After only nine years of reign, he was critically ill and died laughing that night.

"I saw it! I see it! There she is! ”

His Majesty is dead, and the news shook the hearts of all the wizards in the Wizarding Academy, the professors who were studying the truth in the tower.

Even many people can't believe it.

"Impossible..."

"Svaro, it's only been nine years since he ruled the wizarding world!"

"Life is just a beginning, a while ago he was touring the world, passing by my wizard tower to communicate, and I went with me to see the transformed demonic beasts in the basement cage, and saw that he was in good spirits, how could he die in a while?"

"Impossible! Where did the rumors come from? ”

Everyone thinks that this is destined to be a millennium century, a legend of an era, rising.

But soon, when they confirmed the truth in the crystal ball and issued an announcement, some wizards had to believe it.

Many people sighed.

"It should be the drawbacks of that Ancestor Demon Core, but he has been holding on."

"Svarro has to be strong all his life, he is a proud man! But he lost to Prous, and he came up with this way, even if his life was short, he had to win over him. ”

"No one in this world says that they are immortal, only the truth is eternal, and I don't feel that I have done anything wrong."

"I can understand him, a life span of a thousand years, it is better to have a glorious era, rule the world for ten years, use the power of the whole world, complete his dreams, and open up a great era."

"History will remember his time and lay the foundation for the rank of legend, and this great wizard will go down in history forever."

This generation of the Abyss Emperor Svarro, born in the Templar family, has a noble background, and is the strongest genius of his clan's generation.

During his nine-year reign, he instantly suppressed the entire era from a first-line powerhouse, led the entire world to drag dynasties, improved various wizarding theories, and created many classics.

And the biggest achievement is to use his life to explore the next realm before his death: the prototype of the half-step legend.

The soul can be separated from the body for a short time and peek into the chaos.

He peeked into the coordinates in the chaos, the path of ascension, and opened the threshold for future generations!

Even in later generations, there are many people who talk about it in the tavern, telling the epic story of this king who failed to challenge Prous for the first time and rose to the top for the second time.

"Worthy of being my descendant."

Above the crystal wall, an ancient deity, with a pestle crystal holy sword, opened his eyes in the coffin.

The young man of the Templar clan had always been in his eyes, proud, paranoid, pursuing his dreams, and living in toil.

"A half-step legend has opened for the times."

"I should also congratulate you and see you off."

Katsa!

Suddenly a crack protruded from the coffin.

The ancient crystal holy sword flashed coldly, and in an instant, it cut through the first layer of the third layer of the crystal wall.

Huge straight cutting marks pierced through the slime flesh within the crystal wall, and a large amount of transparent and energy-rich juice gushed out, like a huge waterfall in the sky, soaking the entire abyss. ()

Katsa.

The coffin was re-covered.

Tukasi closed his eyes slowly.

"The world mourns."

"The wizards of the earth see them off."

"The colleges hung up white cloths."

"The students prayed for three days, and the current holy rain from the sky to nourish the growth of all things can be regarded as seeing you off."

...

Twenty-five years of the Abyss.

Svarro was buried, and countless bone dragons took off over the imperial city.

Tens of thousands of wizards came from all over the world.

On this day, they took off their gray robes, silver robes, and gold robes, which symbolized their status, and uniformly wore solemn black robes to mourn.

In the face of death, the strong and the weak are equal.

Imperial Mausoleum, before a forest.

The sun above the abyss faded, and the wind died down.

Magic carriages stopped at the foot of the mountain, and a wizard in black robes walked with a cane, and some female wizards wore veils that covered their silent faces.

There is an endless stream of people climbing the mountain, but there is a silent hustle and bustle.

Everything was already ready.

It was a funeral that was watched by the entire wizarding world, and was destined to be solemn and dignified.

The old man Cobain was dressed in a black robe and looked quietly into the distance, "The funeral is for the living, and they need a place to vent their sadness. ”

Old man Nunes smiled bitterly,

yes, yes... These wizards, these nine years are not short, how diligent is Svaro? Hardly living in a palace, he has been on the run all his life, constantly patrolling the world, and communicating with wizards from city to city. ”

"His footprints have traveled everywhere, but all famous professors and scholars have discussed them together."

