The Magician of Rebirth

Sharamon strode into the study, closed the door behind him, and sat on the chair behind the desk.As always, there were thick files on the table, besides the daily affairs of the territory and the training status of the light cavalry battalion, there were letters and invitations between the nobles.They are all troublesome trifles. When the top volume is spread out, the complicated and elegant cursive characters densely cover the eyes, but they don't really convey to the heart.The soft and green touch of the young magician's body seems to be still in his arms. Compared with the swordsman, the thinner bones seem to be broken with a light force, which makes people want to protect and pity .However, such a seemingly thin body possesses the power to destroy an entire army, or even an entire city.It's incredible.

Just like his father.

The first time I heard the name of the wind wolf was when Sharamon was 18 years old when he went to the battlefield for the first time.In the war that Gaston invaded Salaman, he witnessed the rise of myth.The army he belonged to continued to accept the wounded and organize and reorganize the team along the way. In the information they sent, "a terrible boy with red hair who manipulates the wind" appeared more and more frequently, and the title gradually became Ling Xiao. The awe-inspiring "Wind Wolf".

The legendary sorcerer who signed a contract with the legendary Elf King, with the astonishing power of ten bursts of forbidden spells, turned the whole battle situation around by one person... Among the rookies rising in this war, there is no doubt that Wind Wolf is The brightest one.He is Salaman's sword and Gaston's nightmare.

When he was a teenager, Sharamon also had a strong curiosity and interest in him, but the tragedy and cruelty of the battlefield made him gradually have no time to take care of all this.The innocence and persistence of this age were gradually annihilated in this long war, and the surviving Charamon was no longer the pretentious, free adventurer with a hearty smile.He started out really being a Gaston soldier and then a Gaston officer.

To him, the wind wolf is nothing more than a dangerous enemy who constantly sabotages his battle plan and causes the number of casualties to rise sharply.No longer having the curiosity and longing that belonged to teenagers, Sharamon began to calmly assess the opponent's combat power, collect intelligence on the opponent, and analyze the countermeasures through the cold corpses.

At the end of the war, Sharamon finally saw the wind wolf with his own eyes.

Different from the cold and cruel appearance he imagined, the mage who took the lives of countless Gaston soldiers was more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen.

On the dusty and scarred city tower, the long red hair is bright and eye-catching, abruptly out of place with the entire gloomy and haggard background.His spells were precise and effective, avoiding Salaman's army almost completely, and dealing a fatal blow to Gaston's side.

Sharamon led the remnants of the army to flee in embarrassment. Although the surrounding swords were dense, they could not stop him from moving forward.The threat that really made him dread and even fear came from the slender and beautiful mage above the tower.Sharamon didn't have the slightest chance of avoiding the opponent's unexpected magic attack.

The comrades around him fell one after another, and the exhaustion and pain caused despair to spread among the remaining people, but he had to stand up and fight. He didn't want to, and couldn't die in this war.The act of killing has become instinctive, and the nerves have been numb from the stimulation of blood, but Sharamon had to force himself to allocate part of his mind to guard against the magic attack behind him.But what puzzled him was that until he left the battlefield, that famous mage didn't make another shot.

The protracted war caused Gaston to lose many excellent generals. Because of his appreciation of His Majesty King Gaston, Charamon was promoted at an unimaginable speed in the ensuing war.At the same time, the people around him gradually changed from "you" to "you", from "Sharamon" to "Your Excellency the General".

What they saw was no longer Charamon, but General Gaston.

He and the wind wolf had more chances to fight.Sharamon thought that Windwolf was not suitable to be a general, although his ability as a leader was impeccable.But during the battle, there was no fighting spirit in his eyes, he was calm and almost indifferent, he just mechanically used spells to reduce the enemy, as if completing some unshirkable task.

