Master said that the so-called God is the most powerful existence in this world, and neither humans nor beasts can match this power. But Zhao Yan felt that what he said was not accurate, because he was weak and he knew it best. Now, except for his abnormal recovery ability, even children can beat him. If he is a god, then this god is simply a joke. I really don't know what is worth worshipping about gods. The morning sun shone on Zhao Yan's face, and a new day began. The master had gotten up early, and I didn't know what he was doing. I only heard the sound of bangs, just like the firecrackers set off during the New Year. So Zhao Yan got up and looked for the sound. After climbing a hundred steps, he saw the master mixing something with a very focused expression. When he poured the liquid from one bottle into another bottle, it would make the sound of firecrackers exploding. The color of the liquid will also change to another color as the two liquids blend. The master noticed his arrival and said to Zhao Yan. "Now that you're up, come and make it." Zhao Yan walked over, sat aside and watched the master mixing the liquid and asked. "Master, what are you doing?" The master said casually. "I'm making a recovery potion." After that, he ignored Zhao Yan and continued to concentrate on mixing. Zhao Yan thought, the recovery potion was actually made in this way, and there was even an explosion in the process. If it is not drunk properly, will it explode in the body and directly explode the intestines and stomach. Regardless of whether others dare to drink it or not, I will not drink it after seeing the production process. After a long time, the master poured the mixed potion into a small bottle, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had accomplished a feat. Zhao Yan looked at his relieved look and found it very funny. In his opinion, it was just pouring various medicinal juices into different bottles to blend. "Master, is the recovery potion you made so difficult? It looks like you are exhausted to make such a bottle." The master's face suddenly darkened when he heard Zhao Yan say this. He said in a reprimanding tone. "What do you know! The synthesis of this potion requires the control of the ingredients of the herbs, the dosage of the fusion, and the limit of what the human body can bear. And some unexpected losses, it is not easy to make such a bottle. Do you know that if such a bottle of potion is exchanged for coins, it can be exchanged for a house in the rich area. This is simple, do you know how rare the materials for making potions are?" The master was obviously anxious because of my questioning, and began to talk with saliva flying.
The old man, the master, gave Zhao Yan the feeling of a child. Although he had strength, he would get angry at any time, and his temper was like lighting a gunpowder barrel. The lecture lasted for half an hour, and then he was panting and flushed to clean up the remaining materials on the table. Then he plugged the top of the small bottle with a small wooden cork and handed it to Zhao Yan. "This is for you. Hurry up and keep it. Although you have a strong recovery ability, there should be a limit to your ability to bear. If you exceed the limit, this bottle of medicine may save your life. Even if you don't use it, you can sell it when you encounter difficulties and solve many problems." After saying that, he stretched out his hand and held Zhao Yan's arm. Then he used a needle to casually pierce Zhao Yan's flesh. Zhao Yan was not prepared for such a stab and his body trembled. The pain went through his arm and entered his brain. But Zhao Yan was deeply moved by the master. Although this old man was a little unreliable, he knew that this old guy really regarded himself as his apprentice when he saw him getting up early to prepare such a precious medicine for himself. The master washed the needle for a long time, gritted his teeth and worked hard for a long time, and sweat appeared on his forehead. He didn't even draw a drop of blood, which inevitably made him feel strange. The reason why the master was so embarrassed was that the needle was like a stone, and it was not easy to extract liquid from the stone. But Zhao Yan knew that even if it was not easy, he could do it easily if he wanted to with his strength, after all, his strength was there. But seeing his trembling old hand holding the needle tube and the other hand dragging his arm, he could feel that the master used rhythmic force to control his strength, otherwise the needle would have been inserted for such a long time, and the pain would have killed Zhao Yan. After working for a long time, the master pulled out the needle, and Zhao Yan's skin returned to its original state in just a moment, without even a red spot left. The master frowned, and it was obvious what he was thinking. Even if Zhao Yan was stupid, he knew that he wanted to make him bleed a little, after all, the original purpose was to study himself. If he didn't bleed, he would not be able to study his appearance every day. So Zhao Yan put his index finger in his mouth and bit it hard, thinking, the needle didn't work, so I bit it to leave a little. But with this bite, he was so ruthless that he almost bit off his finger. Blood immediately gushed out from the bitten part of his finger like a spring.
The master was dumbfounded, and Zhao Yan was dumbfounded too. He didn't expect that the blood that couldn't be drawn out could be drawn out so smoothly by biting, it was almost too smooth. The blood was almost gushing out. So the master was only stunned for two seconds, and then he took a container to catch the blood flowing out of Zhao Yan's finger. Zhao Yan saw that a lot of blood had flowed, so he quickly tightened the base of his finger to stop the bleeding. Even so, the blood still flowed slowly. It was obvious that the wound caused by this bite was more serious than he had imagined. At this time, the master put his palm against Zhao Yan's wound and muttered. "Heal." Strangely enough, when the master cast magic, the wound began to recover slowly, and it recovered after a few minutes and no longer bled. But the teeth marks from the bite were still visible on the finger.
