Soman Shuchiin, starting from Fulilian to become a magician

Fulilian pointed the staff in her hand at Mirialde, and a small magic circle appeared at the tip of the staff. She shot a beam of light at her again, exploding at her feet.

Millialde turned around and ran away. Fulilian decided to teach Millialde a lesson and chased after her with her staff. Ye Shanming watched with interest and had no intention of trying to stop the fight. After all, Fulilian's two hits were actually deliberately missed and not very powerful. She was just venting her dissatisfaction.

The days in the Elf Village were very peaceful. Staying with these elves, Ye Shanming felt that his concept of time had also been assimilated. It felt like he had just come to the Elf Village yesterday, but it turned out to be the day when the Emperor's wine was released from the cellar.

Ye Shanming sat at the entrance of the village, waiting for Millialde to come back with the Emperor's wine. Fulilian sat beside him, hugging her knees and staring at the night sky in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

"By the way, Fulilian, have you ever been outside the village?"

With nothing to do, Ye Shanming simply started chatting with Fulilian.

"No, Milliarde said that the humans outside are not allowed to study magic openly, and it's boring."

"Flillian, do you like magic?"

When talking about magic, Ye Shanming became excited and turned his head to look at her. Fulilian nodded, agreeing with what Ye Shanming said.

"The Emperor's wine is here!"

Millie Alde's figure appeared in Ye Shanming's sight. Her face was full of excitement. She was carrying a big bag behind her, which was full of wine bottles. She casually threw a bottle of Emperor Wine to Ye Shanming.

"Here, try how it tastes."

Ye Shanming caught it accurately, and just as he was about to pull out the cork from the bottle, he stopped and looked at Millie Alde with a smile on her face with vigilance.

"Have you ever drunk it?"

"No, after all, this is the recipe we found together, so I have to let you try it first."

Millie Alde's face was full of sincerity, and Ye Shanming was half-believing and half-doubting. This was a complete drunkard. It took her an unknown amount of time just to find the recipe for Emperor Wine. How could she bear it?

He pulled out the cork and first smelled it. It was a normal wine aroma, nothing unusual. He turned his head to look at Millie Aldea, who still had a sincere smile on her face.

After taking a cautious sip, Ye Shanming was struck by lightning. The Emperor's Wine tasted sour and astringent, mixed with a pungent musty smell, which made Ye Shanming wonder if Millie Alde had used a bottle of failed product to play a prank on him.

He tried hard to control his expression, trying not to show any strangeness, and gritted his teeth and praised: "It is indeed worthy of being the emperor's wine. You should try it too. It is simply a rare fine wine in the world!"

"Really?"

Seeing him like this, Millie Aldea looked suspicious and picked up the bottle of wine.

"That shouldn't be the case. Why is it so unpalatable when I drink it? Did I drink a failed product?"

Seeing her bring the bottle to her mouth, Ye Shanming was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He pinched her chin with his right hand and poured the whole bottle of wine directly into her mouth with his left hand.

"Ahem...you...are so despicable..."

Although she struggled hard, as a magician, how could she resist Ye Shanming, a warrior? She was forced to drink a whole bottle of Emperor Wine, and a lot of wine spilled on her clothes during her struggle.

"You were the one who tried to trick me first!"

Ye Shanming was not going to accept Millie Alde's accusation, and the latter could only look at him angrily, protesting silently.

The two looked at each other for a while, and reached a consensus from their eyes. They nodded at the same time and cast malicious glances at Fulilian who was sitting next to them in a daze.

Fulilian suddenly felt a chill enveloping her. She stood up vigilantly and took two steps back, trying to stay away from the two people.

"What do you two want to do?"

"Do it!"

Millialde gave the order, grabbed a bottle of Emperor Wine from her backpack and ran towards Fulilian.

Fulilian quickly turned around and ran towards the village. Before she ran far, she found that her feet had left the ground. Ye Shanming grabbed her armpits with both hands and lifted her up in the air as if she were a child.

