Chapter 110 The Great Enemy Attacks

According to his own life experience, Qiao An concluded a rule: people learn more efficiently when they are hungry, and the hunger in their stomachs makes their heart beat faster, like a constant ringing alarm bell, urging him to hurry up and finish his homework. In this case, eating is no longer just to fill his stomach, but also to reward himself with a "sense of ritual" for completing his homework, which is very precious in his poor and ordinary daily life. Conversely, if you go to eat in the middle of the homework, fill your stomach and return to the desk, it will be difficult for Joan to concentrate on continuing to study—as if all the energy in the body is taken away by the bulging stomach to digest food , the brain stagnates due to insufficient energy supply, and just wants to doze off drowsily. In this state, even if you force yourself to persist in studying, it will be half the effort.

Joan once introduced the above-mentioned experience to Conti, but instead of gaining her approval, she was criticized. Conti warned him not to study spells on an empty stomach in the future, as starving and eating irregularly will ruin his body over time. Joan admits that Conti's criticism is very reasonable, but the world is difficult, and even the correct truth will pale in the face of cruel reality. For example, at this moment, the pace of war is approaching, and every minute and every second is precious. He has to sacrifice his health for learning efficiency.

Persisting in reading the last sentence of the spell, Joan was so hungry that his eyes were black, he struggled to stand up, leaned on the wall and moved slowly, walking towards the kitchen. Every time he took a step, he felt that the soles of his feet were soft, as if he was stepping on a sponge, which made him have to be extra careful, lest he tripped and fell.

According to past experience, if you accidentally fall in such a hungry and exhausted state, you may fall into a coma for a long time-Joan doesn't want to waste precious time on a meaningless coma.

After drinking a large cup of cold tea, Joan felt much more awake, picked up the knife with trembling hands, and cut half of the bread into two-inch square pieces of uniform size. The bread has dried out and is as rough as sandpaper. Swallowing it directly will break the oral mucosa, and it will take a lot of time to swallow it. Fortunately, Joanne has rich experience in dealing with this situation. First, he picked up a small piece of dry bread and put it in a cup to dip it in water. After soaking through, he stuffed it into his mouth immediately. The semi-liquid food could be swallowed directly without chewing. . Using this way of eating, it took him less than 40 seconds to stuff two pounds of dry bread into his stomach, and he felt much more at ease in his heart. After eating this meal, it would not be a big problem to last until tomorrow evening.

Compared with eating, one of the more ritual activities in Joan's life is sleeping. A person's life is so short, and one-third of the time is spent on sleep - every time Joan thinks about this, he feels inexplicably horrified. He doesn't want to waste too much time on sleep, but the irony is that he chose "mage" as his lifelong career, and if a mage cannot get enough sleep, it will affect his ability to cast spells the next day, and severe insomnia will even lead to Spell slots are lost.

In order to keep her spellcasting ability in top condition, Joann now has to do the thing she hates most - go to bed.

"Sleep" is a strange thing to say. The more time is pressed and the desire to fall asleep as soon as possible, the greater the psychological pressure. As a result, it is difficult to fall asleep, tossing and turning, and feeling anxious. Joan was suffering from insomnia at this moment, got up helplessly, opened the desk drawer, took out a bottle of gray potion, squeezed his nose and drank it.

This unusually spicy potion was prepared by him by extracting certain swamp alkaloids under the guidance of Dr. Galandil. After taking it, it has a good calming and hypnotic effect. However, like most sedative drugs in the world, this drug also has serious side effects. Long-term use can make people addicted, and even damage the brain and produce hallucinations.

For all the organs in his body, Joan cherished the brain the most. If he had no choice, he would rather lose sleep all night than take such a tranquilizer that might damage his intelligence.

The effect of the sedative was quite strong. After taking the medicine, Joan lay on the bed and fell asleep soundly within two minutes. She didn't wake up until the next morning when the light shone through the window on her face.

Sitting on the bed and stretching, Joan started his routine homework every morning - preparing spells. The hard work of the whole day yesterday was not in vain. Joan allocated a 1st-level spell slot for the "greasy spell" that he had mastered initially as he wished, and the other three spell slots were used as usual to prepare for "Hand of the High Mage", "Magic Missile" and " The Burning Hand". If you need other spells temporarily, you can use the energy of "Mythical Power" or "Tears of God" to cast them.

After completing the preparations for the spell, Joan put on his clothes and got out of bed to wash up. He had just washed his face halfway when he heard the alarm bell coming from outside the window, his heart trembled, and then he let out a long sigh of relief.

Before the alarm bell sounded, the crisis that could come at any time kept his nerves in a state of tension, but when the crisis really came at this moment, his tense nerves relaxed a bit. This may be because people's imagination of the crisis is often more terrifying than the crisis itself.

Now that the enemy has arrived, I have no choice but to give up the idea of ​​fluke and go all out to fight them! Thinking of this, Qiao An felt more at ease than before the alarm bell sounded. After washing, he checked his equipment and put on his "sports belt", "lightning blade" on his waist, "flashing shield" firmly on the outside of his left elbow, and stuffed spell scrolls and magic potions into his backpack. When I was about to leave the house, I suddenly remembered something, and I turned around and went into the kitchen, took a knife to peel off a large piece of ham skin, cut it into small pieces the size of a thumb, and put it into the spell-casting material bag.

Everything was ready, Joan took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and strode towards the direction of the alarm bell.

The streets were full of people, and the small town militiamen in armor and spears rushed to the barracks to assemble as soon as they heard the alarm. There are more "volunteers" like Joan serving temporarily than the official militia. Most of them bring their own armor, weapons and even war horses. Those who don't have a knife or gun just pick up a pickaxe or a pitchfork as a weapon.

Joan followed the flow of people to the entrance of the town, and saw Mayor Tyndale and the old dwarf Flint standing side by side in front of the barracks from a distance, inspecting the assembled militiamen. There are a total of 240 active-duty militiamen in the town, and the commander of the militia, Flint Iron Anvil, selected 60 people with outstanding strength and promoted them to be non-commissioned officers. Non-commissioned officers can recruit townspeople on their own and form a team of about 10 people.

According to Qiao An's observation, most of the teams have 4 to 5 well-equipped active-duty militiamen as the backbone, and the rest of the members are mainly young and strong townspeople. No matter what kind of industry they are in, they have received some military training.

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