Learning the bow

Many people think that the God of War is a stubborn fighter, but in fact, the best fighter is also the best strategist.

He seemed carefree, but in fact he was not stupid at all. After taking Mason for a few mysterious turns, he finally came to the human world.

"Why don't they understand? You are a natural fighter. You must be trained by me."

He is a person who cannot sit still. He is always chattering even when he is on the move. This kind of personality is very suitable for dealing with people on the battlefield, and sometimes he can appear particularly annoying.

"Your body doesn't have the weaknesses of an ordinary person. You won't die even if your head is chopped off or your heart is pierced. It would be a pity if you didn't become a warrior. Imagine that the enemy stabs you in the chest with a sword, and proudly declares victory. At this time, you suddenly strike back and kill the enemy while he is off guard! How proud you will be if you tell others about it!"

Mason was not surprised that the other party saw through his true colors. Listening to the God of War's wild thoughts, he couldn't help but twitch his lips.

If you say this guy has a good brain, he uses it all in fighting; if you say he has a bad brain, the God of War has verbally designed no less than dozens of counter-attack plans using him as a template along the way, so how can he not be considered resourceful?

They were on a fast track, and the God of War took him to his treasure house in the human world. This treasure house was located in a volcano, and a strong fire dragon was in charge of guarding it. The God of War landed in the extremely hot crater and called out his name to the molten lava.

That was the dragon's true name, composed of hundreds of syllables, extremely complex and strange. The dragon stuck its head out of the molten lava, and the hot and sticky lava rolled down its red scales. To it, it was as simple as a hot bath.

"You probably haven't seen it before. This is a red dragon, a type of giant dragon that has only appeared on the mainland recently. This little guy is the king of the mountain and asked me to pay a toll. After that, we had a fight and it agreed to guard my treasure house for three hundred years."

The dragon angrily spat out flames: "That was your trick, damn god, you are already a god of war, why did you accept the mission of transporting caravans!?"

The God of War disagreed: "Transporting a caravan is so interesting, otherwise how would I meet you? I just like to walk around the ground every day and see those idiots who don't like me but can't kill me."

The dragon looked as if it was going to kill him in the next second. Mason silently moved a step to the right. The God of War quickly grabbed him and said, "Why, are you scared?"

The silver-haired child said expressionlessly: "No, it's just that the scope of your ridicule is too large, and I'm afraid that when someone beats you up, it will affect me."

"Then you have too little confidence in me. I am the God of War. I am the best fighter in the world."

Mason gave Him a complicated look.

That's right. In the later period before the black fog, the churches were fighting each other. You provoked a war between gods. One god fought against eleven gods and was not killed. Later, because of the black fog, the gods fell one after another. You were not the first one to fall.

It is hard to explain how he could survive to the later stages after being beaten so badly, if he didn't have great strength.

Somehow, the God of War always felt that the other party's eyes were a little strange. He rubbed his nose and forced to change the subject: "Okay, open my treasure house."

The red dragon leaped up and swallowed the two people, falling back into the molten lava. It swam to the deepest part of the volcano, spit the two people out again, and turned around and walked away without hesitation.

A thin film separated the molten mass from a small door. The God of War opened the door with great calmness and walked in with Mason.

"There was a magic barrier before. But I thought, if someone can defeat this red dragon and swim here and find this place, it would be a good idea to give them some rewards. So I removed the magic barrier."

Rather than a treasure trove, the inside of the door was more like a junk pile with all kinds of stuff. Mason walked around a bone on the ground that was as tall as him (there were even teeth marks on it), and saw a golden collar, a potion of unknown effect, a top-grade whetstone, and other miscellaneous things.

These things are piled up together. If a brave man really defeats the dragon outside and comes in, he will have a headache when he sees these things.

“The Kingdom of Heaven in you is not yours, but a gift from something else. Just like a thief who has found a treasure, if you want to truly master it, you need to at least enter the second stage.”

