Son of the Olden Days

The old man’s words were calm and fluent. Although there was suspicion of bragging, at least it did not sound like an improvised story.

Saul did not raise any doubts, nor did he express admiration for the old man's cruelty of breaking his leg. He was actually stunned with a look of shock.

There is too much content in the old man's words, and Sol doesn't know where Campt is, let alone what the so-called promotion is, but these are not the most important.

What shocked him most was that the innate ability of "Meditation" could grow! If one's dark vision can be widened to a distance of ten steps away..., this is too significant for survival.

This feeling is like a door suddenly opened somewhere outside of my imagination, and behind the door is the mystery and unknown that I have never set foot in.

The old man was very satisfied with Sol's dumbfounded reaction. He looked at Sol, his wilted eyes gradually becoming sharper.

"So are you ready? Embark on the great road of warriors, and from then on you will enter a vast world full of adventures, where there are strange things you never dreamed of."

Sol almost nodded without hesitation, he didn't care about the old man's bewilderment in his heart. In his opinion, it didn't matter what path he took, as long as it was more conducive to survival.

For an orphan in the country, any seemingly inconspicuous opportunity has a reason to be seized.

"Very well, before you show your worthless determination, I will first tell you how a fighter exists."

"Whether in the team or in the wilderness, where is the most dangerous, where is the place where soldiers should stay."

"Unlike the cowardly junk who only dared to hide behind the team and throw a few fireballs and shoot a few bows and arrows, fighters are often the profession with the highest casualty rate in the team, because no matter what comes, the fighter is always the one who stands in the front. ."

"They are a strong shield, a stubborn iron, the embodiment of blood, an unyielding legend."

"Whether you are in adversity or dangerous road, you can bleed, you can lose your life, but you must have the courage to face life and death at any moment. Can you do this?"

Facing the old man's aggressive and fierce gaze, Saul tilted his head to avoid the splashing drool of the opponent and muttered:

"But didn't you escape from the wilderness yourself...?"

The old man was choked by Sol's sudden words and rolled his eyes, then roared:

"...Idiot! That's a tactical evacuation! Evacuation! Understand?"

Next, the old man started his first class.

He said that the warrior is a complicated profession. In the team, the warrior not only serves as the team's sword, but also as the team's shield when necessary. In the ancient kingdom and the light calendar period before the dark calendar, the warrior can even be a good bow and sword role in the team.

However, since entering the dark calendar, the continent has been covered by darkness, the archers have lost their vision, and the knights can no longer charge with their horses. With the decline of these characteristic professions, the world's positioning of fighters has gradually become blurred.

People may judge that the sword is a swordsman and the magic wand is a magician, but it is difficult to judge a warrior.

In theory, whether it is a dagger, a long sword, a meteor hammer, or a tomahawk, a short spear, a knight gun, a real warrior must be able to use any weapon proficiently to achieve the purpose of damage and destruction.

However, among the many choices, due to the differences in strength between individuals and the consideration of their own balance, most fighters tend to choose the long sword as a weapon of specialization. Therefore, people often confuse swordsmen and fighters.

The old man pointed out that the biggest difference between a warrior and a swordsman is faith.

Most swordsmen tend to regard the sword in their hands as faith. They believe that the sword is justice and truth.

With a long sword in their hands, they can travel through the forest and beat the leaves, and when necessary, they can let more people hear their voices through the sharp blade in their hands.

The source of warrior belief varies from person to person, or everyone can become a warrior.

For the king, for the salvation of the world, for the loved one, you can hear a beautiful story before going to bed. In short, why do you fight, what is your belief.

After talking about the meaning of the existence of fighters, and talking about some basic tactical theories, the old man suddenly asked a question when the one-day course was over.

"If one day you are besieged by three powerful enemies, their strength is far superior to yours by several levels, and all your escape possibilities are blocked, what will you do then?"

Thor heard it inexplicably, since all the premises have been fixed, the strength is not enough and there is no escape, this is a mortal situation, then what else can be done besides waiting for death.

This question seems meaningless, but Sol feels that the old man shouldn't use this question to amuse himself.

"This is just a simple assessment. If you pass, I will continue to guide you in some practical exercises tomorrow."

"If you can't get it through, then you don't need to bring food anymore. The so-called learning ends here. The friendship of a meal is worth it."

"You can think about it and tell me your answer tomorrow." The old man said at last.

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"My answer is that I will choose a method of death and try to preserve the last dignity."

