai withdrew his complacent eyes from looking at the friends around, and asked reverently, "Master, what should I do?"

The black warrior swung the silver sword and turned to look at the target: "First of all, you have to lock on the target in your field of vision, concentrate, imagine that there is a red line connecting you and the target, then throw the long sword in your hand, and mentally lock on the red line."

"Of course, you need to spend some time to master the method of mental locking."

"Only when your mind is concentrated can you throw the weapon in your hand far away."

"Try that feeling first, and then I will continue to teach you." The black warrior handed the silver sword in his hand to the excited Hai Ge.

For the black warriors, if it weren't for Qi Lin's order, outsiders would never want to touch their weapons before they died.

Brother Hai took the silver sword respectfully with both hands: "Master, let me try!"

The black warrior nodded slightly, but did not speak.

For the black warrior, sword attack is engraved in instinct from birth.

But for acquired learners like Brother Hai, it takes a long time to explore and become proficient.

But soon, something unexpected happened to the black warrior.

Brother Hai was facing the target, holding a silver sword, his brows were slightly furrowed, his expression focused, and his eyes were fixed on the target.

He took a deep breath, feeling a connection had been established between the spirit and the target.

Immediately, under the silent gaze of the black warrior, Hai Ge threw the long sword towards the target, and the range of the shot was accurate.

Then, the black warrior witnessed the silver sword appearing at the target, and the long sword began to rotate and kill around the target, although the rotation and killing force was very small, and there was no attack such as breaking magic and breaking defense.

And there has never been a follow-up body teleportation raid, but just that little spin kill is enough to make the black warrior look at the child again.

"Master, this child has a very good foundation. With the basic strength of the gold rank, he can do a round of sword attack with only his physical attributes. Although he is immature, he can do this with only the two opening sentences of the black warrior. It is very good."

The ghost old ten who has been paying attention reported his opinion to Qi Lin.

"What do you think?" Qi Lin asked the black warrior.

"Huihuang, it looks pretty good at the moment. After a long period of training in the future, you may be able to master the sword attack." The black warrior first affirmed Brother Hai, and then said again in the soul link: "However, the key to the killing of the sword attack is to destroy the demon and the follow-up attacker. If there is only this rotation damage, then this is not called a sword attack, but a parabolic attack."

"Well, let's continue." Qi Lin simply hummed and stopped looking.

"Master, master!" Hai Ge, who had picked up the silver sword, ran back to the black warrior excitedly, asking for credit with a flattering look, "How is it?"

The black warrior didn't speak, just took the silver sword, turned his head and threw the silver sword at a thick and thin tree surrounded by three people a hundred meters away.

In Hai Ge's shocking eyes, the silver sword appeared around the big tree instantly as if traveling through time and space.

As the sword light spun, the big tree was cut into pieces.

And half of the debris was burned to ashes, and the other half turned into ice.

This is the strongest black warrior under Qi Lin's men, apart from Black Wind who hunted Baslow far away. After being born by the soul fire, this black warrior has become the No. 3 gold rank undead under Qi Lin's men.

And after the black warriors reached the gold rank, Qi Lin discovered that their control of power seemed to have opened some kind of shackles, and their strength had improved to a higher level.

You know, at the beginning, the sword attack of the black warrior only had armor-piercing kills and surprise attacks, and did not include attacks with ice and fire elements.

As the rank increases, the combat skills will naturally improve, which is undoubtedly good news for Qi Lin, which means that he can save a lot of unnecessary training time.

Come on call.

Come and fight.

Brother Hai widened his eyes and looked at the black warrior beside him. Obviously, the master didn't move a finger, but the big tree was not only destroyed, but also turned into half ice and half fire.

The black warrior turned his head to look at Brother Hai who looked at him adoringly: "This is the part you will learn next."

"The next part is the last part of the sword attack, and it is also the most important part. Watch it."

As soon as the black warrior finished speaking, his figure disappeared in front of Brother Hai in an instant, and the silver sword spinning and cutting in the air was instantly grasped by the black warrior who suddenly appeared a hundred meters across.

The silver sword swept across the room, the last trace of the big tree, the stump was smashed into slag,

Except for the black warrior and the silver sword in place.

There is no trace of the tree anymore.

"Remember one thing." The black warrior looked at Brother Hai, who was clapping vigorously and running forward, and said, "You can use your mind or body to manipulate any object and create various new attack skills, but the premise is that you have to have a bond with your weapon."

After the black samurai finished speaking, he took out a wooden sword prepared in advance from the dimension button on his chest.

The black warrior threw the wooden sword to Brother Hai: "First of all, you need to spend some time to master the method of mental locking."

"Only when your mind is concentrated can you throw the weapon in your hand far away."

"Otherwise, your previous throw was just a little bit of skill under great force."

"When you are mentally locked, you need to pay attention to the following points."

