The light gradually faded to the glorious gold, the day was about to come to an end, the journey of the night slowly opened, and when the last ray of sunset dissipated, Li Laifu couldn't help but think of the tragic color of the final chapter of the bard epic "The Death of the King".

The light of the setting sun fell on the figure of the young man who was as hot as a flame, as a fire mage with two missions of 'sanction' and 'destruction', his magic robe was heavier than the other old mages, and the burden on his shoulders made the young man's blue pupils full of worry, he looked into the distance, as if something would happen to him in this deep night.

Li Laifu could clearly feel that this young mage exuded an aura of loneliness, as if he was a demon wolf in the snow, powerful and bloodthirsty enough to make experienced old hunters feel helpless, but this kind of snow wolf often had to endure a challenge that was harsher than the cold, and that kind of challenge could make it lose its arrogant head at any time.

Late night came, darkness shrouded the earth, but the golden armor on those knights, actually faintly bloomed with a mysterious magical light, as well as the powerful fighting spirit unintentionally revealed on their bodies, all added a trace of emotion called 'uneasiness' to this silent night, Li Laifu sat in the black coffin with a ruffian face, he always thought that his intuition was the favor of the goddess of fate, and this time there would be no exception, in this thick night, he felt that he needed blood and roaring embellishments to become more perfect.

What's more, except for a skull around him now, there is nothing that can make him feel a little surprised, even the two emotions of fear and insecurity are jealous and hateful, as if they have become a luxury after 'numbness' over time, Li Laifu glanced at the skull that he photographed in the corner, I don't know if it was an illusion after he was exhausted, he seemed to feel that the golden flame in the skull's eye socket was getting darker and darker.

"The glory and glory of life, the praise and singing of the bards, the skin and flesh withered after death, a dry bone smiled and melancholy, and waited for death alive, so why did you rush out desperately back then. ”

Li Laifu's pitch-black pupils flashed a trace of speechless sluggishness, looking into the distance, this may be the Eternal Continent, or it may be a stone drifting in the long river of years, but it doesn't matter, because no matter where he is, this child feels that he has lost something most important.

His inky pupils reflected the distant desert

Afar.

A lonely desert looms in the blue eyes of the red-robed mage.

He has always disliked talking, because he is known as the magic genius who is most likely to reproduce the glory of the 'Laughter of the Wise' era in the 'Silver Age', and some people say that the strong are unsmiling, of course this is a joke, but there are some strong men who have their own pride, at least in the face of the foolish and treacherous, they are always colder than the waters of the Sea of Death.

Suddenly, the young man moved, he turned around, trotted all the way, and there was a faint flame rising from the magic robe on his body, and after about three breaths, he came to the side of a knight.

"Fierce Knights of Rosa, our enemies, the hypocrites who threw the dark annals of history into the flames, are about to re-wash this land of peace. ”

The red-robed young man looked into the distance in a daze, stretched out his finger, and pointed ahead, where was a dead desert, even under the cover of the night, it still could not hide the sadness of the loss of life.

As he whispered, the flames burning on the gem at the top of the red staff grew even faster, like a blazing sun from the gods in the dark world, making people feel warm, but after the words landed, everyone fell silent.

The knight's face is full of beard, and the years of washing and suffering have become stepping stones, so that this person exudes the breath of a leader, mature and steady two quite masculine temperaments, but also reflected on his face hearty, it seems to be a little unbelievable, almost lying in the coffin Li Laifu showed a look of doubt, he saw that the knight's eyes were a little damp, you know, for a qualified knight, the pain of death is just a small ant, Li Laifu can hardly imagine, what kind of pain and fear can make this man who looks as resolute as a reef cry。

A few grains of sand rolled up in the endless desert, the Kodo giant beast raised its head, the scars on its body seemed to be in vain in an instant, and a group of old mages bent their bodies and looked around at their old companions when they were swimming in the magical ocean with solemn expressions, as if they were making the last memories before saying goodbye, one by one the extremely powerful monsters were roaring, and the knights on their bodies also raised their spears inlaid with magic characters in their hands, and the night seemed to be about to be shattered in this earth-shattering roar.

