There was laughter all around.

On the contrary, the beautiful tour guide next to him was shocked and looked at the young man blankly.

Everyone thinks that the Church of Light is as sacred and inviolable as the legend, and only she knows how indecent it is:

The Book of the Church of Light is actually a strange book full of filthy language!

The Pope of Light hides in the basement all day, a raunchy dead house, sloppy and sloppy studying the evil god giant, and all day long saying that Elmin the Great is his wife!

The most exaggerated thing is that the chief judge of the Inquisition, when he barely stayed in the Church of Light, was hunted down and killed everywhere all day long, and it was rare to come back once, and he still held a short staff, shouting that he was a fool who had changed!

Only herself, the Holy Maiden of Light, is more serious, wiping her ass for these guys who cause trouble everywhere all day long.

The blonde guide sighed slowly, "However, it's just a few stupid guys who gathered in a small underground room and discussed everywhere all day long, and finally saved our entire wizarding world!"

After everyone traveled and visited several scenic spots, they set off in groups in the direction of the old farm windmill town. They plan to check out the town's bars, which are famous for their ales and are said to have a mellow flavor from ancient Babylonian times.

The young man who was talking nonsense just now, after those enthusiastic tourist crowds left, silently came to the tour guide, "When we all became ancient history, the first generation of light saints began to be tour guides here and began to talk about our past?"

Linda's eyes twitched fiercely.

"You're—" Linda's voice became hoarse, and her eyes were already unconsciously moist.

Back then, the low-level wizards of the church who survived and followed her to clean up the mess have left one by one.

After the decline of the wizard era, many of them opened up all kinds of great feats, and even established a new human kingdom, which has a pivotal position in history and great achievements.

Then, in a house full of children and grandchildren, they left this world.

Linda's qualifications are not strong, and she spent countless resources to become a fifth-level wizard just now, and she used the blood of the phoenix to ignite the divine fire, so she survived to this day, because the stock of the blood of the phoenix was very sufficient, and most people used it.

But after all, two hundred years have passed.

Although she still looks young and beautiful, she has less than three years of life, and the wizard's spiritual power has also completely aged, and she is only at the level of a second-level wizard, and her days are completely numbered.

But she still waited.

Just because of the page left at that time: wait for me to come back.

Two hundred years...

She still hadn't forgotten the scene when the bloody rain and the huge gate of the underworld towered into the sky, and the book that had said that everything should be recorded, and as a result, he turned around and it was an entire era.

Perhaps, she has gradually forgotten that promise.

I even knew that it wouldn't come true, but I was still waiting, because I didn't know what to do, and everyone else left the world, but she was still alive.

"It's me. The young man's eyes were complicated, "Two hundred years, I'm back." ”

Linda's face gradually became complicated, and she looked at him quietly, choked up and unable to speak.

"As the price of losing the body of an evil god, Medusa has taken the body of a human for me, and this is a surprise gift for me. He looked at the girl in front of him, stepped forward, and gently half-knelt down and kissed her on the back of her hand.

"Do you still take screenshots?" asked Linda suddenly.

He was suddenly completely stunned.

"Sure enough, it's you!"

Linda laughed softly, and couldn't help but hold the young man in her arms, "I'll see if it's me, every time you encounter something happy, you say that a screenshot suddenly broke out, a screenshot." ”

Linda's voice was suddenly extremely hoarse, trembling slightly, "They don't believe in it! They don't believe in our time! I have a feeling of being overwhelmed, I feel that I have become the last person in this world, you are gone, everyone else is gone, and before long, I will also die, completely become the last dust of history, and no one will remember everything about us." ”

"All the familiarity is leaving us. ”

The cerebellum bluffed at the familiar statues and monuments.

Those familiar names, biographies, voices and appearances flashed in their minds one by one, and they were crying, hesitating, and breaking down before they died, but they still jumped into the altar without hesitation.

Is it great to be a hero of an ancient myth?

Perhaps.

But more than that, it's complicated.

and felt the greatness and cruelty of the years.

The countless heroes and heroes of that era, the singing and crying lives of desperate people, are about to be buried in the past.

In two hundred years, wizards have long since died out, and for thirty or forty years of human life, five generations have passed through the rise and fall of alternates, and the long time is enough to wash away all history.

The wizards who seek the truth are buried in the gears of history and are about to be crushed!

Behind him, the aristocratic young man just now suddenly came with two knight guards, and gently bent down to perform a knightly salute, "Two, can I invite you to have a glass of wine, I am very interested in the identities of the two." ”

Hundreds of years have passed, Linda has degenerated into a weak second-level wizard, and the cerebellar bluff has even become an ordinary person, not even noticing that there are a few young people secretly hiding in the grass and bushes next to her.

"Aren't you afraid I'm a liar?" I mean, we live in ancient myths and history—" The young man laughed, and said to Linda next to him, "Let's go." ”

Linda waved her hand, her mental power was shielded, and a soft breeze flashed.

The two slowly disappeared without a trace.

"It's a wizard!!The legendary wizard!!The first saint!The legendary book of light in the hands of the first Pope of Light!"

The aristocratic young man froze in place, trembling all over.

Hahahaha!!

He began to chuckle, gradually turning from low to big, and finally turned into laughter, resounding throughout the dilapidated ancient ruins and forests, "I found it! I finally found it! In that ancient era, the mythical wizards who existed in the legendary history really existed! We mortals can also have earth-shattering power..."

The civilians don't understand, only they, and they still believe in the terrifying traces left by the wizards.

Everyone thought that the expensive metal used to make weapons was made from the hard bones of giant beasts and special technology, and was made from the "Central Underground Forge Furnace", and the metal forging technology was the top secret of the entire country.

But when Albert was eight years old, when he was a child, he wore a gorgeous aristocratic palace costume, and he was stunned to see with his own eyes the truth of the world that he will never forget, which was a terrifying and strange scene of neatly stacked black metal bricks, neatly and neatly, with rows of fangs, waiting to eat food and grow up.

At that moment, he listened to the words of His Majesty, the most powerful and majestic in the world, "My children, metal, is the creation of ancient alchemical wizards, this is the truth of the world!"

Becoming a wizard of an ancient civilization has long been Albert's dream.

A henchman next to him slowly stepped forward, "His Royal Highness Albert, do you want to inform Earl Mitchell of this territory, and then report to Your Majesty?"

"No, I don't. Albert was silent for a moment, picked up the red handkerchief he was carrying and wiped his eyes, and his voice was slowly calm: "Inform the members of the Gentry Card Club, and let them all find a way to come... This is the illegitimate son of these high-ranking nobles, the greatest hope for their rise. ”

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