Diablo Destruction

Several students on the track should be people familiar to Shala. After seeing Shala, they all came over one after another. There were men and women. However, when they saw me standing next to Shala, they stopped again. They hesitated, not knowing whether to come over, but Sara smiled and greeted them first.

"Nia, Weiss, good morning everyone."

Seeing Sara's sweet smile as always, they emboldened themselves, walked over, and said hello to me first.

"Hello, sir." "Good morning, sir."...

"kindness."

I smiled and nodded. It's good to be in a different world. If it were the original world, these guys wouldn't care who you are! Just ignore it.

Seeing my approachable appearance, they were relieved and started chatting with Shala, but their eyes looked towards me from time to time, seeming to be very curious about my identity.

Seeing their appearance, I couldn't help but think of my school days. It seems that the training camp is no different. However, the people here may be because of the war. Although they are not old, they are much more mature.

Sarala is obviously the core of this small group. Think about it. Although she is not from a famous family, she still has a job transfer father. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a rich lady. With her appearance and personality, it is natural to get With everyone's support, and seeing the eager eyes of the boys in this small group, even some students on the track looked over here from time to time. One can imagine how lethal Shala is. Of course, Most of them are students who are concentrating on training. After all, in this world, survival and strength are much more important than women.

At this moment, Sara was a little absent-minded. She wanted to introduce her eldest brother to everyone, but for some reason, everyone seemed to avoid him intentionally or unintentionally, leaving her unable to find a topic. She was also afraid of neglecting him, so she could only hurry up. Holding his arms tightly. It kept saying "Yeah, yeah, yeah" all the time.

Unable to bear to see Shala's embarrassed look for help, I coughed lightly and took a step forward. Immediately, the voices of the group of people stopped in shock. It seemed that my identity still brought a lot of pressure to them.

"Zara, please introduce your friends to me, I'm very curious." His eyes lightly scanned the seven women and five men. I said with a smile.

"Okay...ok."

Seeing how considerate I was, a moving smile suddenly appeared on Sara's face.

"They are my good friends, this is Nia, this is Weisi..." After Shala introduced them one by one, she took my arm. Her face showed the unique charm of a girl in love.

"He is... he is my... um, big brother, um... not, this..."

When it comes time to introduce me. For a moment, Sara didn't know what to say. Originally, with the girl's reserve, "big brother" was the most appropriate term, but seeing the unconcealed curiosity of her friends, the girl in love was so confused. Her ignorant sensitivity made her feel threatened again - not like this, although he was the eldest brother, he was closer than the eldest brother. He is the big brother who belongs only to me.

She wanted others to know, but she didn't know how to express it. Thinking of this, she immediately turned her crimson eyes, stained with a layer of hazy gauze, to her elder brother. In her mind, The eldest brother is omnipotent and will definitely understand what he means.

Naturally, I couldn't understand what little ideas were running in Sara's mind. But you can't ignore her look for help. So I could only continue what Sara said.

"Well, hello everyone. My name is Wu Fan, and I am currently Shala's brother. However, after Shala completes her studies, she will officially become my wife."

"Touch", I seemed to be able to hear the heartbroken voices of the five boys inside. Seeing their dejected faces, I couldn't help but feel a chill. Why does this shot look so familiar? Isn't it a classic shot in most novels? ? The person who plays the role of fiancé is usually a sinister and mentally retarded villain. At this time, if the plot develops, there should be a "certain male protagonist" who is not afraid of "power" to stand up, shout loudly, and bravely fight for his love. .

It is a pity that the novel is a novel after all, and there is a big difference in status and level. Even if you give them ten courages, they would not dare to stand up and say anything. These five people deserve to have the qualifications of mages, and they will quickly adjust rationally. mentality, after all, they are not here to fall in love, love is still too far away for them. However, there is still a trace of disappointment and helplessness in their eyes when they look at me and Sara. It seems that they are going to I've been depressed for a while.

Originally, I said this just to make other people give up, but unexpectedly, it happened exactly what Shala thought. At this time, she turned back, nodded slightly, and looked at her big brother with obsessed eyes. , hugging his arm tightly, the girl's heart of first love is as sweet as soaking in a honey pot.

Sara's loving gaze made me unable to bear it. I sweated that I was just telling my previous promise. There was no need to be so excited. Looking at her blurred eyes, which were watery, As if covered with a layer of mist and charming, the petite and perfect nose flaps gently, the thin cherry lips are slightly opened, the soft luster, the faint fragrance, exudes a fatal and seductive aura, if I hadn't made it myself If his strength improves, he might become a lower-body animal.

