Am I dead? No, I have to go back to my hometown and get married......

With this in mind, Carl didn't know how much he had experienced, both real and illusory. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info finally opened his eyes, and the firestorm struck farther away. Although it was on the edge of this magic, the surrounding area was no less destructive than the center. The trees burned with flames and smoke rolled up. Karl had expected to see the soldiers covered in fire roaring and running, but there was no movement, maybe they had already been consumed by the flames, or had they escaped?

Carl tried to move his numb body, wondering why he was leaning against a rock. The stone was naturally hot and hot, but he had just woken up from a coma and felt nothing.

At this moment, a mage floated from the sky, dressed in gray-yellow robes, and it was immediately recognizable as Rant's battle mage. What is strange is that he is very young, only about 15 years old, not at all the age of a soldier. The other mages of Rant continued to fly west, most likely on orders to clear the battlefield. The mage was closing in on the immobile Karl, so that his heart almost stopped.

"Do you want to move him, have you asked me?" Delvette walked out slowly with his sword, the smoke making him cough all the time.

The mage paid no attention to Delvet's words, and threw out a fireball the moment he saw him.

The fireball flew towards Delvet's body, and the runes on the sword flashed, and the magic suddenly turned into a blue light, flowing past him like a stream of water.

The young mage knew how to break through such a bland defense, and with a wave of his wand he sent out a ball of lightning. If it is strong enough, it will penetrate the air before the rune can be defended, killing Delvett. However, the mages of Rantt had only performed ritual magic such as Firestorm, and had long since lost most of their arcane powers. The boy mage was unable to continue with the troops, so he came to the ground and waited for recovery.

The weak lightning ball naturally turned into blue light under the runes and drifted away with the wind.

Seeing that there was still hope for life, Delvit hurried towards the boy and attacked. The mage grasped Delviter's sword with his own hands, trying to break it into pieces with magic. Who knows, Delvet's magical defense rune is not a talisman or armor, but this sword.

The mage, whose hands were bleeding, felt that his arcane power was gradually being dispelled by the rune, and with the last of his strength, he flew to his feet. A black iron scroll pulls open in the air, and the mechanism in it is activated. The intricate lines on the scroll glowed red, and a spell was cast through the scroll, but it was unclear what Delvitna was.

But he knew that even a mage who was cornered was not something that a soldier who had no way to fight back could face. Delvette looked around for a bow and arrow, and this was the only chance he could have a chance of winning. But almost everything was burned out by the flames, and there were no bows and arrows left. In his panic, the mage himself fell from the air.

Delvette looked at his motionless corpse and tentatively walked in with him. Delvette put her hand on his neck, but she couldn't feel her heartbeat. Could it be that the mage would die because of the Ao's exhaustion?, to make sure he wasn't playing any tricks, Delvet stabbed him in the heart with his sword. There was no blood spurting out of it, was it indeed dead? But why?

Strangely, Delvette felt something appear behind him. Suddenly, he saw a burly, armored warrior standing behind him, dressed in flaming armor. The reddish lines emanating from it exude intense heat, but it also gives people a dark and cold feeling. Delvet dared to look up at his face again, and immediately jumped several meters away, quickly guessing what the scroll that the mage had opened earlier.

A demon summoned magic, apparently he used his soul in exchange for an imposing monster. His eyes were burning with dark red flames, and the sword in his hand was surrounded by red flames. There is no flesh on the face, just a bone-like outline. But unlike the lifeless skeleton, where he should have flesh was decorated with dark red flames.

"Carl ......" Del Witt slowly turned around and said, "If you can hear, run and don't look back......"

Carl watched his comrades rush towards the monster from hell without hesitation, and the flames on the monster's body suddenly became much brighter, as if they were about to sweep away everything around them, and Delvit's back disappeared in the firelight.

Carl listened to his friend's last words, rolled over and staggered in a certain direction.