"The sorrow in the hearts of the wizards of these times is not only a happy idealistic friend, a great monarch who seems to be destined to lead the millennium wizard century suddenly died, and it is also sad that this life is so short, and the dream in his heart is clouded with gray fog."

Svaro's sorrow is also the sorrow of life.

They came to mourn not only Svarro, but also their own sorrows.

This funeral is far from the death of a person.

"This day is really not a human life..."

Cobain looked up at the crystal walls of the sky, and the sunlight was shining, but it gave people the taste of light and dusk.

I still remember the scene when the three of them sat on the boat and shouted excitedly, looking at the magnificent fantasy world, full of longing for the wizarding academy.

But time flies, and nearly 30 years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The established Chamber of Commerce has fallen, the world has been destroyed, Ragnarok, Wharton is dead, Dean Silver has become the afterglow of the creation gods, and what is left of himself?

Hold a significant stake in the world's most powerful Chamber of Commerce of Tears of Freedom?

A very good minister, glorious and rich?

They also experienced these things outside, and for the two old men, they were struggling to breathe, quietly watching the changes of the times.

They don't have the talent and the strength to do nothing. ()

Cobain suddenly remembered the rules of the academy:

[2. When you step here, your friends, relatives, and lovers will grow old with the years, never try to help them at will, unless you want to return to the ordinary, your relatives will disappear with the years, your love and hate will fade with time, only the truth is eternal. 】

"Everything fades with time, but the truth lasts forever."

They look up at the sky.

Suddenly, I saw a sudden rainstorm in the sky.

The black-robed wizards on the mountain were stunned at first, and then they performed their witchcraft, and a wooden umbrella grew out of their hands, and they quietly continued to hold the funeral in the torrential rain.

Facing the rain curtain, the sorcerers on the mountain stood straight, and the mourners were still in an endless stream.

...

"Don't say I'm cheating on you."

Li Qing glanced at this contemporary emperor who had only survived for nine years.

Very strong indeed.

It's really strong.

Wharton is a fake, after all, bringing a lot of theoretical knowledge and foundation, but he is not good at research.

This one is the real wise man of the times, and he has thoroughly digested all the theoretical knowledge he has brought in nine years.

Let the wizarding world completely consolidate all the foundations.

Although he had the temptation to dig up the grave of Wharton, an old man addicted to the Internet, and embark on this short-lived road, this was his choice.

Instead of being a loser, a mediocre life, and a coward for a lifetime, it is better to be a hero for a moment and defeat the opponent of his life.

Li Qing glanced at the passage in the living room.

In the fog and chaos, not far from the entrance of the metal pipe passage, there was a transparent tombstone with a crystal ball structure deliberately left by Li Qing, leaving a row of words:

[Svaro set foot here, leave this mark!] I hate not being able to enter it and open the way for future generations! Truth! Truth! Truth....]

The handwriting is getting more and more ambiguous and scribbled.

"Last words, you also stayed here on your deathbed, and history will remember you."

Li Qing opened his mouth, "You've done a good job... You are not the loser who lost to Prohes back then, but a winner of the times. ”

There's not much I can give.

And this heroic monument is placed here, so that they can leave the footprints of historical advancement here.

And for the kings of these times, pure wizards who pursue great truths, wealth, beauty, and power are all they want, and all they pursue is to leave a name for their youth in front of their eyes.

Even to yourself, it's insignificant.

But it is enough to let the heroes of the times in the sand table, moths to the fire, and give up their lives.

"A heroic hero of the era, trying to break through the world, leaving the last words and inscriptions of the past dynasties on the world channel.... This setting is still very emotional, enough to motivate them. ”

It's a self-set pattern, and the cycle repeats.

Li Qing sat in the bookstore and continued to read, with a leisurely expression: "Continue to pounce, wander back at the foot of the mountain, and look up at the top of the mountain, because the mountain... Right there. ”