Fortunately, Sara's back is turned to her friend and she is pressed tightly against me. Only I can see her expression. If anyone else sees her seductive look, I will be in big trouble. , the number of love rivals will definitely increase exponentially.

"Ahem..."

I coughed a few times to let my nearly boiling animal blood cool down, and then gently stroked her little head. I particularly liked this action. Sara's hair was so soft and tactile, and every time After every touch, a faint scent of hair will still remain on your hands. Is this the male version of a different world where beauty is in the eye of the beholder?

"Hey, you guys. What are you doing standing there? Why don't you come over and join the exercise?"

A middle-aged voice came from not far away, huh? This voice seems a bit...

Hearing the sound, the other 12 people turned around hurriedly. Even Shala hurriedly released her little hand that was holding me tightly. She had been holding me since morning until now. Once the warm and soft feeling left. I'm really not used to it.

I couldn't help but look up. Firstly, I was impressed by the voice, and secondly, I wanted to see what this "dean of instruction" level person looked like.

After seeing his appearance clearly, I was speechless - Damn, no wonder the voice is so familiar. Isn't this the "talkative" mage in the black wasteland? But thanks to him, I was able to get acquainted with Dhruv and the others.

He didn't seem to notice me. At this time, he came over with a serious face and reprimanded Shala and the others loudly. The dean-like tone made me stunned for a while, sweat...

For a while. The wordy mage stopped without finishing his thoughts. He was about to urge these students to go exercise, but he finally found me standing aside, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Hello. We meet again." I nodded slightly.

"Hello... hello, respected sir." The mage's voice stuttered a bit. This was a big shot in Rogge's camp. Why did he come here?

"You're welcome. I'm just casually visiting the training camp with Sara. Aren't you here at the teleportation station in the black wasteland? Why are you also serving as the teacher here...oh. Mentor?" I was curious. asked.

"The task of stationing at the transfer station is determined by drawing lots. My original job is to be a mentor." The mage explained in a matter-of-fact manner, which almost made me fall to the ground. Drawing lots? No wonder Akara said that the old guys in the Teachers' Union are all naughty characters.

When the instructor came, it was natural for Shala and the others to stay no longer. A group of people returned to the track and began to exercise slowly.

"Excuse me..." I just remembered now that I still don't know the name of this mage.

"Oh. Actually...it's really rude. My name is Yale, Harvetus. Lord Fan, just call me Yale." Yale is so smart that he saw what I meant at a glance.

"Well, Master Yale, you are Sara's mentor, right?" I said bluntly without being polite to him.

"Yes, Lord Fan."

"So what do you think of Sara's talent?"

"Is that Shala?" Yale's eyes fell on Shala in the distance, and finally shook his head.

"The possibility of her changing her profession to a wizard is not high." As expected, they are all straightforward nerds. They clearly know that Sara and I have a close relationship, so can't we say it more tactfully?

Seeing the gritted look in my eyes, this "talkative" mage suddenly came to his senses and continued speaking quickly.

"However, this child's understanding of fire magic is no worse than that of a wizard. However, I believe Lord Fan also knows that if you are only proficient in one type of magic, you will not be able to change your profession to become a wizard."

"You mean, Sara is only talented in the fire element, and other elements...?" I said a little unwillingly.

"I'm afraid that's the case. Therefore, she is very likely to become an excellent mercenary, but if she wants to change her profession to become a wizard, to be honest, it is unlikely."

"Okay, I understand, thank you, Master Yale."

"No, Lord Fan, I'm just doing my job."

"I'll ask you to take more care of Sara after we have her."

Seeing that I actually saluted him, Yale was a little at a loss and promised: "Where...where, please...please don't do this. I will definitely take good care of Shala in the future, and I will also inform other instructors. Absolutely You won’t be disappointed.”

Khan, it turns out he is more than just a mentor, so that’s good.

"However, Sir Fan really loves Sara very much." Yale said a little unbelievably. A high-level job transferee actually saluted a magician with a much lower status than him. This was very impressive in Yale's eyes. things.

"Because she is my fiancée." I said lightly, and Yale nodded thoughtfully.

"Wait, sir, can I spare some of your time?"

Just when I was about to say goodbye, Yale suddenly stopped me...

