"During the hunting competition, all students must enter the Warcraft Mountains and complete tasks of specified difficulty and quantity. However, as freshmen, there are no mandatory tasks in your first year, but you must also enter and stay inside until the end of the competition. .Of course you can also try the challenge mission, but please remember that the mortality rate for freshmen in previous years’ challenge missions was 50%!”
"50%! Then we'd better experience the atmosphere of the competition." Bufan took a deep breath and challenged half to death? This teacher probably doesn’t want the new students to die, right? Who would want to accept the challenge if there is no mandatory requirement for such a high mortality rate? As a good student with passion and rationality in the new era, there is no reason to jump into the pit on your own.
"What kind of mission should we take? How about taking a few simple ones to try?" Feifan had a good idea, but Dick's words were not surprising and he kept dying. Not only did he want to take on the mission, but he also wanted to take on multiple missions.
"Dick, are you serious?" Bufan looked at Dick with deep confusion.
"Of course! What's so serious about this?"
"This is 50%! This is not the passing rate, but the death rate, Dick!"
"Yes, I think the odds are pretty good."
"Indeed, the young monk also thinks that this probability is not bad, enough for us to take the risk."
"Why is this?" There is obviously a safer and more appropriate way, so why take the risk? Bufan said he didn’t understand!
"Bufan, do you still remember the vice president we met yesterday?"
"Vice president? Uncle!"
"Yes, the academy is not a greenhouse. It does not cultivate delicate flowers. Only by going through hardships can we grow. The vice president is right. There are not so many smooth sailings in life. When encountering difficulties, be unafraid and move forward courageously. !So I think we should take on the challenge mission.”
"I... I'll think about it again!" Bufan knew in his heart that Dick was right, but he still couldn't get over that hurdle. Was he timid? Or cowardly? When did you start to feel like this?
Dick nodded to Bufan and did not rush him. He understood Bufan's worries, but nothing is ever absolutely certain. Just do it if you feel you can.
"Okay, that's it for the introduction. Next is your course selection." At this point, Liz waved to the audience, and saw a girl in school uniform stand up in the first row. , walked towards the podium, still holding a stack of lists in her hand.
When Bufan saw the person coming to the podium clearly, he was stunned for a moment and subconsciously blurted out, "Is it her?"
"Oh, Bufan, do you know her?"
"Well, how should I put it? She is a kind-hearted senior, but she just likes to tease others."
After a pause, Bufan continued: "And she was the first person to invite me into the club."
"Oh, is that so?" Dick looked at the other person, and then at the teacher on the podium.
"But they look similar. They should be sisters, right?"
"Probably...right?" Bufan glanced at the two people standing on the podium. They were two beautiful scenery.
"It's sisters!" An unexpected voice came, Bufan was very surprised.
"Jeno? Are you not in a daze?"
Hearing this, Geno turned his head and looked at Bufan with some confusion, and asked uncertainly: "Have I... ever been in a daze?"
"Uh, I don't know, just ask Dick." Bufan didn't know how to answer Geno's words, so he quickly threw the ball towards Dick.
"Haha, Geno, there is no need to worry about such a small thing as whether you are in a daze or not. Just listen carefully." Dick was worthy of being Dick, and he solved the problem in just a few words like a spring breeze.
At this time, Leah beside the podium began to speak, and she lifted up the pile of lists in her hand and shook it.
"The list in my hand is the course schedule. You will get the list in your hands later. After reading it carefully, you can just tick the courses you want to learn."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lia immediately threw the list in her hand over her head, humming an unknown language softly in her mouth, and then the list floating in the air flew toward the freshmen as if being pulled by a thread, and landed on each freshman. above the head of the head, and just far enough to reach it with a hand.
"This is?"
"Geno, can you do this?" Dick asked Geno next to him.
"No, the most I can do is place the fireball at the podium, and it may not reach directly above the podium, let alone control the height difference." Geno replied directly without thinking.
"My abilities are about the same. That senior sister is really tight!"
Seeing the admiring expression on Dick's face, Bufan asked Dar, "Dar, do you understand? I always have a feeling of incomprehension."
Dar nodded, then shook his head and said: "If you don't understand Bufan, I think you can explain it in another way. It's like the difference between stabbing a tree with your sword and stabbing a rope." , or to be more extreme, the difference from a trace of hair.”
After hearing Dar's explanation, Bufan understood a little bit. This is just like the hit rate. Some people hit the target with 100 shots, while some people missed the target with one shot.
"I thought it was a very advanced technique?"
"No, that's just the simplest technique, the Wind Drawing Technique. It's a technique that any wind mage can do, just like the fireball technique that any fire mage like Geno can do. However, the low-level technique The magician appears to be at an advanced level, which is not something ordinary people can do."
"Yeah!" Bufan suddenly understood Aunt Jill's performance at that time, which was a sign of precise control.
