1）

Lan Li had been asleep for a long, long time. Similarly, the powerful magic kept the boy awake and fell asleep on the blood-stained path. It's just that the sun has already embedded blood in the earth.

"After all, my magic is limited, the old man said to Shecher, whose magic has recovered nearly halfway, "Go, follow the path you came from, go back to the place of separation, go to another way, and maybe find her." ”

Shecher knew that "she" was coming at him, so she only said "thank you" and prepared to leave.

The old man knew in his heart that there was still hostility among young people that would be difficult to eliminate.

"Kid, I have something to tell you. ”

Shecher looked at the old man suspiciously, but found that the old man's eyes were full of sadness.

"Never try to master all the magic in your dreams, they will erode your power, turn you into another person, and gradually lead you to despair, unless you ......"

"Unless I'm a four-element magician. ”

An eyeball-sized snowball hovered in front of the old man, followed by a larger snowball wrapping around the small ball. Shecher smiled and said, "Thank you." ”

He turned and walked away, leaving no scruples.

A wolf howl came from the distant mountains, and it was also so desolate, as if it was about to annihilate the whole world.

The snowball suddenly lost its restraint when Shecher walked far away, fell to the ground, and bloomed like a handful of water, and a crystal clear ice crystal bead rolled out.

Like a round pearl, flawless.

The old man sighed lightly, and it was already a voice that Shecher couldn't know.

The old man turned and walked into the town until he disappeared into it, leaving only a patch of snow and a bead of ice crystals that melted in the mild sunlight.

2）

"Half the magic, a head-to-head battle probably doesn't have a very good chance," Scher thought, walking down the road blankly, "maybe a helper is needed." There was no doubt that he had thought of Lanley, and that path should be smooth.

It was noon, and the sun was very harsh, but it wasn't as hot as it was, not so scorching.

Shecher knew that there was no way to know what day it was, and that dream must have been long, maybe a day, or a day or two.

Knowing the intersection, I didn't see a single pedestrian, and I didn't think that there was a village over there. And walking on the other road, I found that the two sides were completely different.

There are neatly planted street trees on both sides of this road, which are decent, and there is no mistake along the way, which can be called perfect, but this perfection is extremely terrifying, just like a person without any feelings and shortcomings, in such a person, you can feel his charm, but you have to wonder if this is a real person.

There are geese chirping in the distance, and even through the street trees, you can see all kinds of villages and people coming and going in the distance. When you get back on the road, you will find that the surroundings are empty, without any noise and tranquility.

"It's a good idea to have such a strong magical barrier. Shecher muttered to herself, but the pace quickened, but the road became longer and longer, and there was no end to it.

It wasn't until the sun was about to set that he found the two men lying on the ground.

Scher didn't care about anything, and began to use magic to heal both of them at the same time. At this juncture, there is no friend or foe.

The sorcerer with her long flowing silver hair appeared in front of Shecher, her beautiful figure invading her soul, and bursts of cold air spread around her.

Shecher felt the powerful magic in her, and it matched the sparkling eyes.

But Scher wasn't ready to speak first, just silently demonstrated with light magic.

"Shecher!" The delicate voice reached Shecher's ears, and he was no longer surprised by the people who knew his name.

Shecher remained unmoved.

Her smile suddenly bloomed, and it was also very charming. It's that kind of beauty that the whole world is willing to fall for it, and it seems that it is not too much for anyone to give their life for it.

Shecher's head began to ache faintly, and the messy memories slowly came back.

"Don't you remember me?"

Shecher couldn't figure out the woman's thoughts, but her mind was unconsciously filled with infinite waves, automatically searching for relevant memories. He even felt a severe headache, and the light magic was ineffective.

"I was your best friend from six years ago. The girl's smile became brighter.

The memory suddenly became wider, and Shecher said stiffly, "Joan?!"

The silver-haired girl nodded desperately with joy, as if in front of the other party, she would let go of all her princess-like dignity. Although the two were young back then, their relationship was quite deep.

"You... No... Is it dead?" said Shecher's incomprehension turned into a staccato sound.

"No, after the sixth mission, my father had secretly sent me out of the association, and relied on some insiders to pretend that I had died unexpectedly. ”

"King Nanling Shabang Soz York?"

"Well, you know, Nan Lingsha has already been changed to an empire, and my father is actually just a nobleman of the empire. ”

"I'm sorry, but no one in the Five Kingdoms has recognized the legitimacy of the Southern Lingsha Empire. ”

Joan seemed dissatisfied, and Shecher spoke to her with great pride. They each knew in their hearts that the other was an enemy after all, and in any case, the two cold breaths were flowing wantonly without the goodwill that appeared on the surface.

"Tell me, what are your intentions in coming here?" said Shecher with her magic, as for the two fainting men. Even the scene of the two people being injured by Joan came to his mind, and a trace of hatred that had been hidden suddenly arose.

