"No, he should not be a great magician, but a summoner and an alchemist who are both very rare among humans." Taiya thought for a while and said in a deep voice.
Summoners are a branch of magicians among humans. They are a mage profession that can enter into magical contracts with monsters, creatures from other dimensions, and other planes to summon them to fight for themselves. The strength of a summoner does not depend on magic power.
The size depends on the strength of the summoned object that has made a magic contract with him.
Maybe a summoner with only a junior magician's magic power signs a summoning contract with an eighth-level magic beast, and his combat power can even be comparable to that of a first-level magician.
Alchemists are also a branch of magicians among humans. They use the power of magic and machinery to create all kinds of incredible weapons, armors, and combat puppets. The combat effectiveness of an alchemist depends entirely on his alchemy items.
If an alchemist with such power has dozens of eighth-level magic puppets, even a ninth-level master would not dare to fight him!
Summoners and alchemists are both in great need of talent, and they are also part of a rare group of magicians. Human beings who can perform both professions are extremely rare, and they are all geniuses among geniuses.
In particular, every alchemical invention made by an alchemist has the potential to raise the level of human combat effectiveness to a higher level. Many alien races that are hostile to humans have suffered enough from the high-tech combat weapons invented by human alchemists. The height of human beings
The first-level alchemist is the person that all alien races want to hunt the most.
"The alchemist is actually an alchemist. It seems that the Kingdom of Panturo has produced an amazing human genius." Wojin said slowly after listening to Taiya's analysis.
"Genius? Before he has the status and power comparable to his ability, a genius is very fragile. Walker, do you remember the appearance of that human being?" Taiya smiled calmly and asked Walker.
"Lord Taiya, the appearance of that human being has been completely engraved in my mind." Walker responded.
"Very good! Let's see how I can nip that human genius in the cradle." Taiya said with a confident smile.
Next to Taiya, all the orc warriors looked at the confident Taiya and were infected by his confidence. They believed that this most outstanding young hero of the Taige clan could definitely achieve what he wanted to do easily.
Everything is as it was before.
This surprise attack on Daupenburu City was also because Taiya in front of him was alone, deep into the deepest part of the Berniman Death Swamp, and he did not know what agreement he had reached with the Emperor Hydra, who commanded the Berniman Death Swamp.
The high-level monsters in the Boniman Death Swamp all made way for the orc army to attack this time, which allowed the surprise attack to succeed. Otherwise, no matter how tyrannical the orc army was, it would have to force its way through the Boniman Army.
In the Death Swamp, facing those high-level monsters that survive in the swamp, I am afraid that not even one out of ten can survive.
Moreover, during the most intense battle, the demoralizing voice among the human warriors was also a trap arranged by Taiya in advance. That sentence allowed the orc warriors to easily defeat the human warriors who had no intention of fighting.
One sunny afternoon ten days later.
In a small manor near Padolic City, the capital of King Panturo, under the bright sunshine, the farmers in the manor were busy taking care of the fields for the manor owner, using their hard work in exchange for a family
Human rations.
A meal of potato stewed with pork soup, plus a few pieces of black bread, this is what the peasants who are vassal to the noble manor owners want to eat most. Perhaps during the New Year and the holidays, the manor is not too bad-tempered.
The Lord will also allow them all to eat soft, sweet white bread.
While the farmers were working hard, a loud noise came from the distance, attracting the attention of all the farmers who were working hard underground!
I saw on the path leading to the manor, a huge lizard with a body length of four meters, covered with a layer of black scales, and an extremely ferocious appearance was crawling towards this side, disappearing in the land of the manor.
Farmers who have spent their whole lives have never seen such a terrifying beast.
"Warcraft! That is the legendary Warcraft, a ferocious beast that only the mysterious and powerful magician can control. Those two people should be the legendary magicians!"
Among the crowd, although no one had seen the monster, the fear of the monster and the power of the magician in many stories left a deep impression on people, and some clever people guessed the huge monster.
He took on the identity of the lizard and immediately ran to the manor to report to the owner of the manor.
The owner of this manor is named Pope, and he is a baron in the Kingdom of Panturo. His ancestors have made great military exploits for the king of the Kingdom of Panturo, and therefore have a hereditary and irreplaceable baronage.
Pope inherited the title of baronet and this not-so-large manor from his deceased father ten years ago, and lived a peaceful and decent life in this manor with his beautiful wife.
Pope is very self-aware and knows that he has no ability, so he has no intention of climbing up the upper-class aristocratic circle in the royal capital of Padolic City. He just manages his own manor and nearby villages in a normal way.
some industries.
Under the guidance of Pop's thoughts, his life was pretty good. On this day, he was also eating leisurely in the garden with his wife, who was about forty years old and still very charming.
After eating pastries and drinking afternoon tea, I prepared to take a rest and go fishing in the nearby stream.
At this moment, led by a guard, a young farmer walked into the manor and came to Pope.
"Jack, what's the matter?" Pope looked at the young man and asked calmly with a majestic look. In this manor, his status and power were almost the same as the lord of a city.
In front of the common people, he must maintain the majesty of a noble.
"Lord Pop, a magician riding a terrifying monster came to our manor." Jack glanced at Pop and replied uneasily.
"What? A magician? A magician riding a terrifying monster?" After hearing Jack's words, Pop's expression changed, and then he pulled his wife and walked towards the entrance of the manor.
The social status of any junior magician is not inferior to that of a baron with a small fiefdom and weak strength. A magician who can ride a terrifying monster is an existence that a small noble like Pope needs to look up to.
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Moreover, most magicians are weird people. If they make them unhappy, there are many people who die inexplicably. Pop doesn't want to be one of those people who die inexplicably.