Liszt experienced first-hand the horrors of the world, and he could only pray that the mad mage would have some sanity and that his father would find out what was wrong and save him.

Liszt tried to stop his chattering teeth, and lowered his head tremblingly and whispered: "Your Excellency, Honorable Archmage, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, I inadvertently disturbed your divination out of curiosity, I beg your forgiveness for my offense, and if you have caused you damage, please allow me to ask my father to compensate you." ”

"Hmph, funny kid." The old mage raised his eyelids slightly, and then lowered them again, showing no concern. "Judging by the way you look, you probably don't know where you and your father came from."

Liszt was suddenly shocked, could it be that this old mage actually knew my father?! But my father doesn't seem to have seen this mage. What's going on?

Before the troubles in Liszt's heart had dissipated, the old mage spoke again, and this time the shock in Liszt's heart was even greater. "Sure enough, your father didn't tell you anything, and that idiot Yang apparently didn't recognize me." The old mage laughed proudly, but it made Liszt's heart cold, even the brave father couldn't see through the illusion of this mage. All Liszt was thinking about now was hoping that his father would escape.

"Do you know, the faces of you and your father are only like this in people in the Far East, and although your father's demon hunting skills are not yet your turn to inherit, you must have seen some of them, right?"

"Demon hunting skills? Do you mean my father's skill in hunting beasts and monsters? Liszt asked cautiously.

"Hahahaha, it's ridiculous," the old mage burst out laughing, "The famous witcher who once hunted countless mages can now only make a living by hunting?" Is it no longer even recognizable to the enemy he once hated? Hahaha......"

The old mage's laughter seemed to have magical power, which made Liszt feel tormented and covered his head in pain.

"You and your father, that idiot, from the eastern island of Xiansai, the mage's paradise." The old mage stopped laughing, looked at the pained Liszt, and continued, "There is the only mage academy in the world, the Xiansai Academy. And I, your father's teacher, Isaard. ”

Liszt was so shocked that he didn't know that his father was still a magician, and it was even more difficult for him to understand why his father's teacher was so hostile to him, and for a moment, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to speak.

"Confused?" The old mage snorted contemptuously, and Liszt's reaction was completely expected. "Your father is not a mage, although I am a mage, but what I teach your father is not spells, with your father's qualifications, he is not worthy of learning spells at all."

"Then how could my father ......"

"How could it be from Xiansai? Because Xiansai not only cultivates mages, after that devastating mage tribal war, Xiansai opened up another business - teaching people to hunt mages. Speaking of this, the old mage seemed a little tired, he waved his hand, interrupting Liszt's curiosity, and the heavy pressure began to slowly press on Liszt, as if those terrifying visions were about to appear in front of him again.

"Okay, it's time to solve the puzzle, I'm tired, you can die with peace of mind, a Nefarem's head, I'm really looking forward to it." The old mage's terrifying voice lingered in Liszt's heart, but he had no way to hear what the old mage said, he was already numb from pain, and he couldn't perceive the external stimuli at all.

The old mage looked at Liszt, who was in extreme pain, and shook his head indifferently, "It's similar to the performance of ordinary people, isn't there no awakened Nefarem only at this level?" ”

Just as the old mage was staring at Liszt's small head and studying, an arrow burning with terrifying flames stabbed in front of the old mage, and the next moment, the old mage seemed to be about to be pierced. However, the arrow passed through, but the old mage was unharmed.

"Isad, I didn't expect to meet you here, it's not too late." Outside the tent, Yang's clear and solemn voice came in, and the voice that usually made Liszt a little frightened made Liszt ecstatic, and his father really came.

"It's you, Yang, long time no see" The old mage suddenly appeared in the other corner of the tent, and the place where the old mage was standing shattered into a shadow. The old mage frowned, "My tent, it's a bit troublesome to repair, I didn't expect you to notice it, it's only a little bit close, but it's just a matter of time." ”

"This kid is the reason why you left Kegistan," Issad smiled sadly, "no wonder, after all, it's a Nefarem, and it's worth it." ”

Liszt's father walked in, at this time he was wearing a blue-black leather armor that Liszt had never seen, the leather armor on his whole body seemed to be possessed by a demon, entangled with an evil aura, which made Liszt feel strange, he had never seen such a father, as if he had changed a person, but when Liszt saw his father's eyes full of worry and anger, he understood that his father was still his father, and there would be no change.

