The Magic Association is a magician alliance association composed of the three races of elves, humans, and dwarves, as well as the magicians of the white, black, and blue robes, referred to as the "Magic Association" , located in the black cloak jungle on the continent of Tuya, its power is not big, it is not small, similar to the alliance organization between various countries, responsible for reconciling the contradictions between the magicians of various races, as well as the magicians of various camps, of course, it also serves the common interests of all magicians, has its own unique set of systems and organizations, and also has its unique rules and systems.

If a magician violates these rules and is found guilty by the consuls of the Magic Society, the magician will be wanted by the Magic Association, and he will soon find that all the magicians on the surface are hunting him down, except for the dark mages of the underworld.

For thousands of years, magicians who were fortunate enough to be wanted by the Magic Association could be counted on their fingers, and the vast majority of them were successfully apprehended, imprisoned in the terrifying magical space of the Black Wing Tower, or forced to go underground, never to see the light of day again.

There was only one exception, and that person was the black-robed mage Alander.

More than two years ago, shortly after he was lifted, the elven mage Ost received the news from Gibri and immediately reported it to the Magic Society, which immediately ruled and sentenced Aland to death.

But for more than two years, Aland has been at large, not only because of his mysterious whereabouts, where almost no one can find him, but also because his magical abilities are so powerful that the magicians who found him have all died at his hands.

But now, the black-robed mage Aland is dead, but he lives in another body in this world.

How should the Magical Guild decide on this body's guilt?

Without hesitation, the verdict was still the death penalty, because Puno was now Aland.

Therefore, the magicians of the Tuya Continent began to hunt down a human boy with the form of a little boy, but in fact the spirit was the black-robed mage Alander - Puno.

Pity. No one could find the boy, because no one knew that the boy had grown into a young man in a short time.

And, this young man. Now it's not just the little boy Puno, it's also the black-robed mage Aland.

The memories of both of them exist in the same body, what will happen?

After a brief period of confusion, which kind of memory prevailed?

Whose consciousness is the one who survived?

And when the two memories merge, will the two become another person? If so, they will become another person. Should the original two be considered dead, or should they both survive in this third person?

No one knew, not even Puno, a young man who had both memories.

When Puno first came out of the magic tower of the Elven Academy, he was simply naked, without even a fig leaf, and his mind was extremely confused, and he kept muttering to himself, "Who am I?"

At that time, a mage also happened to appear nearby, and happened to see Puno wandering near the tower.

Seeing the mage, Puno's mind cleared up a little. His face was familiar, and Puno couldn't help but shout, "It's you?!"

The mage was taken aback, and took a few steps backwards, and then, the mage's lips began to squirm, and a monster was instantly summoned and rushed towards Puno.

The monster's ugly image and its own magic made Puno extremely afraid, but fortunately, the other half of his mind's clear consciousness made him remember the corresponding spell in time, and quickly assembled a spell protection in front of him. The monster stopped five meters in front of him, frustrated in confusion. Puno prepares another spell at the same time, and the spell of the attack comes out of his mouth fluently, and the feeling of the magic rushing through his body makes Puno ecstatic. He then delivered a fatal blow aimed at the monster, which exploded under his magical power and turned into ashes. Puno, on the other hand, was basked in the great joy and satisfaction of using this body to perform magic for the first time, and his body was strong and strong, a far cry from that of the usually weak mages. And, another childish thought popped up as well. Make Puno feel so powerful.

The mage on the opposite side obviously didn't expect this young man to have such a high level of magical strength, and after a slight hesitation, he quickly slipped away, like a bolt of lightning, and disappeared in front of Puno's eyes at once with magic.

Puno's eyes were confused again, and he regretted letting the mage leave like this, because he might be able to tell himself who he really was.

However, no matter who he was, he had to find a piece of clothing to wear first, and at this time, he couldn't see anyone.

Puno quietly slipped into the enchanted forest outside the Elven Academy, knocking the first mage he met in the forest to the ground, he used magic of course, but the shot was too fast and heavy, and the mage had been struck by lightning and permanently fell asleep before he could see Puno hiding behind the trunk.

