Mage with knife

Cultivation is a long process. Breakthrough is just a good beginning and requires continuous accumulation and precipitation.

The power of the wave of the water system and the fighting spirit of the water system are still a bit impetuous, it doesn't matter, just take your time.

Dick's water system also has magical elemental laws. Dick has always felt that these elemental laws are also useful. Except for the last battle in Sicily, when a god-level magic was used, it basically had no direct help.

Study it slowly. Dick believes in his own feelings and has never given up on the accumulation of water elemental law, even if it means consuming more resources of divine beasts.

The two divine clones of water and fire continue to practice separately. In the beginning, there are many training items.

Luo Xue is back after all. Even though he won three games in a row, he was still seriously injured and returned home. Fortunately, Luo Xue did not lose his divine clone. No matter how serious the injury is, he will recover as soon as he recovers.

Not everyone is as lucky as Dick, being able to fight to the end and still be intact. Luo Xue's fighting power is pretty good, but fighting also requires luck.

Maybe Luoxue is not as lucky as Dick.

This is not bad. After winning three games in a row, Luo Xue also received a lot of rewards from the Juncheng Martial Arts Center. He also got five godheads alone. He killed one single-type god and two dual-type gods.

God, the record is very good.

Luoxue didn't seem to be satisfied yet, so she was severely 'taught' by Dick on the bed, and Luoxue finally became honest.

Three years later, the team of gods from Panshan County finally returned. Dick only saw Eusebio. Where was Daphne? She died in the battle!

More than a hundred low-level gods left Panshan County, but only seven came back. Mayor Li also died in the battle outside. De Rong was lucky enough to come back. Is it always good to have one back? He comforted De Rong and asked him

I went to Tianshui Town to become the mayor, so I got half a level at least, right?

Dick listened to Eusebio's account of the battles in the past few years. The tens of thousands of lower-level god detachments from the Seven Star Bloodline Family were fighting in various places. The lower-level gods were almost like ordinary soldiers. They were fighting in melees one after another.

die.

Eusebio had gone through dozens of battles between gods and gods, and was almost numb.

This is just a 10,000-person troop sent by the Seven Stars Bloodline Family, while the Seven-Star Island sent troops with several thousand troops.

There are as many gods as dogs. Perhaps, no matter how many low-level gods die, the Seven Star Island will not be able to survive.

Eusebio, who came back alive, was not decadent. After fighting for the rest of his life, Eusebio's spirit and temperament were much better, and his momentum was also much sharper.

After fighting one battle after another, Eusebio was finally promoted to squadron leader. It can be seen that this guy performed well on the battlefield.

What Eusebio never expected was that the position of squadron leader during the war would be his ticket to enter the military dojo in the county without even having to take the test.

After receiving the news, Eusebio actually cried loudly in front of Dick.

After all, after dozens of melees, the pent-up, aggrieved, and unwillingness I felt for the rest of my life was finally released.

They are either elites or cannon fodder. The reality is so cruel. A large number of low-level gods in the county who have been recruited by the county governor are just cannon fodder waiting to die in the eyes of the upper class.

Eusebio hoped that like Dick and Luo Xue, he would join the county martial arts field delegation to go on an expedition, which would be better than dying in obscurity in a melee of cannon fodder, right?

"Eusebio, when you enter the county martial arts dojo, try your best to rank as high as possible."

"Understood!" Eusebio nodded, "Without enough talent and fighting power, even the students at the Juncheng Martial Arts Center will become cannon fodder sooner or later."

After experiencing dozens of melee battles, Eusebio's mind has become clearer. When he was in the lower world, Eusebio was considered a young man from a big family, and his growth was relatively smooth.

People, it is difficult to truly grow up without experiencing real hardships.

It had only been half a year since Eusebio entered the Juncheng Martial Arts Center. Dick received the notice and returned to the Juncheng Martial Arts Center.

Fight! We still have to fight.

Today, Dick has been classified as an old student. To compete, he has to compete with these old students who have been practicing for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Then let's fight. Last time, Dick was lucky enough to kill the centaur's veteran lower god. This time, Dick had the assistance of the water wave force, and he felt more confident.

Again, no matter how long it takes you to advance to a lower god, you will still be a lower god after all. Everyone's higher level is the same, so there is no qualitative difference. What a waste.

The ideal is full, but the reality is cruel. Dick fought hard but only won the first game and lost the second.

This is the God Realm, and there are so many geniuses and masters. What’s more, it’s a place where talents gather like the Juncheng Martial Arts Center. It was the first time that Dick encountered a master whose movement speed was stronger than his own. Dick was completely stunned.

All advantages are lost and there is no counterattack.

In the face of the absolute advantage, Dick knew that even if he cheated by relying on the jade pendant space, it would only be to hold on for a little longer, which was meaningless.

If you lose, just lose. You're not the God of War, and it's not like Dick has never lost before. Ah Q's spirit once again made Dick optimistic. He didn't have to die as cannon fodder, right?

Now that it has become a fact, sadness can't solve the problem. People should be more optimistic when they are alive.

Sure enough, the top twenty old students went out to fight on behalf of the Handan County Martial Arts Center. The other nearly 800 old students were not dismissed and needed to stay put.

We are not fools, and we all know roughly what this means.

"Hey! I really don't want to be cannon fodder." Anthony looked sad, this guy was even worse, he didn't win a game.

"Cannon fodder is cannon fodder. Sooner or later it will be your turn." Jiang Xiyue looked indifferent. She probably had already thought of the consequences.

"Dick, you can think about it as if you are going on a trip." Bai Chongxi looked at Dick.

"Whether you are happy or not, is this the result? Be more optimistic. You can earn money by living happily for a day." There are several practitioners who have died, and 99% of them died in battle.

Regardless of their origins, these people are generally considered acquaintances. Even Bai Chongxi, who had "objections" to Dick at the beginning, has long since dissipated.

Half an hour later, two elders in black came with several mentors in red.

"Those whose names are called, come out!" A mentor in red started calling names, and Dick was the third one.

I pronounced my name seven times, and then it disappeared. What did this mean? Dick didn't understand. Okay, just do whatever you're told.

Among the seven people, Dick knew one person. During the last battle in Sicily, one of the old men was called Caniggia. This time, Caniggia was probably unlucky and did not make it into the top twenty.

Caniggia nodded to Dick kindly.

"Seven of you, follow me to the third combat zone." The black-robed elder said.

"Others, follow me to the fourth battle area." Another black-robed elder said.

As a result, the cannon fodder regiment of less than 800 people was divided up.