Abe the Wizard

Coming out of the portal, Abel found that the "Guardian of the Valley of the Shadows" was not unusual. The only difference was that the Stone Giant had recovered after half a day and his body had returned to its original height of 10 meters.

Abel randomly put away the 'Guardian of the Valley of Ghosts', and the black wind played with the flames, and the white clouds in the sky discovered the presence of the master, and the chain of souls immediately conveyed all normal messages to the master.

Looking at his slender hands, Abel remembered at this time that he had been transformed into an elf's body, and that he was now far away from the elf and could restore the human body. The elf's body was not satisfied with how it looked, and the muscles he had trained since childhood had disappeared, and the strong body had also become a bean sprout.

Abel took off all the armor he had on him. He forged it according to the elf body. If the human body was restored, it would be unusable. He looked around unconsciously, thinking that it was wild and that white clouds were scouting in the sky. There should be no elves or human beings.

He took off all the clothes on his body and put them in a space bracelet, and if he didn't change them, they would all burst back into the human body.

Abel, who returned to his natural body, pressed his hand against the necklace of transformation on his chest. He remembered the reply spell in his heart. A green light surrounded him. The pain sensation of the array came from the array. There was no such pain when he transformed into a reply for a short time before. This time, it seemed to have changed for too long, and the body had begun to recognize the elf body.

The pain slowly disappeared, and the green light surrounding Abel began to fade away, two meters tall, strong muscles, well-trained streamlined lines, all showing the strength of this body.

Abel, who returned to the human body, felt a general sense of physical and psychological regression, as if the body had been liberated from long periods of oppression. Although there had been no change in strength, constitution, or agility, he felt a difference in silk, which was a spiritual difference.

It occurred to him that since becoming a wizard, he had abandoned his knight training, and even the knight's rank had been constantly upgraded thanks to his previous strong foundation and unexpected golden courage.

At this time, he felt that every muscle of his body seemed eager for a smooth dripping exercise, and he found a light sword from the bag of the Sky Spirit Beast, a parting gift given to him by his own father, Knight Bennett. Although there were countless magic weapons to choose from, somehow, his hand had to voluntarily take out the light sword.

The left hand took a shield from the Empty Beast bag, the shield he used to train at Harry Castle, a plain, rugged iron shield that had nothing to attract particular attention except the superficial unicorn logo.

Light sword in his right hand, iron shield in his left hand, Abel foot step forward, light sword in his right hand, cut down hard, as if he was back in the castle, in his father's harsh eyes constantly splitting, light sword cut the air apart, a sharp sound.

A series of right-hand swords, including front stabbing, splitting, sweeping, side sheet, light rubbing, crossover, and more, along with the shield stature and shield strike of the left hand, are the ultimate in movement, but today is slightly different from previous exercises.

He felt that the light sword in his hand seemed to have his own feelings, sharp at the front stab, angry at the split, proud at the sweep, light at the side sheet, focused at the cross gear, etc., not only the light sword in his left hand, but even the shield in his right hand seemed to have his own feelings, or high or low or calm or fierce, as if there was something to germinate.

Abel didn't even think about it. He swept the snake's self-healing ribbon with spiritual force. A bottle of ‘soul medicine' turned into an empty bottle. The main soul was drizzled with a purple soul rain. He instantly entered an over-frequency state of the brain.

Light and long swords are getting faster and faster, without special knight secrets, all basic swordsmanship, and so is Shield. At this time, Abel has forgotten everything around him. It seems that he is the only one in the whole world. A hint of golden fighting appeared unconsciously, flying forward as the light and long swords were chopped.

A stone blocked in front was driven by the action of the light long sword, such as the golden bucket danced like a long whip, instantly the stone was split in half, then he made another sweep, a huge golden bucket appeared in front of his light long sword, sweeping all the stones in front of him out.

The original black wind and flying flame playing beside each other were amazed. Seeing the golden fight, the flying flame was fine, but the black wind was a little afraid, but soon as Abel's type of attack, the original or large gold fight, or the golden fight that turned into a whip, became thinner and sharper.

When the golden pipe turns into a fine dark golden filament, even Flying Flame feels a little threatened, at least such a dark golden filament can hurt it.

Flying flames and black winds immediately ran far away from Abel, afraid to play anymore, but looked carefully at the master. Although he did not understand what the master was doing at this time, he knew that the master could not be disturbed at this time.

Abel was in a strange state at the time, when 'soul medicine' put his brain in an entirely over-frequency state, but when using the Knight Sword Shield method of warfare, he was in a state of chaos, but at the time he realized something in his heart that he had never been this close to the Great Knight.

Yes, the Great Knight, Abel's head was filled with the figure of the Great Hoover Knight, and the mighty Great Hoover Knight could easily smile even when faced with the High Wizard.

What is the power of faith? Abel has an excessive frequency of 'soul pills’, but he can't get answers by himself. He can only imagine the most suitable force in the body combined with the power of the knight. Then what power is most appropriate?

The power of fire? As a wizard, Abel mastered the magic of fire elements, but somehow, a strange feeling in his heart directly denied that possibility, which was a perception of consciousness.

Is that the power of ice? Ice is defensible and controllable, but without the perception of inspiration, Abel already knows the answer, because what the knight wants is the strongest offense and the strongest defense, but ice is too low in attack, not what he's looking for.

The power of electricity is too unstable. Without the help of the Heradic squares, each time he uses the electrical spell, it is the maximum attack power. The attack effect of the electrical spell is generally the lowest attack effect, so it is even less likely to be combined with the Knight's power. The attack he wants is the most powerful attack.

Abel checked all the forces, and the power of Druid's soul was either vetoed by himself or by consciousness.

The slightest sense of helplessness that never appeared in the over-frequency state appeared in his mind, and the unprecedented 'soul medicine' seemed unable to help him solve the problem.

Looking back at what has happened since the soul entered the world, a scene appeared in his mind. The knight may not be the most powerful profession, but he has insisted on his profession since childhood. Many times the crisis has relied on the ability of the knight to survive.

Just as Abel felt powerless, there was a grey shadow in his soul, a familiar feeling that was born, the power of space, from the Holy Continent to the Dark Continent countless times, and from the Dark Continent to the Holy Continent, he could feel the presence of that power, but he could never master it.

At this time, this power was inspired by his strong consciousness, the deepest hidden in his soul, a space force created by the repeated crossings of the two worlds.

Probably because the soul was also passing through, he found that he could command the grey shadow to leave the soul and merge with the golden fighting, then his body jumped off the ground and the lightweight sword in his hand struck out forwards.

With the splitting of the light long sword, a dark golden elongated fighting temper flew out with the long sword, with a hint of grey in the dark golden elongated fighting temper.

The dark golden elongated pipe first touched a huge stone, then the stone, like a hot knife cut into butter, was silently cut in half, which is not over. At the next long distance of nearly 80 meters, all the stones, regardless of size, were silently cut in half as long as they were blocked before the dark golden elongated pipe.