The watery moonlight paved Fisher's path, and he quickly crossed the tents and cooking utensils that had been blown to and fro in front of him, and came to the horses that were neighing in the night, and the carriage behind had been completely blown down, and he straightened the overturned carriage with both hands, and came to the inside of the carriage.

Emhart, who was in his arms, heard that it was quiet again, so he got out of his arms and floated in the air, turned his head frantically to look around, and said by the way,

"Something just happened outside, it's noisy... Wait, it's over, right?"

"Not yet, there's a cursed monster related to the phoenix species out there preparing to kill... The disappearance of the phoenix species is closely related to the spirit world, and the Turan family is also related to the phoenix species, until now I don't know what they are going to find the frost snow sycamore tree trunk..."

Fisher spoke to Emhart as he rummaged through the contents of the carriage that were rolling everywhere.

Emhardt heard what Fisher said, glanced at the still fierce wind and snow outside, and without saying a word, he shrank again, ran into Fisher's arms and hid.

"I'm scared to death, so I'll hide and not hold you back. Remember to call me when you're done, I know, and you don't want to lose my lovely book friend..."

「......」

Fisher did not respond to Sir Book's words, his movements were not slow, he felt the fluctuations of magic in the carriage, and finally saw what he was looking for next to a broken picture frame, which was a necklace, made entirely of copper, and at the bottom of the necklace was a structure like a shell that could store photographs.

Above the structure, there were densely carved magical crests that shimmered with a faint black light, showing the skill of the magician who engraved it.

Fisher gently pushed open the small "shell" with his fingers, revealing an old yellowed photograph inside.

Above, a petite girl in a wheelchair has an expressionless face, wearing a heavy northern classical princess dress, the expression on her face is by no means good-looking, with a small face on her shoulder, and a heavy book in her hand, I don't know what it is, but judging from the magician hat she wears on her head that seems to belong to someone else, this should be Valentina who was being taught magic lessons when she was a child.

Next to her wheelchair, an old man with a tall beard and white hair, stroking his beard with a kind smile, stood straight, although this old man had the most standard appearance of a northerner, but that temperament still made Fisher inevitably think of his teacher, Haythal.

They are old men of their age, so they have similarities in many places.

On the inside of the shell was a small line of northern script, which was very similar to the magic traces engraved on the outside, but there was no magical light, and it said,

"Miss Valentina Turan cried on her sixth birthday because she was learning magic from me."

"Hedor Turan Remains"

Fisher pinched the necklace with his backhand, which held the eleven-ring high-ring magic crest, and looked out of the carriage without saying a word.

......

......

"Moon Princess, the last phoenix... I've been waiting for you for so many years, finally, finally..."

Behind Herdor, who was running wildly outside the ancestral hall, the whistling sound of the curse came in the blink of an eye, Herdor couldn't see anything, but he could feel the cursed entity behind him pressing closely, it stared at the sword of the moon princess in his hand, but it was not flustered at all, just released the breath of the blade in his hand and kept running.

Ever since the Turan family had Valentina come out to die in search of the Frost Sycamore Tree, Herdor had long expected such a day.

It's just because Valentina is the only one in her family who can wield the Moon Princess's sword, so she's so young to take on such a heavy responsibility and challenge the history of the North that no one knows...

This cannot but be called ironic and absurd, but where is Hardor, who is just a retainer, qualified to participate in decision-making, and where is he qualified to change Valentina's fate?

The only thing he could do was to use his stump to remove one or two obstacles for Valentina in her path.

Thinking of this, the mechanical arm that was holding the Moon Princess Sword in his hand became more and more forceful, and in fact, in fact, his vision was full of crimson warning tips and light.

"Warning... Data loss... Warn... Data loss..."

He could feel his consciousness drifting away from the body, and the reason he was still able to run and do his last bit for Valentina was because of the burning soul in his body.

"Zizi... Oh, I'm not missing anything..."

The curse behind him gradually approached, and as the cold like wind and snow permeated his heart, dark black feathers continued to grow in his inorganic body, and the parts seemed to have not been lubricated for a long time, and every movement made an extremely harsh grinding sound.