"Looks like the relationship between the two of us has been worn out in your mind!" said Joan, who seemed to be rather disappointed, "and you've really changed a lot in six years." ”

......

"Why are you so indifferent to me?"

"We are enemies. ”

"Enemy?" said Joan, who seemed to cry, "don't you really care about the relationship we had six years ago?"

In fact, there is no long-term relationship at all. Twelve or thirteen-year-old children, who have been together for nearly a year, are only full of hope and innocence.

Joan's tone changed suddenly. Instead, he took on a bit of arrogance, like Shecher.

"Maybe we can be friends again. Please join the Demon of the Night!"

Shecher's heart trembled for a moment, it turned out to be the demon general of the night again, he thought. But there was no emotion on his face, and he said, "Impossible." The tone was still cold.

"You're fighting against the Sozyyok family! You will even face the entire future Southern Lingsha Empire alone!"

3）

The atmosphere was almost frozen, and a contradiction had been pushed to the forefront.

He finally learned that the so-called "Demon of the Night" was actually the ancient family of Sozyyok. But he himself is a member of the Salamanda family, and even if he does not have a name in the family tree, even if he no longer "exists", he is still one of them!

"It won't be lonely. ”

Then, he gathered his magic and prepared for another tense battle. I know I won't win, but I still have to give it my all.

"It's a pity I could have ruined this stone. Joan took out the Death Gem and used it to threaten Shecher.

Scherchel was silent, but she was already beginning to accumulate the magic power in her body.

"Do you want me to destroy it?"

Shecher didn't pay any attention to her threats: "After all, I'm from the Salamanda family, wouldn't it be a joke to join you?"

"Oh, the one from House Salamanda, you died six years ago. ”

Dead, indeed dead. But he's alive now, isn't he? The battle in front of him is inevitable.

"Dark Ice: Necromantic Sword. ”

"Snow God Martyrdom. ”

It was almost the same scene as in the dream, except that the opponent was no longer cold-eyed, and she was holding a black sword with an unusual cold light.

In the confrontation between the two. The Martyrdom was cut off again. This time, however, the two parts of the blade turned into snow and fell to the ground, leaving no magic to spare, preventing Scher from striking back as he wanted.

"Martyrdom!" the new snow sword was summoned by Shecher.

And the result was the same, the sword was broken and not connected. To make matters worse, this time Scher received a strong stinging sensation in her right arm, blood gushed out, and a blade of bright red blood was left on Joan's sword. The hilt of Scher's sword also fell limply to the ground.

Joan showed no mercy and stabbed her sword at Shecher. Shecher covered the wound with her left arm and retreated consciously, and her left arm was quickly struck with a heavy sword, and the blood of the ambassador of strength spurted out in an instant.

"Holy Light Healing Technique!"

Joan laughed and frantically slashed at the generated ball of light with her sword, a shrew who had long since lost her charm and cuteness. And that ball of light seemed to be like a martyrdom, unable to withstand such a sharp slash.

The bleeding gradually stopped, and Shecher still had to support the aperture, both as a countermeasure and as a rehabilitation.

There was nothing he could do, his magic wouldn't hold him up for another five rounds, not to mention that his opponent's magic was flawless now.

"Night: Demon's Chains. ”

"Holy Light: Nightless!"

As a magician of light, who doesn't need to spend time changing magic, Shecher's defeat is decided.

"Damn!" Scher took three steps back and glared at the other man, "Weeping God-Style, Astoria Evil God's Punishment!" "At this critical moment, he had to fight desperately, losing or losing, success was a lose-lose, the simplest choice that magicians often encountered.

"Holy Light: Reverse Force!"

The black power of darkness pounced on Joan, every bit of magic was a build-up of lethality, and she used a head-to-head match, which would undoubtedly reverse the outcome.

The force passed through the space like a filament, powerful enough to penetrate the human body.

And unbelievably, Joan is very strange to move freely in space, unaffected by anything. Like a bodyless soul.

The attack was over, and the last of Scher's magic was like performing an acrobatic performance, without the slightest meaning. He ran out of magic and fell to his knees, no longer having the strength to stand up, only to leave one last sentence: "Magic I have never been exposed to." ”

This time he really lost, even if he had all his strength to deal with it, there was no suspense, the gap in strength.

Joan walked up to him with a light step, chuckled, and said, "Six years have passed, and it's still so weak. ”

The Death Gem was thrown down with disdain. Fell next to Shecher. Joan shook her hair and left the place with princess pride, not intent on giving it its full submission, knowing that perhaps they would never fight again for a common goal.

Or, the future hero, after all, will go through his own path of growth, and there is no point in forcibly changing.

However, the future will prove her wrong, and they will eventually join forces again to deal with a common enemy.