Being Blind For Five Years, All My Disciples Became Forbidden Curse Mages Chapter 112

112 Quite Confident

Fang Ping glanced at the people around him. It was one thing to steal jerky, but what good is there to steal the remaining half of the yellow melon pancake?

Wait a minute, the girl came back first just now. Could it be…

If she wanted it she could have asked directly, it wasn't like he wouldn't give it to her. She even specially took leftovers.

He glanced at the girls around him and wondered who it was.

Fang Ping was woken up by the cold in the wee hours of the morning.

The fire beside them had been extinguished. The wind wasn't strong, but it was still cold.

Crawling out of the sleeping bag, he quickly put on the Elemental Set. Only when he finally put on the helmet did the chill lessen.

The weather was clear tonight, and the atmospheric radiation was very weak. No wonder it was so cold.

He put away the clothes beside the fire. Not long after, they were almost done.

When he looked up, the moon above his head was very round and bright, like a round biscuit hanging in the sky.

The moon appeared once every three days. Sometimes it was curved, sometimes it was half-full. Fang Ping still did not know the pattern of the moon's change.

Under the bright moonlight, sleeping bags lay quietly under the snow. They were covered in a gentle white luster.

In the distance, a man was waving his sword. It was the night watchman. With every few swings, he put down his sword and looked around before continuing to swing his sword.

Fang Ping was already awake and did not want to sleep anymore.

The night watchman did not look over. The people around him were sleeping soundly, so he said softly, “Summon the Cat-man Swordsman.”

This was the first summoning-type skill Fang Ping had learned after advancing to Excellent-grade. He had yet to use the special characteristics.

After waiting for seven to eight seconds, a petite girl about 1.5 meters tall appeared in the empty space in front of her.

It was not a girl, but a Cat-girl. She also had two furry little ears on her head.

She had waist-length hair, a slim-fit dress, and a short knife in her left hand.

Under the moonlight, he couldn't see all too clearly, but felt that she should be quite good-looking.

Especially her eyes, which were sparkling and moving.

Coincidentally, he still had the silver coin that Gran had given him. He took it out and muttered to the Cat-man Swordsman in front of him, “Special characteristics.”

“Special characteristics given to failure. Target: Cat-man Swordsman. Abundant energy. Basic quality increased.”

The Cat-man Swordsman in front of him slowly disappeared. Fang Ping opened his hand, and the silver coins in his palm were gone.

How could this fail?

This was the first time Fang Ping had encountered a situation where he had failed to bestow characteristics when he had sufficient energy. He did not know what was going on.

It was better to check the characteristics.

Subimage (Random Summoning): Boiling Blood Troll, Rabbit-Man Hunter, Griffin, Elven Warrior, Cat-man Swordsman.

[Excellent-grade Cat-man Swordsman: 3 Strength, 40 HP, Characteristics Ambush. Attack power doubled during the first attack.]

This… was also a characteristic.

Was this the meaning of failure? It had become Excellent-grade, but it was still a characteristic. However, compared to Ordinary-grade, it had increased 1 point of strength and 10 points of attack power.

Attack power was not important, but Strength was.

3 Strength, in addition to the double effect of Special Ambush, which meant that if the first slash hit a vital point, it could cause a total of 60 damage.

One had to know that the Boiling Blood Troll's Attack was only 60 points.

So powerful!

Fang Ping smiled. Although he had failed, it was not bad. He could accept it.

However, it was originally at the Ordinary-grade and only needed 100 points of energy. Now that it had advanced to the Excellent level, the consumption had directly increased by five times.

Fang Ping sighed. Each and every one of these skills had reached Excellent-grade. Each of them cost 500 energy points. He really could not afford to use them.

Although he had many skills now, he could not use many of them.

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The speed of increasing the upper limit of energy was still too slow if he purely hoped that the characteristics would be charged.

It seemed that he could not slack off but to continue to accumulate energy.

Fang Ping slacked off for a few days. He did not accumulate any energy at night and went straight to sleep.

He only had about 1,500 energy points now. He still needed a long time to gather 2,000 energy points and learn the next skill.

He took out an energy fragment from his backpack and crawled into his sleeping bag.

Since he was wearing an Elemental Set and felt uncomfortable sleeping, he would not sleep anymore and accumulate energy.

Holding the energy fragments, he closed his eyes and paid attention to the small light spots around his body, driving them into his body.

“Everyone, put on your backpacks and follow me. Stay quiet and pay attention to my gestures.”

This time, Elsa did not let Fang Ping command. Instead, she led the team herself.

Elsa led the team and set off to the side. They didn't take the main road of the fortress, but the dirt road.

Compared to the main road, there were many gullies and rocks on the dirt road. The snow was deeper, and the road was even more difficult to walk.

No one complained as they followed quietly.

“Eh, is that the hot spring we soaked in yesterday?” Fang Ping asked Qing Niao in a low voice.

However, Qing Niao placed his finger on his lips and made a gesture of silence. He did not answer.

'All right, keep quiet.'

This should be the lower reaches of the hot spring river yesterday.

There was basically no white fog around the river, which meant that the water temperature had dropped a lot and both sides of the river had frozen.

It would definitely not be a wonderful experience to jump over the narrow river.

But where were they going?

They kept walking on.

After circling around two small mountains, they were getting further and further away from the fort's official road. The terrain was also slightly lower. Looking up from the side, they could still see the figures of the Lord's Guards in a line on the distant mountain.

Did they split up because of what happened yesterday?

What happened yesterday?

There didn't seem to be any battle. What did that lonely corpse mean? His silver-white armor didn't look cheap.

Chen Long walked in front and wore his black robe again. He did not have the chance to ask him what happened yesterday.

The stronger ones walked in front. Chen Long was also in the first group.

In front of them, someone saw Fang Ping looking into the distance and said, “That's Blade Peak.”

Fang Ping looked over. It was Gran from yesterday.

He stopped for two steps and waited for Fang Ping to walk over.

“Do you know what happened yesterday?”

Gran shook his head. “I don't know. However, the Fire Dragon Frontier Fortress used to be the main source of Silverlight Iron Ore. Over the years, the Trolls and Gnomes have been flourishing. Trade routes have been blocked, the mining industry has shrunk, and the production of Silverlight Sets has decreased.

“That person yesterday was wearing a Silver Light Set. He's probably from Fire Dragon City.”

Gran pointed at the small figures in the distance. “That's the location of a famous battle, the obstruction battle on Knife Edge Mountain.

During the Holy War back then, the Elves attacked the Fire Dragon Frontier Fortress and sent a total of 3,000 Elves' Pegasus Assault Soldiers. They tried to use the high mobility of the Pegasus to break through the Fire Dragon Frontier Fortress, which was known as the Pinnacle of Despair.

Unexpectedly, the Pegasus Commando Unit encountered Duke Dewey's obstruction on Knife Edge Mountain Road before they could even see the Fire Dragon Front Pass.

“Among the three thousand middle and high-level Pegasus Assault Troops, the leader was the current Commander of the Westwind, Phillie. In the end, eight hundred Elves died, more than a thousand were injured, and Phillie was also seriously injured. And less than half of the Humans were injured.”

When Gran talked about history, he seemed quite confident.

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