"What a surprise to me, I've lived for six or seven hundred years, and I'm going to say, my student, this armor of yours is one of the few things that amazes me." Issad had obviously never seen such an evil armor before, as if such a thing could only hold a pure demon, not an awe-inspiring witcher Yang.

"But what is the difference between you and me? I'm glad my student, no, my apprentice, that you're finally out of school. Have you figured it out at all? ”

Yang looked at Issad with disdain, as if he were looking at a demon in human skin. "You don't understand, Isaard, maybe you taught me how to hunt down an evil mage like you, but you can't teach me how to hunt evil, because you don't know how to control evil yourself. Isad, sad news for you, I've learned. Yang looked at Issad without a trace of a wave in his eyes, "I will give it to you, despair." ”

Isad was provoked to anger and said disdainfully: "Little hairy boy, you are as innocent as that little girlfriend of yours, and your end will be just as unfortunate." As he spoke, Isad raised the crystal ball in his hand, the crystal ball like an eye pupil exuded a huge amount of energy, and the terrifying vertical pupil seemed to devour everything.

Yang looked at the powerful magic weapon, but there was no hesitation in his heart. Yang rested one hand on the arrow, the other on his chest, and gently lowered the head under the demon-like helmet, "Shadow, inspire me. After a whisper, I saw a pure darkness burst out of the void, completely enveloping Yang in an instant, revealing only Yang's eyes full of hatred, Yang at this moment seemed to be a vengeful death from hell, and no one could escape his pursuit.

Issad watched all this in shock, he couldn't understand why Yang was able to control this evil power and hadn't been swallowed yet, "This can't be, how can you achieve the realm that even mages dream of?!" That's impossible! Isad couldn't contain the panic and anger in his heart, and tried his best to release a huge arcane ball of light, burning huge fireballs to cover the sky, Isad's tent had long been swallowed by the power of shadows, and the townspeople who had fallen into the illusion also came to their senses, watching the huge fireballs in the sky scatter and flee. When Yang saw this scene, he knew that he couldn't drag it out, and he had to fight quickly. I saw Yang draw two arrows in a row from the worn-out quiver, and shot them out extremely quickly within a second. The arrows that braved the breath of frost rushed towards the huge fireball that was not proportional to its size, and at the moment when it was about to collide, it instantly dispersed into hundreds of ice arrows, surrounded the fireball, and pierced through it at once, and the seemingly huge fireball was completely extinguished in an instant.

Before Issad's shock was over, Jan appeared behind Issad in the blink of an eye, stabbing his aging body with a short, sharp dagger.

"It's over, my teacher, your time is over." Yang whispered in the ear of the pained Isad. "Go with your destiny, you deserve it."

As if he remembered something, Issad said with difficulty: "I see, I have been searching for hundreds of thousands of years of magical truth, but I didn't expect to understand my old friend's point of view at this last moment. It's ridiculous that I'm still laughing at his ridiculousness, that's it, that's it. Issad turned his head to look at Liszt, who was stunned by the magic war, and smiled with relief. You're right, Yang, the world needs that kid to bring about change, not me, and again, not you. ”

Yang looked confused when he heard this, "I don't understand, Issad, but I don't want to understand either, please leave quietly." With that, Yang drew the dagger that pierced Issad's heart and looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Of course you don't understand, but, cough ......" Seeing that Isad was about to die, a sun suddenly appeared in the sky, and the townspeople quietly looked out, "How can there be two suns in the sky?" "Is this the spell of that evil mage?"

The inhabitants were talking, Yang and Liszt were confused, and it was only when the sun was getting bigger and bigger that something was wrong. Liszt looked at the sun and muttered, "Is this also the power of a mage?" ”

Yang's eyes were shattered in shock, and he realized that it was his teacher's parting gift, the spell of the famous archmage Tarasya, the molten meteorite impact. With the size of that meteorite, destroying this town was only in the blink of an eye, and Yang had no time to care about others, so he could only pick up Liszt, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground, and use the shadow power of his whole body to quickly flee outward.

Liszt, who was lying on Yang's body, looked at the residents who were fleeing frantically in vain, and his heart was full of sadness, why is this? Liszt asked himself, but he could not get an answer. The onslaught of flames and shadows knocked Liszt unconscious. Finally, the meteorite fell, and the flaming storm destroyed everything in the town in an instant, and the blacksmith Hans, who used to laugh the most, and the gentle aunt Marie, who still had charm, were drowned in the sea of fire. And what was completely destroyed was the doubts in Liszt's heart.