Shaoke did not pay attention to the other party's jokes, and finally thought about his own situation. He felt that doing so would not only increase his chance of survival on the battlefield, but also wanted to better master the spells and urge him to advance his speed with the training on the battlefield. Although he did not believe what the mage said just now, he believed that he had to reach at least level 5 or even level 6 to have sufficient confidence to negotiate with those nobles and merchants when facing the nobles and merchants. Thinking of this, he did not hesitate to slowly emit his own spiritual fluctuations, guiding the light ball to land on his left arm.

After seeing Shaoke finish all this, the mage took out another scroll from his body and said, "Joining the army is like being a guard for the nobles and merchants. Although it is a bit dangerous here, the subsidies are much better than those given by the nobles." He said, "This is the skill, well! By the way, I will tell you that this skill is difficult to practice. Many people have not learned this skill. It is not that they are not talented, but that this skill is too weird and cannot grasp its rules at all, as if it is random."

Shaoke looked at the mage with a weird look and said, "When will I get the advanced medicines you provide? I don't want to go to the front line to take the lowest-level pills distributed by the military headquarters."

The mage had a serious expression and said, "There are no auxiliary drugs needed by the second-level mages here, so you can take the medicines used by the third-level mages to the front line and distribute them once a year." He said, "Actually, it's quite easy in this army. Such a small number of people will not go to the battlefield at all. At most, they will work as guards in those larger cities. However, in less than three years, we can go back to the imperial capital to rest for a year. At that time, basically no one will give you any orders."

Shaoke nodded, "Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"

The mage shook his head, "It's nothing, I just hope you'll be more careful on the battlefield. I've met two mages who practiced this magic before, but they were unable to successfully advance on the battlefield and stay there forever. Good luck!" After that, he turned around and left the big tent that served as the restaurant.

After the third-level mage left, Shaoke stayed in the empty tent for a while, checked the mark that had just left on his left arm, shook his head and temporarily threw it behind his head.

Not long after returning to his own tent, the third-level mage came over with a soldier, took a small porcelain bottle from the soldier's pallet and handed it over: "Mage Xueye, I will get you a small bottle for you for the time being, and the rest will be placed in a large box and put it in your car. I think our transaction has been completed, I wish you good luck!" As he said that, he planned to leave here.

"Dear mage, I still need your help." Shaoke moved a few steps towards the mage: "Do you have any skills in the 'hot ray' and 'flaming stone' I practiced? I remember that the agreement said that I could get a free second-level spell from you now, right?"

The third-level mage nodded awkwardly and said, "That's right, Master Xueye, this is mainly because you just arrived. Some things need to be handled by me, so I forgot it for the time being." After saying that, the mage waved his hand and asked the soldier out, "The two magic techniques you just mentioned do not exist in this army, but there are many second-level magic. What type do you want?"

Shaoke replied without hesitation: "The powerful single spell that truly belongs to the military headquarters. Dear mage, I have never seen any special second-level spells in the military headquarters' library. There can be said that there are magicians there in the mage union." As he said that, he stared at the other party, he did not believe that these third-level mages would not have the powerful spells unique to the military, not to mention that there are fifth-level or even seventh-level mages here.

The mage smiled bitterly and nodded, "Yes, although you have high requirements, I can still do it for you." After saying that, he looked at Shaoke and said, "Don't spread these spells in the military headquarters, even your current companions. I believe you should know the reason for doing this."

Shaoko nodded and said, "I will only tell them where this spell was obtained. What do you think?"

The mage nodded, "Well, just do that. When you arrive on the battlefield, you will definitely release special spells. When they ask, you will say that you got it from the Blizzard Legion. Then you will accompany your proof, haha! Then you can get some benefits."

He has been immersed in magic knowledge for a long time and has never heard of the Blizzard Legion, but some basic things in this world are only understood. "Dear mage, if I remember correctly, this army is only 100,000 people, how could it become a legion?"

The mage pulled the robe with embarrassment, "We are a subordinate army of the Blizzard Legion. Is there any problem with this?" He said, "I'll go find a spell for you first. I will definitely find you the most powerful internal spell. But I can remind you that I have only learned one of those spells. I think you must have learned first-level spells within the military and you should understand some of this situation." He turned around and went out, but in the end he told Shaoke that he didn't know when the spell could be sent to him, because he had to discuss with other mages, and copying would take time.

After the mage left, Shaoke did not rush to study the spell skills given to him by the other party. Instead, he used the "detection toxin" to check the medicine sent by the other party before taking it with confidence and began meditation.