"Good things should be shared with everyone, don't you think, Fleury?"

"Let go, I'm getting angry."

After watching the whole process of the two people tricking each other, she knew that Emperor Wine was not a good thing even if she hadn't tasted it herself. It was a pity that her threats were completely useless to Milliarde.

After being forced to drink a whole bottle of Emperor's Wine, Fulilian's face turned red. She staggered a few steps and fell directly to the ground, falling into a deep sleep.

"Is her alcohol tolerance so low?"

"Because she doesn't drink at all."

Miliarde was not surprised by this. She felt that harming Flillian was not enough, so she walked towards the village, shouting:

"Everyone, the Emperor's wine is ready. This is the supreme wine dedicated to the Emperor of the Unified Empire. Come and drink together."

Seeing that Millialde was expanding the group of victims, Ye Shanming did not stop her, but instead mourned for these elves in his heart.

That night, Millie Arde was chased by angry villagers and ended up sleeping in the wine cellar.

Ye Shanming stayed in the Elf Village for a few more days, during which time he fulfilled his promise and taught Fulilian the magic of making the room clean.

Although the taste of the Emperor's Wine was not what he had imagined, this journey was still very pleasant for Ye Shanming. After relaxing for these days, it was time for him to leave here and return to Celia to continue studying magic in depth.

He got up in the morning and carried Fulilian, who had fallen to the ground, back to bed. He went to Millialde's cabin to say goodbye to her, but saw that she was also packing her luggage.

"Are you planning on leaving here?"

"Yes."

Milliarde stuffed the unfinished bottle of Emperor's Wine into her backpack. "I've already drunk the Emperor's Wine, and I don't know what to do in the village. I'm going to go out and see if I can find something interesting."

"Where are you going this time?"

Ye Shanming leaned against the door frame and watched her clean up.

"I haven't decided yet. Anyway, let's go south first. But considering the human lifespan, this may be the last time we meet."

"That's hard to say."

Ye Shanming smiled meaningfully. If he suddenly appeared in front of her when she thought he had died of old age, what expression would he make? It would definitely be very interesting.

Thinking of this, Ye Shanming gave up explaining that he was also an immortal.

"That's right. Maybe we'll meet again unexpectedly while traveling."

Millie Aldea put on her backpack, and the bag full of Emperor's Wine made her stagger. Ye Shanming reached out to help her up, and was a little curious about her behavior.

"Is it necessary to bring so much wine that's so bad?"

When this was mentioned, Millialde's eyebrows danced with joy, and a malicious expression appeared on her face: "Hehe, I plan to put these imperial wines in the wine cellar I discovered, and then carve a stone tablet to brag about it."

"I want others to feel the pain I went through!"

"You have a really bad character."

Ye Shanming expressed his admiration for her noble behavior, and couldn't help laughing when he thought of the similar arrangements he had made in his wine cellar.

The two men came to the village entrance side by side. Since they were heading in opposite directions, they waved goodbye here.

"Goodbye."

Chapter 11: Night attack on the elves is a traditional plot.

The location of the Elf Village was too remote, and Ye Shanming spent the entire day without leaving the forest. As it got darker, he found a suitable place to camp along the stream and planned to rest there tonight.

The flames danced restlessly, and Ye Shanming unconsciously added dead branches to the fire. His mind was analyzing the composition formula of a certain magic, leaving only a part of his energy to pay attention to the movements outside.

There was a sudden fluctuation of magical power in the air. Ye Shanming tilted his head and several magical threads that were imperceptible to the naked eye brushed across his cheeks and penetrated deeply into the ground, as if they had life. After piercing the air, they quickly withdrew and wrapped around his neck.

A flash of cold light passed by, and the magic thread broke in two, dissipating into the air. Ye Shanming held the sword in his hand and looked forward vigilantly.

