Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 3

2021-02-01

Chapter 3 What is a sorcerer?
"Is wrestling fun?" Winters asked.

Winters and Ike, walking off the field, are helping each other take off their training armor.

The weapon of critique is clearly inferior to the critique of the weapon, and Winters punches Ike hard in the back.

Ike is Axel's nickname, as Axel's friends usually call him.

The fist hit Ike with a muffled sound, but Ike didn't feel anything—he was still wearing training armor, and Winters was numb from the pain.

"Hurry up and get rid of my burden. If I wear it for a while, it will be fatal." Ike supported.

The training armor they wear is essentially half of the cavalry's full body armor. This armor is difficult to put on by one person, and even more troublesome to take off.

So in sword technique class, two people who fight each other help each other to put on and unarmor.

After the two took off their training armor, they hurriedly took off their armored clothes. Their armored clothes were completely soaked as if they had just been fished out of the water.

The reason why Xia Bijian is so painful is that this cotton-padded coat has as much responsibility as the sun.

In the Gulf of Cenas, this cotton suit is perfectly suitable for winter clothing, but wearing it in summer becomes a kind of torture.

"How did the Knights wear this to fight in the summer? Do they have to wear chainmail again?" Ike sighed as he took it off.

"Isn't it over if you don't fight in the summer? If you have to fight, the enemy has to wear such a full set anyway, so who will survive." Winters continued to chat without content.

They put the long sword and armor on the stone bench, ran topless to the large water tank in the corner of the training room, and began to slam the salt water.

Where did the salt water come from? It was the sword technique instructor who had prepared a big tank in advance, enough for the people in the training room to drink.

People in this era do not understand what is ionic balance, nor what is water intoxication.

But the instructors at Luyuan already know that one should never drink a lot of water after sweating violently, otherwise, there is a risk of life.

This valuable experience, they paid two lives as tuition.

The salty water in the sword technique class actually contains such a profound and simple truth: the use of a certain technique does not mean that you need to understand the deep principles of the technique.

A bird doesn't know why it can fly, it just can fly.

After a good drink, the two slowly walked away from the stone bench of the playback equipment.

In the playing field, the long sword of "ding ding dong dong" banged and stopped.

Ike remembered how an officer should behave, and Winters slumped to the ground, comforted by the cool touch of the slate.

As soon as the body relaxes, the pain comes back.

The pain in his left shoulder kept reminding him that you just dropped eight points.

He looked at his left shoulder, a large area had been smashed into azure, and the bruise had spread all the way to the collarbone.

"Seriously." Winters coughed. "I thought I was split in two by you."

Ike also saw the bruises on Winters' shoulders. Some guilt: "It's my time to pull back."

Does Winters really have a grudge against Ike? of course not.

He is very clear: it is normal to compare swords and bump into bumps. If there is no danger, why wear heavy armor?
Ned's Long Sword Technique has a special training sword, which is safer.

But the instructor insisted that the officers and students compete with real swords without a sharp edge.

Winters didn't care about Ike's sword, he didn't have anything to say because he was nervous, subconsciously covering for his next question.

He moved his throat, deliberately avoiding eye contact, pretending to be focused on the arena, and only showing Ike the back of his head.

He took a nonchalant attitude and asked Ike casually, "I'm curious myself, how did I get seventeen points? You let me in the first few rounds?"

"No." Ike's tone was natural and sincere: "I only want to win when I fight, how can I care about the handicap? I was also so impatient when you beat me that I couldn't even hold the sword in the end."

Winters gently exhales one breath saying, the more he pretends he doesn't care, the more he cares. It is an honor in itself to get a match point in the hands of the Master.

He suddenly had some regrets, because he really had a chance to win this game.

No matter what you think in your heart, you must not show timidity, Winters said with a big smile: "Fart! I think you have already thought about the script. Let me get the match point first, and then I will be cool. Comeback."

Ike laughed too.

The swordsmen on the field played a brilliant round of offense and defense, and Winters and Ike also applauded.

"You... actually need more practice." Ike said suddenly and earnestly: "Practice strength first, then spend more time on sword technique. You just won."

The two shirtless, Ike's muscles are obviously more linear than Winters.

Winters' body, which can only be politely called well-proportioned, is far from being strong.

"You never engage in self-discipline training, and you don't practice more. You haven't lifted stone bells, you haven't pulled stone grinders, and you spend most of your time making up for sleep." Ike concluded: "This way you You can also get seventeen points, I think you're good enough."

Winters was speechless: "I really don't know if you're complimenting me or mocking me..."