He looked down at the slowly fading Moon Princess Sword in his hand, and as the steam in his mouth erupted, the soul light on his body also became dazzling, detaching from him like the death light used by Philorn, and splattering towards the cursed entity behind him.

The cursed entity was struck by the sudden attack, and its entire black body spun in mid-air several times, retreating some distance, and roaring in the air in anger.

However, this is not without a price.

The death light is produced by the intense burning of the soul of Herdor, and in that mechanical body is controlled by the combined body of the soul of Herdor and the consciousness copied by the cardinal, and they together control the body, so that Fisher said, "You are the real Herdor".

His memories, his consciousness, his persistence for Valentina were as they always were, but they were all gradually consumed in the burning of his soul at this moment.

As Fisher summarized when the soul theory was first proposed, a person's memory and consciousness are all attached to the soul, and when the soul is consumed, is the energy bursting out of it in a sense the value of these nothing, immeasurable things?

"Zizi..."

The steam in Hardor's mouth spewed wildly, and the scorching temperature was the staring heat that was so different from the snow-white mist that everything he remembered about the past gradually became cloudy as the steam dissipated.

He suddenly couldn't remember his past experiences, what family he came from, why he entered the Turan family to study magic, and the names and appearances of his long-dead parents and family.

"Whoa!"

The curse behind him returned, and Hodor's mechanical body was once again weighed down, and it was almost knocked over.

It's not powerful enough!

Herdor's body burst out with dazzling death light again, and smashed on the cursed body, causing countless jet-black feathers to fall from the cursed entity in the spirit realm, and if you look closely, those feathers are not black, but more like a few measurable amounts of blood piled together, which are really rich to the extreme, before the scarlet of blood solidified into pitch black...

As the second soul light bloomed, Herdor suddenly couldn't remember his name, the many people and friends he knew, the magical knowledge he had learned and loved all his life, and the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of his life.

It seems that the colorful paper has miraculously faded back to pale, except for the purpose and direction of the paper.

He only remembers his persistence and perseverance, and remembers the "granddaughter" he regarded as a treasure.

"Whoa!"

Isn't it powerful enough?

In the illusory wind and snow, in the pure thoughts of Herdor, only such thin thoughts remained, but for some reason it was not powerful enough, and he did not know what kind of threat he was in front of.

"Zizi..."

But even so, the soul in his body still subconsciously burned, wanting to burst out of the last death light.

This time, only his last obsession remained.

But just as it was about to burn, his sight

Suddenly, however, the back of a completely unfamiliar human male, with black hair and a simple bronze necklace in his hand, shimmered with a glimmer that Herdor could not understand.

Ignorant of magic and other things, his faceless facial features only moved a little because of the slightly open necklace photo, on which was a little girl in a wheelchair with an unsightly face, and standing next to him was a kind old man who was quite familiar but did not know.

"Valentina..."

Fisher didn't respond, his back protected the most precious part of Herdor's soul like a moat, and the necklace in his hand erupted into a wave of deadly black light, and the violent magic power reverberated the world, gathering a terrifying and terrifying power in Fisher's hands.

In the next second, when the terrifying power was transmitted to the newly obtained ring engraved with strange words on Fisher's palm, the ring seemed to have been awakened to some kind of function, rendering the magic engraved by Herdor into strange fluctuations that Fisher had never seen before.

"Baku! Wow! Spit and spit on!"

Fisher looked in disbelief at the eleventh ring magic [Elimination Light] in his hand, which had been magnified countless times and filled with an ominous aura, and really didn't understand what had happened now, but the little eyes who were watching the play playfully in the moonlight seemed to feel some extreme horror, blinking their eyes and screaming away from this side of the world, so that Fisher could no longer feel it.

They... Those chaos species, are they afraid?

But by no means afraid of the elimination of light in your own hands, but more like being afraid... The breath of the ring in your own hand?

"Whoa!"

The elimination light in Fisher's hand had already formed, and the arm holding the magic seemed to be pressed against the soldering iron, and there was a sharp pain, but he gritted his teeth and didn't move, just staring at the curse in front of him.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, only the crazy cursed entity in front of Fisher still existed in mid-air, but even it seemed to feel the threat in the hands of Fisher in front of it, and the white eyes on its head looked at Fisher in front of him at the same time, and the violent spiritual pressure was transmitted.

