After failing to release the spell, Shaoke quickly began meditation at the suggestion of another mage. With the silver light in the diamond array, the space turbulence caused by the failure of spell casting, he slowly calmed down.

After another mage refused Shaoko's request to cast spells again, Shaoko had to sit on the carpet and start meditating to restore the various consumption caused by the spells just released. After this period of meditation and the large amount of medication, the mental power in the mental space was several times more than when he was promoted, but it still took some time to slowly condense.

After immersing in meditation, Shaoko thought hard about the reason for the failure of the casting just now, but he did not find anything abnormal in the meditation space. Moreover, he felt that the outlined meditation array was always unstable when he was meditating. Finally, he reluctantly left the meditation space and leaned against the wall next to him quietly recalling the scene when he casted the spell just now.

The mage who was casting the spell did not care about Shauko, but just frowned and continued to release the spell.

More and more soldiers were sent to fight on both sides. One-level and second-level soldiers were mixed with ordinary soldiers. They rushed to the city to fight for a while before they could be intercepted by the low-level soldiers of the Blue Feather Empire, and then locked by the mages, and then bombarded and killed.

Shaoke did not pay attention to the things on the battlefield, but racked his brains to think about the reasons for the failure of casting. At this time, another mage released a first-level spell, and the same thing happened to Shaoke. The newly formed spell structure suddenly dispersed. The mage shook pale and sat on the ground, indicating that Shaoke would temporarily replace him, and quickly began to meditate on the turmoil of the calm space.

After seeing another mage failing to cast a spell, Shaoke quickly stood at the casting window, tried hard to calm down the shadow brought by the failure to cast a spell, and began to chant the spell slowly. When the "hot ray" accurately cut off most of the head of a second-level warrior, his worries when he just cast the spell eliminated. However, the shadow of the failure to cast was entangled with him every time he released the spell. With the sound of fighting that seemed to never stop, Shaoke felt his head became more and more confused. When a spell was about to end, he saw that a warrior on his side was cut into two pieces by the opponent, and fell to the ground and disappeared, and his excessively dispersed energy could no longer control the outline of the spell structure, and the spell that was about to be formed suddenly dispersed.

Shaoke didn't know what to do for a moment. He didn't expect that he would fail to release spells twice in a row today, and it was after he released the auxiliary spell.

Another mage retreated from meditation and quickly took over Shaoko's position. "What are you thinking? Now is not the time to distract yourself. We just need to lock in the target and chant spells. There is no attack that can threaten us now." After saying that, regardless of Shaoko's expression, he stood there and began to release spells.

Long period of mental exhaustion? Shaoke leaned against the wall in a daze, and this word popped up in his mind. For nearly a month, he had been hiding in this stone tower and watching the soldiers fighting outside. Various bloody scenes were constantly replaying in his mind. This was different from the war some time ago. At that time, he had no pressure at all. At that time, the war did not happen purely to harvest life like this. Now this battle gives Shaoke the feeling that it was purely for seizing the fragile life of human beings.

The two mages sat in the stone tower and listened quietly to the fierce fighting outside. Shaoke took the lead in breaking the silence. "When I cast spells, I always feel the howlings of death have been circling in my mind, and I see the spirit of those killed soldiers fluctuating violently."

After taking a pill, the mage licked his chapped lips, "I feel this way, and after your first spell failed, I always worry that the same thing would happen to me, so..."

Shaoke suddenly felt very tired. Not only was hesitant, but also a deep sense of fatigue swept over him. Based on his previous life experience, he had to rest for a while now. Then, in the face of this war, these low-level mages had no right to choose to rest.

The enemy's attack stopped as usual at night. Seeing the soldiers clearing the bodies on the battlefield expressionlessly, Shaoko became a little annoyed. Finally, he picked up his staff and chanted a spell quickly. A fireball the size of a washbasin hit the city road under the surprise gaze of the soldiers around him.

Then, Shaoke followed the mage team in front toward the military camp under the panic gaze.