He ran, he fled, cherishing the legacy left by his friends. He ran faster and faster, as if he had taken off his bulky coat and armor. He walked through the woods, across large and small paths, but the fire behind him didn't seem to abate in the slightest. The flames were swept up into the sky like countless meteors streaked across the sky, and every spark was a sacrificial life crying out for anguish. The stars also dimmed in the firelight, and the forest was eaten away by endless wildfires.

Carl kept running, and the flames behind him kept burning. I don't know how long it was, but Carl heard a child's voice say:

"Take it easy, you don't need to keep running. ”

Karl looked at the small man in front of him, the furry orc, and said, "Run, too! Don't you see the karmic fire burning behind me? It's the fire of death from hell." ”

Abel explained to him with difficulty: "You'd better look back, it's not a fire......

Karl turned his neck, which had not moved for a long time, and turned his head tremblingly, realizing that it was not the blood-red fire behind him, but the white light of the rising sun. He looked at the orc with confusion, and other looming figures appeared around Abel. Abel goes on to explain:

"You died in battle seven years ago, and now you are just a ghost in a dream. ”

Karl looked at the other figures more and more clearly, and one of the young men dressed as a mage stood up and said:

"I'm Klinos White of Kanta, and I'm grateful for you calming down and listening to me. "Now that the war is over, the dead are laid to rest." After the passage of time, it is better for the deceased to let go of their obsessions and run towards eternal peace. ”

After uttering the incantation-like words, Clinos placed his hand on the shoulder of a ghost named Carl. Carl's dark blue body began to fall apart, and he easily accepted the fact that he was dead, because he had been expecting this rest for a long time.

The panic and torture gradually disappeared on Carl's face, and he washed away the filth and blood stains on the battlefield, and the blue light on his body became more intense.

Karl suddenly said to this Clinos, "Thank you for your help, if the kingdom of God exists, I will mention you to him." ”

"There's no need for that. Klinus said, "God is all-knowing, and he must know that I will come to help you." ”

"Now he will know that I will say a lot of good things about you in front of him. ...... Clinus White of Kanta"

The sun was completely off the horizon, and after a dazzling glare of light, the ghost named Carl disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Noah Sanders can be regarded as having seen the ability of the psychic Abel, and the ghost who is so obsessed with his obsession also has a way to communicate, which is a powerful talent in the entire empire, not to mention that Abel also has the ability to perceive.

The men walked a short distance and discovered the place where Delvit had fought. Seven years to rejuvenate the burned forest. But they couldn't bring back to life the land where the Hellbringer stood, the barren clearing that was exactly the same as the one around Gerdor.

Surprisingly, Delvit's sword was still deep in the nearby stone. Abel walked up and pulled it out without much effort. Aside from a bit of dust, there was no trace of time on the sword.

"The diamond gives this small sword a lighter weight. "The sword is made of the dwarven Mauria gun, it's pitch black, hard, and very resistant to high temperatures, so it's perfect for self-defense," Ogst said. ”

Clinos also stood beside Able and observed the sword, and said, "Holding metal makes it impossible for me to cast spells properly, and this thing is not as friendly as a wand. And it's too small, weighing only as much as an ordinary sword, and it can't make a powerful slash. ”

Abel was disappointed when he heard what Clinos had to say. Originally, I thought it was a rare Noah looked at Abel with a chuckle and said What about the sword, its slightly transparent light blue blade is really beautiful.

"This kind of weapon that can't defend a mage and can't be compared to an ordinary heavy sword ......": "I think it's the most suitable for Abel to wear." ”

"I agree. "As long as he doesn't hurt his tail," Clinos said. ”

"Yay!" Abel waved it happily.

Abner took a few steps away from Abel who was dancing the sword and said, "Have you ever thought of giving it a name?"

"Name?" Abel thought for a moment and said, "Just call it 'The Guardian'!"

"Be careful, you're going to hurt someone by swinging your sword like this. "You want to know how to fight?" and "maybe I can teach you." ”

"Until then, you have to learn how not to hurt yourself. Second, you can learn how to hurt others. Serena said, "When it's time for New River Valley, you should go and forge a scabbard for your guardians." ”

In this way, the six of them solved the ghost of the eastern path and continued on their way.