Chapter 212: Spellcasting Practice

Title: Chapter 212: Begging My Brothers for Forgiveness.

Mage Roman stepped forward to help Shaoke remove his cloak, and then everyone sat down in the slightly cramped room to talk. The Bald Brute loudly stated the reason for their visit. Of course, he paid a price for his loud voice—his two female companions gave him a hard pinch.

"Mage Snowy Night, I'm getting married, and I hope you and Mage Roman can come to our wedding." The Bald Officer, who had been stationed in the capital's military headquarters doing guard duty, had finally decided to marry his two female companions. Shaoke readily agreed to the invitation and made a sincere promise.

Finally, when the Bald Officer was about to leave to notify other mages he knew, he took advantage of the moment when his two soon-to-be wives were talking with Roman outside, grabbed Shaoke's arm, and said, "Mage Snowy Night, what happened between you and Roman? Why is she in such a bad mood since I arrived?" He looked at Shaoke strangely and added, "Don't bully Roman! Otherwise, most of the mages here won't let you off. She's the last female member of the Roman Family." Without caring whether Shaoke could handle it, he patted his shoulder hard a few times and left.

Fifth Tier Mage Yisier accompanied Roman in, had a brief conversation with Shaoke, and then got up to leave. After all, since returning to the capital, she hadn't had much time to meet with some old friends from the military. Of course, Shaoke reminded her to be careful, as they had offended some people in the capital before.

"Mage Snowy Night, I think you should be concerned about your precious Roman right now, not me. She's waiting for your comfort!" Mage Yisier turned back at the door and said these words to Shaoke. "She hasn't come to rest here even once since returning to the capital!" With that, she left briskly under Roman's blushing gaze, leaving enough time and space for the two mages.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" Shaoke grabbed the female mage's small hand and asked softly.

"Today, Mage Roland came to see me." With a soft sigh, Roman told Shaoke what had happened that day. She added, "He's expressed interest in me before, but I never thought he'd ask me to marry him today. Has he forgotten that I'm with you now? I've always considered him your friend." As she spoke, she began to cry. Shaoke didn't know if she was crying over losing a friend or something else, but he tried to comfort her as gently as possible.

"Someone liking you means you're beautiful; it's not your fault." As he said this, the female mage used her small mouth to silence him, and they began a passionate entanglement in broad daylight. In the end, the female mage was the first to give in, complaining that Shaoke had become a victor only after long practice with other women.

After resting in Shaoke's room for nearly a day, the female mage curled up gently in the mage's arms, quietly reading a thick book, occasionally pausing to have a brief chat with Shaoke. Everything seemed very warm, allowing Shaoke, who had been under long-term stress from studying, to relax a lot.

His mood also calmed down significantly due to the female mage's extended company.

In the following two months, the two busy mages didn't see each other again. The female mage spent her days busy with the golden-robed female mage who was about to become a bride, repairing some magic items and discussing issues with alchemists from other legions. This kind of work and study left Shaoke somewhat helpless, and the officer who was about to marry the Bald Brute was also quite frustrated.

So, the Bald Officer often dragged Shaoke and the occasionally appearing Sleazy Officer to the tavern for drinks during Shaoke's breaks. As for his other wife, the White-robed Cleric, she was also busy, either healing mages who had suffered damage to their meditation spaces during practice or exchanging spell knowledge with clerics from other legions. After all, it was rare for several sub-legions to gather like this, and how could all the casters not cherish this opportunity?

Although Shaoke often encountered the blue-robed Mage Roland in that tavern, he never saw Roman there again. Mage Roland showed resistance and jealousy toward Shaoke's presence. After several very unpleasant conversations, Shaoke truly lost a relatively familiar friend for the first time. However, this situation didn't have too much impact on the mage.

