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"Grandpa Homerin... Can we start now? " Ron couldn't wait.

Hou Meilin smiled, "Alright, you should focus on your seat and listen to my orders..."

"Yes, Grandpa Holmerin …" Ron's eyes were steady, and he sat cross-legged, eyes to the nose, nose to the heart, eyes unmoving as he stared at Homerin.

"Don't be so nervous, relax …" Hou Meilin laughed, "It's starting …"

Hou Meilin's eyes flashed as his gaze became extremely sharp. He stretched out his finger and a black ray of light shot out, aiming right at the center of Ron's brows.

"It hurts..."

Ron felt a sharp pain in his head and almost cried out.

"Hold on, Ron, this is a necessary process." Hou Meilin coldly snorted.

"Yes."

Ron gritted his teeth to hold back the pain, but it was a pain, a pain that went deep into his bones, deep into his soul. He didn't know where it was, but it was real.

Ron felt as if his world was about to collapse, and the sky was overcast.

Sweat dripped down Ron's cheeks, and his body trembled.

Ron gritted his teeth, warning himself repeatedly, "Ron, didn't you always want to learn magic? Didn't you always want to avenge your grandfather? You actually can't even endure a little bit of pain, what kind of big deal can you accomplish? "

"No, I have to endure it. In order to learn magic, no matter how painful, I have to endure it. In order to avenge my grandfather, I'm not even afraid of death. Why would I be afraid of such a little bit of pain?"

Ron calmed down and began to get used to the pain.

When he saw this, he couldn't help but praise in his heart, "Not bad, this kid's endurance is really good."

Hou Meilin said, "To test the strength of the soul, I will need to test the strength of the soul. It is a pity that I do not have the tools now, so I can only let you down … Child, bear with it. "

The pain was excruciating. But Ron endured it, not even moaning.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Hou Meilin, I can bear it …" Ron's voice was shaking.

"Kacha kacha …"

At this moment, Ron felt as if his head was about to split open. He seemed to have heard a sound.

At this point, Ron's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose began to emit a faint, unreal black mist.

Under the guidance of Komelin, the black color began to condense above Ron's head, forming a black ball of light. The ball of light grew larger and larger, sometimes turning into mist, sometimes turning into Ron's appearance.

It was Ron's soul, and he pulled it out and studied the power of his soul.

"Eh? Such a strong soul force, even in the past, this child was still a good sapling … "

The black mass of air was constantly shaking, but it looked different to Komelin, who could tell at a glance that Ron's soul force was not weak.

He made a gesture, and with a flat push of his hands, the black orb of light that had been coiling around Ron's head suddenly dispersed, once again drilling back through Ron's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

The pain was gone, and Ron's world was back to normal.

"Ugh …"

Ron groaned, got up from the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and asked eagerly, "Grandpa Holmerin, how's my talent?"

Hou Meilin smiled, "Congratulations, Ron. Your talent is not bad, you definitely have the qualifications to practice necromancy."

"That's great …"

Ron jumped three feet into the air and jumped into the short mine. He was really happy that he could finally learn Necromancy.

"Grandpa Hou Meilin, I was so worried. I thought I couldn't hold on any longer …" Ron stuck his tongue out and said.

Our Necromancy division is different from the Magic division. Even if you can't become a Necromancer, you can still become a Death Knight, a Shadow Assassin, a Necromancer, and a Warlock. It's enough to take revenge on your grandfather.

"There are so many classes for Necromancy?" Hearing this, Ron couldn't help but click his tongue, and then he turned and smiled. "Grandpa Hou Meilin, am I able to practice necromancy now?"

Hou Meilin shook his head and smiled. "Ron, do you know what necromancy is about?"

"Is it Mental Energy?" He knew that mages cultivated spiritual energy, and he thought that the same was true for Necromancers.

"That's not it..." "Ron, you have to know that there are all kinds of elements in the world, fire, earth, wind, thunder, water, light, darkness, and so on. These elements exist in the space around us."

"The surrounding space, do we have it here too?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Of course."

"Then why can't I see it?"

"They are very small, so you cannot see them, but they are everywhere!"