"But I think the point of the problem is not the result, but before the situation is formed."

"If I was cautious before that, I might be able to detect the enemy's maliciousness in advance through some channels. As long as I have the first opportunity, I can lay out in the dark to eliminate them one by one. Even if I find that those who come are invincible, I can Take the opportunity to escape when you still have more energy."

"In short, when the unsolvable situation of the three people besieged and killed, I had no chance to correct my mistakes. My mistake was that I didn't take the enemy seriously before that, and ultimately put myself in danger."

"Then at the end, I shall die."

Sol didn't know what answer to the strange question left by the old man yesterday, so he could only say a little bit, trying to express his thoughts clearly.

There was no expression of appreciation or refutation on the old man's face, and he took the topic after listening to Sol's answer silently.

"Very well, at least you have your own ideas."

"Extending from the back of this question is what I really want to tell you."

"Even if you are lucky in your life, you will not encounter too many twists and turns, but you will always have many opportunities to see the insolvency of others in your journey."

"Let you see it, not to make you feel about the impermanence of the world, but to learn from it and develop a habit of empathy, if you are in the game, how to break the game."

"Summing up the experience from other people's defeats for your own use, this should be helpful for your future adventure career and for an orphan who is struggling in the world with a weak body."

"In short, remember that before you decide to do something that you are not sure about, you would rather tedious planning in advance than to survive afterwards. And even if the situation is favorable, you have to observe carefully and cherish every opportunity you get first. , Always be a hunter hiding in the dark."

After speaking, the old man ended the topic and started a new day of lessons.

Although what the old man said sounded like vague truths, Saul was still very grateful. He couldn't help but think of a sentence he once read in a book:

"True masters often travel between the countryside. Most of them may have outstanding skills, but they may not be good teachers. Because they will only teach you what you want to know, but they will never teach you what he knows. all."

Judging by this standard, the old man in front of him may be a reliable mentor.

Yesterday I finished talking about the meaning of the soldier's existence and some tactical theories. Today, I entered the actual combat practice stage.

From the basic posture of holding the sword, the strength and direction of the sword swing, to the simple actions such as chopping, cutting, stab, and block. Then there are a series of practical basic swordsmanship skills, such as brushing, slap, stab, staggered, and over-shouldered.

The old man’s narration was very complicated and detailed, but he couldn’t demonstrate it personally, so Saul himself could only put a branch there and put it into action, and then the old man used words to guide and correct it.

Some skills that had never been mastered began to slowly become clear in Thor's mind.

For three whole days, except for sleeping, Thor stayed with the old man.

For three days, Saul greedily and attentively experienced every word the old man said, even if he couldn't understand it for a while, he would try to remember it in his heart.

The old man was not joking. His time was indeed running out. He would often stop coughing after a few sentences, and occasionally vomit blood. Some abnormal ulcers appeared on the surface of his body, and purple-black pus and blood flowed out from the wound because of the toxicity in the body.

This is a visible exhaustion from the inside out, and Thor can clearly feel that time is stealing the last vitality of the old man bit by bit.

It's a pity that my poor insight cannot tell what poison the old man is in. Thor can only do his best to dig out the carrion on the surface of the wound for the old man, then apply some herbs to the wound and do some simple treatment.

On the second day, in addition to food, Sol also brought antidote and therapeutic agents that he formulated after repeated attempts.

He wasn't sure whether his crappy pharmacy apprenticeship was reliable, but he knew that even if these medicaments were really effective, the old man's physical condition was irretrievable.

On the third day, the old man's condition was getting worse and worse, his consciousness gradually blurred, and even his words became intermittent and weak.

"I have taken you on the road, but unfortunately I don't have time to teach you more."

"Most of the time a warrior is practicing is dull and lonely, I don't know how far you can go on this road."

"But you have to remember that no matter how many times you repeatedly swing the sword, what you have to do is not only use your head to remember these actions, but also use your body to remember them. Let them go deep into your bone marrow and become your body's instinct. "

"These single sword skills do not have much power in themselves. You must use the surrounding environment when facing the enemy, combine them with your own understanding and use them."

"Also, no matter what you fight for in the future and what kind of powerful enemies you face, remember to stay calm. One day the weapon in your hand will become an extension of your will. Only then will you truly be called a fighter."

After enduring the pain and leaving the instructions, the old man finally said:

"Today, I will teach you'cohesion' as my last gift."

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