"Of course it's a compliment! The highest level of compliment!" Ike stood up suddenly, drew out his long sword, and made three empty swings.

Every time, the blade swept the same trajectory and stopped at the same position, exactly the same.

Iger leaned on the long sword and said to Winters: "The formidable power of a musket relies on the gunpowder, but the formidable power of the sword technique relies on the muscles. Skill cannot replace strength. You don't practice strength...

"Stop talking. " Winters interrupted Ike: "Go away, I'm looking for something." "

"What? "

"Ground seam, I'm going to get in." "

"I'm really complimenting you. "

Winters changed to a more comfortable reclining position, and drowsily said, "Truth hurts more than lies." Just spare me, Master. "

[Master] in Winters' mouth is the abbreviation of [sword technique Master Fencing Master].

In the Cenas Alliance, this is not a title that can be used casually.

It is an official title that needs to be certified by the Blacksmiths Guild.

Only those who have widely recognized and learned the theory of sword technique are eligible to be selected as a Sword Technique Master.

So far, no living person has received this honor.

Ike has a wide waist, broad shoulders and long body. , is a natural swordsman.

He started to learn Ned's Long Sword Technique when he entered the pre-school, and soon he played all the invincible hands of the same class, even someone like Winters who practiced Ned's Long Sword Technique since childhood. He is also no match for him.

When Ike's strength grows, he will be upgraded to an invincible player of all ages.

All officers from Luyuan have learned Ned's Long Sword Technique. But no matter who comes, I can't get 20 points in Ike's hands.

It can be said that Lu Yuan can't try Ike's depth now.

He His level is a notch above everyone here, he is the uncrowned king, the chief swordsman without a title.

So I don't know when it started, Ike got the nickname [sword technique Master], and soon It is also simplified as [Master ].

When the chat atmosphere is pleasant, even the teachers will call him [Master ] jokingly.

A year ago, General Taylor, Minister of Army of the Union Province, came to the land The hospital inspected and learned that the officer and student in front of him was called Axel, and he blurted out, "Are you that Master? "

Since then, the nickname has spread farther.

But Winters rarely uses the nickname because it has a hint of curse - no living person can get it. This title.

"You... I guess when you come back next year, your old foundation will be lost. "Ike earned and well-meant advised to Winters.

Winters is lazily: "In my opinion, for a military commander, a smart head is more important than a strong muscle. It is my duty to maintain adequate sleep. "

"And think about it, if I practice hard, I still can't beat you, what should I do? Isn't that bad? " Winters made a calculation: "So if you don't practice, you don't lose money. "

"The Veneta." "Ike didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "The Veneta! "

Winters rolled over: "I was sent to the Union Province to study preparatory school when I was thirteen years old. You said that I am a Veneta, and the Veneta may still regard me as a Union province." If there is anything wrong with me as a Veneta, it must be because of being nurtured in the United Provinces. "

The sound of sword fighting stopped, and another group of officers and students was replaced.

"Sometimes I can't help but think." Ike suddenly felt sad: "The owners of these armors, they have practiced using weapons longer than me, and they wear thicker armor than me." Wasn't he dragged from the horse and killed in the end? Is personal bravery really meaningful to war? "

"You're a little immoral. "Winters laughed heartily: "Grab my lines. After all, you have to lose before you are qualified to make such remarks. "

Ike is more serious: "I have had this idea for a long time, and I understand why you don't practice sword technique." You are a sorcerer, I can compete with sword technique. If you were on a real battlefield, you could kill me with a spell. "

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It's not a secret that there are sorcerers among officers and students. Even if it's a secret, it can't be hidden from the classmates who get along with each other day and night.

For most people— —including a long-educated para-officer like Ike—the sorcerer image is forever associated with pointed hats, towers, white-bearded old men, and wacky folklore.

If not for military school, Ai I've never seen a sorcerer in my life that can breathe -- and certainly not one that can't.

People with the spell innate talent are rare.

More For a child with spell innate talent, how to screen out those with innate talent from the vast crowd and cultivate them into magicians is even more difficult.

It's so difficult that people who are not magicians simply don't know where to start degree.

The known magicians on this world are all the mages/court mages of feudal monarchs.

They are the scholars of emperors, khans, sultans and great nobles , advisors, bodyguards, and goons, serving only at the very top of the feudal clique.

The magicians walk in the court of the feudal monarchs, and the common people simply have no chance to see them—and they should beg themselves not to Meet the magician.

Who are those court mages who use pseudonyms? Are they really human? At what age were they chosen? How were they trained to be magicians?
These secrets are probably only known to the magician and the rulers themselves.