The God of War buried his head in searching. "Your strengths and weaknesses are both obvious. [Heaven] has endowed you with extraordinary recovery ability, but this does not mean that you are suitable for close combat. A warrior who can't attack is just a target for close combat. You are more suitable to gather a group of guards, strengthen them with [Heaven], and use yourself as a long-range attacker."

"This position is more suitable for a magician, but unfortunately, your body is not compatible with magic elements, even with the blessing of the magic goddess. So there is nothing more suitable for you than this."

The God of War took out a bow from the pile of junk and turned around to hand it to Mason.

This is a magical weapon that is highly sought after by everyone in the outside world. The Mithril Bow is decorated with golden vines, and the lines are smooth; the bowstring is made of the back tendons of a certain kind of monster, and it has excellent toughness.

"This is a bow I made a while ago. You can use it to practice. If you find yourself alone in a place you shouldn't be, you'll have a weapon to protect yourself."

Mason took over: "I thought the era of God's favor was quite harmonious."

"That's totally wrong. Wherever there are people, there are disputes, the only difference is the size. I can even tell you that this land will soon be in turmoil. Many human kingdoms are at war, but you don't know much about it. Every moment, endless fire and blood are burning in front of my eyes. My believers are praying, asking me to bring them victory and glory. I can see that a city-state will perish in the next few days, and the country that conquers it will become powerful. Wars continue to spread with people's ambitions, and this is just a small silhouette among them."

"I heard that you were on the side of the Grim Reaper before? Christine brought a group of rescued people there before, you should have seen them."

Mason thought of the little village: "What happened to them?"

The God of War had an ambiguous expression: "That group of people believed in a foreign god. We crushed that foreign god, and Christine rescued some of his followers."

Mason was stunned. According to the intensity of the attack on the alien god, he could hardly imagine that Christine would do such a thing, and he never expected that the God of War would say it directly.

The other party chuckled and said, "I just want you to know that there are dangers everywhere. I have no obligation to explain. Come with me, we will go to the next place."

Like the God of the Sun, the God of War likes to go to the human world very much, which makes him very familiar with humans.

As soon as they stepped into the street pub, whistles were heard in the pub.

The drunkards raised their glasses with a smile: "Bud, why did you bring a kid here today? Do you want the uncles to teach you something fun?"

The God of War used an avatar. It was a standard human being who looked like he was cut out of a template. He was carefree, unconcerned about details, with a muscular body soaked in alcohol, and a fierce face that was most popular with women in the tavern. It seemed that similar people could be seen in any city, and their names were all mercenaries.

Facing the whistles of these people, the God of War waved his hand impatiently: "Go away, I brought him here today for a serious matter."

"What's more important than drinking and women?"

The drunks laughed and talked frivolously about which dancer in the bar had the biggest butt and which was the most passionate. Alcohol and pleasure filled their minds, and the frivolous atmosphere spread all the time.

"I came here to see Rosacea, where are the others?"

"I'm here."

A drunken mercenary stood up. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, thin and with a red nose from drinking too much. The God of War laughed and cursed at him, "Get out of here!"

The man with the red nose picked up the bow leaning against the table leg, not caring that his hands and the bow were covered in fat. He followed them out and asked with a squinting look, "What are you doing? Is there a big deal?"

The God of War raised his chin and said, "Teach him how to practice archery."

The man with the red nose looked Mason up and down, grinning and saying, "It's very expensive to let me teach you how to shoot a bow. At least this price."

He raised four fingers, and the God of War rolled his eyes. "Get lost, you drunkard, you're asking me for a sky-high price just to teach you how to shoot a bow. Three cups of Golden Rose Wine, you can teach me or not. If you don't want to, get lost. You're not the only one in the city who can shoot arrows. You really think I'm a fat sheep."

The man with the rosacea didn't care about his cursing and immediately smiled and said, "Deal."

Mason was greatly shocked when he saw the bargaining. The God of War really had no airs at all and his tongue was amazing. He felt as if he and his mother were out shopping together, and the other party had a long argument with the clothes seller, bargaining the clothes from 180 yuan to 20 yuan, and he was just standing by and being punished.

It’s amazing! Anyone who can become a god is indeed amazing.

