The Magician of Rebirth

It was originally a quiet afternoon, but it was broken by the sharp sound of metal intersecting and harsh wind.On the martial arts arena, countless wind blades and fierce sword lights are intertwined to form a dense net, which is full of deterrence.

Flender blessed himself with another layer of wind wall, and cast the Gale Wind Curse instantly, using the recoil force to make his body floating in the air retreat quickly, avoiding the ensuing attacks of the long sword.At the same time, several enhanced spiral wind blades shot out from the palm and hit the surface of the long sword heavily, shaking Shalamon slightly, slowing down the attack.

Flender took the opportunity to retreat quickly, out of the attack range of the long sword, and panted heavily to calm his violent heartbeat, while fully opening his senses, his eyes were tightly locked on Charamon, watching his every move.

Compared with him, Sharamon's physical strength is obviously much better.Right now, although his breathing was a little short, his moderately tense muscles and steady long sword all showed that he was in the best condition.

Never let him get close!Flender took a deep breath, and when Charamon rushed over, he folded his palms together, sending out countless small wind blades and tornadoes to block his charge, while continuing to retreat to avoid the frontal impact of the long sword.

'Little Fran, don't dodge all the time, attack! 'The Elf King clasped his palms together, and suddenly increased the output of magic power.Flender's body stopped in mid-air because of this, Sharamon seized the opportunity, and the attack of the long sword should be stabbed into a sweep, and slashed towards Flender's neck.

Flender quickly turned his head back, and the strong wind from the long sword blew his cheeks. At this moment, he saw Charamon's eyes again.The green eyes are persevering and persistent, with an absolute calmness that will not change no matter what the circumstances.Just like many years ago, the young man who broke through the unfavorable situation that can be called desperate situation left a deep impression on Fenglang.

"Your Majesty, Charamon's strength is too strong. My advantage lies in speed. A frontal attack is not good for us." Flender concentrated his energy, and the element of the wind moved without catching any traces, restraining Sharamon's hands and feet, causing a slight pause in the smooth trajectory of the long sword, and he took the opportunity to retreat again, widening the distance. '

'Ah, little Fran, only by focusing on one's weakness can one improve one's magical power quickly. The beautiful young man smiled and lifted his feet off the ground, floating in Flender's mind, "Don't back down anymore, let's apply the results of our training for so long to actual combat!" '

'Ah, well. Flender controlled the rhythm of his breathing. Cooperating with the magic power of the Elf King, the vibrating rhythm of the surrounding elements gradually coincided with the heartbeat. A large number of elements gathered around him, rolling up the dust on the ground, which belonged to the mage. When the coercion was released, Sharamon's pupils narrowed slightly, his expression became more cautious, he turned over the long sword, and blocked it in front of his chest.

"General, I'm going to attack, please pay attention to defense." Flender raised his left hand and threw three powerful tornadoes at Charamon in succession. The speed increased in turn, and finally gathered into a huge force, and shot at Charamon. swooped down.

Sharamon's eyes froze, he withdrew his long sword, and at the same time avoided it, not daring to split the tornado with his long sword like he did at the beginning.

At this time, the airflow behind him suddenly changed, and Sharamon turned around quickly and swung his sword to block. Most of it was blocked by the long sword, but one still grazed Charamon's cheek and cut off a strand of long hair around his ear.

Flender continued to work hard, and with his fingers folded, the existing magic power in his body poured out unreservedly, and the wind elements in the air gathered into a huge shackle, shackling Charamon's limbs, and began to chant spells at the same time.

The powerful struggle from the swordsman pulled the shackles of the elements into deformation almost instantly. Flender was slightly startled, stopped chanting the spell, and concentrated all his energy on the confrontation with Sharamon's power.

'His Majesty! '

' Got it, max power output. A certain elf smiled excitedly, and Flender gritted his teeth, enduring the discomfort caused by using the magic power to the limit of his body's ability to bear it, and watched the elements that were about to be scattered reassemble and form little by little.

'Now, maintain this state, share some of your strength, and release the wind blade. The handsome young man nodded in satisfaction, and slowly spread out his hands that were originally clasped together in front of his chest.

'let me try. Flender frowned, slightly loosened the fingers of his right hand, and the pressure on his left hand suddenly increased. Before the wind blade was released, Sharamon threw the long sword before him.

Flender gasped, and the wind blade changed direction, avoiding the attack of the long sword with the recoil. Taking advantage of the moment when he was distracted, Sharamon had already broken free from the restraint of the elements, and punched He greeted me.

Flender staggered from the discomfort of controlling the huge magic power, but after many days of special magic power training, he finally regained his balance in the shortest time.

Charamon's attack was close at hand, Flender had an idea, gathered his magic power again, and threw a levitating spell at the green-eyed general.

When Sharamon suddenly lifted his feet off the ground and his mind was shaking slightly, Flender condensed the elements into the shape of a long sword and pressed it against his neck, smiling brightly and proudly: "I won."

Sharamon was silent for two seconds, ignoring the threat to the neck, and slashed at Flender's wrist with a knife.Caught off guard, Flender's wind sword dropped from his hand, and in Flender's panicked eyes, it slashed towards Charamon's neck.

Sharamon didn't dodge or dodge, his right hand locked Flender's wrist, and his left hand stretched out, reaching for Flender's throat.The moment the long sword touched Sharamon, it was scattered by the blue glow that suddenly flickered on his chest, and turned into chaotic wind elements, which scattered one after another.

