Mage Veigar

Chapter 178 I will be back

boom--

Veigar punched the statue, and the echo lasted for a long time.

The fish died and the net was broken?

This is simply impossible.

Because most of the Empire's remaining troops had regrouped in the city of Kareni, and Foster had probably confirmed that it was safe, so he didn't mention the matter to Vega until seven days later.

Although the fight to the death will indeed cause Foster to suffer serious damage.

But it was only a few broken bones, while Vega had to pay with his own life. To him, nothing in the world was as valuable as life. In the end, he chose to live a peaceful life.

Follow Foster's orders and go to the Central Military Academy.

When Vega chose this order, it meant that all the influence he had gained in Kareni so far would vanish into thin air. After graduating from the military academy, even if he applied to return to the north, he would probably be directly rejected by the Third Army.

There is nothing we can do about this.

Vega finally sighed. He had to choose between resistance and obedience. Resistance might cost him his life, but obedience would allow him to take away a little honor and start over.

If only there was one more year...

If I could go to military school a year later, everything would be arranged properly.

Vega returned to the officers' quarters.

The time to go to the military academy is one week later. One week later, he needs to go to the Central Military Academy alone with the recommendation letter he has already obtained. And because of the loss of air supremacy in the north, civilian magic airships dare not take off, so the journey must be full of dangers.

"If I die on the way to the military academy..."

Vega smiled bitterly: "If he really died on the road, it would probably be the ending that Foster would most like to see."

Sighing, Vega sat cross-legged on the bed.

He closed his eyes, feeling the magic and mental strength in his body. After all, he did not have any guards along the way and had to rely entirely on his own strength to reach the Central Military Academy. Therefore, his own strength would be his greatest reliance.

"The upper limit of mental power has been raised. Has it reached the level of a third-level magician?"

After this great battle, Vega first felt that his mental power had been upgraded to the level of a Level 3 magician, and was even just a little bit away from breaking through the upper limit of Level 4. The mental power he gained from the last battle was too much.

Level 3 magician.

Firstly, this means that he can now learn third-level magic. Secondly, the defense of the Mage Shield, the duration of Shadow Style, Trickery Style, and Shadow Style·Mirror Image have also been greatly extended, which means that his life safety will be further guaranteed.

In Vega's opinion, the latter is the most important.

If he had enough mental strength, he would even like to cast the trick spell 24 hours a day.

"A level 3 magician."

Vega couldn't help but feel proud in his heart. He was promoted three levels in less than a year. This was almost unprecedented in history. The advancement of mages was notoriously slow, and those high-level mages usually had a higher starting point when they first awakened their spiritual power.

However, a high starting point is not omnipotent. If the professional's level is not high enough and the magic power is insufficient, even if he has learned high-level magic, it would be a pity if he does not have enough magic power to release.

What Vega regrets most is——

Even with nearly ten thousand lives, his professional level could not be improved. For some unknown reason, his professional level was stuck at the peak of Apprentice Level 5 and could not move up a step.

At first he thought the gold finger had disappeared.

However, his mental strength that continued to grow during the killing made him realize that the golden finger did not disappear, but there was some problem, causing his professional rank to stagnate.

Although his rank stagnated, it was comforting that he seemed to gain skill points when his subordinates killed magicians, but only 0.2 points at a time. This war contributed about 3 skill points to him.

Do not underestimate these 3 skill points.

In war, the death of magicians is generally uncommon. It is already very remarkable to be able to kill more than a small team of enemies' mages in the final battle. The highest death rate is generally among ordinary troops and professional troops.

Although he has skill points, unfortunately he has no gold coins. Open your eyes.

Veigar was at a loss as to what to do. Although the magic power of a level 5 apprentice was sufficient for a level 3 magician, once the magician's level rose to level 4, the magic power required for the Mage Shield and other magic would increase exponentially, and by then he would really be unable to cope with it.

Ordinary magicians don't have to worry about it, because they have only learned one or two magics at most.

But Veigar was different, he relied on skill points to learn too much magic.

Even now, if three kinds of magic plus the Mage's Shield are cast at the same time, the supply of magic power begins to become insufficient, unless one deliberately reduces the power of the magic, but this is putting the cart before the horse.

“We must find a way to advance as soon as possible.”

Whether it is the supply of magic power or the ability to learn the coveted intermediate combat skills after being promoted to a lower-level professional, Vega needs to put the search for a way to advance on the agenda.

Seven days later.

After putting on his military uniform and magic cloak... and finally carrying a military backpack that was bigger than himself, Vega opened the door of the officers' dormitory and walked towards the south city gate.

along the way.

Many civilians greeted Vega. Before he had walked a thousand meters, all kinds of food were hanging on his body and there was even an egg stuffed in his mouth. He finally bought a carriage and survived.

Arrived at the South Gate.

Vega discovered that a group of officers from the Third Army came to see him off, including the division commander Raglan, with whom he had some conflicts, and Foster, the commander-in-chief of the Third Army who personally drove him out of Kareni.

First up is Commander-in-Chief Foster.

He saluted Vega and handed over a gold bank note with a value of 10,000. “This is a small gift from the Third Army. May the glory of the empire be with you. Please remember that Kareni City will always be your home.”

"Thank you, Commander."

Vega pretended to be touched, and his appearance was in perfect condition.

Raglan also stepped forward and said, "Captain Vega, although I especially hoped that you could leave Kareni before, at this critical moment of the war, I still hope that you... I wish you good luck in your military career."

"Cough cough..."

Gunther Burton coughed twice, patted Vega on the shoulder with some sadness and said: "Captain Vega, I hope that one day, we can fight side by side again."

“It will definitely happen.”

I don’t know whether he was venting his dissatisfaction or making a vow.

Vega saluted everyone, and then said in a resolute voice: "One day, I, Vega Kareni, will come back."

Be it military or civilians.

When they saw Vega was leaving Kareni, they all saluted and said goodbye. It was a salute from the heart, which could be seen just from their eyes. Because eyes can never lie.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Foster let out a long sigh.

He was very glad that he had made the decision to send Vega away before his influence was consolidated. Otherwise, with Vega's great feat of saving the entire Kareni, even he could not have predicted what would happen a year later.

Even though he knew that keeping Vega would be beneficial to the battle situation.

However, he did not have the courage to use a chess piece that was not under his control, no matter how useful it was. He even dared not keep the chess piece within his sight.

Even though I really don't want to admit it.

But Foster did once again experience the long-lost fear, the fear of the 12-year-old boy in his skin.

war machine.

I was asked by someone to promote this two-dimensional book "Elf Strategy".

I guess I've been buried in writing for a long time and haven't posted anything. Everyone is almost forgetting about me, so I'll take this opportunity to ask for some monthly tickets to show my presence~
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(End of this chapter)