The Magician of Rebirth

"Totti, what happened?" Charamon's figure appeared in the crystal ball.

"It's nothing, we're still fighting. Flender is casting a spell, so just throw this to me." Totti waved his hand carelessly, and barely put the ring that was too small for him on the second finger of his right little finger. Knuckles, "We are facing the main force of Salaman."

After all, without waiting for Charamon's answer, he swung his right hand again, and the Knights, like a black torrent, rushed unstoppably onto a messy battlefield, filling the positions of the soldiers who had sacrificed before, making the originally declining battle situation back to stalemate.

Through the crystal clear sphere, Sharamon clearly saw the scene on the battlefield.The blood-stained land, the sound of long swords clashing, the brilliant light of magic, and the dull roar of artillery.The tall horses neighed, crushing corpses or wounded soldiers lying on the road.Totti swung his sword hard and stood where he had been, becoming the center of the team's attack.

Sharamon clenched the quill in his hand and couldn't help but hold his breath.The battle situation was quite tragic, and the knight's impact effect was only once. The rebels and Gaston's side desperately wanted to use this opportunity to reverse the decline; but Salaman's soldiers were quite tenacious, and they did not flinch even in the face of the powerful cavalry. Struggle to support, so that the advance of the cavalry was greatly hindered.

The magicians on both sides concentrated almost all their firepower and protective shields on this key team, and the shields of various colors were smashed and erected again.

Suddenly there was a violent turbulence in the field of vision, and the altitude dropped sharply——Totti was shot down and dismounted!Sharamon's eyes were fixed, and his body involuntarily approached the communicator.

His adjutant let out an angry roar, swung his sword to block the attack that was close at hand, but because of the opponent's too strong strength, he couldn't help but retreated two steps to the side, allowing Sharamon to see the attacker's face clearly. Sand. Ampere!Swordsmen who are not inferior to him in terms of swordsmanship, they have fought against each other several times, and they have won or lost each other, but it would be a bit reluctant for Totti to deal with it alone.

As Totti turned his wrist, the image displayed by the communicator also began to change rapidly, sliding quickly from the ground to the sky.On both sides of a huge mass of lead-colored air flow, two figures, one black and one white, were confronting each other.Just at this time, a wind blade slashed across one of the cheeks, cutting through the black hood, revealing a head of brilliant long red hair.

Sharamon's palm clenched uncontrollably, and the quill in his palm was twisted into a tangled shape between his fingers.

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'Your Majesty, Paris looks almost the same as I did back then, except for the different hair and eye colors. Flender's body turned around, avoiding the pincer attack of the two tornadoes, taking the opportunity to thicken the wind wall, the Gale Curse was cast instantly, and circled behind the opponent. 'It always felt like I was fighting my old self. '

'Is it?That being said, this duel is of great significance! . The Elf King knelt on one knee, and the torrent of golden magic power formed a complete ring around his body. The ring continued to shrink and then expand. In line with Flender's attack rhythm, the mighty magic power gushed forth.

"You have great potential, and your magic power has improved in such a short period of time." The mage in white robe turned around sharply, avoiding the attack, and showed a gentle smile. .

Flender froze for a moment, this smile was very familiar to him, so familiar that it was an eyesore.After he was just promoted to a nobleman, before participating in public events or noble receptions, he would raise the corners of his mouth against the smooth water for a pre-drill to ensure that his smile was perfect.

The corners of the red-haired boy's mouth curled up in the same arc, his eyes curled up, gentle and friendly, which made people feel no trace of hostility, "Well, you have made great progress." Before the laughter fell, behind Paris, a group The wind blade compressed to the extreme pierced his heart fiercely with a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, and instantly penetrated Paris's protective wind wall, leaving a series of afterimages.

Paris's smile remained unchanged, the golden staff shone with dazzling light, and his body left his original position in an instant, avoiding the attack of the wind blade.

"So the gap between us is still insurmountable." Along with the gentle voice came a violent whirlwind.

"This really makes me feel sorry." The tone of the answer was polite, and the same magic counterattacked.

Two high-speed rotating air currents collided with magic power, raising smoke and dust all over the sky.The soldiers fighting in this area on the ground were affected without exception.

Flender took a deep breath as the familiar pressure on the opposite side became heavier, 'Your Majesty! '

'OK. The Elf King put his hands together, his long hair fluttered, and the golden light suddenly spread out. The warm and reassuring feeling spread from the depths of the soul with the magic power, like clear water, flowing among the limbs and bones, soothing every body. An inch of tense muscle.Compared with the previous battle, the total amount of magic power is even greater, but it is not as heavy and suffocating as it was then, and it is unusually light.Driven by such power, the astonishing number of wind elements around them were no longer chaotic, but became unusually soft and well-behaved. They gathered together according to Flender's wish, and rushed towards each other suddenly.

Seeing Paris's suddenly astonished face and frozen smile, the corners of Flender's mouth widened, and took this opportunity to quickly release three small tornadoes, blocking Paris from three different directions. Reese escapes the possibility.

The wind wall on Paris' body was torn apart in an instant, and the airflow hit his chest heavily, making a sound similar to bones breaking.The beautiful face instantly turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the white mage's robe red.

"Your Majesty, it's amazing to see my former face being beaten like this!" Flender quickly added layers of wind walls to himself, cast the Gale Curse instantly, retreated his body, opened a distance, and beware of Paris's counterattack.

