Heroes of Silver Moon

Simon's training log:

Seventeenth day:

Clifford, the instructor, came to me and asked how the preparations for the assessment were going, and then I asked, isn't there still thirteen days left?

Finally, I got a sad news. The end of January is the holiday of the college, and the date of the assessment is just three days later.

cry! Sadness flows like river!

"Ahhhhh! What is this I wrote!" Simon angrily tore the training log into pieces the size of a fingernail.

"Made, there are three days left for the assessment, hurry up and train me!" Simon's brain roared.

"Hey, didn't you let me play a few days ago?" Simon's thigh complained first, and then moved reluctantly.

After walking a few steps, Simon retreated into the room again.

"Thigh, what's going on, didn't I ask you to go to the training ground?" Seeing Simon retreating to the room, the brain asked in a daze.

"Hey, brain, think about me too, it's cold outside!", the skin that has always been very low-key spoke.

"Yeah, yeah, it's cold outside," Simon's limbs and torso echoed.

"Cold your sister! Hurry up and train me," Simon's brain roared with hatred.

"Heh, you are under the protection of Big Brother Skull, so you are exposed to the outside like the outside!" Hearing the roar of the brain, the skin sneered.

"Your sister, if I go out, everyone will die!" Hearing the cynicism from the skin, the brain roared even more angrily.

"Hehe, since you can't understand us, why should we listen to you? Don't forget, if you hadn't been clamoring to play, why would we go to training in this cold weather?"

Skin's words immediately aroused the echo of all parts of Simon's body.

"That's right, why did you ask me to pinch snowballs a few days ago? I was almost frozen to death." The first hands came out to condemn.

"I, didn't I just want to win other people?" Hearing the condemnation of both hands, the brain yelled again.

But it may be because of his reason, his aura suddenly weakened.

"Also, also, when you won money playing cards a few days ago, why did you keep hitting me with your right hand?" Recalling what happened before, the thigh also condemned.

"I, didn't I just express my happiness?" Hearing the condemnation from the thigh, the momentum of the brain weakened again.

"And, and," the condemnation from all parts of Simon's body became more and more intense.

"Okay, give me peace." A deep voice sounded, and all parts stopped and became quiet.

"Brother Backbone, tell me what to do!" Hearing this thick voice, the brain suddenly asked tearfully.

"Don't forget that we are a whole. Although the brain has been wrong for a while, what we have to do now is not to condemn, but to make up for the training that was lost in the past few days as soon as possible."

The haughty voice of the spine kept echoing in Simon's body: "Don't forget, what was our purpose in the first place."

All parts fell silent after hearing the reprimand from the backbone.

After a long time, the feet spoke first: "I want to stand on the podium."

"Yes, I'm going to look at that old **** with contempt," his eyes echoed.

"Yes, we must despise the old bastards, ridicule the old bastards, and defeat the old bastards." With the speeches of the feet and eyes, various parts of the body began to speak.

"Well, for our goal, for our revenge, let's go!"

Accompanied by the roar of the spine, the thighs, like a fearless warrior, took firm steps towards the snow-filled sky outside the house.

"Training, training", muttering training in his mouth, Simon walked on the snow, and the cold wind howled, which made him tightly cover his cotton padded jacket again.

When he came to the large training ground of the melee department, Simon took out a key from his pocket and entered the field he had been using all along.

With the intimidation of his mentor and the blessing of gold coins, Simon "willingly" gave the key to him for safekeeping.

"Well, let's sort it out!" Sitting on the bench in the training ground, Simon slowly sorted out the spells he had mastered.

Among the many spells that Simon has mastered now, there are not many offensive spells, that is, the four spells of magic strong bow, spell missile, fireball and lightning strike.

Among them, because of the agreement with the dean, Simon must not be able to use the magic strong bow, and the power of the magic missile is so weak that it cannot be pierced at all, deflecting missiles, a defensive spell.

Therefore, Simon finally set his sights on Fireball and Lightning Strike.

"I don't have a specific idea of ​​the power of the lightning strike, but the power of the fireball technique should be enough!" Simon muttered thoughtfully, thinking of the fireball technique that was as powerful as a grenade.

The things on the training ground are either stones or wood, and they are all insulators, so there is no way to reflect the power of the lightning strike at all~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But Simon can still clearly feel the powerful destructive power of the fireball technique Yes, after all, he is not blind, of course he can see the big hole created by the fireball technique.

"The fireball technique is as powerful as a grenade, hiss~um," Simon supported his chin with his right hand, and then racked his brains to think.

"Fireball, grenade; flash, flashbang; smoke, smoke grenade; hey, if I cooperate with those enhanced spells of the melee department, wouldn't I be able to transform into a bomb assassin?"

Recalling the various usages of grenades, flash bombs, and smoke bombs on Blue Star, Simon suddenly became excited. He seemed to have found a rogue way to play.

"Hiss, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, mages can perform spiritual perception, even if they block the line of sight, they will still be found."

Recalling the spiritual power possessed by the mage, Simon shook his head immediately. Those experiences in the previous life cannot be fully applied in this world.

"However, I remember that if a mage conducts mental detection in the dense fog, his mental power will be consumed very quickly!"

Simon's eyes lit up when he recalled some precautions given by the water teacher when he taught the spirit detection spell.

He remembered a certain video game on Blue Star in his last life, which had a special genre called Stealing Blue Flow.

The specific operation is to let the boss continuously release skills, thereby quickly consuming the mana of the boss.

Finally, when the boss was out of mana, the group of old **** who stole the mana, took advantage of the fact that the boss couldn't release their skills, immediately swarmed up and took the boss away in one wave.

"Perhaps, I can also become a disciple of the Blue Sect." Thinking of a tactical combination in his mind, Simon's eyes immediately revealed a smile.