After a while, Puno was already wearing the white robe of a mage, opened a portal, and left this place, he had the most urgent place to go in his heart, at this time, although another memory was strongly resisting, Puno's strong emotional needs overcame the calm restraint of the other party, and finally took his body to the place he wanted to go most at this time - Simplain Village, his home.

And in the enchanted forest clearing of the Elven Academy, there is an extra **** dead mage.

Simplain Village.

There was a dead silence all around, the dead bodies in the square had long since turned into white bones, and the bloody wooden plaque left by the Duke of Sara had begun to weather and become dilapidated, but the handwriting on it was still faintly visible.

"Darla, come to Fort Sara before noon tomorrow, or your family's lives will be in danger!"

Puno looked around blankly and muttered to herself, "Sarah's Castle?!"

Suddenly, another cold voice sounded, quite impatient: "It's useless for you to go! Your family has already died!"

Puno shouted: "Nonsense, no, no, Mom, I want Mom ......" Puno finally couldn't bear it anymore, and began to cry, the scene in front of him was already terrifying, and it was not easy for him to endure it until now.

But the voice was still saying viciously: "What are you crying for? You are sad, just go with them! Don't occupy my body!"

Puno yelled, "No, I don't! I don't! This is my body!"

At this time, if a second person was present, he would be amazed to see a young man in a mage's robe, talking to himself, arguing with himself, and his expression was suddenly excited, crying and fussing like a little boy, and suddenly cold as ice, like a dying old man full of resentment.

This young man, as if possessed by a ghost, and like a split personality, makes people feel involuntarily afraid.

What's more, the environment he was in at this time was so bleak.

A dead mountain village, a pile of white bones, a young mage like a madman.

The situation is extremely strange and creepy.

Puno stayed in Simplain until dawn the next day.

He walked along the avenue at the entrance of the village, with a very slow pace, out of this dead mountain village, and walked towards his next destination, the Fort of Sala.

On the way to the Fort of Sarah, Puno was the only one walking slowly, and the atmosphere was solemn and gloomy.

It wasn't that there were no pedestrians along the way, but all the pedestrians avoided the young man in the mage's robes after seeing Puno's slow and strange pace.

The way he walked was terrifying, like a man struggling forward, only to be pulled backwards by some unknown force. But behind him, there was only empty air.

What's more, the appearance of this young man is also very strange, when you see him, you seem to see a six-year-old boy and a sixty-year-old man at the same time, the two ages overlap on him, and the two personalities are intertwined in his body, which makes him look as strange as a ghost leaning over.

The expression on his face was even more terrifying, as if he was wearing a human skin mask, cold, and he couldn't see any joys, sorrows, and sorrows about human beings, but his muscles were shaking non-stop, showing that the emotions in his heart were turbulent, as if he would break through the mask and explode at any time.

His eyes were as cold as ice, like a man who had just crawled out of a cemetery, staring at the surrounding landscape as if he were staring at a void grave, but occasionally, there would be an unusually strong flame in these cold eyes, a flame of hatred, a flame that could melt everything.

Nelson Plains, inside Darla's training camp.

"You, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Mialy's cold eyes were like a sharp sword, staring at Mike fiercely.

Mike turned his head slightly under Mialy's sword-like gaze, but still replied stubbornly: "At that time, you hadn't fully recovered, so I ......"

"Shut up!" Miyali snapped out, incredulous at Mike's audacity and assertiveness. The Elven Academy was attacked, her teacher Philosil died unexpectedly, Darla's younger brother Puno had become a victim of Aland's blood curse, etc., so many, such an important event, he actually kept it a secret from her until now.

Mike was shut, his face serious, and his usual sarcastic smile long gone. He had known for a long time that he would make Miyali angry and disgusted by doing so, but he would rather accept Miyali's anger than let Miyali drag her body around with her body that had not yet recovered.

Mialy's anger was fleeting, her eyes moved away from Mike, staring into the distant void, and she suddenly thought of something extremely terrible, now everyone had decided that Puno was Aland, and the Magic Guild had even issued an order to snipe Puno. What would happen if Darla, who was still in Judhika, found out about this? )xh:.74.240.212