The courses at the mage training camp are not very rigorous, so I went there in the morning. It's physical training. Although the mage is protected by soldiers in front, there will always be times when you encounter an invincible enemy and need to escape. You can't expect a soldier to carry you and escape with you, so physical strength is still necessary, especially Sword Masters, such mercenaries who are suitable for both near and far, are indispensable for their physical fitness and swordsmanship training.

After morning physical training. It is a formal course, explained by the teacher, and divided into three stages: junior high school and high school. This division method is very rough, just like the junior class. Some students have just arrived and will definitely not be able to keep up with the course, while some are about to advance. The courses taught by the tutors are already familiar to them, but there is no way. After all, there is no unified teaching model here. The tutors only continue to explain the knowledge to be learned at this stage, and most of them have to rely on their own efforts. There is no guarantee of further education and employment here. If you can't persist to the end, you can only go home to graze and farm after the morning class. In the afternoon, I continued to meditate and practice.

After Sara and the others finished their early morning physical exercise, they all came to the classroom. The so-called classroom was actually a large open-air tent, and some even taught directly in the open air. Sara was the second best student in the junior magic class. group, when they all sat down and opened the complicated and thick magic book in their hands, their mentor Yale also walked in. Unexpectedly, there was a figure following behind. Sara rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Who could that person be, if not her eldest brother?

Uh... I didn't want to come originally. Not to mention that I have almost no theoretical knowledge of magic. I originally wanted to show the training methods of special forces in the original world. Aren't there many such plots in novels? But after really seeing the training methods of those soldiers. I wisely put all those things behind me. nnd, people have experienced tens of thousands of years of cold weapon wars. The method of training soldiers is already n times more advanced and harder than the training of special forces. You really think that people from other worlds are fools!

However, in the end, I still couldn't resist the temptation. I don't know how to describe magic. I believe that students are already tired of hearing this knowledge. But my experience in the past year is all genuine. It is more than enough to bluff these students.

Master Yale first respectfully asked me to stand aside, and then walked up to everyone with a serious face. He did not see him being wordy, but directly entered the topic.

"Hello everyone, today, we have the honor to invite one of the most powerful job transferees in the Rogge camp - Lord Wu Fan, the lone druid, to teach us a valuable lesson. Please be sure to take it with your heart. Be grateful and listen carefully to Master Fan's teachings. In the future, you will find that every word of Master Fan is a guidepost for your survival."

“…￥%…”

The students below suddenly burst into an uproar. Even these future mages, who are known for their rationality, were shocked. The training camp had invited many people to teach before, but they were all new job transfers, or simply experienced ones. mercenaries, really powerful high-level career changers, how can they have the time to teach rookies like them!

Moreover, Wu Fan, the lone druid, is even more unknown to these young people who worship heroes. The genius druid who changed jobs at the age of 21 has been promoted to the rank of Druid in less than three years by practicing alone. Level 15 (old information from the Black Wasteland). His deeds from the Cold Fields to the Taymor Highlands were spread from the mouths of many adventurers who had received his favor or fought alongside him, which was enough to convince these students who could not even defeat the Sinking Demon. Crazy about it.

Among the students, Sarana's 12 friends were the most surprised. They thought I was just a new job transferee, but they never thought that I was the second person after Sharna. The master druids were all looking at me in shock at this time, regretting why they didn't have more conversations with me just now, which would be enough to brag to others for a long time, and they were even more jealous of Sara.

I walked up to the stage amidst the murmurs of everyone's comments, and then blinked at Shala imperceptibly. At this time, she was looking at me dreamily, with attachment and admiration in her eyes, even for me, a love idiot. You can see it too.

When I walked onto the stage, the place below had already quieted down. Looking at the hundreds of pairs of hot eyes below me looked at me, which made me a little uncomfortable. This is not good. I want to maintain my image. I can't embarrass myself in front of Sara.

I took a gentle breath, kept a straight face, and gave the students a cold look. The aura cultivated by years of killing immediately suppressed these little guys.

"I believe everyone has heard about me, so I won't talk nonsense anymore. Regarding the knowledge of magic, although Druids are also proficient in it, I specialize in transformation and summoning. I have an understanding of magic. It’s not in-depth, so what I want to talk about today is not magic, but knowledge about experience that may determine your life or death. Of course, the premise is that you can at least become a mercenary. Otherwise, you will be treated as a mercenary. Tell a story."

There was a touch of arrogance in his indifferent tone. These days, if you are not a little arrogant or arrogant, others will not take you seriously.