I'm not a magician

Ji Chi looked at the patriarch of the Snow Wolf with some embarrassment. He actually guessed a long time ago that the best way to gain the approval of the stupid orcs is to speak with their fists. Only then will I accept you from the bottom of my heart.

However, this does not mean that he can deal with the old patriarch!

The old patriarch in front of him seemed to have shouldered too many responsibilities. His hunched back made his beard almost hang down on the snow. Walking around with difficulty.

Ji Chi picked his fingertips, and turned his head to look at the aggrieved boy beside him: "I've already defeated him just now, oh, plus a big snow wolf, doesn't that prove anything?"

The old patriarch raised his wrinkled eyelids, glanced at the young man, snorted and said in disdain: "What is he? He is only in charge of chopping wood in the clan. Is it a big deal to defeat him?"

"... Me? Chopping wood?" The young man widened his eyes, pointed at Ji Chi, and pointed at himself. Finally, under the threatening eyes of the old patriarch, he had to say humiliatingly, "...Yes, I am A woodcutter."

The rare genius of the Snow Wolf tribe crouched down with blood and tears in his eyes.

Ji Chi nodded, and asked in a good temper, "Then maybe you can find someone in charge of hunting to fight with me?"

The old patriarch waved his hand: "Enough is enough, don't look down on me, it will not end well if you are beaten and cried."

Ji Chi: "..." Sorry, but this is what I want to say.

He resignedly raised his long sword: "Okay...then I'll start?"

"Wait!" The old patriarch stopped him suddenly. The old man bent down tremblingly, picked up a severed hammer handle from the ground, and handed it to Ji Chi, "You, you hit me with this."

Ji Chi held a tattered iron rod: "..." It's fine, everything is up to you.

Seeing that Ji Chi was about to start doing something, the young man was also a little worried, and reminded the old patriarch: "Patriarch, be careful, he is still a magician!"

"Wait!" The old patriarch stopped Ji Chi immediately after hearing this, and warned vigorously, "You, you can't use magic either."

Ji Chi: "..." If you can't, don't be brave, Grandpa, I'm more panicked than you!

Ji Chi raised the iron bar and put it down again, and said before the old patriarch said, "Do you need me to wait?"

The old patriarch slowly shook his head and looked at him in surprise: "What are you waiting for? Do you still want to eat and sleep before beating? If you are afraid, just say it directly, I will not laugh at you."

Ji Chi: "..." Damn, this old man is so annoying!

He was so worn out by the old patriarch that he lost his temper. He erected the iron rod exhausted, held his chest in his mouth, and looked directly at the thin old man in front of him.

"Shua—" Ji Chi suddenly opened his eyes wide, a strand of jet-black hair slowly fell from his eyes and scattered on the white snow, which was particularly dazzling.

Ji Chi slowly raised his hand, touched a handful of hair on his forehead that was only half left, and looked up at the old patriarch in disbelief.

He didn't see any of his movements clearly, not even his weapon... no, the old patriarch had a weapon in his hand, it was his crooked crutch—but there was only one crutch that was about to fall apart, how could he be so precise Shaved off his hair sharply?

Ji Chi discovered that it was himself who had been underestimating the enemy.

The old patriarch nodded his cane, shook his head and sighed: "Young people this year are not good, they can't even draw their swords, and they still want to save the world? I have never had such a crazy dream at your age."

The old patriarch left while sighing like this, leaving Ji Chi standing on the spot holding the iron rod and half bent his legs.

Lei Ze didn't even understand what happened. From his perspective, it was the old patriarch who forced him to say something. The two looked at each other in silence for a while, and then the old patriarch left Ji Chi and left.

He stepped forward and asked Ji Chi puzzledly: "What's the matter? Are you not continuing?"

Ji Chi stood up straight, stared silently at the broken hairs on the snow, and said after a while, "It's over, I lost."

Lei Ze was taken aback for a moment, and became even more confused. He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

The boy didn't understand it, but it didn't prevent him from being weirdly happy. He even showed a little sympathy on his face, and stepped forward to pat Ji Chi on the shoulder: "You are better than me, and you should be able to move stones in the tribe." , keep working hard, boy!"