The magic side is really full of endless charm! If he didn't have that talent, maybe he would have chosen to be a noble magician. Bufan sighed and took the list floating above his head and read it.
There is a lot of content in the list, but generally speaking, it is divided into eight categories, which correspond to the eight major departments of swordsmanship, magic, fighting skills, formations, and theology. Bufan consciously looked beyond the many items and looked at the field of swordsmanship.
It says:
Swordsmanship Instructor: Lincoln
Teaching content: basic swordsmanship, military swordsmanship, flash sword skills, and five elements step coordination skills.
Teaching time: the first week of each month, morning and afternoon from Monday to Friday.
Bufan continued reading and read the profiles of several swordsmanship instructors in succession. He found that the teaching contents were all similar. Every teacher taught basic swordsmanship, and the rest may be some practical swordsmanship or unique swordsmanship. The teaching time varies, but the maximum teaching time is only 10 days per month.
"Why do I feel like there is so little time for teaching? I thought there would be a full range of courses every day?" Bufan's impression of martial arts only ended when he followed the children in the town to pursue martial arts.
The person who taught them at that time was a retired veteran. The training content was nothing more than basic sword moves such as splitting, picking, and stabbing. However, because he practiced every day, Bufan felt that his strength was improving bit by bit every day. Accumulation, every day is very fulfilling.
"This is normal. After all, students have their own tasks to complete, and teachers also have their own things to do. It's good to be able to spare some time for teaching. Besides, the teachers at Elas Academy don't know how to do anything. I’ll teach you one move at a time, and after showing you the essentials of the movements, you’ll have to practice on your own.”
"That's it!" Bufan nodded and continued to look down.
"This is?"
Suddenly, a familiar yet unfamiliar name came into view. I'd say it's familiar. I've heard this name no less than ten times today, and it makes my ears tingle. I'd say it's unfamiliar, but I've never seen a real person before.
"Oh, what's wrong?" Dick turned to look at Bufan.
"Now, I didn't expect that the teacher Raphael I was looking for was actually in there." Bufan pointed to a corner of the list and said with a smile.
Regarding this teacher's profile, Bufan said that it was really a 'brief' introduction!
Swordsmanship teacher: Raphael
Teaching content: basic swordsmanship
Teaching time: two mornings in the first week of each month
"His course is too simple. Will anyone really sign up for it?" Bufan was a little confused. Most people would lose interest when they saw this introduction.
"There may be very few students who sign up for Mr. Raphael. After all, most of the students who know him have mastered basic swordsmanship, but those who don't know him feel that the content is too little and don't want to go. I think maybe they don't actually plan to be a teacher. Yes, but there is a reason why I have to be a teacher, so the fewer students I have, the easier it will be, so there will be less content to fill in." Dick's knowledge of Raphael was limited to what he learned from others. , but a more reasonable analysis can be made from these alone. Dick's observation is still very keen.
"That's it!" But to be honest, out of so many teachers, Bufan only knows Raphael. The profiles of other teachers look pretty good, but Teacher Raphael seems to be quite famous. Which one should I choose? Woolen cloth.
"What do you choose?" He couldn't help but treat the choice that affected the start with caution.
"Bufan, in fact, you don't have to worry too much, like me." Dick pointed at the course list, "I am a magician, find the theology class, I have learned the basics of theology before, so the theology in the teaching content I don’t need to read the basics anymore. You don’t have to read the theological prayers and the like. After that, there are attack prayers, defensive prayers and blessing prayers. I am somewhat lacking in the field of blessing prayers, so I can choose They come to perfect themselves. So, the key is to see what you want?"
"What do you want?" Bufan, who knew what he wanted, no longer focused on anything else. Of course, what he wanted was to learn swordsmanship systematically. What else could be more systematic about basic swordsmanship? After understanding what he wanted, Bufan immediately asked the teacher. Phil had a tick on it.
"Xiao Tili, we will be the same disciple from now on. Next time you see me, you will call me senior brother, do you understand?"
Tilix next to her didn't react at all. She stared at the podium motionlessly, with an expressionless look on her face, and she didn't know if she heard it.
"Bufan, I have to remind you that Teacher Raphael only teaches the first grade, and the second year will be taught by the second-year teacher."
"Well, then I'll just have to be Little Tilly's senior brother for one year." After hearing Dick's words, Bufan curled his lips in displeasure.
"Bufan, I'm sorry to tell you some unfortunate news. Tilix is Teacher Raphael's only disciple, and you are just the teacher's student. Disciple and student are different. If we really want to talk about it, you are just a spectator. Yes, and even if you really become Teacher Raphael’s disciple, then you are also Tilix’s junior brother, after all, there is a saying of first come, first served.”
"Dick, can you finish your sentence at once? Are you always happy to see my jokes?" The other party was very sinister, very helpless.
However, the two people talking did not notice that Tilix, who was sitting unchanged, raised her head slightly after hearing the word "junior brother" and looked towards the sky, as if she was thinking about something...