Through meditation, it was found that this third-level drug was about the same effect as his meditation tempering effect, and the duration was much stronger than the second-level drug that was distributed, and the duration was as long as one and a half magic. This made Shaoke feel that the choice he made was cost-effective for the time being. Because he had asked the merchants who sold these drugs, the other party told him that the cheapest drug of this type was two general gold coins.

Shaoke spent the night while meditating and taking medications. Until he took three pills in a row, he found that although his mental space could bear the impact of the effect of the medicine, the magic space that was smaller was slightly turbulent. It seemed that he could no longer take medications.

Before dawn in the early morning, the soldiers outside the camp began to get up and set off to set off the camp and prepare to go on the road. Nearly 100,000 people acted together. The lively Shaoke really sighed for a while, and he really didn't know what would happen if more people gathered together.

After a hundred thousand troops were busy with magic, they not only packed up the camp, but also delivered the simple breakfast to everyone. Shaoke bit the somewhat hard bagel, and almost laughed as the other mages who were standing in the cold wind. Once upon a time, did the noble mages want to eat the same breakfast as those ordinary soldiers in the same situation?

Shaoke, who was laughing secretly, suddenly felt someone coming towards him. He turned his head and saw that it was the third-level mage who had just made a deal with him. He saw that the other party was holding a half-dried bread in his hand. Shaoke asked in confusion: "Dear mage, do you want this too?" After that, he looked at the hard bread in the other party's hand again, "I thought we were the only ones!"

The third-level mage smiled: "Only the wizards above the sixth level in the military camp are eligible to enjoy special meals, and the rest are the same as other soldiers. The same is true for those senior officers." After saying that, he slowly tore up a piece of debris and threw them into his mouth, "It was okay last night! It looked pretty good. You should slowly get used to this kind of life."

Shaoke nodded and said, "Yes, is the battlefield more difficult than this?" As he said that, he tore off a piece of bread and chewed it hard in his mouth. It seems that life will not be easy in the future!

The mage shook his head and said, "This is only true when marching and fighting. Generally, it is very enjoyable, haha!" The mage might have remembered something and couldn't help but smile, "Anyway, you are there soon, I believe the front line will not disappoint you." After saying that, he signaled that he must go to other mages who had just come here to calm their emotions, because there were almost ordinary mages standing alone with hard bread and not knowing how to enjoy their breakfast. The third-level mage must go over and show them a demonstration.

The breakfast ended with the rejection of many young mages. The army did not stop for a moment. After urging the mages to get on the carriage, the entire army followed the fairly flat roadside and headed forward. Many carriages arrogantly occupied most of the place on the road. Many carriages were forced to hide aside. They had to make way for the army.

Not long after walking, a caravan may have been powerful and stood in the road and refused to give way to the mages' carriages. This made the cavalrymen who were cleaning the road conditions in front very angry. Many of them turned their horses and rushed towards the large army. Some of them came back to join the ranks of the mages.

Shaoke found a seventh-level middle-aged blue-robed mage standing in a carriage, holding a gorgeous staff that emitted this powerful magic fluctuation and staring at the convoy in front of him disdainfully.

After the young mages' convoy was blocked, a cavalry was assigned from the advancing brigade in a short while. The cavalry had about hundreds of people. After the hundreds of cavalry arrived, they immediately surrounded the seventh-level mage. A bald man waved his sword, "You are from that caravan, leave here immediately, otherwise they will delay military information and immediately."

When the middle-aged seventh-level mage saw these cavalry coming, he twitched his lips and muttered a few words in a low voice. It seemed that he was using magic to convey messages, "Even the army, you can't stand such a big place! We are from the Lanfeng Chamber of Commerce, and we have many carriages that cannot be changed in a short while."

The bald officer glanced at him and said, "Didn't you hear it? This is the army carrying out a mission. Even if you are from the Blue Feather Chamber of Commerce, you must make way for me immediately. We are from the Blizzard Legion. Those who delay military affairs will be killed!" As he said that, the rest of the cavalry pulled out their sabers and waited for the bald officer's orders.

The mage looked at the cavalry in front of him and carefully sensed the strength of some of the opponent's strength. His face suddenly became unnatural. He found that these cavalry all had sixth-level fighting spirit, and even seven or eight, including the bald officer, had seven or eight, who had seventh-level fighting spirit. So many high-level warriors were not something he could withstand, a seventh-level mage.

At this time, another blue-robed mage rushed to the front and muttered to the seventh-level mage for a while. Finally, the other party got off the carriage with a ugly expression and let the convoy behind obediently leave enough space for the mages' convoy.
Chapter completed!