The master said when he saw that the flesh had healed. "It's really amazing. I didn't expect that your healing ability is not affected by external forces, but you can hurt yourself. And your body's recovery ability is so strong, I didn't expect that healing magic can actually work." Zhao Yan looked at his fingers. Although it was still a little painful, it looked healed on the outside. So he asked. "Master, is this healing magic related to the body's recovery ability?" The master nodded and said. "That's right, because a person's body healing ability is different, but it will not exceed the scope of humans like you. As far as I know, even the strange beasts on the continent do not have such a recovery ability. And your body, according to reason, healing magic will not work. Because your recovery ability has exceeded the healing magic by too much." After speaking, he pointed to Zhao Yan's wound. "Look at your finger, although it has healed, it still feels painful." Zhao Yan nodded. "That's because when the flesh is affected by external forces, part of the magic power will be lost. Even if the lost magic power is restored, it will never be the original skin. This is why there are tooth marks and dull pain on your fingers after I cast magic." Zhao Yan nodded. He understood what he meant. It was probably a simple question of why injuries leave scars, but the explanation in this world was not reasonable. But in theory, there is no difference. But Zhao Yan was still very interested in such magical magic, so he asked more about magic. And the master also patiently explained. On this continent, the human body is naturally much better than that of humans on Earth. With the innate advantages of the body, there will naturally be another different evolution. There are three types of humans in this world. One is excellent in magic power. This kind of people are destined to a career in magic from the moment they are born, but how much they can grow depends on their personal abilities. The second type is the warrior type with a superior body and keen combat instincts. Such people can gain their own strength through training. Growth is often closely related to combat experience. It's like a child who has been fighting every day since he was ten years old, and a strong man who has trained his muscles in the gym every day. The result of the two fighting each other ten years later is predictable. Even if the former is a little worse in physical fitness, it is still easy for him to win. After all, experience is there. The third type of people are ordinary people. Such people have good physical fitness, ordinary magic power, and no extraordinary combat intuition. Such people will definitely not achieve much. Magic is a person's own energy. For example, a magician in full condition has a combat power of 1,000. If he uses a magic that consumes 50, his combat power will be 950. And so on. But the consumption of magic in battle is not absolute. Magicians can obtain temporary magic power through external supplements, just like various potions. Another way to temporarily increase magic power is more extreme. If you want to become a magician, I don't recommend you to use this method, but when life and death are at stake, it is worth it to survive even at a high price. That is to sacrifice a part of yourself to gain powerful magic power. As for which part, the more important it is to yourself, the greater the temporary power you get. This is proportional. And magicians usually have spare power in battle, after all, it is long-range firepower and battlefield support. Even if you can't win, you can escape. In comparison, the casualty rate of magicians is less than that of warriors. But the ratio of the two professions is also very different. Among a thousand people, there may be 50 excellent warriors, but it is lucky for magicians to have one or two.
Magic can be roughly divided into three categories. Attack magic, auxiliary magic, and industrial magic. Compared with the three types of magic, industrial magic consumes the lowest magic power, such as the light that lights up at night, lighting, and carrying. This kind of simple magic, even most civilians will use it, and the consumption does not have much impact on people themselves, but they will feel tired. The offensive magic is more intuitive, using their own magic power to condense and release offensive magic. It is roughly divided into the mainstream attack methods of wind, fire, thunder and water, and there are some more alternative attack methods. There are so many types that it is not possible to explain them in a short time. The third type of magic auxiliary is the one that consumes the most. If the total amount of magic of the magician is not enough, not only will he not be able to cast magic, but he will also lose his combat effectiveness instantly due to insufficient magic power. Therefore, most auxiliary magicians use magic one-on-one, such as healing. Although this kind of magic is simple, it is also the most effective way to restore the combat effectiveness of teammates. Although this kind of magic does not consume much, when healing multiple people at the same time, the consumption is also doubled. The most important point is that there is a limitation on the use of healing magic, that is, the magic power in the body has the ability to heal others. If not, it is impossible to cast healing magic. Therefore, although your master is an auxiliary healing mage, I can still sit firmly in the position of a great magician. Speaking of this, the master couldn't help but feel proud. Zhao Yan also listened very seriously. If the auxiliary magic is so strong, then it can instantly restore a wounded army, and the combat power will be twice that of others. Whether it is attack magic or charging soldiers, they can't bear it under such endurance. After all, he is actually consuming, while the opponent can rely on recovery magic to fight continuously. Although the combat power has decreased, if it continues for a long time, the result can be imagined. So Zhao Yan asked. "Master, how many people can you heal at the same time?" The master thought for a while. "About a thousand people, it should be all the troops in this territory."