The sky is blue and dotted with white clouds. It was obviously a good day www.biquge.info but it was boring for no reason, and occasionally only a few crows flew by, leaving an unpleasant residual sound.

In the Wizards' Cemetery of the Third Reich of the Wings of Light Alliance, a mage's funeral is taking place.

"Today we are here, to bid farewell to the brave magician, who accepted this difficult task and accomplished it brilliantly, but paid with his life......" The priest read the eulogy slowly, with a solemn expression and a low voice.

The protagonist of the funeral is a young magician named Iller, in order to buy time for the large army to annihilate the demonic left wing troops, the magician detachment he led used the last strength of his life, and prevented the demon troops from advancing and converging at a critical moment, making great contributions to the victory of this war.

The continent of Aden is the dividing point between light and darkness, and the two sides have been fighting fiercely for hundreds of years, and they have invested considerable forces in the struggle for dominance. After this war, Guangming currently occupies 60% of the land and has a clear advantage.

Iller's younger brother Eli's eyes cried like walnuts, in his heart, his brother has always been his role model, only 8 years old, he can't accept such a parting of life and death.

Eli stared blankly at the magical necklace his brother had given him on his last expedition. The necklace shimmered slightly, and Eli's thoughts were carried away by the light.

"Eli, what do you want to do when you grow up?" the elder brother in his memory smiled gently, and the sun was so warm and bright on him.

"Of course, I want to become a magician as powerful as my brother!" Eli tilted his face, his eyes full of adoration for his brother.

"Good Eli, my brother believes that your magical talent is stronger than that of your brother, and you will definitely become a hero who guards the light!"

Hero! Eli's head echoed these two words, isn't his brother a hero? He insisted on fighting until the last moment, and after his comrades fell, he knew that he was going to die, but he still completed his mission! He was only twenty years old!

But why can he only rest in this ordinary magician cemetery? Why can't he enter the national cemetery? Where is his brother inferior to those magicians? Just because he was born? Because of his status?

Eli was a childlike after all, and he could say whatever came to mind, he took a step forward and said loudly, "Dear Mr. Priest, why is it that my brother can only be buried with ordinary magicians here, and he has made such a great contribution, shouldn't he be buried with those heroes in the National Cemetery?"

The priest was stunned for a moment and stopped chanting, and a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic next to him frowned dissatisfiedly, and glanced at Eli's father with sharp eyes, motioning for him to quickly shut up the little ghost. Eli's father hurriedly pulled little Eli over and scolded him softly: "Don't talk nonsense, how can your brother be qualified to enter the national cemetery? It is already his honor to be buried here!"

"But, Daddy, brother, he—" Little Eli had just said when he was interrupted by his father, "Shut up, Eli!"

Looking at his father's serious eyes, little Eli had no choice but to shut up and remain silent.

Someone squeezed Eli's hand. He turned his head to see that it was his best playmate, Shirley.

"Don't be sad, we have to live well, for the sake of these warriors who gave their lives for us, including your brother, we must work hard to learn magic, and become a great magician like them in the future!" Shirley pursed her pink lips, cute and cute.

"I know, Shirley. I've heard that you're also very talented in magic, but I'm sure I'll be like my brother, outperforming everyone else!" Eli looked at the coffin again, full of confidence.

"Come on, Eli. ”

The funeral was over, and the people were almost gone, but little Eli still stood in front of his brother's tombstone and refused to leave.

Eli's father came over and touched his head: "Go home, I know you're sad, just like I was when your uncle left..."

"But Dad, brother, how is he not as good as those heroes in the National Cemetery, how many of those people have done great things?" Eli twitched, and the more he spoke, the more he wanted to cry.

There was a haze between his father's eyebrows, and he sighed helplessly: "When you grow up, you will understand, you are still too young, and there are some things that you can not understand now." ”

"How many people know the dark side of this world that has been blinded by the surface. ”

Eli and his father looked towards the source of the voice, and saw a young man striding up and gently touching Iller's tombstone: "I'm so sorry, I really didn't have time to save you." ”

"Master Andermis. Eli's father bowed respectfully, "I didn't expect you to take time out of your busy schedule to attend the dog's funeral, so please allow Eli and I to express our sincere gratitude to you." ”

"No, I've missed it, Iler's funeral is over, and I just don't want to see those disgusting guys so late. I'm sorry, but if it weren't for me, Illa wouldn't have taken this mission, let alone died. If there is anything you need my help with, just ask, as long as I can help, I will definitely help you. Andermis let out a long sigh.

Eli raised his head and said in an eager tone, "You are my brother's magic teacher, right?" I heard that you don't accept apprentices, but I still beg you to teach me magic, I want to become a powerful magician like my brother, and become a hero!"

Andermis glanced at Eli's father and asked for his opinion. Eli's father, Iros, was also a man with a talent for magic, and although he got a job as a magician in a guild under the Ministry of Magic, he didn't like his children too much.

When Iler studied magic with Andromis, Ilos was not very appreciative. He didn't want his children to be hurt.

"Eli, Dad can also teach you magic, you don't follow your brother's old path, have your own stable life, Dad will be satisfied. Iros looked at Eli and thought of his eldest son, and his heart throbbed.

But little Eli didn't pay any attention to his father: "Lord Andermis, my brother taught me some magic before, and he said that I am very talented in magic, and I will definitely become a stronger magician than him." ”

"Alright, Eli. Master Andermis is busy, so don't bother him. If you really want to learn, you can go to magic school, Daddy promises you, okay?" Iros comforted little Eli and hurriedly said goodbye to Andermis and left the cemetery, as if he was deliberately avoiding something.

Andermis still stood quietly alone, his lips moving, and he stopped talking.

Andermis was left alone in the cemetery, and a familiar voice suddenly came from behind: "Aren't you going to turn back?"

Andermis turned his head, but as if he saw someone he shouldn't have seen, his eyes darkened, and he turned his head again.

He said weakly: "Is it meaningful to turn back? Can I get what I want when I turn back? Maybe I have no value in this world anymore, and now I just want to go the way I want to go, and no one can interfere with me." ”

"If you were there, if you could have saved him in time, this child wouldn't have died. As a guru, you brought him to the path of a magician, but you did not do your duty. ”

"The Ministry of Magic is a bottomless place, sister. Andermis muttered softly.

"Maybe if this continues, we may be enemies. ”

The siblings stood side by side for a short while, speechless to each other.

"If there really is such a day, I hope you will not be soft, I will fight for my dreams, and you will fight for your ideals!" Andermis disappeared into the cemetery, leaving his sister Andmir alone in grief.