The Magician of Rebirth

Flender was startled, but he didn't look away. He needed to have a conversation with this former teacher.The sudden uprising, ambiguous positions, mysterious abilities... Ever since the appearance of the rebels, everything that happened around Flender seems to be vaguely related to them, and what Dino said to him before the battle It also made him a little concerned.

The follow-up troops also followed up one after another. With the assistance of the rebel soldiers and under the command of Totti, they settled down to rest in this dense forest that was once full of horror legends.Flender watched with cold eyes, clearly feeling the changes brought about by this period of time.During the whole process, as the leader, Dino's performance was impeccable. Although the current situation is not ideal, the rebel army lost a lot of troops during the long journey from the Salaman king's capital to here, but he did not see any The look of anxiety and panic, neither humble nor overbearing, naturally carries a reassuring force in every move.

Dino is no longer the gentle teacher who always takes care of him at school.

Flender thought for a while, then took off the communicator and soul stone on his finger, wrapped them carefully, and put them in the pocket of his uniform.Only Si Yuelan's ring remained on her long and slender fingers, which made a certain elf feel very happy and brows happily.

As night fell, he felt a similar, but much gentler force trying to reach his soul.Flender frowned slightly, looked around, and found that no one was paying attention to him, so he followed the guidance of this force, left the team alone, and marched towards the dense forest in the northeast corner.

Using the wind blade to chop up several plants that were trying to attack him, Flender saw the slender figure of the brown-haired young man behind the tree.After taking off the complicated and chic robe during the day, Dino, who was only wearing casual clothes, gave Flender a more familiar feeling and seemed much more approachable.

The sound of wind blades slicing through the air startled the dozing young man leaning on the tree trunk. He glanced at the neat cuts on the vines approvingly, and then greeted Flender very naturally: "Long time no see, Flender." Rand. It looks like you've made amazing progress in your magic."

"Really?" Flender slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "But it's not as big as your change, Teacher."

Dino's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he quickly recovered, "Is it that obvious?"

Flender nodded, "The teacher has become... very... dignified. If you go back to the academy now, Professor Flavi may not dare to speak in front of you. But why did you suddenly become the leader of the rebel army?" Woolen cloth?"

"Because this is what I was supposed to do and what I had to undertake. When I became a teacher in the college, I was lucky and hoped that I could escape this mission."

"Mission?" Flender frowned slightly.

"Yes. The ability of the prophet is inherited through blood, so the number of people is quite small. And while I inherit this ability, I must also shoulder the mission of our family." Dino lowered his head and looked at the clear palm in his palm. Lines, "The power of the prophet comes from the soul, which is the power closest to Ilari. In ancient times, the prophet was called the bridge connecting the gods and humans, and was revered by people. However, revealing the will of the gods will definitely pay corresponding price.

No matter at any time, the ability of the prophet is both temptation and threat to the rulers. They are eager to know the future, but at the same time they are afraid of the future.They attribute the responsibility for this fear to the prophets, and delude themselves that if the person who made the predictions no longer exists, then the established future will not happen; thus, almost every generation of prophets has no way to escape the tragic death In the end, no matter what kind of noble the object of his allegiance is.

These resentments are also passed down from generation to generation with the power of blood.So, starting from a certain generation, a prophet had a bold idea and began to put it into practice. He united some families, assembled a team, and tried to overthrow the rule of the kingdom. A country where prophets can live in peace.

Although his attempt ended in failure, the family of the alliance survived, which was the embryonic form of the rebel army.After that, the descendants of each generation will try to accumulate strength for this army in their short lives. When I arrived, it happened to be the fourth generation, and it was the best time to fight back. "

"Teacher, thank you for your trust. Tell me these things." Flender spoke softly after a long silence.This argument is easier for him to approve than those who call for the establishment of a new state of equality.He has perceived the pain and despair of the prophet from the memory of Mufis, and thinking about it in another way, if he is a prophet, he will probably make the same choice.

"However, I have a question. Why do you value me and Kean so much?" Flender still couldn't accept the so-called "hero chosen by God" theory.

"Because you are 'reformers'." Dino glanced at the obvious disbelief on Flender's face, and smiled helplessly, "I know it's hard for you to believe this statement, but it's true. Your souls You have the very rare power that can change the situation, and you have a destiny that is destined to be extraordinary. Therefore, Flender, I hope to win over your power."

