In the east, figures flew in on brooms and wands. These are the only magicians left after the catastrophe has subsided, but there are only a few hundred.

"No return!"

They were led by Melutia, with Hetty and Milo at their side.

"No, you're okay, great!"

Melutia smiled, then glanced around and asked, "What about the mentor?"

But Wang Bugui didn't answer her immediately, but subconsciously turned sideways, as if he was deliberately dodging.

"What's wrong?" said Melutia.

Wang Bugui's heart went through a lot of struggle before he had no choice but to turn around. His slightly moist eyes were full of sorrow, and he said, "Mentor she..."

Seeing that he wanted to speak and stopped, a bad premonition rose in Melutia's heart, and she hurriedly said, "What's wrong with her?!"

"She has passed away, and we don't know where she disappeared in the end, leaving only a photograph and a letter. The king bowed his head and said.

With that, he pulled out a photo that he had just gotten a short time ago. It clearly records the last moment of Clara's life, wearing a white and gorgeous wedding dress.

Painted with the most beautiful makeup, she is like a delicate princess, gently held in her arms by the Blood Demon King in a suit in the way of a princess.

Clara's smile was really beautiful, and the man she loved was born evil and arrogant, but he also showed a very doting smile when he saw that smile.

Around the two of them, there were strange flowers flying in the sky, all of which were the most beautiful flowers in the ancient times in the memory of the Blood Demon King. He used the last of his spiritual power to let Clara see her, just to give her the most beautiful wedding.

"No, no... It won't!!"

Melutia clutched her chest and fell to her knees, her trembling hands doing her best to keep the picture from falling, tears dripping down the beautiful picture.

The more beautiful the picture, the only poignant it seemed to her. She could imagine what the next scene would look like, where the two would embrace and kiss.

But the moment they kissed, they turned into light and rain at the same time and slowly dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Mentor!!" Hetty also fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

"No !!"

Milo looked like a madman, looking up to the sky and screaming. At this moment, he only felt that his heart was pierced by countless daggers, and even a breath was in severe pain.

"This is a letter left by the mentor. ”

The king walked up to Melutia and handed the letter over. She took the envelope in despair, only to see a handwritten spell.

The words slowly floated in the air after the envelope was opened, and everyone saw the words.

"Melutia, when you read this letter, I was no longer in this world. Please don't be too sad, this is my fate, from the day I became the Red Dragon Envoy, I have been enlightened. ”

"I hereby appoint you as the next Sage, and ask you to lead the Black Tower against all the evil in the world. Hetty, Milo, if you can, I hope you can help her. ”

"I'm sorry that my mentor didn't protect you in this battle. I hope you will forgive the Guru, I can't watch you live happily ever after. ”

"My good boys, I don't know how many are left. But I swear that I will not forget your names until I die. In your closet, I secretly left a wedding dress. ”

"I hope you can find a partner who can sacrifice your life in the future, wear that wedding dress, and be the most beautiful and happiest bride. ”

"In addition, Milo has a new costume, which I also made with my own hands. The qualifications of the Magus you should obtain. ”

"I believe that the fate of magicians and witches will not always be miserable. The world may be unfair to us, but it also gives us good memories. ”

"One day, the world will know that witches can make the world a better place. The Black Tower is a beacon that guides the lost, and a tower of hope that shines on the world. ”

"The flames of the Red Dragon have been extinguished, but the era of the Black Tower will not end. There is still a spark of hope that will be passed on by you. ”

"Children, I will pray for you silently in another world, may you have peace in your life. ”

"——- love your mentor, Clara Franmel. ”

After a few minutes, the text disappeared. Back in the envelope, the glow of magic dimmed and turned into an ordinary letter.

"Mentor !!"

"Mentor, you're back!!"

"Woo..."

All the magicians wept and wept, and the tears could not be stopped. Clara is their most beloved mentor, and she has raised all the people here.

The status is equal, and even overshadows his biological mother. Because most of the magicians in the Black Tower are people who have been abandoned by society, or have been abandoned by their parents since birth.

