The Magician of Rebirth

'Really, we made such a mess again this time. Flender looked at the wound on his shoulder which was covered with layers of bandages, and sighed helplessly.It has been two days since the previous battle.During this period, there were several large and small battles, but Paris did not take any action himself.However, he still couldn't forget the sense of oppression he felt at that time.

He didn't expect Paris to be able to manipulate such power, no, he should be manipulated by such power: "How could I lose to a lowly pariah like you! I was chosen by Ilari!" Paris Choking and spitting out some blood foam, his voice was full of unbelievable panic.

"No, how could I lose! There is absolutely no way I will lose! I am the strongest mage!!" The voice suddenly rose, with extreme madness.

The handsome young man with a pale face suddenly raised his head, showing a strange smile, with a dark red light in his eyes, the wind elements around him seemed to be drawn by some force, centered on his body, they quickly gathered together .The ring on his finger continued to glow, echoing the rhythm of the flickering light spots, and the absolute control spreading from him gradually expanded its scope of influence, almost covering the entire battlefield.

A steady stream of power gathered on him as the red light increased, and Paris's beautiful facial features were distorted and deformed by his increasingly crazy expression.A faint shadow slowly appeared behind him, and then became more and more clear in the strong red light.

Flender instinctively felt fear, the wind element around him was restlessly stirring, and the elements that could be manipulated became thinner and thinner.The cold feeling flowed into the body along the fingertips, as if wanting to invade his body.By the way, this feeling is not unfamiliar to him...

'His Majesty!how are you 'As he expected, the beautiful young man frowned and looked uncomfortable.The golden light was slowly compressed and gradually dimmed.

'Not very well, little Fran.The guy on the other side is crazy, find a way to escape! '

'What! ’ Flender opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Want to escape?" A soft and ambiguous voice sounded, the pronunciation felt a little jerky, but the tone was indescribably elegant, making one unable to help but want to immerse himself in it.However, this is definitely not Paris' voice!

"But you can't escape!" The density of the surrounding elements suddenly increased several times, and the strong wind mixed with the chill that almost froze his soul hit his face.

Flender took a deep breath, and suddenly released the floating spell on his body. At the same time, he directed the guy wearing the Paris skin to use the remaining magic power on his body to cast the strongest spell that could be used so far.The sand and dust that hadn't dissipated just now diffused again, covering those dark red eyes.And he used the recoil force to speed up his fall, breaking free from the cage made of wind elements.

'Little Fran, watch out down here! 'The voice of the Elf King was a bit panicked, followed by the sound of feathered arrows piercing through the air.

'damn it! Flender cursed secretly, the body in mid-air had no way to take advantage of it, so he could only barely curl up to avoid the vitals.Fortunately, the astonishing power contained in that arrow was gone after penetrating through the two layers of wind walls, leaving only shallow scratches on his shoulders.

The injury was not serious, but it was still forced by Totti and Phil to be bandaged into such an exaggerated appearance.

'That's right. 'The Elven King folded his arms around his knees, with a rare gloom on his face.

'Your Majesty, is the last thing in Paris your great-great-grandson? ’ Flender said hesitantly, ‘Is it the soul fragment of Murphys? '

' Should be a combination of both. The Elf King pondered for a moment, and began to analyze with a rare calmness, "My dear great-great-grandson has obtained the remaining soul power of Muffiz, and at the same time inherited his hatred, so now he is in a powerful but delirious state. state. '

'Delirious?Why do I feel that he has a much clearer mind than Paris, and he still threatens me. Flender twitched his lips, "What happened to Paris' soul?"Wouldn't it just be gone? '

' Definitely still. The beautiful young man looked firmly, "My dear great-great-grandson has inherited the power of elves, which is theoretically incompatible with the soul attribute of Murphys."But he did a good fusion, the only reason is that the little mage's soul acted as a buffer in it.So, even if that poor little guy's soul is so riddled with holes, tattered, smelly and disgusting that I'd feel like throwing up if I get close, my dear great-great-grandson will find a way to keep his consciousness. '

'Then why would your great-great-grandson do this?Isn't the current strength and status enough to satisfy him? 'Flender was puzzled.

'Who knows, maybe it's the boring reason for those who have gained more powerful powers to become gods beyond Ilari. A certain elf shrugged disdainfully, "for an elf's age, he is still a child, so it is not surprising that he has such a dream. '

Flender had mixed feelings in his heart, a little scared and a little bit ironic, "Your Majesty, I once again found that you are really a very good, mature, and sensible contractor. I feel sincerely grateful to be able to sign a contract with you." '

'Of course. 'The beautiful young man raised his head triumphantly, with an unconcealable smile on the corner of his mouth.

'Your Majesty, what shall we do now?What if your dear great-great-grandson shows up after you beat Paris next time?I feel that his current strength seems to be our nemesis. I can't raise my fighting spirit and confidence in front of him. ’ Flender rubbed his temples distressedly, ‘I even boasted that I opened my mouth before! '

If he returns home like this, the beautiful life plan he made about the post-war life will be completely impossible to implement, and he will really have no face to see Sharamon.If it doesn't work, you can only take a risk with that.

'I'm also completely indifferent to this kind of monster with a mutant soul. A certain elf spread his hands innocently, "Mufis was destroyed by the joint efforts of our four elemental elf kings.But having said that, I will never let go of that human being who dares to take advantage of the fire and shoot you with an arrow! 'The sound of gnashing of teeth.