Three hooded figures slowly walked out of the darkness, each with a pair of large horns on their heads, and a strong aura of magic emanating from their bodies. Even among the demons, the magic power of the three was enough to be called elite.

But Ye Shanming was not wary of them. All his attention was focused on the figure behind them.

His extremely oppressive body was hidden in the armor. He just stood there quietly, giving people the illusion that he was unshakable. The forest was dead silent, and the sound of insects disappeared quietly, as if all living things had disappeared.

The magic power in the air was restless, and the three demons cast magic again to attack Ye Shanming. A gorgeous magic circle appeared in front of them, and the magic threads were looming in the moonlight, entwining with Ye Shanming. The earth came to life, and countless spikes rose from the ground. The water vapor in the air was condensed into ice spears, which shot out through the air with a whistling sound.

Ye Shanming swung a punch, shattering the ground spikes, turning them into flying gravel. He leaped into the air, and the ice spear missed. He slashed down with the sword in his hand, severing the magic thread and killing one of the demons on the spot, who turned into black ash and dissipated.

"careful!"

The remaining demons cried out in surprise. Another of their companions had his heart pierced by a sword and fell powerlessly to the ground. They only had time to hold up a defensive magic in front of them before Ye Shanming punched through the defensive magic and his chest, causing him to lose consciousness.

After cleaning up the three elite demons cleanly and neatly, Ye Shanming did not feel happy at all, because the demon in heavy armor did not move at all and watched his subordinates being killed on the spot by Ye Shanming.

"Among humans, you are very strong."

The armored demon took off the greatsword from his back, praised, and turned his head to give orders to the elite demon troops behind him:

"I'll deal with this human. You go destroy the elf village. Don't leave a single elf alive."

"Yes!"

The demon army immediately split into several small teams and dispersed into the mountains and forests, bypassing Ye Shanming and running quickly towards the elf village.

Ye Shanming now had no energy to stop them. The demon in front of him gave him a very strong sense of oppression, and he dared not be distracted at all. This was the first time he encountered such a powerful demon.

"Which great demon are you?"

The other person was extremely tall, and Ye Shanming could only reach his waist. As a member of the demon clan, he was proud to announce his family background.

"I am the Demon General Throne Balzat."

Ye Shanming didn't wait for him to finish his words and took the initiative to launch an attack. Each sword strike was aimed at the weak point of his armor. The conversation was just to distract the enemy.

In the face of Ye Shanming's behavior, Balzat did not condemn it at all. This is how a life-and-death battle is. Any means are the wisdom of fighting, and Ye Shanming's offensive also brought him considerable pressure.

The heavy sword was swung freely in Balzat's hand, showing his well-honed martial arts. Every time he swung the sword, it would bring up a violent airflow that made it impossible to open one's eyes. Ye Shanming's attacks were blocked one by one, and he did not gain any advantage.

Smoke and dust rose in the mountains and forests, trees fell down one after another, streams were blocked, and several deep gullies appeared on the ground, all of which were marks left by the giant sword.

The two swords collided fiercely, sparks flew everywhere, and Ye Shanming changed from chopping to slashing, moving up along the sword of Balzac, pointing directly at his eyes.

Balzac leaned back to avoid the sword, and slammed the ground with his left fist, creating a shallow dent. He then propped himself up and raised his right leg to kick Ye Shanming in the chest. Ye Shanming had no expression on his face. He raised his left arm and took the kick head-on. At the same time, the hilt of the sword hit Balzac's throat hard.

The two men separated, and Ye Shanming swung his left hand lightly, taking Balzat's kick head-on. This caused his left hand to ache and temporarily lose its strength. Balzat was not in a better situation either. Even with the protection of his armor, the blow from the hilt of the sword made his vision black and his mind somewhat unclear.

"Very capable, human warrior."

"You're not bad either."