'Little Fran, quickly add a floating spell! The Elven King's voice sounded beside his ears, and Flender was slightly taken aback. The next second, Charamon's body covered him and pressed him heavily on the ground of the training ground.

The wrist of the right hand was firmly held, and the left hand was pressed under the body, unable to struggle.

Limbs overlap, warm body temperature permeates through a large area of ​​skin in contact, each other's breathing is interlaced, and the other's rapid and powerful heartbeat can be heard close.

The black eyes met the blue eyes, and the fingers pressed against Flender's throat slightly exerted force, and Sharamon's deep voice blew by his ears: "No matter how favorable the situation is, you must pay attention to keeping a distance from the swordsman. Also, your gift is very useful."

'Little Fran, fight back!Throw him out! A certain elf gritted his teeth, his fingers were tangled together, his long hair fluttered slightly, the tyrannical magic power flowed in Flender's body with unstoppable force, and the elements around him resonated sharply.

Sensing the strong will to cast spells, which is rare for an elf king, Flender suddenly withdrew his mind, took a deep breath, consciously overlapped his consciousness with his, and jointly promoted the circulation of magic power, a levitation that was more than twice as powerful as before. The spell came out instantly, Sharamon saw that the situation was not good, and quickly bounced up before being hit by the spell, and narrowly escaped the fate of being swept into the sky.

Flender slowly stood up from the ground, calming down his emotions by patting off the sand and stones on his body. When he raised his head again, he had resumed his usual expression, with the corners of his mouth raised in a shallow arc, "General, the protective function on that pendant is very limited, so no matter how favorable the situation is, please keep a distance from the mage."

"President, you can't just give up like this! Even if you really fail the final exam, it's better than running away without taking the exam!" The round-faced boy looked gloomy, watching Keen neatly tidy up his hands and feet. The package, put on a close-fitting soft armor, equipped with a long sword, and looked like he was ready to travel far.

"I have important things to do, so I'm not escaping some exam!" Keen became a little annoyed, "I don't look like someone who would run away because of an exam!"

"Everything is similar." The round-faced boy murmured in a low voice, "President, do you have anything more important than the exam? If you miss the exam or fail this time, you will not be able to get the qualification certificate!"

Keane was stunned for a moment, and stopped what he was doing, "What is a qualification certificate? What's the use?"

"The qualification certificate is used to show that the holder is not an ordinary magician or swordsman, but a student who has formally studied at the Imperial Academy and graduated. This will be very helpful for being promoted to a noble in the future!"

"Promoted to noble?" Keane sneered, thinking of the so-called distant relatives of Ciri's family in the college, the fake sad expression and the hard-to-conceal contempt and schadenfreude when he mentioned Jeff, and those who had obvious attitudes after he fought with them. The headmaster, who was so partial to the nobles, was filled with anger.

"I will never be a nobleman in my life!" Keane punched hard on the wall of the dormitory.

At the same time, Flender was also packing his luggage, and his steps were much more troublesome than Keane's. He had to put away all kinds of alchemy and magic materials by category, and he also had to sort out the things he did during his recovery. notes.

'Ah, little Fran, you're finally going to go. 'A certain elf looked relieved.

'Well, if I continue to live here, I am worried that I will have a... attachment and a sense of belonging here. Flender fastened the buttons of the package, and smiled helplessly, "In addition, Your Majesty, I think it is necessary for us to go to the place where I signed the contract with your great-great-grandson, probably there will be something about soul magic secret. '

'Is that the place related to Mufis? '

'That's right.I'll go say hello to Charamon, and off we go. '

"Just leave a note and leave. General Beauty will definitely find a way to keep you. Little Fran, you are not firm enough, so there is no need to say hello, no, no, no, no..." The face of the beautiful young man was full of instigators Dark expression.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and the green-eyed general strode into the room, his boots hitting the ground, making a clanging and rhythmic sound.His gaze swept over the restored bed and packed packages, and finally settled on Flender's right shoulder, "Has the injury healed?"

"En." Flender smiled, "I plan to go out to practice for a while, and strive to defeat Paris next time."

Sharamon frowned, "What about after defeat?"

"what?"

"After defeating Paris, will you come to Gaston to settle down?"

Flender pursed his lips, then shook his head slowly, "I prefer to travel to other places, and then find a more remote and peaceful place to settle down. I don't want my life to have anything to do with war or nobles. meaningful involvement."

The Wind Wolf once gave up his adventure career and stayed in Salaman because of his attachment to Sasha.And because he was able to help Sasha, he went to the battlefield and entered the noble circle.From then on, he had to endure the nightmares brought about by the massacre and release the forbidden spell one after another, restraining his original temperament and always paying attention to his speech, dining etiquette and walking posture, and even greeted people who hated him with a smile...

Charamon, the general of the Gaston Empire, is the loyal guardian of the Gaston royal family.For the country, he has an inescapable responsibility and a strong sense of mission. Moreover, he will definitely have his own marriage and family in the future, just like Sasha.

As for Flender, he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of his previous life.

Sharamon stared at Flender for a long time, and the original shock in his blue eyes gradually calmed down.He put his hands on Flender's shoulders and nodded slightly.

"Then, according to your ideas, live the life you like."