"Teacher, I am very willing to do my best to help you in this war, but I don't want to join any organization." The red-haired boy took a light breath, "I didn't change the world like Kean Great ambition, just like what you have done, I hope to live my life peacefully, which is also the wish of..." The word father stuck in his throat, and it was difficult to spit out.

"A stable life? That's why I thought about it at the beginning, so I advised you to learn alchemy." Dino looked into Flender's eyes, sighed and shook his head, "However, I found out later that the destiny has been determined." , you are destined to choose magic, and then embark on an unusual path. I have learned from other sources that you have also inherited quite amazing power and skills, although it is not stable enough."

The brown-haired young man raised his head slightly, half of his face was bathed in the moonlight, and half of his face was hidden in the darkness, as if he was praying to the gods, his voice was ethereal, and his tone was firm, "Your hair color and the change in color have already explained everything. , Flender, you have abilities beyond your imagination and corresponding crises, your life is destined to be impossible to be peaceful. And only I can tap your full potential, so that we can all achieve the best ending."

At this time, rustling sounds came from the bushes, which aroused Dino's vigilance.

"Who?"

"Brother, it's me." Moya got out from the grass, rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, "Sister Sandra is looking for you."

"I'll go right away." Dino smiled gently, and gently raised his hand to cover Flender's head, "Think about it again, Flender, and answer me after the war is over."

Beside him, Moya raised his head and stared straight at Dino's hand on top of Flender's head, with unconcealable dissatisfaction and disgust in his eyes.

Flender nodded, and then watched Moya with a lot of interest when Dino turned his head away and put on an innocent expression of a child again.

'How do you feel, Your Majesty?About Mr. Dino? Flender lowered his eyes slightly.

'Extremely stupid, full of nonsense, pretending to be a ghost! The beautiful young man put his arms around his chest and grinned his teeth, "What does it mean that only he can tap your potential!"It shows that they look down on us completely! '

'It's the right thing to do.If I really inherited the magical skills of my father, who I have never met, possessed unstable but amazingly powerful magic power, and signed a contract with a powerful elf under the wrong circumstances, but did not understand my own power enough, yes The words of an 18-year-old boy who is full of confusion in the future, his last prophecy is enough to shake my heart, and make me regard him as an object worth relying on and trusting. ’ Flender slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and walked towards the original road.

'However, I don't actually believe in prophecy, and I really hate this condescending and mysterious way of speaking like a bard, so it has the opposite effect. The arc of the corner of the mouth widened, and the red-haired boy smiled wantonly.

The conversation this time was not useless. The information about the rebel army that had been scattered like pearls in my heart seemed to have finally found a pulling thread and began to connect one by one.

'However, Your Majesty, I was surprised that you kept quiet just now. ’ Flender picked out her beauty, ‘Are you afraid of being discovered? '

'That's right. The Elf King sighed for a long time, "I am afraid that this pair of brothers are all descendants of Mufis, especially the kid named Moya, whose ability is unknown, I'd better be more cautious." '

'makes sense. '

Flender did not return to the team, but walked towards the other direction of the dense forest.The wind wall slowly opened, and all the surrounding movements could be seen in a panoramic view.He took out the communicator in his pocket and input magic power.

Sharamon should have just taken a shower, his brown hair was still dripping, and it was tightly attached to his ears, his skin glowed with moisture. "You're not hurt, are you?" He whispered, every syllable seemed to be able to directly hit the depths of someone else's soul.

Flender calmed down inexplicably, "I'm fine. Where are you?"

"It's business as usual."

"Sharamon, do you believe in any destiny?"

"I don't believe it." He replied without hesitation, his blue eyes were deep and firm.

"I guess you don't believe it." Flender laughed lightly, "I don't believe it either."

He had to firmly grasp the life he had finally regained in his own hands.

The wind brought the smell of gunpowder and gunpowder, and the roar of wild beasts loomed by his side. The large-scale fire magic ignited the surrounding trees. In the sky full of flames, the direction of his troops began to line up to meet the enemy.A new battle begins again.

"I'm going back to the team, good night." Flender cut off the communication and ran towards the battlefield.