Chapter 1628 Elf Princess: Don’t worry, my husband won’t dare to hurt Gretel!
The Thunder Lord's Lightning Maze.
Lord of Thunder's Lightning Whac-a-Mole.
The Lord of Thunder’s five lightning whips...
Grete cried and fell into endless tutoring classes.
When he was still a fifth- and sixth-level mage, the Lord of Thunder only asked him to develop his mental power, be able to feel the difference in voltage, and be able to identify the direction in the lightning maze and walk to the exit of the maze using only his mental power;
When he was still a young mage at level 7 or 8, the Lord of Thunder asked him to use the lightning whack-a-mole treasure box from the first level to the last level bit by bit to train his spirit.
sensitivity and finesse of force;
And when he has become a level 17 high-level mage, and should theoretically start making final adjustments and sprints to advance to legend, the Lord of Thunder's requirements for him are...
"No!" Gretel screamed, rolled around, and scurried away:
"Help! Let me go! - It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
However, the Lord of Thunder did not let him go. To be precise, the small world opened by the Lord of Thunder did not reveal itself to him.
Looking around, there was mist everywhere, deep and quiet. It was white and fluctuated with his steps...
"Snapped!"
An electric whip whipped down.
The power is not very strong, and it will not cause him to fall to the ground immediately, moan, scream, roll, or even fall into coma;
It will not be burned close to the bone, resulting in muscle necrosis, necrosis of soft tissue around the bone, and exposure of bone and joint damage;
Of course, it will not cause brain damage, cerebral edema, breathing, cardiac arrest, or more serious consequences.
It just hurts. It's like being burned by a candlelight and yelling and throwing away your hand; it's also like touching a switch when you were a child, making an ouch, immediately shrinking your hand, and then holding your fingertips in your hand.
It's painful, not a fatal pain, but it's a pain that makes people remember it so hard that they never dare to touch a candle or a switch again.
Grete hissed, threw a healing spell to himself with a frown, moved his shoulders, and threw another [Mechanized Mind] at it——
This thing can't relieve pain, but it can make him ignore the pain and make him feel better.
Magicians are not warriors. Most of them cannot fight hard despite their injuries, or even concentrate under the pain.
And with the magic of [Mechanized Mind], even the most delicate magician can make one, two, or three cuts on his body, causing blood to flow gurglingly, or even fractures, and calmly throw them out one by one.
Spells.
Gretel wanted to cheat like this. However, a dissatisfied hum came from the void. Shadowless magic waves passed by, and Gretel's [Mechanized Mind] disappeared in an instant.
Well……
No...
This doesn’t work either…
Gretel touched his shoulder with a grimace, and then his eyes suddenly froze. What was coming from the front to the right?
In the thick fog, in the thick fog, something is coming? A ray? A thin trace? Is it - fluorescence?
Is it electronic flow?
He quickly jumped to the left. There was a crackle, and a bolt of lightning shot out from the front right, grazing his shoulder and flew over. Gretel let out a small breath, okay, okay...
oops!
Another one came under the left leg!
Teacher, why are you so tricky with your current!
"Expand your mental power!" The teacher's voice sounded at the right time, cold, decisive, and unquestionable:
"Expand! Feel your surroundings! Feel the fluctuations of the elements!"
This, this, this is so difficult... He has also done this before, such as when fighting, such as in the rain forest, calling nature, reflecting the surroundings, pointing out the direction for him, and indicating the location of the enemy and friendly forces.
However, you must follow the teacher's request and use your mental energy to feel such delicate things... such as a little fluctuation in the white mist, a thin trace...
"Expand!"
Gretel gritted his teeth and worked hard to expand his mental power. With his head as the center point, he spread out in a spherical shape, spreading out. Covering his head, covering his whole body, and then pushing outward one foot, and another foot, and another foot...
…
"ah!"
Another wave of waves came over! A thin trace plowed through the mist, just like the traces left by alpha rays and beta rays in the cloud chamber that he had observed before!
Gretel jumped back urgently, but it was already too late. Following the trace, there was a fierce lightning, one forked three times, and then four forked. Gretel reflexively raised his hand to cover it, and the one on the edge was right on the edge.
There was a twitch on his forearm...
"Ouch!"
Gretel screamed, jumped back, and threw a healing spell on himself. In his panic, he forgot to maintain the mental strength around him, so another bolt of lightning fell and slapped him hard on the butt!
"Ouch! Teacher, you have gone too far!"
Gretel covered his butt and screamed. The Lord of Thunder's cold voice followed him again:
"Continue! You can do it! This level is far from your limit!"
"Ouch! Ouch——"
Gretel was running in the fog, screaming. Outside the fog, outside the office to be precise, Cerela was turning around worriedly:
"Why don't you come out yet..."
"Why hasn't Grete come out yet..."
"How long will this special training take..."
"I saw that Gretel had a bitter look on his face when he went in. He won't be hurt, right?"
"Will he be in pain? Will it be particularly painful? Will he be injured?"
Princess Norrell frowned and sat across from her, unable to answer a single word. Her husband never taught his students gently, and she had heard him tell it as a joke.
However, Princess Norrell couldn't bear the fact that Serila kept asking questions like a headless fly. She couldn't bear to tell the truth to her, and couldn't bear to comfort her by saying:
"Don't worry, Christine is just teaching the apprentice, not fighting the enemy. Even if Little Gretel's performance is not as expected, he can only give up a beating at most -"
Will Cerela cry?
Will this silver dragon girl, who has never been wronged, never been beaten, or seen little Grete beaten with her own eyes, cry?
"Don't worry," she could only take Cerela's hand affectionately and gently, pull her to her side, and sit down next to her:
"Master Nordmark is Christine's disciple, and he is his youngest disciple. Christine will not do anything to him. And these trainings are also for his own good—"
"But Gretel!"
"Gretel knows how to heal herself," Princess Norrell's voice became softer:
"Besides, Kristen will definitely control the intensity and will never let him get hurt!"
"That means he won't get hurt after he's cured! - With the healing technique, I can even more easily injure him!"
"Don't worry." Princess Norrell finally came up with her trump card:
"Let me tell you secretly, I have something to learn from Gretel. So, I told Kristen in advance that he would never dare to hurt Gretel~~~"