Under the scorching sun, on the hillside that was originally remote and unattended.

Hai Ge began to calm down slowly under the guidance of the black warrior.

Breathing steadily, according to the method taught by the black warrior, slowly condensing the conspicuous red thread in the gray spiritual world.

He raised the wooden sword in his hand and threw it quickly.

But this time did not complete a period of spinning and cutting damage.

Because Brother Hai misjudged the difference in texture between wooden swords and silver swords.

Snapped!
The black warrior struck Haige's calf with the back of his sword, as if the strictest master was carefully teaching his beloved little apprentice.

"As a warrior, in addition to forming a bond with your own weapon, you must also be proficient in any weapon!"

Brother Hai, who was in pain, held back his screams, ran to the target to pick up the wooden sword, returned to the side of the black warrior, swung the wooden sword and began to master the texture of the weapon.

When the wooden sword spun like a flower under Haige's wrist, Haige exerted force on his wrist, causing the wooden sword to spin in a circle and shoot into the center of the target in the distance, which made the black warrior on the side nod in satisfaction.

Time passed, and soon it was evening.

Gradually, Hai Ge mastered more and more proficient mental locking skills.

He tried to throw longer distances, while ensuring accuracy.

He practiced non-stop, and every time he threw, he had to ensure concentration and precision.

Under the training of the black warrior, he began to find and collect objects of various shapes and weights to practice.

He tried throwing stones, iron pieces, and even small teapots.

Every time he was able to successfully throw the items where he wanted them, his confidence grew.

Finally, when he had mastered the basic technique of mental locking, he asked the black warrior master for the technique of spinning the long sword.

The black samurai not only explained to him in detail how to use the sword attack skill, but also personally instructed him what to do every step of the way.

Keep trying, although I haven't been able to retract the long sword in an instant and carry out an important fatal surprise attack.

But Brother Hai, who has a golden level foundation, has been able to guide the sword to spin and kill the target.

During the training in the afternoon, Hai Ge suffered countless times from the back of the black warrior's sword.

But even so.

Brother Hai never groaned in pain.

Even, every time he wiped the sweat from the corners of his eyes that affected his vision, he could look at Qi Lin who was doing push-ups in the distance, and pointed his two fingers to his eyes.

Qi Lin learned the meaning from Brother Hai's mouth: Evil Dragon, I have been staring at you!
Qi Lin just chuckled and shook his head. What he didn't realize was that his frown was also reduced a lot because of this child.

The moon rises quickly.

The stars are scattered in the corner of this village which is quite small compared to the world.

But this small hillside is still very lively.

The village head learned from the appraiser that Qi Lin gave them two days.

So, with the help of the villagers' parents, those children who were on the sidelines stealing lessons.

The children of Yutou village did not want to miss any chance to protect the village.

Even for some little girls, they simply pulled a piece of cloth and squatted in the dense bushes, leaving only one head to solve the problem of convenience.

When it is convenient, I keep my eyes on the black warrior and fish head in the training ground all the time, for fear of missing something.

Some children held the animal skins, and used burnt branches to carve on the animal skins the steps and postures that the black warrior gave to Brother Hai.

Some had cuts on their little hands because of carving wooden swords. Even if the blood was flowing, the child could just put the wound in his mouth and suck a couple of mouthfuls.

Some children were thirsty, but they were not willing to drink the precious drinking water sent by their families. They just lay down on the bushes and licked a couple of mouthfuls of dew.

"They don't want to miss any chance."

Sitting on the hillside, Qi Lin glanced at the children who were studying hard under the starry sky, and the various items sent by the villagers beside him were piled up very high.

"A group of gold-ranked children, the Three Views have not yet formed, and there are hundreds of gold-ranked parents who dare to do anything for their children. If you train and brainwash them a little bit." The ghost old ten said softly after discovering that Qi Lin began to think deeply.

Qi Lin silently raised his head and glanced at the tenth guard who was floating in mid-air. He didn't speak, but turned to look at the black warrior beside him and said, "Take these things from the villagers to those children, and tell them that if they refuse again, they will no longer be welcome here, so they all go home."

Watching the black samurai holding things and sending them to the frightened children one by one.

In the soul link, Qi Lin said to the Black Samurai who was in charge of teaching: "Time is limited, skip those repeated training time, ensure that he only needs to practice more to master the skills, and then teach new things immediately, try to teach as much as possible within the limited time."

After Qi Lin finished all this, he said softly: "For this village, they are the hope."

The ghost old ten in mid-air knew that the words were addressed to him.

Qi Lin didn't seem to say anything.

But it seems that everything has been said.

The ghost old ten just sighed insignificantly, and then stopped thinking about it, just widened his eyes, and was alert to all the suspicious things around that would pose a danger to Qi Lin.

(End of this chapter)