After reaching the military camp, he asked about the training, watched for a while, then sought out the mages stationed there to teach Conjure Bread and Conjure Water.
This time, he took his studies with the utmost seriousness, asking questions whenever he did not understand something. The mages had gone a long time without anyone to teach and had mostly been wandering around the camp studying beasts. Whenever they encountered something they did not understand, they asked Yu Lin Bloodhawk as well. Through these exchanges, they grew quite familiar with one another.
The old mages liked this student, who was both their most diligent and their most hopeless. Conjure Bread and Conjure Water were such simple spells, yet no matter how they taught him, Yu Lin Bloodhawk struggled to get past that hurdle. When it came to beasts, however, he understood everything perfectly.
On the fifth day, someone came to report that a great fire had broken out on his territory and the entire island was burning. Thirteen was in far too much of a hurry, wasn't he? Did he have to go that hard? Yu Lin Bloodhawk hurriedly asked whether anyone had been injured or killed. He really was afraid that they had overdone it and some elves had died by accident.
The soldier said that people from the Air Force had been there. According to them, a dozen or so trolls had died, but no one else had been hurt.
The mages turned pale with alarm and asked how such a fire had suddenly started. How much of the forest had burned?
That's going too far! Yu Lin Bloodhawk thought. *They don't even ask whether anyone was hurt before worrying about the trees. No wonder they rushed to leave the Alliance after the Second War just because part