The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Naanman stood in front of Gerlin, holding the vial of medicine tightly in her hand, her heart full of struggle and unwillingness. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the dense forest, sprinkled on her golden hair, reflecting a soft halo. However, her mood was like this weak sunlight, mixed with clouds and anxiety.

"Why didn't you let me follow you?" She finally mustered up the courage to break the silence. There was a hint of reluctance in her voice, as if she was questioning Gerling's decision.

Gerlin sighed slightly, looked towards the gradually darkening sky in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "Naanman, this is not a battle you should participate in. This place is full of dangers, and I cannot guarantee your safety."

"I'm not afraid of danger!" Naanman retorted, the fire in her heart seemed to be ignited instantly, "I'm ready! Are you looking down on me?"

"It's not that I look down on you." Gerlin turned around, a look of concern on his face, "But your talent and ability are far inferior to mine. I can't just watch you being hunted down and be powerless to do anything."

"But I want to prove myself!" Naanman gritted her teeth, and the resentment in her heart surged out for a moment, "I will make you regret it, Gerlin!"

"Prove yourself? With what? This bottle of potion?" Gerlin smiled coldly, without a trace of warmth in his tone. "This is a tool to protect yourself, not a weapon to fight. What you need is experience, not impulse."

After that, Gerlin turned and walked deep into the forest, leaving Naanman there. Anger and loss intertwined in her heart, making it almost impossible for her to calm down. The shadows of the trees around her swayed, as if mocking her incompetence.

"Gerlin!" She quickly caught up with him, her voice filled with anxiety and unwillingness, "What if I use these potions to defeat the enemy? Otherwise, you will never understand my abilities!"

"Defeat the enemy?" Gerlin stopped and turned around, with a helpless smile on his face. "Naanman, fighting is not just about bursting strength, what's important is strategy, experience and judgment. Even if you defeat the enemy, do you think he will be the last one?"

"I don't care!" She said with all her might, but she felt that something was wrong with her words. The voice of reason and the cry of emotion collided in her mind. "I just want to be with you and fight with you."

Gerlin's eyes softened a little, as if he understood Naanman's thoughts, but he was soon interrupted by her irrationality. He walked forward quickly, his tone firm: "I will go this way, but I can't take you with me. Please stay here and protect yourself."

"Do you trust those bottles of potion so much? Can it really save my life?" Naanman glared at him angrily, unable to control the frustration in her heart.

"Yes, at least for a short time." Gerling said, "Although it is not perfect, it can buy you a chance to escape at a critical moment. Don't let the impulse in front of you blind your vision."

Silence swept over her, and Naanman felt as if a thorn was stabbed in her heart. She stared at Gerlin, her eyes mixed with anger and disappointment, "Are you so sure that I will fail?"

"I just don't want you to take risks." Gerlin's tone was still firm, but his face showed a bit of fatigue. "This battle is too dangerous. Anyone could lose their life, even me."

"If one day you lose your life, how will I cope with it?" Her voice trembled slightly, and the anxiety in her heart became stronger. This was an emotion that Naanman had never expressed to Gerlin, but at this moment, she found that she was no longer afraid.

Gerlin was stunned, his eyes softened quickly, but then he shook his head: "I won't let this happen easily."

"But you can't predict the future." Naanman gradually lost her mind, her voice trembling and determined. "If you really wanted me to be safe, you shouldn't have left me here alone to die without anyone to take care of me!"

Just as he finished speaking, there was a rustling sound in the bushes ahead. Gerlin's body tensed up instantly. He turned around alertly, his expression becoming serious, as if he had sensed the potential threat.

"Quiet!" he whispered, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring in the direction where the sound came from.

Naanman automatically held her breath, and the anger in her heart was instantly suppressed, turning into tension and anxiety. The two of them leaned close to each other, making the silent atmosphere even more oppressive.

At that moment, a pitch-black beast suddenly jumped out from the bushes, with sharp claws and fangs and fierce eyes. It seemed to notice the two people present and rushed towards them with a low roar.

"What should I do?" Naanman asked anxiously, her heart beating like thunder.

"Use the potion!" Gellin said without hesitation, "It can give you enhanced strength for a short period of time! But you have to concentrate, understand?"

Naanman hesitated for a moment. She was terrified by the approach of the beast. But she thought of Gerlin's words, took a deep breath, and nodded: "Okay, I'll try."

The beast roared and pounced. Gerlin shouted and rushed to meet it. Naanman felt the warmth of the potion in her palm and made up her mind. She opened the bottle cap and drank the potion. She instantly felt a hot power surge into her body, as if every nerve was burning.

"Stay focused and keep up with me!" Gerlin's shout came again. Facing the beast's attack, he controlled his body to dodge flexibly and quickly repelled the beast's attack.

Naanman's heart surged, and she realized that her strength was increasing, and she actually followed Gerlin's steps. Although she was still afraid, her courage was also ignited at this moment.

She picked up a hard branch, tried to stay calm, and followed Gerlin's steps to get closer to the beast. Just when she was about to get excited, the beast suddenly turned around, found its target, and quickly pounced on her.

"Naanman, be careful!" Gerlin's voice was sharp and rapid, and he waved the weapon in his hand violently, trying to attract the attention of the beast.

At that moment, Naanman's heart was finally ignited with a faith she had never had before. She waved the branch in her hand, rushed towards the beast without hesitation, and struck it with all her might. The power intertwined between the branch and the beast's claws, making a crisp collision sound.

"Very good!" Gerlin shouted from the side, with a gleam of approval in his eyes, and then continued to fight with the beast.

A glimmer of light ignited in Naanman's heart. She tried to adjust her breathing and cooperated with Gerlin more and more tacitly. Suddenly, the beast's attack was successfully knocked away by Gerlin, revealing a flaw. When this opportunity came, Naanman attacked without hesitation and hit the beast's flank fiercely.