As more sub-legions of the Blizzard Legion returned to the capital, Shaoke lost interest in going to the tavern. He began engaging in combat practice with mages from other legions to gain experience. However, he mostly practiced with fifth-tier mages and defeated them every time, which made mages from other legions very envious of him. Of course, they didn't know about Shaoke's brutal survival experience in the Death Station.

When Shaoke appeared on the spell practice field, the White-robed Cleric who was about to marry the Bald Brute often complained softly about him, because every time he practiced spells, he would injure some mages—either physically or mentally. This increased the White-robed Cleric's workload.

One day, Shaoke was still practicing spells with other mages on the field. The white-robed female cleric beside him tightly gripped her golden spellbook with her delicate white hands, ready to provide timely treatment in case of accidents.

After Shaoke released a Rending Ray that shattered a fifth-tier mage's defensive spell and left a deep hole in the floor with another prepared spell, a strange yet familiar mage arrived at the practice field.

The same black robe, black cloak, a claw-shaped staff taller than a person, and a blur of gray mist swirling around the mage. A Death Mage. Shaoke quickly identified the other's identity and recognized his tier from his staff—he was also a fourth-tier mage. "Death Mage!" Clearly, Shaoke hadn't expected to meet another mage from the Death Mage Corps here, and his slightly surprised tone revealed his emotions. Watching the other's constantly exploding flames, Shaoke pulled up his cloak, slung the staff he had been holding onto his back, and prepared for battle.

"You can rest for a while," the newly arrived Death Mage said without any emotional fluctuation. "I don't sense anything a Death Mage should have in you. If it weren't for the green flame on your staff, I wouldn't acknowledge you." He lightly waved his own staff, also lit with green flame, and slung it onto his back.

For the first time on the practice field, Shaoke activated his protective spells, which he had never used before. Two layers of fourth-tier defensive spells tightly wrapped around him. Seven or eight support spells were quickly activated. The other mage didn't hesitate long and quickly activated his remaining protective spells to prepare for battle.

A powerful, undisguised, and violent mental force was suddenly released by Shaoke, quickly locking onto the Death Mage. Faced with this sudden and crazy lock-on, the other mage showed no panic. His strength lay in magic power, and he locked onto Shaoke with equally undisguised and crazy magic power, beginning to prepare spells for attack.

Both mages began preparing spells almost simultaneously and released them almost at the same time. However, Shaoke was slightly faster.

Rending Ray, an attack spell he had almost perfected through practice, was quickly prepared. A gray-black beam shot straight toward the other Death Mage hundreds of meters away.

One spell after another was rapidly released by both sides. The combat practice between the two Death Mages quickly attracted a large crowd of mages.

Green Flame Manipulation, Death Slash, Dark Erosion, Dark Decay—as the spell attacks intensified, the two mages seemed to forget this was just practice, unleashing powerful spells one after another. The ordinary military mages didn't even know the names or specific effects of these spells, but sensing the two mages getting closer and closer, they wisely realized that the battle between the two Death Mages had reached its most intense point.

When the two mages closed to within a hundred meters, they began to stop blocking spell attacks. After releasing a spell, Shaoke focused entirely on attacking the other's protective spells, and the other did the same. They used scrolls or crystals sealed with spells to continuously release low-level spells, thereby disrupting the structure of the other's high-level spells.

A black flame was prepared by Shaoke for the first time. This spell was obtained during a mission in the Death Station when he killed an extremely powerful black-robed mage. Although it was only a third-level spell, due to its strange attack method and strong penetration, Shaoke still used it in this practice.

The black flame spiraled forward, colliding with one of the other's spell attacks, then split into two segments. One segment merged into the ground and disappeared, while the other continued to be controlled by the mage to attack the opponent. Three or five second-level spells were quickly prepared by the other mage, colliding with the unavoidable black flame and successfully destroying its spell structure.

Both mages began preparing spells again, but before that, they each threw out one or two spells sealed in crystals to attack the other, hoping to interrupt their opponent's spellcasting.

First release.