The God of War made a profit of 160 yuan and patted Mason on the shoulder with great satisfaction: "I have something to do when I go back. You follow him first. This is the best archer I know. I guarantee you will be satisfied."

He left without hesitation, leaving Mason looking at the rosacea hesitantly. The latter rubbed his nose, took Mason out of the city, found a random forest and went in, pointing in a certain direction.

"Did you see that bug?"

Mason squinted and looked again, and finally saw a small green worm hanging from the edge of the leaf. It spit out a thread from its tail, hanging itself in the air, completely blending into the background color.

“Yes.”

"Then you can watch it."

The man with the red nose bent his bow and drew his arrow, shooting it without much aiming. The arrow slid in a beautiful arc in the air, crushing the green worm directly into the tree behind it. The white silk on the leaves was still swaying in the air.

This series of movements was done smoothly and in the blink of an eye. Rosacea put down the longbow and said lazily, "This is the simplest goal. From today on, draw the bow a thousand times and squat a thousand times every day. I will set goals for you to achieve every day. Show me your bow."

Mason handed the bow over. Rosacea glanced at it and took it away calmly: "The bow is good, but you can't use it now. Go buy yourself a wooden bow and practice with that from now on."

Mason agreed without any resistance.

He was always serious about his studies, always doing what he was told, and never cutting corners. The next day, Rosacea got him a wooden bow, which was completely different from the longbow made by the God of War himself. Mason said nothing and just practiced with it.

Draw the bow a thousand times a day, squat a thousand times a day. Running, holding your breath, hiding in the woods...

He would learn anything as long as it was required by rosacea.

Such training intensity would cause irreversible harm to ordinary people, but Mason didn't care at all.

Any wound will be healed directly by Heaven. Besides, Canaan's body is just a piece of flesh, so why would he be afraid of wear and tear?

"Tense your muscles. Don't blink even if a bug lands on your eyelids. You have to concentrate!"

“Hold the bow high. Line your eyes up with the sight. Hold the bow at eye level. This allows your shoulders to stretch as much as possible and your back muscles to lengthen and relax.”

Rosacea sat beside him, drinking his wine happily and giving him some pointers from time to time. This was completely different from the cheat codes that came with the vest, and he had to learn it all by himself.

The God of War would bring some wine from time to time when he was free from fighting with other gods, and drink and joke with the drunkard. Only the silver-haired child stood by miserably, repeatedly pulling the bow.

His hands were wounded by the bowstring, and then healed by [Heaven]. The wounds caused by excessive training healed automatically. [Heaven] stimulated by the God of the Sun always maintained in a very small range. Since there was no pollution in the outside world, it spontaneously transformed the pollution that Canaan had absorbed into his body to replenish energy.

Mason usually doesn't pay attention to these little details, but during the boring training, even observing the operation of [Heaven] became fun. As he watched, an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

This might be a good way to extend the life of your vest.

All along, Mason knew that these vests were destined to be consumables.

For example, if Oreius uses too much, he will become a bloodthirsty madman. If Canaan absorbs too much pollution, he will become a nightmarish monster.

When fighting against the [Mother of Ten Thousand Stones], he had used the power of the divine star to see once what these two vests would look like in their full growth.

The opposite of strength is terror, and their existence is a threat to the world. If a similar situation really occurs, the only way is to destroy the vest.

The food for Canaan's incubation is pollution. The conversion efficiency of [Heaven] is too low, which will cause the absorbed pollution to continue to accumulate. In the eras after the crossing, the black fog has not yet appeared. As long as [Heaven] is activated in these eras to eliminate the accumulated pollution, then as long as there are enough leaves of the world tree, Canaan will be curse-free and become a perpetual motion machine.

Mason was delighted when he figured it all out. The vests were certainly useful, but unfortunately there were too few of them. He needed to deepen his influence on the world every time to reap new rewards. On the other hand, too many vests might alert the big powers.

What he has to do now is to lay a solid foundation while helping the World Tree bear fruit. Even if it is not used now, no matter what happens in the future, he will have the confidence to play another card.

