Game In Middle Earth 28 Chapter 28.

Just at this moment, a system notification rang in his head.

"Ding! Notification of the system: congratulations to the user, exquisite bone structure, strong understanding.The user has obtained the teachings of the crimson illusion, the Manual of 'The Wrath of Ecthelion' has reached the level 'Foundations Learned'."

"Ding! Notification system: the user lacks understanding, seventh movement temporarily sealed."

"Ding! Notification of the system: the user lacks understanding, sixth movement temporarily sealed".

"Ding! Notification of the system: the user lacks understanding, fifth movement temporarily sealed".

"Ding! Notification of the system: the user lacks understanding, final movement (Demon's Death) temporarily sealed".

The four successive notifications of the system left him speechless. He looked at his own statistics. With the help of Cirdan's lessons and the books he had read to him, his understanding had reached twenty-five points. Even so, it was not good enough.

This was true, because even though he had seen how the movements were made, he did not know how to do them and as for the fifth movement he knew how to do it, but he lacked the ability to use the sword to carry it out.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Aldarion took a look at his own statistics.

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Name: Aldarion

t.i.tle: None

Level: 6 (0/7300)

Reputation: Noted (140/500)

Talent: not open

Innate capacity:

-Body structure: 18

-Comprehension: 25

-Luck: 10

-Charm: 8

Acquired attributes:

-Command: 10

-Strength: 11

-Intelligence: 9

-Policy: 13

Una.s.signed attribute points: 6

Method of Cultivation: None

Technique of Cultivation: The Wrath of Ecthelion (Fundamentals Learned).

Skills: Basic cultivation technique, Basic diplomacy technique, Fencing (C), Archery (D), Stealth(F), Detection(F), Cook(F).

Equipment: Iron sword (F), Ranger clothes (None), Old wooden bow (F).

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Aldarion was surprised to see that he had go up two levels of blow. Counting on the two attribute points that he gained by pa.s.sing the exams and reaching level four, which he had not yet a.s.signed, he had six una.s.signed attribute points.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Aldarion decided the distribution of the points. One point would put it in intelligence, three points in strength and two points in command.

Strength was still key to him, but thanks to Cirdan's lessons he had realized the importance of the other attributes. He could not neglect them.

Although it was night and it was dark, Aldarion was not at all tired, so he got up from the stone and drew his sword.

Aldarion held the sword in his hand, as he began to practice in the courtyard. Each stroke and movement closely followed the seven blows he had learned from the warrior. He practiced it very slowly, while reviewing it in his memory. Sometimes, he would even stop, close his eyes and fall into a moment of deep contemplation.

The original blows of the sword, which burned with murderous intent, lacked that fire in his hand.

If an expert were present, he would be shocked, because Aldarion's blows seemed weak and floaty, but in truth, his movements contained the essence of sword blows. Although he seemed formless, in reality he concealed a hidden murderous intent.

After a short time, Aldarion sheathed the sword. In such a short time, the practice had left his forehead covered in sweat, while his face looked pale.

As the wind blew, the night was completely silent. Suddenly the sound of steps on stone took him out of his concentration.

Aldarion turned around and saw Erumäre, who was panting as if she had been running for a long time.

"I thought... you were gone." - She said to him gasping for breath, with a face that expressed sadness.

"I could not leave and leave you alone... Forgive me if I have worried you. I was training and I lost track of time." - Aldarion said calmly.

Tears began to emerge from Erumäre's eyes and between sobs she told him. - "I went to take you dinner, but you were not and thinking that you had been late, I waited for you in the room, but you did not come. So I looked for you everywhere, but I did not find you..."

"I'm sorry." - He said as he approached her to hug her.

Already embraced, she continued talking. - "Luckily, I met a guard who saw you come to the patio and finally I found you. I thought you left without saying goodbye, that you left me alone."

"Erumäre." - He told her in a very serious tone as he pulled her away from his chest so that she looked him in the face. - "I will not leave you until you leave. Once you get on board and you arrive in Valinor you will not have to worry anymore. There you will be happy."

Aldarion hugged her tightly again and she buried her face in his chest. They were like this for a long time and meanwhile Aldarion consoled her.

Afterwards, the two went to Aldarion's room for dinner. Being better Erumäre, the two were chatting and Aldarion told her a story just like she liked him to do.

When they finished, the two said goodbye and said good night.

Aldarion immediately went to bed. He had not been so tired for a long time. The slight practice of the technique he had done before had tired him a lot, but he had also noticed how his skill with the sword had increased enormously

'I have to be very close to reaching the rank (B) in fencing.' - He thought to himself.

Aldarion, lying on the bed and with his eyes closed, began to review the images of the crimson illusion. He still remembered perfectly how the warrior executed the seven movements.

In the end, as tired as he was, he fell asleep.

The following days followed one another like this. In the morning, he would go to the library to read, in the afternoon he would practice his fencing and at night he would spend his time chatting with Erumäre.

These days for him were very peaceful.