It's been the fifth day since Tia left, and the life of the seven-colored deer is still as usual.

When you are hungry, you eat fruit, when you are thirsty, you drink some water from the stream, and when you are sleepy, you sleep in the leaves of grass.

The difference is that it always thinks of the girl who left that day.

Are you hurt? Are you eating well?

It's always worried.

Worried, it didn't think it would be like this when it saw Tia again.

Use magic to manipulate the vines to carefully place the girl who died by the river on the pile of leaves.

The seven-colored deer worriedly leaned over the antlers.

There weren't many injuries on her body, but it obviously consumed a lot of energy, and the thick dark circles under her eyelids made her already not very good face extremely pale.

The clothes are also tattered, not to mention the protective function, but they can only cover the body.

A green glow shrouded Tia again, and the wounds on her body gradually healed in the light at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, the physical improvement did not have a good effect on Tia's spirit.

Her brows were still furrowed, and her sweat was pouring down.

Looking at Tia's pale face, the seven-colored deer became more and more worried.

It didn't know what was happening to the girl, but it knew she was in a very dangerous situation.

If this continues, it will get worse and worse.

In fact, the seven-colored deer is not unfounded, as it thinks, Tia's current situation is very bad.

Ever since she had fired a hidden weapon at the statue that day, the nightmare had begun.

Who knows that the broken stone with red eyes will move!

Forget it, it attacks her and asks her endlessly why she didn't kill the seven-colored deer.

The sound was like a spell that kept drilling into her head, and it hurt so much that her head was going to explode!

Endless pursuit, non-stop questioning. Little by little, her body and spirit reached the critical point of collapse in this invisible torment.

Even now, in the dark world of consciousness, Tia's ears are still circulating magic sounds.

"Why don't you kill the seven-colored deer?"

She finally couldn't help it.

The anger that has been oppressed all this time exploded at this moment.

"Shut up and break the stones! Listen, if killing your conscience for the sake of faith is the only way to become a wizard, then you can do it to your heart's content, whoever loves it! I, Tia Christine, would rather be a swordsman for the rest of my life than be in the company of a wizard! That's my answer!"

The mechanical questioning stopped.

Tia was stunned, and before she could rejoice, a loving and gentle male voice sounded.

The voice is very vicissitudes and mellow, like a wine that has passed through the years, exuding the charming charm of the years.

"My dear Trialist, the master of the treasure in your hands, the one who will lead you to become a wizard,

I'm going to teach you something,

This is also something you have to learn from my trials.

My baby

You can't be blinded by killing;

Nor can the heart be blinded by kindness.

You want to be good, you want to be evil, and you want to be ruthless.

You have to learn to reflect, learn to review, and learn to face yourself.

Never forgive yourself for your mistakes;

Never despise your enemies.

You must know that the world has the evil of wolves, and there are wolves who are ruthless;

But there is also the goodness of the deer, the benevolence of the deer.

You are to guard with strength, not destroy with strength.

As a wizard, you must never lose your heart and sink your conscience and nature in the swamp of desire.

You're going to conquer that power, you're going to explore the world.

You are to always honor and follow your faith.

Remember, the seed of truth is rooted in the heart of each of us. ”

As the sound came to an abrupt end, Tia's world fell apart in an instant.

She snapped her eyes open.

The sky is still the same sky, and the forest is still the same forest.

She is still on the outskirts of the Grand Canyon of Iscaton.

Nothing has changed, except for an extra book in hand.

Dreamland?

Tia couldn't believe it.

Silly monkeys, dead wolves, seven-colored deer...... Are these just illusions of trials?

Tia had a terrible headache for a moment.

Details that had never been suspected before came flooding back to me.

Iscaton has Warcraft, but why not Wizards?

Where did all the soul crystals of the soul beasts go?

Why did the Wizard Tower weaken the scope of the Monster so much, but it didn't attract other wizards to explore?

Could it be that all this is because what she has experienced is just a vision?