Chapter 62

Name:Warhammer Wizard Author:Emperor
"Ren, Milton graduated from Brewers College. Like you, he is also a rare school of wizards. He is a wizard of all souls, and you are a battle wizard. The two of you can have a good communication."

Pollock introduced it with a smile.

Milton said humbly, "I'm almost thirty years old, and I've only reached the second-level wizard. My strength is average, and I dare not compare with Ryan."

"That's better than me. In fact, I don't know any spells, haha..." Ren said the truth in a joking tone.

Everyone laughed, but no one believed what Ryan said.

Sure enough, sometimes no one will believe you when you tell the truth.

Ren murmured in his heart, and at the same time he had some doubts about Milton.

Milton was clearly a level 3 wizard, but told his teammates that he was level 2, and when he mentioned his level, his soul color changed quickly, and his mood swings were severe. He was obviously lying and concealed a lot of things.

Although Milton showed no hostility, the tension in his heart was abnormal.

The emotions of other teammates are normal, why is he like this?

Unless it's a guilty conscience.

Ren kept his face calm and asked curiously: "Milton, Blueworth is a bit far away from our Longshande. How did you come to Longshande to join the demon squad?"

Blueworth is not only a big city, but also the most famous Transcendent Academy in the empire, perhaps not one of them.

This extraordinary academy is located in the capital of East, the eastern province of the empire. It has an extremely long history, dating back to the early days of this era, even older than the empire. Although the current dean is not a holy soul wizard, he is also a powerful high-ranking legendary wizard. He is highly respected and has students all over the world. He is known as the number one person under the holy soul and may be promoted at any time.

Generally, students who graduated from Brewers would either stay in East, or go north to the capital of the empire, Northril, or go south to the most prosperous Modu, and it was difficult to meet them in Longshande.

Milton looked at Albena beside him, his eyes full of affection, and Albena looked back at him a little shyly, with a very sweet expression.

Ren immediately guessed the reason, and it was another cliché love story.

Pollock replied for Milton: "Milton graduated from the academy and was going to travel the empire to gain knowledge. Last year, he met Albena when he passed Longshande and was captured by our beautiful Albena, so he stayed, haha Ha ha……"

Milton nodded with a smile, and leaned closely with Albena.

"Hey, stop showing off in front of us, hurry up and open a room!"

"That's right, I can't take it anymore..."

The teammates all started booing and making fun of the couple.

Ren also joked a few words, but he was even more puzzled.

This is indeed a pair of deeply affectionate lovers. Judging from the color of their souls, Albena loves Milton very much, but Milton does not respond in the same way.

The color of his soul is only light green, which indicates a certain degree of liking, on the verge of love, but not deep.

At least, Milton doesn't have a lover who loves him as much as he seems.

Concealing strength and feigning feelings, what is the purpose of this wizard of all souls?

Ren secretly guessed, because there is too little information to judge, so he can only remember this matter, be careful, and be more vigilant when contacting Milton in the future.

Afterwards, everyone chatted and laughed while eating, and Rennes became acquainted with his teammates.

Hargrove, who had been somewhat prejudiced against Ryan, drank a few glasses of wine and forcibly wrestled with Ryan to compare his strength.

Ryan deliberately released the water, and the two won and lost each other. This surprised and proud Hargrove, and he immediately called Ryan brothers and sisters, almost as a confidant.

A welcome banquet was a complete success.

Ren secretly used the eyes of the soul to roughly figure out the characters of his teammates.

Needless to say, Captain Pollock has been in contact with him several times, and he is a very enthusiastic and kind person.

Hargrove is a typical berserker, a simple-minded reckless man; because Frieda is a holy swordsman and believes in the god of justice, she is a bit staid and cautious in speaking, but she still has the heroic spirit of a young woman. Violating the teachings and laws in her presence, she is a very easy person to deal with.

Shadow warrior Eli is a very common young man who loves to play and make trouble, lively and cheerful.

However, Ryan realized that he had a crush on Albena, and every time his eyes swept over Albena and Milton's love for each other, his mood would be gloomy.

It's just that Eli concealed it very well. If Ren didn't have the eyes of the soul, he wouldn't have discovered this little secret.

Albena, on the other hand, looks like a woman in love, with a rather shy personality, almost all of her attention is on Milton, and she rarely speaks.

What Ryan couldn't see through the most was Milton, a man with deep thoughts and duplicity.

But on the surface, Milton gave people the impression of being stable and funny, with extensive knowledge, having his own opinions on many things, and often talking eloquently, which fits the identity of a wizard very well.

In contrast, Rennes looked a bit inferior.

Maybe apart from being handsome and strong, Milton is superior in other aspects.

The welcome banquet lasted very late, and when it was over, Ryan insisted on paying the bill himself on the grounds that he had just received a bounty.

The cost was not much, less than a gold shield, but this move won more favor from the teammates.

The next morning, after meditating, Ren came to the demon squad.

I made an agreement with Captain Pollock last night, and today I will learn how to ride a griffin.