After a brief exchange, the two fought again. It seemed as if two giant dragons were fighting in the mountains and forests. The earth was shaking. The center of the battle had completely unrecognizable its original appearance. The small animals living there fled in all directions, not daring to stay.

After being injured, Balzat became more aggressive. Every time he swung his sword, he was aiming to injure both parties, and his strength was extremely great. Although Ye Shanming had never slacked off in physical training in the past ten years, he was still at a disadvantage in a pure strength competition.

The two men crossed each other again, and their swords collided hard. They both raised their right hands at the same time, and their fists collided. The violent impact of the airflow set off a small storm, and the gravel and broken wood were blown away. Balzat retreated uncontrollably and plunged the giant sword heavily into the ground, then stopped himself.

Ye Shanming's feet drew two grooves on the ground, and he retreated more than ten meters away, shaking his red and swollen hands. This kind of pure strength competition put him at a disadvantage. What's worse is that his sword was covered with cracks. It was just an ordinary one-handed sword bought from a blacksmith shop. The fact that it could hold up until now in the battle with the demon general was enough to prove its excellent quality.

"This is the end!"

Balzat's murderous voice rang out in the night sky. He leaped high into the air and swung the sword in his hand down towards his head with unstoppable momentum. Ye Shanming raised his sword to block it, but his body was shaken. A mouthful of blood rushed up his throat, but he swallowed it. His legs were like nails, and his lower body was smashed into the ground alive.

The one-handed sword that had been with him for ten years finally died, with fragments flying everywhere, leaving only the bare hilt in his hand.

Balzat showed a bloodthirsty smile. The human warrior in front of him was very powerful. Killing such a strong enemy made him feel excited. However, he did not see the panic on Ye Shanming's face. Instead, he showed a triumphant smile.

The strong light flashed and disappeared, and the magic power in the air suddenly became agitated. A complex magic circle appeared in the palm of Ye Shanming's left hand, and terrifying heat gathered on it. Before Balzat could react, a loud explosion sounded.

The entire forest trembled a few times, and a large pit with a diameter of several dozen meters was blown out on the ground. Smoke and dust billowed in the pit, and only Balzat's figure could be seen in it, without any movement at all.

"You didn't die like this?"

After the death of the demons, their bodies would turn into black ash and disappear, but Balzat's figure was still there, which meant that the explosion just now did not kill him.

Chapter 12: Volame, come out and clean the floor.

Ye Shanming spat out a mouthful of blood. Although he successfully dealt a heavy blow to Balzac, he also suffered considerable injuries at the cost of taking Balzac's punch intact.

A half-human-high magic circle appeared in front of him again, no longer hiding its magic power, and firing at full power.

Hellfire magic!

A raging fire gushed out, and the explosion pit turned into a sea of ​​fire. The scene was distorted in the high temperature, and the air became dry. Ye Shanming took a light breath of the hot air, feeling the pain in his lungs, and continued to maintain the magic.

In the raging fire, a giant sword flew out, tearing the air apart, making a shrill wailing sound, and rushed straight towards him. In order to prevent being cut in half, Ye Shanming could only stop the output of magic power and dodge sideways.

"Although I detected some magic in you, I didn't expect you to be such a powerful magician."

The strong wind caused by the swing of the fist blew away the remaining flames, and Balzat's figure appeared in front of Ye Shanming. The armor on his body was no longer shiny, and was covered with burn marks. There was a big hole in his chest and abdomen, and the exposed skin was charred. Half of the big horn on his head was missing, and he looked extremely miserable.

He took off his armor, which had lost its protective effect, revealing his strong body underneath. His aura was even more terrifying than before he was injured, and he grinned with a bloodthirsty smile:

"You actually suppressed your magic power to disguise yourself. You are truly despicable, human."

He rushed towards Ye Shanming like a beast, without even thinking about taking back the sword. He knew that Ye Shanming would not give him this opportunity. Both of them lost their weapons and started the most primitive close combat.