The screening technology of potential people, the training plan of magician, and the realization method of spell are all secrets strictly kept by the top of the ruling group.

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Ordinary person's perception of magician is basically between "the witch will take you away and eat you if you cry again" and "the brave Prince received a Divine Sword from a reclusive mage to win an empire". Time.

The Senus Alliance, a country established by the common people to overthrow the emperor and nobles, is of course impossible to have magician.

Not only there is no magician, the alliance is also the main victim of the feudal ruling class's monopoly on magic power Countless officers and soldiers died at the hands of Richard IV's court mages in the Sovereign War, in which the Confederates won the country's independence.

The Mad Emperor When the court mage is put on the battlefield, the foul wind will be set off. and bloody rain.

And until the Emperor withdrew, the Alliance militia failed to capture or kill any of the court mages.

The Alliance's magical battle strength was born after the war.

The emperor retreated, after the alliance was established.

"Magician without spell innate talent", Major General of the Army, scholar [Antoine Laurent] summed up his experience of facing court mages many times in the war, and finally figured out how to identify the possessor A human with the spell Innate Ability.

General Antoine Laurent immediately invented the matching detection tool.

The Union Army has screened children and youth with spell innate talent annually across the Union from this moment on.

And then "convinced" the parents of these children by means of reasoning, bribing, intimidation, etc., and put all these children into military schools at all levels.

The seedlings are there, but new problems follow.

How to train a child with spell innate talent into a magician like a court mage? Everyone in the alliance has a black eye.

Magician's training system is one of the core competitiveness of the ruling group. It has always been an unspread secret, and there is no external experience to learn from.

It was General Antoine Laurent who led the formation of the Army Magic Warfare Bureau and began to cross the river by feeling the stones.

The Magic Warfare Bureau starts from a blank sheet of paper, and it is difficult to explore the way to cultivate the sorcerer and the way to realize the spell.

To this day, the Magic Warfare Bureau has been established for 25 years, and finally has made some achievements.

The war bureau initially divided magic into two major disciplines: magic and alchemy, and initially divided spell into three categories: fire, acceleration, and sound.

Twelve spells have been reproduced, and a sorcerer training system with "independent intellectual property rights" has been initially formed.

Because magician is traditionally equivalent to court mage.

In order to show the difference, the Alliance did not continue to use the term "magician", but called its own spell capable "sorcerer".

In fact, even the Magic Warfare Bureau doesn't know if it's the right way or the wrong way.

The high-level officials of the republics generally believe that although the Magic Warfare Bureau claims to be cultivating magicians, the level of the sorcerer is too far from the court mages seen in the past.

The intuitive feeling is also a little different - maybe standing too close to the lack of mystery.

But the alliance sorcerer can indeed reproduce some spell effects that were seen on the battlefield back then.

as the saying goes: "haven't eaten pork, haven't seen a pig run yet?"

But this situation is very special now. The Alliance Army has only been hit by pigs, not only did not eat pork, but also did not see how the pigs ran.

Although the republics do not know whether the route opened up by General Antoine Laurent is right or wrong, but in line with the simple idea of "something is better than nothing", they still firmly support the continuation of the Magic Warfare Bureau. Go down.

Winters is a sorcerer, but he was only identified as a spell innate talent when he entered the Army Infant School.

Among the 171 cadets in his current year, 21 are sorcerers.

That's a pretty staggering proportion, with nearly half of Winters' age sorcerers in the Gulf Alliance here.

The other half of the sorcerers are mainly women, and a small number of men who are not physically fit to be officers.

The sorcerer all studied in infantry and cavalry, but none in artillery (the Army Officer Academy only has these three subjects).

This is because one of the design goals of the Army's sorcerer training system is to produce as many frontline officers as possible with spell capability.

The late General Antoine Laurent believed that the Confederates would be impossible for a long time to develop top-level spell capable of the court mage level.

Since it is impossible to take the elite line like a feudal country, it can only win by quantity.

Compared to the madman Richard IV's cautious use of magician ideas in the war, the strategy of the Alliance military is to deploy magic battle strength to the front line of the battlefield, and cultivate as many spells as possible. capable officer.

However, there were some deviations in the implementation of this policy...

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Winters originally thought that the students in the military school would at least have a basic understanding of the sorcerer. Got it, but didn't expect even Ike thought he could kill with a spell.

He reluctantly denied: "I don't practice sword technique because I'm lazy, and it has nothing to do with the status of the sorcerer. What about the sorcerer? Don't you still beat me?"

"But you I can't beat you with spell." Ike as it should be by rights.

"How do you want me to explain it to you?" Winters covered his face and let out a long sigh.

(end of this chapter)