The terrifying coercion and curse could easily crush many of the creatures that existed in the blizzard, and it was obvious that no one else present could carry the curse and fight for so long, but Fisher was still standing upright in front of it.

Fisher gasped, enduring the itching and pain on his body, and pointed the elimination light in his hand at the curse that was coming at him in front of him.

"Boom!"

A light that was too black to look at bloomed in Fisher's palm, and in an instant, it spurted forward, and the straight black light was like an "eraser of the world", passing along the black light, and the air, the wind and snow, the curse, and the clouds in the sky disappeared in an instant.

The sudden vacuum of the large amount of space produced a fierce popping sound, and it was the first time for Fisher to see such a powerful [Elimination Light], and the fierce pressure came in an instant, squeezing all the heaven and earth, rolling up a huge snowstorm as high as a mountain.

"Boom! Boom!"

This spectacular scenery was transmitted far away, and if it seemed to outsiders, it would be as terrifying as the legendary frost phoenix descending, and countless employees of the Turan family who believed that the frost phoenix was fleeing heard the situation behind them, and they knelt in place at a loss, watching in a daze as the frost and snow slowly dispersed in the air and slowly quieted down.

"The gods... It's a god..."

But the only people who witnessed everything at the scene were Fisher and Herdor, who was already unrecognizable.

......

......

The cage of the spell in the center of the ancestral hall suddenly opened at this moment, and the loud noise coming from the outside was obviously heard by Valentina inside, and her composure that had planned everything disappeared without a trace, and she sat in her wheelchair in a rather irritated way and rubbed the ring on her hand with her hand.

After hearing the sound outside, she could no longer listen to the persuasion of the people next to her, opened the cage of the spell, and came to the cold ancestral hall.

"Herdor!"

At this time, in the ancestral hall of the moon rabbit species, under the gaze of the cold moonlight, the stones on the upper floor continued to fall because of the magic released by Fisher just now, turning the originally beautifully crafted ancestral hall into a ruin, Valentina shouted to the wind and snow outside, but there was no response.

She pushed the joystick on her wheelchair in spite of the dissuasion of Phyllis and Balzac behind her, heading outside.

"Miss Valentina, the curse on the outside may still be there, it's best to stay in the cage of the curse to ensure safety."

"yes, boss, if something happens to you..."

"Shut up..."

Valentina pushed her wheelchair slowly to the outside of the ancestral hall, only to see that all the tents and items set up by the members of the Turan family had been buried by the new snow, only in the snow, Valentina narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she saw a sitting figure in front of her.

She came closer to her companions behind her, and finally saw that it was Fisher Benavides, who was dressed thinly, and that he had only one white shirt left on him, sitting quietly in the snow, silently turning his head to look at the person who came behind him, and saying nothing.

"Wait, you're here, the curse is over? What about Herdor?"

Balzac opened his mouth in disbelief, and as soon as the question came out, Phyllis next to him gave him a gentle kick to calm him down, Valentina in front of him sat motionless in a wheelchair, and Yin Luosi behind him also unconsciously covered her mouth gently.

I saw that beside Fisher, a mechanical body with a completely dimmed light on its body was lying on the snow, still draped in the heavy robe that Fisher was wearing, and in the center of his open mechanical palm, a copper necklace that had completely lost its magical light lay quietly.

"Error... Data loss, connection failure... Mistake... Data loss, connection failure... Wrong..."

"Hull... Dole?"

Balzac spoke in disbelief, with some difficulty accepting what was happening.

Fisher glanced back at the person behind him, then silently got up and walked over to Valentina, and said calmly to her,

"Condolences, Miss Valentina."

「......」

Valentina lowered her head, her hands pinching the hem of her skirt, her long white hair hanging down, making it impossible to see her expression.

The wind and snow in the north rose again, and Fisher behind him gradually disappeared, and several of Valentina's subordinates also seemed a little overwhelmed, even a single-minded lion race like Phyllis felt a little unnatural.

She glanced at Valentina's lonely, thin back in front of her wheelchair, and could not say anything until Balzac patted her on the shoulder and gave her a look, and then she left the place as if pardoned