The third third-order wizard of the Borderlands must belong to the Stargate Council. But even the Stargate Council has its own dissenting opinions.

However, it was supposed that the Glow Family Master and the Speaker of the Star Gate each recommended an alternate person, but because Gorsa and the Wind Demon Pei'er proposed to make Thor the third third-order at the same time, three alternative wizards finally appeared.

For other second-order wizards, without the endorsement of the forces behind them, they didn't even have the opportunity to know about this selection.

If anyone else had become a third-order beforehand—not to mention the probability—they would have to either leave the Borderlands or head to the Wall of Sighs, the place where the most third-order wizards had gathered.

But even though the selection was carried out in secret, some people who should not have known about it had long since anticipated the development of events.

Take, for example, Kismet.

After saying goodbye to Lucy, he goes to Clark's old home alone.

The big tree that was once covered with white wind chimes and the tree house on it turned into stone carvings, and it is cracking little by little under the erosion of the northwest wind.

Despite his dealings with Clark, Kismet was not in the slightest bit sad when he arrived at the other party's home.

Because of Clark's sudden death, the second-order wizards and other low-level wizards who had once attached to him are gathering to think about the future.

Dreaming of standing on their own or switching to others, they also went to the Wind Chime Tree House as soon as they got the news, hoping to find some third-order wizards' legacies from here.

However, most people still underestimate the difference between the third and second orders.

When Kismet arrived, he saw a dozen wizard sculptures under the treehouse.

Like the Chime Tree House, they were petrified by an inexplicable force, and little by little they were dried and cracked.

The sight quickly scared the others away, so that by the time Kismet came over after a few days, there was no sign of the other wizards around.

Ignoring the petrified wizards around him, with fearful expressions on his faces, Kismet walked under the tree step by step.

He lifted his head, leaped like a bird, and slipped through the window into the treehouse.

"Bang!"

Landing on both feet, he immediately stomped on the floor, and Kismet had to jump back and levitate in mid-air.

Despite choking on the dust stirred up in the room, Kismet was still in a good mood and greeted the empty chaise longue: "Happy death, Clark." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a vague shadow suddenly appeared on the empty recliner, but if he looked closely, he could find Clark's silhouette from the shadow.

"Gorsa...... He trespassed...... Borderlands ......"

Shadow Clark's voice was very indistinct, as if it came from a distant mountain.

But Kismet could still hear it very clearly.

"I already know about it." He shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly, "I thought there was something wrong with that corpse wizard early in the morning, so I followed him into the tower and watched him set up the false eye of the wind to lure you in." Thinking about it this way, I'm probably an accomplice, right? ”

Clarke, who had originally wanted Kismet to inform Stargate of Gorsa's whereabouts, froze in place.

Kismet didn't seem to think that he had just said something shocking, and stepped forward to touch Clark's shadow with great interest.

But his hand passed through the shadow without surprise, as if there was nothing in front of him.

"Did you leave a part of your conscious soul in your dream about the treehouse?"

"Kismet!!"

The shadow howled hoarsely.

In an instant, a strand of Kismet's hair petrified, shattered, and fell silently to the ground.

But that's about it.

"Although you have absorbed the life force of the entire treehouse, and the life force of those wizards who have attacked your inheritance idea, it is still ...... to use this method against me"

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized that he was unconscious in both feet.

When I looked down, I realized that my feet had been petrified without knowing when.

"Uh...... Well, underestimate you, sure enough, the third order is the third order, and even if you are dead, the residual power is still amazing. ”

"I'm going to ...... too. Eat you! ”

As if absorbing a part of Kismet's life force, Clark's voice gradually became clearer.

The petrification on Kismet's feet was slowly spreading upward.

It's slow, but in reality, it only takes less than a minute for Clark's remnant to turn Kismet into a stone statue.

Now Kismet has another choice, which is to fly away from the treehouse and fly out of Clark's reach while his upper body is still free to move.

However, despite being slapped in the face by Clarke, Kismet still has no intention of leaving.

He just watched with interest as the petrification spread from his feet to his legs and gradually affected his waist and abdomen.

"Let me see, great dreamer, how far Lord Clarke can go?" Kismet's eyes lit up, as if admiring the demise of others.

But as soon as the terrifying petrification reached his chest, it suddenly stopped.

The moisture in the skin, the fluid in the blood vessels and bones began to stir.

Kismet immediately looked pained, but he held back his screams.

And the petrification of his lower body retreated from his body at a faster speed as if he had seen a ghost.

"Are you tempting me?"

Suddenly, Kismet's body burst open with several wounds, and the blood was like a rat that had been imprisoned for a long time, scrambling to burrow out of his wounds, condensing into the air to form a blood cell.

The surface of the blood cells rose slightly, and soon a woman's face appeared.

Seeing that face, Clarke, who was originally vague, immediately dispersed like smoke

Kismet's face immediately turned pale.

But he still showed a twisted smile, "I can swear with my life that I am definitely not tempting you, lovely Ophelia City Lord. ”

As soon as the word "cute" came out, Kismet's whole person lost his ability to float, and suddenly fell to the ground at a very fast speed, as if he had been hit by a huge stone.

"Don't forget your pursuit." Ophelia said coldly, letting Kismet smash through the ground and into the trunk of the tree.

Then, the blood-colored face slowly turned to the recliner where Clark had disappeared, "The power of dreams is good, but the caster himself is also prone to immersion in dreams, maybe that's why you failed in the end." But since you're dead, let's die cleanly, and don't run out halfway to get in the way. ”

The blood-colored orb suddenly exploded like a bomb, splattering blood beads throughout the room, and then spreading over the walls, tables and chairs.

Eventually, the whole room turned bloody.

The remnant of Clark, who had disappeared to no apparent location, reappeared.

"Ophelia, do you have to do this!!"

The roaring voice was mixed with a faint despair.

Ophelia's voice came from all sides of the room.

"Although my power cannot be transmitted, however, dreams always rely on consciousness, and as long as there is no consciousness carrier here, your dreams will disappear forever."

With Ophelia's icy voice, red blood crept up the room.

Clark could no longer maintain the pride of a third-order wizard, and scolded loudly.

However, when the color red stained the treehouse, the trees outside, and the petrified people around it.

Clarke's cursing came to an abrupt halt.

Ophelia's aura dissipated.

There was no other life around, except for Kismet who had been smashed into the soil beneath the roots of the large tree.

He had almost no water on his body, and he was covered in skin and bones, like a skeleton.

Kismet easily got up, and immediately leaned to the roots, bent over and retched.

"Uh...... Dizzy. ”

(End of chapter)