Thinking of this, Mason took training more seriously. He was like a sponge, absorbing nutrients hungrily, which made Rosacea secretly shocked.

Even though Mason himself does not have the various abilities of the vests, his awareness and vision are already completely different from his original self. His abilities belong to the vests, but he is also growing as he operates the vests.

The Dark Ages gave him many things, one of which was extremely keen observation. Being alert to danger was an instinct for the people of the Dark Ages. Combined with his flawless body, hard work day and night, extraordinary talent and firm goals, these things combined into an incredible miracle.

Any technique mentioned can be used in battle immediately. The silver-haired boy has a natural sensitivity, and any movement cannot escape his eyes. This is a very precious talent for an archer.

Rosacea was prepared for a long battle, but after just a few days, he had to admit that he had underestimated the opponent.

This is a natural born warrior. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to imagine that he would actually meet such a genius. When he was young, Rosacea was also a top-notch character among his peers, but watching the other party's practice, he inexplicably felt a little sad in his heart, it turned out that he was really old.

"I don't have any more basics to teach you. The rest you can only learn through constant practice."

After testing the learning results, Rosacea smacked his lips and a look of regret appeared on his face.

"If you could study with me for a few more years... no, even a few months, I would definitely be able to teach you more. What a pity, what a pity."

The silver-haired boy carried a wooden bow on his back, stood straight and looked serious. Of course, a few days of training would not allow him to become an archer directly, but the rosacea had laid a solid foundation for him. Through rigorous training, he had memorized every key point firmly in his mind. Just as the other party said, the rest could only be polished slowly over time.

Mason bowed respectfully: "I will never forget your help. Please allow me to call you teacher. Would you like to tell me your name?"

"I can't bear to hear such words from the future gods."

Rosacea chuckled and returned the bow to him. Mason felt the bow become lighter when he took it, as if it was infused with some strange power, making every arrow he shot more light.

Without waiting for Mason to thank him, Rosacea returned to his usual drunken state, shaking his head and turning back the way he came. His figure became increasingly distant, leaving only a sigh of dejection.

"What a pity, what a pity. After seeing a good talent like you, how should I choose my successor in the future? The Ares family only knows how to trick me..."

When the rosacea disappeared completely, a voice floated out from the woods, saying faintly: "So you have so many teachers."

Mason's expression suddenly froze, not noticing when the other party came. He called out "Teacher" with a guilty conscience.

What is social death? He found a new teacher behind his teacher's back and was discovered. The silver-haired child's eyes were wandering, looking at the sky and the ground but not at the other person.

Nasir came out of the woods, smiling half-smiled. Mason dared not look at him anymore, and changed the subject: "Where is the God of War?"

"Who knows? He was probably beaten somewhere."

The God of War had gone too far this time, not giving the other gods any face. Even the usually gentle Goddess of Beauty had been offended, and her fate was naturally not good.

Even though the God of War deserves to be beaten for everything he does, he is still a very nice person.

Mason silently blessed him in his heart, hoping that the God of War would be fine the next time he saw him. As if he could see what he was thinking, Nasir sneered contemptuously: "If He had not treated you well, I would not be so polite now."

Hearing the teacher's anger, Mason suddenly became quiet as a chicken. Nasir didn't bother him too much about this.

"Let's go back. We've been outside for too long. I need to prepare for the ceremony as soon as possible."

The child put his hand on it: "Ceremony?"

"The kingdom of our Lord is different from that of other gods. Only the dead can reach it. If Christin wants to be favored by the gods, he must go to the kingdom of the dead. The lunar eclipse in five days is the only chance. This will take some time, maybe a few days, maybe a few months, maybe a few years. But no matter what, if he can get the favor of the god of death as a living person, he can gather the favor of the twelve true gods and become the well-deserved first person in the human race."

Nasir explained, summoning a nightmare with black flames all over its body, and holding Mason on it.

Nightmare flew up under the black flames, her speed no less than that of Nell at ordinary times. A translucent magic shield protected the two of them, and her long black hair fell in front of Mason's eyes, swaying slightly with her movements.

"This is important to you. One day, you will also walk this path."