And through these combat experiences, Sharamon can be sure that the wind wolf did not intend to take his life, although he does not know the reason.Over the years, the Wind Wolves have seldom cast deadly spells on him.The only exception was to save the adjutant named Sasha from his sword, the eldest son of the Ampere family who had the ugly eyes of an ambitious man.This is also the first time that Sharamon saw the wind wolf showing a panic expression.

Sharamon sent people to investigate the past of the wind wolf. He was born in a peaceful small village and spent his youth as an adventurer and potion merchant. It was a very ordinary experience.After reading this information, Sharamon felt that if the wind wolf did not become a wind wolf, but just lived in such a peaceful way, it might be a better choice for him.

In later years, some gossip came from Salaman about the windwolf and his lieutenant, and Shalaman was aware of it all, but felt no obvious shock or disgust like the others. .He was even a little worried about whether that slender mage could survive the storm this time.

Later, he heard the news of the wind wolf's death.

The war started again, and Sharamon put on his helmet, stepped on his horse, and led the army towards the border between the two countries.The new commander confronted him in front of the battle, no longer the calm and beautiful mage.

Sharamon felt a little relieved and a little bit lost. He clenched the saber in his palm with an unprecedented fighting spirit, pointing the tip of the sword at the opponent's general.The Windwolf was gone, so he didn't have to worry about the horrible magic anymore.So this time, he will do his best.

However, the result of this war was not satisfactory. His light cavalry battalion was almost wiped out, and he was forced to embark on a humiliating escape.

Then, he met Flender.When they met for the first time, Flender was dressed as a Gaston vagrant, covered in dust, with a gray face and a timid expression, and at first glance there was nothing unusual about him.But his accent, his small mannerisms betrayed that he didn't belong anywhere in Gaston.

Although he appeared non-aggressive, Charamon did not let his guard down.Being able to escape here unscathed, in addition to having absolute luck, is also having absolute strength.

It turned out to be the latter. When he met Salaman's large army head-on, the boy showed shocking strength, and the tyrannical magic took control of the overall situation.At the forefront of the team, Sharamon broke through the bloody road ahead, feeling the power of the roaring wind behind him, and was a little surprised that the young man didn't take the opportunity to return to Saraman's army, but his heart was inexplicably more stable.They cooperated very well, as if they had been comrades-in-arms for many years, and they knew each other's movements like the back of their hands.

The feeling of fighting like this is simply enjoyable.

After the war, Friend quite frankly identified himself and asked to join them.He seemed to have an inexplicable sense of trust in himself, which made Charamon very puzzled.Judging from his previous performance, the boy does not seem to be someone who trusts others.

However, when Flender said these words, his eyes were very frank, firm and clear.Sharamon decided to trust his instincts for now.In any case, in the ensuing battle, he really needed to rely on Flender's strength.

But it is hard to imagine that a person who can control the kind of power that can compete with Salaman's Forbidden Curse Mage can't control an ordinary war horse no matter how hard he tries.The talented young mage clamped the horse's belly stiffly, his body trembled slightly but he forced himself to calm down and looked unwilling, which was very interesting.However, in order to help him maintain his strength, Charamon decided to share a ride with him.

Later, he found out that this boy with the same name as Fenglang was actually that person's child.The rare red hair and black eyes and the same excellent magical ability are the best evidence.

Most of the mysteries lingering on the boy were finally solved, about his inexplicable hostility towards Salaman and his age-appropriate maturity.

However, Flender and Wind Wolf are not the same.If the wind wolf is a blooming flower in a vase, with a static and carefully crafted beauty; then Flender is a bud growing in the garden that is about to bloom, full of hope and infinite possibilities.

When the boy left, Sharamon subconsciously gave him the wristband he had been wearing since he joined the army, for no reason.Perhaps it is to provide an opportunity to meet again in the future...

Putting down the quill in his hand, Shalamon stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the leather wristband on his left wrist, his expression softened.The fragrance of April orchid outside the window was fresh and moving, and the red-haired boy stood blankly among the flowers, like a quiet painting.