"The immortal soul, the Nirvana of the ancestors, the eternal cycle of life, the patron saint of disaster seeds, summon the puppet in my name!"
As a burst of rapid and low mantra chanting sounded, the two puppets made of rocks instantly opened their eyes. They took heavy steps and crushed towards the enemy.
"Light blue ripples, magic energy fountains, criss-crossing water lines, blocking all dirty prying eyes, in my name, the torrent barrier!"
A slightly green voice sounded at the same time, and a faint magical fluorescence gushed out from the top of the staff. But compared to the two rock puppets, this low-level water shield seemed a bit childish.
But fortunately, the rock puppets had no intention of attacking. One of them opened his arms and slowly squeezed the magic shield. The other stood there blankly, without any action.
A minute later, veins popped up on the young man's forehead, and the torrent barrier also cracked due to the chaos of magic power. The old man not far away sighed when he saw this situation, but he had no intention of immediately dispelling the rock puppet.
"If you only have this ability, then just die today to avoid embarrassing me in the future! You are useless, just hold on!"
"Have you forgotten what I once taught you? Hold your breath and concentrate. The more life and death are at stake, the more you must relax your mind. Anxiety cannot change any outcome, it can only make you die without a burial place!"
"Since the incantation has been recited long ago, why are you still holding the staff with both hands? Use one hand to absorb the magic crystal. Although it is not much, it is better than waiting to die like you are now!"
"Remember, being strong is no reason to slack off, and being weak is no excuse to give up. Work hard to the limit, and then step into the Hall of Valor with your chest and head raised high!"
The old man's name is Buck, a wandering mage, a stone mage, the holder of the Secret Staff (two-handed staff), and a Sisai native. He came to Iron Hook Island more than 20 years ago because he was tired of the intrigues among the principalities.
In Greystone City, from that day on, Buck finally lived a life free from the world.
"Water bomb!" However, what responded to his words was not the other party's begging for mercy or an explosion, but the sudden condensation of several basic water attack spells.
The secret command staff drew a graceful curve in mid-air, and the water bullet hit the magic shield, leaving only a few water marks in the end.
However, just such a small episode made the old man who was still angry show a smile. He stared calmly at the young man not far away, that petite body that always worked hard to maintain the barrier of the rapids.
A string of blood gushes out from the corner of the mouth, and then falls to the ground one after another. The joints of the left hand holding the magic crystal turn slightly white, and the magic circle in the right hand trembles violently.
The boy's name is Enthoven, Russell's only son, Buck's disciple, and the future sole heir of Iron Hook Island. Although he has a cowardly character and is a bit dull, his willpower is extremely amazing.
The stone magic power dissipated quickly, and the two rock puppets that were baring their teeth and claws a second ago have now collapsed, as if they had never appeared.
The young man finally collapsed to the ground, but his hands were always firmly holding his staff and magic crystal. Buck nodded with satisfaction, but there was no joy in his brows.
"You are still too weak. There is still a long way to go before you reach a high level."
"Talent is very important, but you don't have the understanding. If you plan to give up, I won't blame you."
Buck handed the other party a bottle of magic potion and then whispered. In his eyes, the prince of Iron Hook Island was only a high-level magician at his limit.
Therefore, instead of wasting all your time on cultivation, it is better to learn more about how to govern a principality, which is worse than regretting it in the future.
"No! This is my decision. Even if I stand still for the rest of my life, I will never give up practicing, because I am a magician!"
Enthoven stared at the old man stubbornly, with some blood stains still hanging on his white lips. He didn't like war and was more interested in unknown things.
"Okay! Well said! Hahaha, I just like idiots like you. I hope you can slap the old guy in the face hard one day!" The man who had been leaning in the shade of the tree curled his lips and then became very interested.
He looked at the pair of master and disciple in front of him.
This person's name is Lucio, the Wandering Knight and the Smokey Knight. Although he has the strength of the Glory Knight, he rarely shows it to others, even when he was exiled by the Principality of Floy.
"Enthofen, today is almost over. You go and take a rest. I have something to say to the old guy." Lucio lit a cigarette and then waved his hand to signal the other party to leave immediately.
Upon hearing this, Prince Enthoven of Tiegou Island bowed and saluted. After confirming the time for the next battle, he turned around and walked out of the small courtyard.
"He is wrong, and so are you. One day in the future, he will regret his impulsive decision when he was young. You must know that in addition to professionals, there are many joys to be found in this world."
Each smoke ring gradually expanded in mid-air, and finally disappeared completely. Lucio changed to a more comfortable position, and even took out a bag of ale from the storage bag.
"Although Enthoven is determined, he does not have the qualifications to become a peak powerhouse. That is a gift from the gods. I don't have it, and neither do you."
Lucio threw a wine bag to the other party, and then spoke again. As an outsider on Tiegou Island, he did not want his friend to cause disaster because of this.
"As long as he is still willing to learn, I will teach him to the end. If I take a step back, the worst case is that I will leave. There will always be a place for me to live in the world."
"Don't tell me that you just want to say this nonsense today. If you have anything to say, just say it. No one here will hear you."
Buck smiled bitterly and shook his head, and then released the magic defense barrier again. He knew his friend very well, and he would never talk so much unless something really happened.
"The owner of Crab Island came a few days ago, and so did the beautiful lady. You didn't attend the dinner, but I was very drunk."
"You also know that I am a very sensitive person. When I was in a trance, I noticed something strange about the other two. It was like a magician looking at an ignorant audience."
"The monthly visit time suddenly advanced, and the Kraken Kraken appeared on the rocky coast of the Principality of Cambay again. Don't tell me this is all a coincidence."
Lucio's face was hidden behind the smoke, but his voice was extremely clear, and every word was transmitted to the other person's ears. After speaking, he habitually stroked his sword, a sword engraved with rose patterns. "I will inform Russell about this, but as for how to make a decision, it is not something you and I can control."
"The evil tiger (the emblem of the Cambay Principality) wants to hunt and prey, the brown bear (the emblem of the Iron Hook Island clan) cannot survive, and the squid (the emblem of the Crab Island clan) can only sneak into the deep sea."
"However, I can only choose to stay, because Enthoven is my apprentice. As for you, don't tell me when you leave, the gods will guide you in the direction."
Buck waved the Secret Order Staff again, and the magic defense barrier disappeared in an instant. Lucio looked at the other party's leaving figure, first shook his head, and then let out a long sigh.
His sight passed through the sea of rocks, through Serken City, through the Twilight Mountains, and finally settled on a lonely grave. That was his lover. The withered bones had long been buried in the soil, but the voice and smile in his mind
, but there has been no change for more than ten years.