'It's Sasha Ampere. The smile on Flender's face gradually disappeared, and his eyes were slightly blank, "When we formed a team before, he would assist me with a bow and arrow.This is his arrow, unmistakable. 'The fragile emotions brought about by distant memories are fleeting and disappear without a trace.Flender's expression is as cold as ice on the snow-capped mountains that will not melt for a thousand years. A new life is precious, and he will never perish in the hands of the same person for two lives!

"Flender?" In the marching team, Phil gently tugged on the red-haired boy's sleeve and called in a low voice, his eyes full of genuine concern.

"Huh? I'm fine." Flender's heart warmed and he smiled.

"It would be great if the general was here." Phil flattened his mouth in dissatisfaction, his voice was not loud, but it exploded in Flender's heart like a thunderbolt, "if the general is here, he must have a way to protect you, at least help you Block that arrow. Vice-captain Totti and I are useless."

"Brat, who are you calling useless!" The adjutant with a bandage on his arm interjected roughly.

"It means me and you!" Phil was not at all frightened by Totti's seemingly fierce tone, but replied confidently, "Flender blocked the attack of that Salaman mage for us, but we There are so many people who failed to protect his safety. It is shameful to say such a thing. After returning, the general will definitely be angry."

Flender smiled wryly, but remained silent uncharacteristically, and didn't say anything that could ease the atmosphere.The fierce battle on the battlefield made him very tired from body to soul, so tired that he didn't want to wear a gentle mask to whitewash his true mood.

He really hoped that at this time, Sharamon could accompany him to fight together.

"You..." Totti was at a loss for words, blushing but didn't know what to say, he turned to Flender sullenly, and handed him the communicator, "No, return this to you, but it won't show up."

"Oh, thank you." Flender bowed slightly, took the red-stained crystal ball, and slightly injected magic power, but the picture did not change in any way.

"What's going on!" Phil raised his voice in surprise, "Vice Captain, did you break this?"

"Please keep quiet! We are marching now." The cold and emotionless voice sounded in the ear, and Sandra looked calm, but her eyes implied condemnation.

"I'm very sorry, we will pay attention." Flender flipped his wrist deftly, and put the communicator into the cuff of his uniform.

"Brother, they're coming!" There was a hint of panic in Moya's sweet childish voice.

"Everyone, prepare for battle!" Dino's voice still sounded calm, but there was an imperceptible trill in the end.

Sandra strode back, escorted by her leader.

Phil and Totti drew out their long swords at the same time, and stood in front of Flender, one left and one right.

Flender released perception magic, and the element of wind conveyed all the information around him to him.This time the enemy split into two groups, flanking them back and forth.And there are mountain walls on their left and right sides, which are difficult to climb.So, is Salaman trying to use his strength to encircle and annihilate them here?

Wait, hooves!There was the sound of horseshoes coming from behind. Although it was faint, it was galloping at a high speed, getting closer, getting closer...

Flender's breathing paused for a moment, and a thought that even he couldn't believe flashed through his mind like a meteor.He tried his best to concentrate his perception toward the rear, but suddenly there was a cold light of a weapon flashing in front of his eyes.He came back to his senses suddenly, and was facing Sasha's cold eyes.

Sasha's long sword was held together by Totti and Phil. Under his powerful strength, Phil and Totti parried very hard, especially Totti, whose previous wound was bleeding again due to excessive force.

Salaman's swordsman had no expression on his face, and stabbed down with a sword with ease.

Gaston's two knights were short of breath, trying to block the attack on Flender, with a grim expression that was almost ferocious.

The sound of horseshoes was getting closer, the wind brought the smell of leather, and the exclamation of Gaston's soldiers could be heard faintly.

Paris walked behind Sasha with an elegant smile, looked over his shoulder and met Flender, "You have no chance to escape this time."

"Indeed, it looks like I have no choice but to fight you." Flender slightly raised the corners of his lips, and gently closed his eyes.His sense of smell and touch became more sensitive because of the darkness, and he carefully felt every trace of familiar and intimate breath in the wind.

After the sound of metal rubbing, the long sword in Phil's hand was thrown flying.The young swordsman pursed his lips, still stubbornly stood in his original position, and drew out the short dagger at his waist.

"Your choice is to die!" As if stimulated by Flender's smile, Paris' eyes glowed red again, and his expression tended to go crazy.

"Not necessarily!" The red-haired boy's lips widened, his obsidian-like eyes reopened, his expression was quiet and determined.There was a clear neighing of the horse, and the vigorous figure of the knight on the horse leaped high from the high ground behind, jumped over the countless soldiers below, and landed accurately in front of Flender.The long sword was like lightning across the sky, stabbing forward with the power of this jump, the real murderous aura made Sasha's expression frightened, he didn't dare to charge directly at its edge, and took two steps back.

The broad and straight back is like a mountain, calm and reassuring.The black armor reflected a cold light in the sunlight, as if it was a legendary god in charge of battle.The blue eyes are like the sharpest long sword, piercing and firm, making it difficult to look directly at.

The strong wind brought by the impact blew away Flender's hood covering his head, and his long red hair flew wildly in the wind.

Flender took a deep breath, took out the ring inlaid with crimson gemstones from his pocket, slowly put it on his finger, and spoke again under Paris's unbelievably panicked eyes, the voice Gentle and compassionate, as if coaxing a wayward child: "So I say, not necessarily!"