The orc's emotions come and go quickly, the young man doesn't remember being angry at this moment, he whistles, rides on the running snow wolf, hums and jumps off the rocky cliff.

Natasha also walked to Ji Chi's side, hesitating how to comfort the young boy who was hit: "Don't look at the patriarch, he looks old, in the Snow Wolf tribe, only the most powerful warrior can be elected as the patriarch .Let’s go, you need to stay here for a long time, I will take you to familiarize yourself with the lower tribe.”

Ji Chi walked silently, and suddenly said: "He never moved his feet, and he didn't rely on pure strength. It was his sword skill. With a crutch, he can cut a sword with the effect of a sharp sword."

Ji Chi looked up and asked Natasha: "I remember that you are also a magician of the lightning department, but when you killed wild beasts, you seemed to have been using the ability of a warrior... Is it because you have practiced sword skills? Are you using What sword skills lack in speed and strength makes up for."

Natasha glanced at him unexpectedly: "Your observation is very keen, yes, magicians are too restricted on this snow mountain, we can only learn sword skills and force ourselves to live as warriors .”

"And now you also need to take this path. Archie is the teacher in charge of teaching sword skills in the Snow Wolf tribe. You can go to him to learn from tomorrow."

"However, you and your father's magic power is still very useful." Natasha turned her head and said to Lei Ze, "Your light magic power can help people recover from wounds. It is a very rare ability here, and you can't usually give up on it. The practice of magic, which can save lives at critical moments."

Natasha continued to tell them about the things in the Snow Wolf Valley. The life of the Snow Wolf tribe was very simple, with only three things: eating, fighting, and sleeping.

In fact, there are many other animals and plants on this snow-capped mountain. While killing wild beasts and searching for intruders, the warriors of the Snow Wolf Tribe would also bring back the prey they captured as rations for the clansmen.

The orcs of the snow wolf tribe are very special. They have an inseparable relationship with the snow wolves of the north. Every soldier will grow up with a little snow wolf when he is born. The soldiers will not become beasts, but they will live together with the snow wolf. To die, to share joy and pain.

The warriors of the Snow Wolf Tribe, men, women and children, are keen to fight. They are not afraid of heaven and earth. Every inch of the Beast God Peak and Valley has been explored by the clansmen.

But even if they were so bold, they would not go to the ridge and peak of Beast God Peak. These places are taboo places where there is no return, and the danger is engraved in their genes.

"So don't run around, and don't walk out of the valley after you have mastered the sword skills." Natasha reminded, "And it's best not to get injured. There are very few herbs on the Beast God Peak. If you accidentally get injured, you can only rely on yourself to recover." , or use your light magic to heal."

"But..." Natasha's face darkened, "The magic power here is limited a lot, no matter how powerful the light magic power is, it can only heal wounds, not regenerate severed limbs... so you must be careful, lost Soldiers with limbs often lose parts of their souls."

Natasha seemed to want to make up for the nagging that had been lost for decades, and she kept talking all the way from beginning to end. Ji Chi and Lei Ze rarely had the opportunity to interject, and could only accept the care from their mother.

They passed several connecting suspension bridges and came to a relatively wide rock ridge. On the other side of the cliff, there was a hole as high as a person. The thick animal skin curtain hanging on the hole blocked the cold air outside.

A muffled conversation came from inside.

Natasha held back the corners of her lips that were constantly upturned, and said to Lei Ze: "Because your father can use powerful light magic, he became a healer here, responsible for healing the wounds of the soldiers, and has a high reputation in the tribe .”

"He must be very happy to see you..." Natasha frowned, "In order to get out of here, he even cut off his own wings, thinking of going out as a human being, but unfortunately, the kingdom of angels leaves little room for the people. The imprint won't disappear with the wings, he can only stay in Snow Wolf Valley, and has been depressed for a long time..."

Hearing this, Ji Chi looked at Lei Ze very strangely, is cutting wings a kind of family culture of yours?

Lei Ze naturally also recalled the determination and severe pain when he cut off his wings, sighed, and the last trace of complaints towards his parents dissipated.

The animal skin curtain was lifted, and the conversation in the cave became clear.

