I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

"It's totally incompatible with the peaceful era."

Frilian only looked at Leernen and could feel the magic fluctuations coming from Leernen.

Very different from ordinary magicians.

It's not a magician that can be cultivated in the peaceful era.

Unlike Leernen's calm expression, it contains a strong aggressiveness.

"Yes."

Leernen sighed slightly, "I only know how to fight, and I am a magician who lags behind the times."

"Lady Celia often says so."

Leernen's tone was flat with a bit of sadness.

"She said that if I was born in the era of fighting against the magic army."

"I will definitely be famous with famous heroes."

Leernen's eyes were fixed on Frilian, as if he was talking to Frilian.

[Really born at the wrong time. ]

[The master seems to be a little disappointed with this apprentice. ]

[He shouldn't come to Frilian to reminisce about the past, right? 】

Frilian sat on the stone bench and listened quietly. Hugh Tark stood in front of Frilian and looked at the old magician.

"Is that so."

Frilian narrowed her eyes and asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Leernen looked at Frilian and said, "Among the disciples of Master Celia, there is only one who has made a name for himself in history."

"So far, there is only one person who has become a legendary great magician, Flame."

"If I die of old age."

"There will be one less proof that she lived."

Frilian listened quietly.

[Are you treating me like a dead person? ]

[An elf who has lived for thousands of years will remember Flame as his teacher. ]

[Proof of living, death is not scary, forgetting is scary. ]

[Don't worry, she lives a long time. 】

Leernen's eyes were solemn, "I don't want her to be alone in the future."

He looked at Fulilian, his eyes became fierce, "Even if she is accompanied by the infamy of killing the legendary magician Fulilian."

[Ah? Wait, I didn't understand. ]

[Why did he kill Fulilian? And let this reputation accompany Celia, huh? ]

After that.

Leernen stretched out his hand, and a white light came out of his hand.

The moment he took out the staff, even the surrounding street lights dimmed.

The magic power on Leernen's staff is different from that of ordinary magicians.

It exudes terrifying and deep magic fluctuations.

It presents almost black magic.

Leernen stared straight at Fulilian.

The magic power attacked Fulilian.

Fulilian was still sitting, and in just a moment, she set up a defensive magic in front of her.

'Ding! ' The defensive magic shattered.

She rolled over to avoid it.

I saw Fulilian use flying magic and soar into the air.

Leiren's hands kept moving, and the magic carried a breath of destruction, like black fog, corroding and destroying everything around.

The defensive magic in front of Fulilian kept breaking, and when it came into contact with Leiren's magic, it would turn into fragments in an instant.

The magic was superb, just like accurately hitting the magic weakness.

[Ah, no, it's just a watery fight? ]

[I haven't figured it out yet. ]

[I'm still thinking about why I want to kill Fulilian. ]

The next second.

The magic from Leiren shattered Fulilian's defense and went straight to Fulilian's back and top.

Fulilian's defensive magic shattered.

The clothes on the right shoulder were torn, leaving a deep black magic erosion scar.

Fulilian looked at the opposite side calmly.

Leernen held the staff and said, "Would you please fight me, Ms. Fulilian?"

[This wound looks deeper than the one on Jingfu. ]

[This old man is not ordinary. ]

[Old Deng is a bit too arrogant. ]

[When the master said he would fight Fulilian, he was shaken. ]

[Summary: Is he crazy about becoming famous? ]

Xiutalk fell to the ground and looked at the old magician who suddenly wanted to fight Fulilian.

He quickly got up.

"I won't fight you, it's a waste of time." Fulilian said coldly.

The street lights on the side also lit up.

Fulilian stood on the edge of the river guardrail and looked at Leernen on the street calmly.

Xiutalk also ran to Leernen, clenched his fists and glared at Leernen.

[At this distance, Tomato should be able to knock him down face to face, right? 】

[Xiu Bao's reaction was a little slow, maybe he didn't sense the real murderous intent? 】

Fulilian touched her shoulder. Under her clothes, the scar on her shoulder blade had already oozed a lot of blood.

"Really." Fulilian lowered her eyelids.

Helplessly looked at the magician holding the staff in front of her.

"Why are magicians who only know how to fight so awkward?" Fulilian couldn't help sighing.

Fulilian said to Leirnen:

"You don't have toLet your name be passed down to future generations."

Leernen was unmoved.

Frilian lowered her eyes, "Celia remembers everything."

She jumped off the fence gently.

The scene changed.

Reflection in the pool.

Frilian's figure can be seen on the water surface.

At that time, Frilian was in the flower room hall of the third round of the Magic Association test, and she turned her head to look at Celia next to her.

"Can I ask one last question?"

Celia didn't say anything, just quietly looking at the flowers in front of her.

Frilian looked at the white and yellow flowers in the flower field: "This flower field was created by magic."

[I remember that when Flamme died, Frilian also used flower field magic in front of the teacher's grave to plant a lot of such flower fields with white petals and yellow stamens.]

Celia looked at Frilian with emotionless eyes, "So what."

Frilian looked at the flowers and said, "This is the magic that the teacher likes. ”

She asked Celia seriously: "Didn't you say this was boring magic?"

Celia glanced at Fulilian coldly, then turned back to look at the flower field in front of her.

"To be honest, Flame is a failure."

[Master: I just hate flower field magic so much.]

[It is probably because of this that the master was irritated, so he didn't let Flame join the association.]

[Elves have surprisingly good memories.]

[No wonder you were not allowed to enter the house, hahahaha.]

"She has such a high talent." Celia thought of Flame, her tone was calm but she said something that was disappointing.

"But she couldn't reach my level."

The camera zoomed out, and Celia squatted down.

There was a lot of sunlight shining down from the transparent roof above.

"After her, I took in a lot of apprentices."

"Almost all of them died when their magic attainments were not as good as mine." "

Seliya looked at the flower field in front of her and said slowly.

"But the incredible thing is..."

As Seliya recalled.

A vague memory appeared in the picture.

A girl with a blurred face smiled and used a staff, happily using magic to control the water flow.

"Obviously, I just accepted them as my apprentices on a whim."

"Everyone's personality and favorite magic are still vivid in my mind."