After a few bites of dinner in a hurry, Shaoke leaned on the bed and told himself again and again. "What are you afraid of? They are not the same race as you! Why do you always think about those bloody battle situations? Just treat them as a false existence, and have a good sleep!"

Just as Shaoko was silently telling himself again and again not to take this war seriously, Master Roland knocked in, "I heard about you." Master Roland's face was full of scorching, "You should go and relax, otherwise your condition will get worse and worse."

This time, Shaoke took the initiative to pour two glasses of wine, and then signaled to Master Roland to drink. "Relax? It's time to relax there!" Shaoke thought about the entertainment he knew, but found that he could not imagine anything. After a long period of magic learning, a career in border guarding, and a war in the fortress for nearly a year, he didn't know what kind of things exist in this other world that can make people relax.

After pouring the two of them, Master Roland drank a little again, "The only place here is suitable for us to relax now. We can go there to find the maids, have a good exchange, and then nothing will happen."

Shaoke nodded. As the other party said, the soldiers he knew in his previous life also vented on women after a fierce war. At that time, he did not understand why the soldiers did this, but now he truly realized it.

"You go by yourself! I feel that this is not a good way to relax the spirit." Although Shaoke was a little moved, he still refused. In this world, he had never tried the taste between men and women. He believed that he had to improve his strength to a certain level, well! At least after level three, he was qualified to enjoy these, otherwise his magic practice would be delayed.

Master Roland shrugged, "Come with me! Since you don't agree, you can at least go and see the evening view of the tavern! It's very charming."

After hesitating for a while, Shaoke agreed. He felt that it might be better to go to the tavern to communicate with other mages. With this idea, Shaoke covered his cloak and went to the tavern with Master Roland.

"Master Snow Night, come here, where is your location?" As soon as he parted with Master Roland in the tavern, Shaoke heard a lazy woman calling him. Following the sound, Shaoke found that Master Roma, with long white hair, leaning on the chair where he usually sat, was shaking a transparent crystal cup in his hand, slowly tasting the wine in the wine glass.

"Master Roman, it seems you are in a good mood!" Shaoke had never seen Master Roman, who was lazy. Looking at the beautiful mage in front of him, Master Roland's proposal suddenly popped up in Shaoke's mind. "Your wine glass is very beautiful."

Master Roman took a sip of wine with his red lips and said lazily, "I'm not in a good mood, but I think I should be much better than yours." Master Roman pointed to the chair next to her and said, "You can sit here today. I heard that you threw a fireball on the city road after the battle, right?"

Shaoke nodded awkwardly, then sat on the chair close to Master Roman. After his arm rubbed against the other party's robe, he felt a sense of shade coming from the female master. "Yes, I felt very irritable at the time, so I couldn't control it anymore."

Master Roman squinted his eyes, put the wine glass in his hand on the table, bit his lips and said, "Mage Snow Night, this situation is a hurdle that every mage who has experienced war for a long time must overcome. I hope you can find a solution smoothly. I don't want the Blizzard Legion to have an additional low-level mage who often fails to cast spells."

Shaoke didn't like Master Roman to say this, so he gently moved his arm that was always next to the other party and distanced himself from her. "Master Roman, have you ever experienced such a thing?" When he said this, Shaoke, who had been staring at Master Roman, suddenly found a strange smile on his face that was a little crisp, which made him very uncomfortable. He didn't know that the female mage showed it after discovering his little movement just now.

"How come you haven't experienced it? Every mage who has participated in a real battle will experience such a mental state in a long or short period of time. As long as it is handled properly, there will be no problem at all." Master Roman looked at the young mage and couldn't help but remember his experience at that time.

"One of my companions told me that it would solve this problem by relaxing appropriately, but I don't want to be like that. I'm afraid it will delay the future cultivation process." Shaoke lowered his head slightly and told the other party that he had a solution. "Master Roman, do you have any other solutions?"

"No, or you'll endure the wail of death that never stops, or you'll relax to a certain extent as your companion said." Master Roman said with a little unnatural expression, "As long as you can control yourself, I don't think it will delay your cultivation speed."
Chapter completed!