Abe the Wizard

Dragging his weary body, Abel rode the black wind out of the space door, this time returning from a battle in the dark world, seemed to have the feeling that every battle was a bitter battle the first time he entered the dark world.

Burning Dead Archers capable of firing flame arrows, burning dead bodies capable of cutting out flame damage, sand knights who can attach 'flame fortification' spells to themselves, causing Abel a lot of trouble.

The good news is that, thanks to his ability to digitize the perspective of the world's stone debris, he has miraculously not been harmed at all, although he has been at the forefront of the battle.

Through the window of the Magic Tower, Abel saw Harry Castle bathed in the sun in the morning and was about to leave, with a lot of perseverance in his heart.

After breakfast, Abel went straight to the Order of Wizards of the Kingdom of St. Ellis, and when he left the Brigade and walked into the lobby, a voice came and stopped him.

“Master Abel, how could you be free to come here!” Abel knew this was a good friend of the Morton Wizard, the Joneson Wizard, and didn't expect to meet him here.

It's just that the words of the Jonson Wizard leave the entire Wizards Guild hall silent. The name of Master Abel is far louder in the Wizards Guild of the Kingdom of St. Ellis than anywhere else. Of all the eyes in the hall, except for the emotions of worship, admiration, envy, etc., the most common is fear.

Because the people of the Order of Wizards of the Kingdom of St. Ellis understand the consequences of enemies against Abel, whether wizards of the Principality of Keene or powerful high wizards, have died in Abel's hands without proof.

Especially the senior Coliver wizard, who nobody thought had been killed by Abel before Abel killed the three senior 17th wizards, but since the revelation of the killing of the three senior wizards, the death of the senior Coliver wizard no longer requires evidence to know who did it.

Abel felt the eyes of those around him and didn't feel much for them, because he rarely had the chance to come to the Saint Ellis Wizards Guild, and he wouldn't have come here if he hadn't come to Dunn's senior wizards to pick up the assignment.

“Hi Joneson Wizard, I'm here to pick up the Orc Battlefield mission from Dunn Wizard!” Abel bowed for a minute and said.

Joneson Wizard is one of the few wizards in the entire Guild of Wizards of the Kingdom of St. Ellis who has a passion for him. Abel is very grateful to Joneson Wizard because he was informed in advance of the plans of the senior Wizard of California and was able to escape from the Principality of Carmichael.

“Master Abel, you've been promoted so fast!” The Joneson Wizard said with some exclamation that Abel was still a little apprentice next to the Morton Wizard the first time he met Abel, and that when he saw him again, the entire Wizards Guild of the Kingdom of St. Ellis had to show him its full respect.

“Thank you again for your help!” Abe smiled and thanked him.

“Let me take you to Lord Dunn!” The Joneson Wizard looked around a little nervous and said.

“Thank you!” Abel nodded.

The Jonson Wizard put his hands gently over Abel's arm and then disappeared into the lobby.

Seeing Abel leave, the loud noise in the lobby returns, and everyone is discussing Abel's past intensely, there are speculations that such a big man will come to the sorcerers' guild.

“Abel, are you here?” Dunn's senior wizard stood in the living room smiling and said that although he was a descendant of his own family, Abel's identity was too high to be used to suppress Abel in his capacity.

Although Dunn's senior wizards did not greet him personally, it was also very generous to Abel to be able to stand up and welcome the descendants of his wizard family.

“Dunn Wizard!” Abel crossed his hands in his chest and greeted a wizard.

“I'm out of here first!” The Joneson Wizard brought Abel here, and he didn't want to stay any longer, saying goodbye to the two of them.

Under Abel's slight bow, the figure of the Joneson Wizard disappeared into the living room.

“Abel, have you told us all about your territory?” Dunn's senior wizard got up and poured Abel a cup of juice and asked kindly.

Dunn's senior wizard didn't communicate much with Abel, and he kept an eye on talking to Abel, giving him some goodwill.

“Dunn Wizard, the territory has been arranged, and I am here today to receive your Orc Battlefield mission!” Abel smiled and took the juice and bowed down.

“It's May, and this year's Orc Battlefield mission has actually begun!” Dunn's senior wizard sat down and said.

“Is the Orc Battlefield mission time-bound? Should I wait until next year to pick it up?” Abel asked somewhat puzzled that he had handed everything over.

“Generally, the official Orc Battlefield mission begins in June and ends three years later in June, but every year there is little new formal witch battle experience, let alone battlefield survival experience, so every year three months advance enrollment is made, which is when Miracle City arranges a special correction to train witches to survive on the battlefield.” Dunn's senior wizard explained.

“Battlefield survival training?” Abel now understands what this means. It is true that the official wizards who have just been promoted live in the Magic Tower. Although they will also be involved in some tasks, the risks of those tasks are minimal, which makes it pathetic that these wizards have little combat experience.

Throw these inexperienced wizards into the front lines of battle with the Orcs, with the result that there will be massive losses, and the wizards are not soldiers or knights, and can use one way to get the strongest of all.

Every wizard is very precious to the Holy Land. The process of training formal wizards is too difficult, and talent, resources, luck, etc. constrain the emergence of formal wizards.

“Abe, of course, you don't have to say much about your battlefield survival training. This kind of battlefield survival training is just a passing pass for you, so I've consulted with the Miracle City Guardian. You've been directly involved in battlefield survival training for over two months, even if it's a job spot this year!” Dunn's senior wizard laughed and explained.

“Thank you!” Abel knows that Dunn's senior wizard must have done a lot of work, otherwise this breaking of the rules would not have gone so smoothly.

“This is your Mission Identity Card and your Military Card. By the time you get to Miracle City, you will no longer be Abel, but the K3516 code name. The Miracle City defense will only recognize your Military Card!” Dunn's senior wizard gave Abel an identity card, he said.

Abel looked at the medal in his hand weirdly, which means he's a soldier from now on?

“I'm older, I can't remember anything, and I'll give you this too!” Dunn's senior wizard seemed to think of something else, taking out a silver mask and putting it in Abel's hands, he said.

“You mean let me hide my identity completely?” Abel took the silver mask and asked.

“It's not just you, all wizards enter Miracle City using military brand identities. Of course, some wizards use masks to cover their identities, and some don't. It depends on the preferences of the wizards, but even if you get fame outside, no one in Miracle City can take special care of you!” Dunn's senior wizard laughed.

“Why?” Abel knew that his identity was already very high on the Holy Land, and that even in the heart of mankind, the city of Leander would be honored, and why he would not receive any special attention in the city of Miracles.

“For the whole City of Miracles is governed by a Spirit, under which all wizards, soldiers and knights, etc. command, are impartial and selfless, and no one can influence it, even if this time you have joined the war survival training, by lawful means to obtain the consent of the Spirit.” Dunn's senior wizard explained to Abel.

The Spirit manages an important portal for mankind, who has come up with this crazy way, but turning his head and thinking, if it is a particularly intelligent spirit that manages an important portal for mankind, it is indeed safer than arranging a human being.

Because humans make mistakes, and spirits don't, and as long as there's enough data to support it, spirits as defensemen can do the right defense.