1）

Another consciousness is waking up, this is a dream, white without any decoration.

"One day, the world will be our generation, the world will be determined by our generation, and the whole future will be woven by us. Shecher shouted, not trying to get out of the white dream. He knew that the old man would hear what he said, and he knew that this was just the beginning.

"Maybe!" It was Lanley who appeared in front of Shecher, and her voice belonged to her completely, but Shecher knew that it was not true.

Lan Li smiled at Shecher, so sweet that it was bothersome.

"Don't you attack me?" asked Shecher.

Lan Li quietly shook her head with her hands behind her back, still smiling at Shecher.

Thousands of snowballs were once again generated out of thin air, flying towards the delicate Lanley, and the others might have been fascinated by it.

Space continues to distort.

Then, Schetchell's brain began to fall into disorder, and even the most basic consciousness began to be lost, and the transformation of space always consumes people's magic power, but after all, it is a dream, how can there be such a concrete feeling?!

His eyes were covered, and he had no reason to avoid it, and although he was sure that the person standing behind him was not real, he was used to the cold—the cold of the strong bullying. Even the eyes, which are so painful from the cold, will not break free. But this power is so familiar that it is exactly the same as the feeling of this world.

"Why don't you resist?" said coldly, chuckling behind his back.

The two of them were dressed in the same clothes, and even their figures seemed to be carved out of a mold, but they were very different in hair and eyes.

"Because Master said that you will never be defeated by a second person, you and me," Shecher smiled innocently, but never looked back and did not do anything, "but I am thinking about how to defeat you now." Shecher's tone changed a lot in an instant, a little cold and cunning, outrageous.

Cold Eyes removed her hands and took a step back, and Shecher, realizing that the magic was a little far away, took a step forward and turned around.

"I didn't expect even the character to be restored so vividly. ”

"It's your memory, but it seems to be a little abnormal," said the cold eye in the dream, "However, I can feel that the magic in this body is not simple!

"I remember," Shecher called coldly, pointing to the ice sword, "Snow God Martyrdom!"

The two began to fight, but they rushed at each other with their swords.

When the sword encountered, the snow was difficult to defeat the ice, and it broke.

"Hmph, why use a weak sword to test a strong sword!" said coldly. He was about to strike a blow in the opposite direction, but his back was pierced by the martyrdom.

"I said, I've seen this sword, you lost!" Shecher said to the cold eyes that had been knocked to the ground, "Martyrdom, easy to break, break and self-connect, this is my original strategy, you are not him after all!"

Shecher didn't know that his mission was far from that......

2）

"Damn, why are you running so fast?" asked Lan Li panting, the little boy who couldn't catch up.

The boy was roughly thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in a bright fiery red coat and dark gray trousers. His hair was dark red, but it was even rarer, and he must have been a little magician. Here was pursued by Lan Li, and ran away like a play, and it didn't seem to have the slightest force, and the atmosphere was not breathing, but Lan Li couldn't catch up no matter what.

The boy turned and grimaced at Lan Li, holding a black stone in his hand, throwing it into the sky and catching it again. Laughing mischievously, he said, "A game of hunter and prey!"

"Give me the rocks and end the game, okay?" Lan Li said to the boy in an adult tone. The process of her chasing was simply not what she thought, just because such a kid turned out to be a magician assessor, and he was a fifth-order. I'm afraid that there has never been a record of such a young fifth-order mage in history.

"Beat me. "The boy seems to be very innocent, but there is a special strength hidden in the innocence.

"Flood of the third level!"

As soon as the water column was issued, Lan Li found that the boy was no longer in place, and could only sigh at the rather amazing sensitivity. But the water column quickly folded towards the boy's current position, and was easily dodged again.

"How could this kind of magic make you a fifth-order magician, sister!" the boy stopped moving and slammed his hand into the water jet, and the magic was washed away.

"What?!" Lan Li looked at the scene in front of her in surprise, the other party was able to use the two undercurrent magic of "speed" and "force" at the same time, isn't this something that only a three-element magician can do?! Lan Li didn't have time to take care of so much, so she had to use her real ability to deal with this child.

"Evil Water Boiling Water Lotus," Lan Li quickly used her magic, and quickly comboed her moves to make it impossible to dodge, "Evil Water Lotus Array!"