The bearded knight bowed his head and gently stroked the hard scales of the iron-backed dragon under his crotch, and his deep voice echoed in this empty and dead land, everyone was quiet, and their eyes showed a resolute and fiery gaze, at some point, humanity needed a king, a king who could give them hope.

"Do you know what the glory of Wiesal is?"

The Knight Chief of Rosa slowly raised the spear in his hand, revealing the color of the night, and he stared at the ancient magic veins on it, stunned.

"The Knights of the 'Song of Sorrow', the Knights of the Blood Moon, and the Knights of the Dry Bones, a total of 36,000 fearless warriors, their coats of arms will shine like stars forever in the desert sky. ”

His voice was a little choked, and Li Laifu, who was hiding in the coffin, felt a burst of depression, this was not the prelude to the arrival of the storm, but the convulsions and scolding in his heart.

"The 'Wisdom of the Vissar' Magic Association, in addition to you, the mage guys who are here, they have all passed away, these old fellows have built a magnificent temple of magic for us during their lifetimes, and their wisdom will always shine on the darkness of our path, and even among them, there are two noble 'Great Magi'. ”

Those mages in magic robes cried hysterically, and the old wrinkled faces showed a hideous look that was extremely inconsistent with his age, even the red-robed young mage tried his best to hide his sadness at the moment, he guessed something terrifying, but when he really faced it, he found that he was still so weak.

"There are no weak escapees in the Visal Empire, only the heroes who died on the battlefield, and those whom I speak of, as you think in your hearts, and as the witnesses of the stars in the night sky, are all dead, because for those on the battlefield, blood means glory, and in the end, I just want to say one word to you. ”

The Knight Captain of Rosa, the bearded man with a full face, raised his spear in the air, and the dazzling cold light and terrifying fighting spirit like a landslide seemed to fill the entire sky.

"If we have nothing to lose, at least we still have life, and the final place of faith of Wiesar is guarded by us. ”

The golden fighting spirit pierced the sky, tearing apart the great hand that symbolized the night, the Kodomon roared, the monster roared, and the knight's faith burned like a flame in the face of cold death.

The red-robed young mage wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, raised his staff, and a ball of flames with a strong magical aura rushed into the sky, bursting in an instant, and the scattered firelight was like a meteor falling to the earth, making the night even more trembling and uneasy, and then, the slightly immature whisper with the knight chief sounded so clearly that everyone was fascinated and repeated the murmur.

"The fire of the Shrine of Visar never goes out, it burns brightly. ”

"The fire of the Shrine of Visar never goes out, it burns brightly. ”

"The fire of the Shrine of Visar never goes out, it burns brightly. ”

Li Laifu stood up tremblingly, he saw a group of solemn-looking humans, among them there were old mages in magic robes, some high-ranking knights riding powerful magical beasts, and even a Kodo giant beast all showed extremely human piety, they looked into the distance, chanting epic prayers in their mouths, and the trajectory of their gaze fell on the altar where the young man with dark pupils was.

"Who am I?"

When asked this inexplicable sentence, Li Laifu felt that the noble goddess of fate must have crumpled his IQ and stepped on it mercilessly.

It's not that he's ignorant, it's that everything that happened is too out of the way of thinking, he was just a third-rate nobleman who barely mustered up the courage to save the girl in distress with his enthusiasm, but now he seems to be drawn into a never-ending whirlpool, and he will sink deeper and deeper.

Sure enough, the darkness is best for some strange things to happen, especially the six-diamond-shaped coffin, which symbolizes evil in the dark.

Li Laifu felt a chill down his spine, and he vaguely seemed to hear a faint ** in a corner of the coffin.

"You just hit me in the head!"

A miserable white skull suddenly smashed on Li Laifu's head, and the golden soul fire in his eyes was like a newborn sun, blazing incomparably.