'Yeah, it feels amazing. ’ The beautiful young man who has [-]% similar appearance to the sorcerer opposite nodded in agreement, ‘But the damage is only the container, my dear great-great-grandson is still provoking me vigorously! '

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The smoke and dust on the ground gradually dissipated, and Sharamon was finally able to see the scene on the battlefield again. The quill in his hand was already soaked with sweat. The first thing that caught his eye was the long sword that Sasha stabbed straight at. There was blood on the tip of the sword. trickle down.

The momentum of the Knights has slowed down, and several horses were injured and fell to the ground. The inexperienced young knights encountered this level of battle for the first time on the battlefield, and they were in a hurry. For a while, the situation was almost completely suppressed by Salaman Living.

The long sword made a screeching sound when it hit the armor enchanted with "hardness", and then Totti's saber fell on the blood-stained ground.Phil hurriedly rushed over with his sword, but his attack was blocked by Sasha's sword.He reversed the hilt of his sword and attacked Totti, who had lost his weapon and was unavoidable.

Seeing the cold light of the long sword getting closer, Sharamon could hardly breathe.As for the battlefield, I am afraid that no one in the entire Gaston is more familiar with him. Since the Light Cavalry Battalion was founded by him, he has fought side by side with his knights, and they have experienced countless large and small battles, armor and blood. The smell has been going on since I was 18 years old.On the battlefield, he has experienced the pain of seeing his comrades dying but being helpless many times, but he has never felt it so clearly.

Perhaps it was because, while they were fighting in a battlefield full of fear and despair, they were left alone in the comfortable and safe capital.Such a contrast makes this powerless sense of depression and guilt all the more vivid.

Moreover, apart from his cavalry, Flender also worried him.The last time the boy leaned against his arms, his body temperature gradually became cold, and his breath was so weak that it seemed that it would disappear at any time, he didn't want to experience it again.Although I have personally appraised his strength and have considerable confidence in his spells, but these days, it has been difficult for me to get rid of that annoying emotion called worry.

The expression on Sasha's face changed from a proud coldness and ferociousness to shock. The gleaming sword tip was embedded between the iron plates of the armor and it was difficult to move. At the same time, Sharamon's vision was splattered. blood stained red.

"Stinky boy!" Totti yelled while enduring the pain, and then Phil rushed out from the other side and stabbed towards Sasha's heart.The helm hid his face, but the young knight's eyes were full of vengeance, and his sword grew sharper.

Sasha took a step back and let go of his weapon.Taking advantage of this opportunity, several Gaston knights greeted Sasha at the same time.

However, there was no panic on Duke Salaman's face, and there was even a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth.Sharamon was slightly taken aback, his body tensed reflexively and vigilantly.The next moment, a circle of wind blades suddenly shot out around Sasha's body, piercing the throats of the knights who were trying to attack him.The blood completely blurred Charamon's vision.

The sound of slashing and screaming was continuously transmitted through the communicator. Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, there was no doubt that the battle situation was developing in an unfavorable direction for them.

"I can't hold it anymore, damn it!" Totti cursed in a low voice, mixed with violent gasps.

"Then order the retreat quickly! Lieutenant Totti, contact the leader of the rebel army and retreat!" Sharamon held the communicator tightly, his voice still calm and stable, with reassuring magic power.No one knew that his hand holding the communicator trembled slightly, "Totti, you are the supreme commander now, it is up to you to decide when to retreat, don't wait for other people's instructions!"

"Yes, General!" His adjutant seemed to be injected with infinite vitality in an instant, and his voice immediately gained confidence.

The voices in the ears became messy and noisy, the sound of weapons clashing gradually decreased, and the teams on both sides seemed to be pulling away from each other.Due to the vibration, the sticky blood that covered the surface of the communicator began to slide down slowly, allowing Sharamon to finally see the scene of the battlefield again.

Sharamon's brows were still furrowed, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palms.

His army should be retreating. Relying on the rebel army's familiarity with the terrain of Mufis' Fang, it is quite possible for them to get rid of Salaman's pursuit and regroup, but what is this uneasy feeling lingering in his heart?

Phil's exclamation suddenly sounded, "Flender!"

The vision of the communicator finally moved to the sky again. Through the blood-red curtain, Sharamon saw the boy in Gaston's uniform fall from midair powerlessly like a butterfly with broken wings.The dazzling red long hair spread wantonly in the wind, almost hurting his eyes.

And directly below him, a feathered arrow cut through the air, aiming at his heart and rushing away...

At that moment, Sharamon held his breath tightly and pressed his chest.

But the next moment, the communicator was blurred again, and then the connection was completely cut off.The mana that Flender had input before was exhausted.

With a crisp sound of "click", the quill pen that had suffered so much was finally broken, and the green-eyed general stared hard at the crystal ball, flipping it back and forth several times as if to confirm something, his gaze was almost on the verge of falling. A hole was burnt in the top.However, no more images appear.

His expression changed a few times, and finally returned to a deadly calm, but Sharamon's eyes burned with a blazing temperature that was completely opposite to his expression, bright and cold, and unwavering.The documents beside him were swept to the ground by him, and Sharamon tore off his luxurious pajamas, and hung his sword and armor around his waist.Then one by one, put the cold armor on his body.