The boy was besieged by several lotus flowers, and seeing that it was impossible to escape, he smiled bitterly and said, "Sister, do you really think that such magic can defeat me?" was another innocent and murderous rhetorical question, but he always spoke with such ease. Similarly, within the time that Lan Li's line of sight was not captured, the boy was gone, and the lotus array was automatically lifted because there was no "trapped beast".

Lanley was nervous, thinking of a way to deal with the boy, but she couldn't explain the unknown magic. This was followed by a heavy blow to the back and was knocked out of the way for a considerable distance.

"Unbelievable. Lanley struggled to get up, but without any goal, frustrated, she seemed frustrated.

"Can't believe it, I've just used a kind of magic!" the boy's voice came into Lan Li's ears, and at the same time the figure of the boy appeared, and he smiled, "It's just a derivative power of the hidden magic of assassination." ”

The explanation is clear enough, but it is better than Lanley anyway. It is equally impossible to win with the power of "hidden" that cannot be derived.

"Evil Water: Memory Strike!" Lan Li summoned the water shadow, the water shadow created when Shecher used "Dark", and ran with the same pace, thinking about the boy. The boy had never seen such magic before, and stood still trying to confront it head-on.

Lan Li watched as the boy muttered a word, but didn't hear it.

It seems to be "fire".

When Shecher's water shadow was about to hit the boy, the boy stretched out his palm, and the water shadow disappeared.

To be precise, it evaporated! Lan Li clearly saw a ball of fire devouring it in an instant, just for that moment.

"I just wanted to try, but I didn't expect it to work!" the boy laughed conceitedly.

It seemed to be a kind of alternative discrimination, which instantly broke through Lan Li's strong heart, and she had to admit that it was an incomprehensible joke for her to deal with such a magician whose abilities were unknown and simply untouchable.

But she knew that she wouldn't lose so easily. How can Fiore's magician admit defeat?

3）

Fiore's magician, how can he admit defeat?!

Every magician of Fiore is baptized before becoming a true magician, and the first thing they are told is this sentence. Perhaps because of this, Fiore has always been recognized as the number one kingdom in the world, and its strength is naturally incomparable to other kingdoms.

Shecher entered another dream, like a labyrinth, but it was also a place that he remembered to be, but the memory was always so vague that he couldn't even remember that this was his home—the Salamanda compound from a few years ago. He could only sigh that there was such a luxurious compound, but why was there no one.

Because dreams are set by people.

Shecher felt an unusually suppressed sensation in his weakened body, and he could sense a familiar force imposing on him, growing heavier and heavier.

Even in his dreams, the ancient buildings in this compound were still quite realistic, which showed the clarity of his memory. But he couldn't remember that it was his home.

Shecher slowly leaned against the wall, as if she was losing even the strength to walk. He only knew that in the dream transformed by his own magic power, once he fell asleep, the magic power of his whole body would disappear, and he might never wake up again. At worst, even if he survives, I'm afraid he will become an ordinary person, so he must find an opponent.

"Why don't you come out?" he asked innocently, with a weakness in his voice, "Are you afraid of me?"

There was a total silence around him, as if the sound had been silenced, and only his own echoes echoed through the buildings.

Shecher suddenly fell to his side and struggled to sit up, his strength almost exhausted.

"It's a dream. It was as if he had suddenly found himself in a dream, and he was as excited as if he had found a treasure. Then he recited a set of spells he had tried before, an old saying. But nothing happened, but Sherchel smiled and said, "I know, tell you, Fiore's magician, will not admit defeat!"

Maybe you really know something, or maybe it's another plan.

A sturdy figure appeared not far away, a burning shadow, devouring the air.

Shecher almost stuttered, "Father!" He hadn't forgotten that it was just a dream, but that the dark tide in his heart was constantly surging, and in a sense it was a longing that he had to take seriously.

In his dream, Esserk Salamanda walked towards Shecher with a blank face, and he walked towards Shecher with the majesty of his fiery red embroidered robes, and he was also surrounded by the fiery phoenix, the symbol of the orthodoxy of the Fire Clan.

Before he could react, a ball of fire had already wrapped around Shecher's body, ferociously eroding Shecher, who looked at his father in his memory incredulously, an extremely familiar face, but seemed to be missing something, which made Shecher's sealed memories open, and the place became clearer.

The fire ignited little by little, but Shecher did not resist even the slightest. When he was a child, he didn't know how to resist his father, and now, he didn't want to end it, so he could only let the fire suck it, or suck the fire......