"Isaac, your wound is so shallow, you can heal it if you come to me later, don't worry, my magic power is not as inexhaustible as the white snow on Beast God Peak." Rachel sat by the fire Read the history books handed down by the Snow Wolf tribe.

These orcs can't write, and they all use weird pictures to record things. It has been passed down to the present and no one can understand what they want to express.

Rachel agonizes over the figures on the parchment and has to deal with the teenage boy who haunts him.

Isaac was the owner of the hammer just now. He pointed to a shallow scratch on his face and shouted dissatisfiedly: "No, you have to cure it! I was injured because of Sister Natasha, and my hammer It's broken too!"

Rachel's gaze finally moved away from the parchment, and she looked at Isaac anxiously: "What did you say? What happened to Natasha?"

Isaac nuzzled, thinking about how to portray himself more pitifully, when a voice interrupted him.

"I'll help you heal, but please don't forget that you did it first." As soon as Lei Ze came in, all his attention was on the angel with eight wings stretched in the center of the cave.

Angels are a race recognized by the gods on the continent. They have blond hair as bright as the sun, blue pupils as blue as the sky, and white wings as clouds. Even sitting in a simple cave, they cannot hide their clean and holy aura.

The angels engraved elegance and calmness on their bloodlines, but at this moment, Rachel threw them at the foot of Xuefeng: "Lei, Lei Ze?! Is that you?"

He almost staggered and rushed forward, so shocked that he couldn't speak, he touched Lei Ze's arms carefully, as if he was afraid of breaking an overly real dream.

Isaac retreated to Ji Chi's side and made room for their family reunion. He curled his lips sourly and asked Ji Chi, "Are your parents like this too? I think my fur is going to stand on end ..."

Ji Chi replied: "My parents will only be so happy after I die... But do you mean fine hair or hair? There is no such thing as fur in human beings."

Isaac: "Oh, then you are worse than me. My parents died to protect me... But is there any difference between fine hair and hair? They are all connected by skin, why are they so finely divided?"

Ji Chi: "... Forget it, as long as you are happy."

Isaac was very happy and unilaterally recognized this new friend.

He didn't want to watch the happy reunion scene anymore, so he invited Ji Chi: "Let's go and listen to Archie's lecture! I used to find that sword skills are not that important, as long as strength is enough, but now I have changed my mind! I must Practice your sword skills well, and then, like the patriarch, you will be defeated with one move!"

Ji Chi couldn't help but retort: ​​"First of all, he didn't knock me down with a single move, he just shaved off a handful of my fur...not my hair. Secondly, he doesn't talk about martial arts at all. In a real fight, it must be I win."

Isaac squinted at him, and sighed pretending to be old: "Young man-it's a good thing not to admit defeat, but you must also face up to your own failure."

Ji Chi clenched his fist expressionlessly: "Then do you want to fail again?"

Isaac blew a whistle to call his little snow wolf partner, and he rode it joggingly towards the bottom of the rift valley.

Snow Wolf Valley is the gentlest part of the rift. The cliff faces on both sides are only a few hundred meters high. Jumping along the rock wall from top to bottom, it will not take long to reach the bottom of the valley.

The bottom of the rift valley is a flat ground, which doesn't seem to be formed naturally. It should be filled with stones by the Snow Wolf clan the day after tomorrow.

Is there really such a division of labor as moving stones?Ji Chi twitched the corner of his mouth.

Still more than 30 meters away from the bottom of the valley, Ji Chi jumped directly from the rock, squatted slightly to relieve the fall, and observed the flat ground.

This is the place where the Snow Wolf tribe used to train. Not far away, a seven or eight-year-old child broke a boulder with a loud bang, and won applause and encouragement from his father.

And in the center of the flat ground gathered more clansmen, all of them were a group of fighters between teenagers and young people. They held a small stick in their hands and listened attentively to the front.

In front of him was a tall and straight man facing Ji Chi. That should be the Archie they were talking about. Ji Chi thought to himself that he must be a very powerful warrior who can be responsible for teaching so many people the sword skills——

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, because that Archie turned around, and what caught Ji Chi's eyes was an empty right arm and a right leg carved out of tree branches.