In the large stable next to the martial arts field, someone was already waiting. He had gray hair, wrinkled forehead, and drooping eyes. He looked over fifty years old, wearing leather armor, and holding a large bucket of fresh meat in his hand.

"You are Ren?" the old man asked.

"It's me, Mr. Martin." Ryan greeted respectfully.

He learned from Pollock that the griffins of the demon squad were domesticated by the old Martin, and anyone who wanted to learn how to ride should ask him for advice.

Ren looked with the eyes of the soul and found that this old Martin was also a transcendent, his profession was a ranger, but he was only at the second level, and his soul was in poor condition, worse than the transcendent who had just transformed into a soul.

Extraordinary people will also age with age, their strength will decline, and their soul will decline.

However, old Martin's spirit seems to be okay, much better than ordinary old people.

Because of the torment of the blood soul curse, ordinary people over the age of fifty will experience a sharp decline in physical and mental conditions, and will basically lose their labor force at the age of sixty, and they will basically not live to be seventy years old.

Old Martin was also looking at Ren, his eyes were still clear, not cloudy like ordinary old people, he nodded and said, "Come with me."

Ryan followed him into the large stable.

There were bursts of roars, which were different from ordinary beasts. When I heard them, I felt inexplicable fear in my heart, as if I was frightened by the roars.

Ren followed the sound and saw that the stables were divided into sections, extending out in a row. Each section was more than ten square meters in size and very spacious.

In the compartment lived a strange and huge beast.

Ren had seen it in college textbooks and the Book of Thousand Souls, and it was the Griffon.

They are a combination of an eagle and a lion. The upper body is the head and wings of an eagle, and the lower body is the body and claws of a lion. The torso of the main body is nearly three meters long. The whole body is covered with brown feathers, majestic and majestic, exuding a dangerous atmosphere.

There are a total of twelve griffins in the stable, some lying on the ground to rest, and some walking around in the compartment, seeming very excited.

Four workers are cleaning the body of a griffin.

Griffins weigh more than a thousand pounds, making them gigantic in people's eyes.

The workers stuffed their ears with cotton so as not to be frightened by the roar of the griffins. They carefully groomed every feather and every inch of their skin as if they were the most expensive horses.

Ren observed the griffins with the eyes of the soul, and found that they were all low-level monsters.

There is only one element in the Griffin's soul, called "Psychic Scream", which is why their roar has a deterrent effect, and it is also the means by which they hunt their prey.

Ren was a little excited. He had never ridden a horse in his two lives, let alone a griffin.

Old Martin walked into a section, and the griffin inside saw him, and immediately lowered his head and rubbed against him.

"You come in too, don't be afraid."

Old Martin stroked the Griffin with his hands, and its eyes showed comfort, and it purred quickly, as docile as a pet cat.

Ren is not very afraid of griffins, and the low-level monsters are not a big threat to him. Even if a griffin bites, it will not lose a piece of meat.

He approached, and at the gesture of Old Martin, he put his hand on the Griffin.

The Griffin reacted immediately, turned to look at Ren, with some vigilance in his eyes, the huge eagle head sniffed in front of Ren, but gradually relaxed under the comfort of old Martin.

"You feed him some horsemeat."

Old Martin instructed: "I didn't feed this griffin on purpose in the morning, so I asked you to feed it and get close to it."

Knowing that the griffin loves horse meat the most, Ren picked up the large bucket on the ground and used iron tongs to grab a large piece of fresh horse meat and sent it to the griffin's mouth.

It was puzzled for a while, but finally couldn't resist the temptation of the food, and swallowed it down.

"Continue to feed." Old Martin ordered.

Ren did as he did, and the griffon had a large appetite. The big barrel of horse meat weighed more than 30 pounds, and it was eaten by it within a few minutes.

"Okay, don't feed too much, you continue to touch it."

Old Martin knew the temperament of the griffin very well, so he took a set of safety rope-like leather locks from the wall next to him and put them on for Ren. There is a metal buckle at the end of the safety rope, which can be buckled on the saddle of the griffin to prevent accidents and fall from the sky.

"Novices have to tie a safety rope. When you become proficient in the future, you don't have to worry about it."

Maludin asked Ren to climb on the back of the griffin, fasten the rope, and then explained to him how to control the griffin to fly.

Because it is flying in the sky, it is more stable than a horse running on the ground, so griffin riding is simpler than riding a horse.

These griffins have been trained for a long time, and they issue flight commands by bumping their feet against their ventral sides. For example, kicking with the left foot means turning left, turning right with the right foot, clamping the legs means diving down, and so on.

If you are familiar enough with Griffins, you can also command them directly with passwords.

Ren practiced on the ground a few times, and quickly mastered these instructions, and cooperated well with the Griffin.

With the help of old Martin, Ren rode the griffin out of the stable, took a deep breath, calmed down, and patted it on the back.

The griffin immediately sped up and ran, spread its wings and slammed into the sky.