"Oh —" Ron nodded vaguely.

The essence of magic and dou qi are actually the same as each other. They are all the utilization of the various elemental powers in the world, but they are also different. Magic is about controlling and controlling the elemental powers in the world.

"On the other hand, Dou Qi is an expression of how one absorbs the essence of heaven and earth into their body, releasing the elemental energy from within their body. This requires an extremely strong physique in order to be able to contain so many elements." However, his elemental energy is not limitless. When used for battle, it will be depleted. Once it is used up, it needs to recover, and in other words, it needs to absorb the elemental energy of the world before it can continue the battle. " Homerin said.

"In other words, magic and dou qi are actually the difference between the inside of the body and outside of the body …" Ron said after thinking for a while.

"Smart —" Homer smiled.

"Oh, no wonder mages are so much more powerful than warriors, it turns out that by being able to use elemental energy from their external body, they naturally possess much more elemental energy than their internal body …" Ron was beginning to understand.

"Not exactly..." Hou Meilin shook his head, "Although a mage can manipulate the elements, he can't mobilize too much. How much he can do is determined by his spiritual force, and he can't control the elements in the world without limits …"

Homerin said slowly, "If we can do this. "He's already a god …"

"So that's how it is--" Ron nodded, "This way, the gap between a mage and a warrior won't be too far off..."

"You're wrong again. The reason why mages are so noble is because they are fewer in numbers than warriors. The second reason is that most mages are based on crowd control skills. Their abilities are much more practical than soldiers' single-target skills."

Hou Meilin smiled, "Of course, we Necromancers also have group skills. However, our Necromancers' cultivation is different from magic and dou qi. What we cultivate is — soul power, which is also the strength of the soul."

"The power of the soul?" Ron didn't quite understand. "Spirit has power?"

"Of course there is. The size of one's soul force will determine the level of one's magic. With enough soul force, one can use necromancy, and even extremely powerful necromancy. All of these require the support of a strong soul force." Homerin said.

"So that's how it is. Then how do I cultivate soul force?" Ron said after thinking for a while.

"Concentrate your mind, and feel your soul first …"

Inside the abandoned mine, Ron was sitting in a strange position. His eyes were tightly shut, his hands stretched out horizontally, and his fingers formed a grasping motion as he quietly felt the strength of his soul.

Soul power, soul power …

Ron kept saying this to himself, but strangely, he sat there for a long time without feeling it at all.

Ron was so anxious that he was sweating. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to feel his soul force nor practice necromancy. The more anxious he was, the less he would be able to sense it. His forehead was covered in sweat and his body was trembling non-stop.

"No, Grandpa Homerin, I can't feel anything …" Ron, a little discouraged, dropped his hands.

"Ron, you are too anxious. I know that if you want to avenge my grandfather, it will affect your mental state. The more anxious you are, the more impossible it is for you to do. So, don't think about anything and quietly feel your soul."

"Yes, Grandpa Holmerin." Ron nodded heavily and took up that strange pose again.

Don't think of anything. Don't think of anything.

Blank … Blank …

After an unknown period of time, Ron gradually entered a state of meditation. The mysterious Necromancy finally opened a door for him.

"What is this place?"

It was as if Ron had entered an illusion, first blank, and then slowly, his world began to emerge clearly, a little black air at first, and he rubbed his eyes and saw a little more.

The black aura grew larger and larger, larger and larger. Gradually, it formed the shape of a human figure.

Ron's mouth dropped open in surprise. The figure was none other than himself, and he saw himself, sitting in a strange position, a mass of black gas on his brow, spinning and giving off a little energy that Ron could feel very clearly, even though it was small.

"I can feel it, Grandpa Hou Meilin. I can feel it, this is soul force …" Ron shouted excitedly.

"Genius..." A smile appeared at the corner of Hou Meilin's mouth. He had entered a state at such a fast speed and felt the power of his soul so quickly. Ron's talent could only be described by the word genius.

As the ball of light dispersed, Ron opened his eyes, his face brimming with excitement.

"Very good …" Hou Meilin smiled, and then his smile disappeared, "Since that's the case, we should immediately start training …" Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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