Their childhoods and even their lives should have been dark and miserable. But just when they were weak and helpless, Clara burst into their young and innocent hearts.

Lead them out of the dark and unforgiving world and into another world full of light and hope. even gave them a beautiful childhood, as well as a warm life that they never dared to hope for.

No matter what kind of requirements can be met as much as possible, you can talk to her if you have any concerns, maybe she will silently solve all your troubles for you the next day.

With such a kind and gentle "mother" leaving so suddenly, all the magicians' hearts seemed to be shattered at this moment, and they were fleeing this tragic reality.

"Melutia—" The king frowned, but he didn't know how to persuade him, after all, he had only recently come out of the shadows.

"I know, I know... Please give us a moment to say our final goodbyes to our mentor. Melutia sobbed.

With that, she clasped her hands together, converging a stream of magical light.

"Buzz!"

Immediately afterward, the magicians behind him followed suit, and countless lights lit up one after another. At their feet, a small magic circle was formed.

This is the prayer magic of the Black Tower, which is usually used to communicate with elemental spirits or to pay homage to the dead sages.

They had to see off Clara, the mentor who had long played the role of mother, the person they respected the most, and deserved to be solemnly seen off by all.

If the king does not return, he will no longer care about it, and these matters can only be left to them to solve.

"Don't return to Xiaoyou, Liang, I'm going to say goodbye. ”

At this moment, Zhuge Liang also walked up, and Zhao Yun followed closely by his side.

"Seniors, you?" Wang Bugui subconsciously took two steps back, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

"Hehe..."

Zhuge Liang smiled indifferently, shook the feather fan lightly, and said: "It seems that Xiaoyou can also guess in his heart, and it doesn't hurt to say it directly." The Blood Demon King's predecessors have left, and we are about to follow in our footsteps. ”

"How so?!"

The hearts of all the members of the Blood Moon Hunter Regiment were cold, they really didn't want to experience this separation again.

Zhuge Liang shook his head and said, "Little friends, don't be excited. We are already an obsession, and sooner or later it will dissipate. It is no regret to be able to fight for China before he dies. ”

"We met once and we were fated. Liang Yisheng, no regrets to meet all the young talents, Huaxia handed over to you, and you can leave with confidence. ”

"Senior!" Zhao Changge gritted his teeth.

"Changge, don't be like this!"

At this time, Zhao Yun also spoke, stepped forward, and said: "The man doesn't flick when he has tears, I was prepared before the war, and I was determined to fight to the death." ”

"I have been able to live beyond my expectations so far, and I can also see a wonderful catastrophe, and this country is still there, and I have no regrets in this life. ”

"You have inherited my marksmanship, you should practice well, and the future of Huaxia depends on you to protect it. Remember, use the silver gun in your hand to protect this great river and mountain. ”

"Don't let aliens invade our homeland, an inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood!"

With that, light began to appear on the two of them, and at the same time, their bodies gradually faded.

"Senpai!!"

The crowd burst into tears and shouted, but they couldn't stop them from gradually turning into brilliance and disappearing.

"Wude, carry forward the Eight Formations and inherit them, and make some contributions to Huaxia as much as possible. Liang has a bag that you can open after a month. ”

Zhuge Liang said slowly, and then with a wave of the feather fan, he summoned a bag and handed it to Yu Wude, and said: "Remember, it must be after a month, and it cannot be opened without a crisis." ”

"Liang is no longer able to contribute to the people of the world, so he can only entrust it to all of you and help the world, and forgive me for handing it over to you. Liang, thank you very much!"

At the same time, Zhao Yun saluted with a gun and said, "Thanks to the care of all your little friends, Zilong is grateful, and I wish you a smooth path!"

Finally, the two bowed together and said, "Fellow Daoists, goodbye!"

After saying that, Zhuge Liang and Zhao Yun's bodies quickly turned into light rain, and they completely disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The light and rain of the two of them rose with the wind and slowly flew in the direction of the land of Sichuan and Shu. Along the way, it continued to fall to the ground, buried forever in China, moistening this devastated earth.