The Magician of Rebirth

Sasha froze for a moment, and his expression instantly became terrified.Facing the danger of being cut by Charamon on his left shoulder, he turned around regardless and rushed towards the direction where Paris fell.

The blue-eyed man's expression froze, and his eyes followed Sasha's direction, just touching Flender who was staring blankly at the staff.He didn't have time to think about it, turned his long sword over, and moved his body quickly, giving up the opportunity to injure the enemy, and stopped Sasha's footsteps.

The team that had been silent because of the previous vision began to have a faint commotion. Sasha's face turned pale, blood was almost coming out of his eyes, the long sword opened and closed, and the offensive was very fierce. Without defense, it is a posture of complete recklessness.Even Sharamon was forced to take a few steps back, and the long sword in his hand was almost dropped due to the opponent's strong strength.Sasha's abnormal performance made Sharamon more alert. He thought that Sasha was suddenly overwhelmed by anger because of the death of his comrade-in-arms. Waving it into a dense light net, firmly restraining the opponent's forward momentum.

The Mage Salaman next to him suddenly made an unbelievable voice: "This is Lord Paris? What happened?" The surrounding noise suddenly became louder, with discussions, doubts, and uncertainties...

The gems on the staff were soaked in sufficient blood, and the rays of light emitted almost illuminated the entire sky. Even the slightest lines on the corners of the mage's clothes standing still in the rays of light were reflected extremely clearly.He held the golden staff that countless people dreamed of and symbolized the highest honor of Master Salaman. No matter his appearance or temperament, he was the most perfect finished product of Ilari, impeccable.But there was no joy or arrogance in his expression, replaced by an almost indifferent calm, a calm that made people feel inexplicably sore when they stared at him for a long time.

'Little Fran, is this you? The Elf King frowned, "It feels like being bullied, pitiful." '

'Ah, yes, it is indeed me. There was a momentary blank in Flender's mind, and he was silent for a while before answering the Elven King's words.He never thought that one day he would see himself with his own eyes. Familiar yet strange, indescribable emotions impacted his heart.Although I have vowed to forget the past, but the vivid memory is not so easy to be erased. 'This should be the scene before I was killed, I don't know how it happened here. '

'Um? 'The beautiful young man blinked.

Suddenly someone exclaimed, "No, this is not Mrs. Paris! Only Mr. Windwolf owns this sacrificial robe. He, he is Mr. Windwolf?"

The uproar around was even worse, and almost all eyes were focused on the image in midair.

Sharamon was startled, and the sword slowed down slightly, revealing a gap. Sasha took this opportunity to rush past Sharamon, swung his long sword, and aimed straight at the gemstone on the staff.He was out of breath, and his originally handsome facial features were distorted into a hideous shape almost like a ghost because of the great fear.

The cold air from the weapon rushed towards his face, and Flender suddenly came back to his senses, and the instantaneous wind wall conditioned reflex, and with the help of the soul stone that had not been completely dissipated in his body, Paris's body and the golden staff were also released. included in the scope of protection.

The sharp attack of the long sword was blocked by an invisible barrier, and the violent vibration caused Flender's body to shake slightly. Sasha also took a step back due to the reaction force, and then raised the long sword again, his expression panicked and crazy.

Flender silently stared at his former lover, his fingers couldn't help clenching the staff in his palm, his gaze was indescribably complicated, nightmare-like memories swept over him, and his left chest was aching.

In front of him, the image of the mage standing in mid-air lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes were full of tiredness that could not be concealed, his slender fingers silently slid across the top of the staff, and then he showed a forced smile.

'Little Fran, now is not the time to feel bad. The beautiful young man stood up straight again, the corners of his mouth curled up in a half-smile, "at least get rid of the guy who gets in the way first." 'The magic power in the blood accelerated, and the golden power flowed along the meridians, warming his limbs and bones.

At this time, Sharamon also rushed over with big strides, standing side by side with Flender.He raised his long sword halfway, pointing at Sasha, his body turned slightly, his shoulders leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah ready to go, blocking between Flender and Sasha.There were still wet bloodstains on the black armor, but the cold and hard touch made Flender feel at ease.

On the screen, the cold light of the long sword pierced the mage's heart.Suddenly, there was a sound of gasping air, which was mixed with the mage's usual scream of "Ilari on top" and the unbelievable roar of the swordsmen.

The body of Sharamon beside him shook violently, and the Elf King in his mind suddenly closed the corners of his mouth with a stern expression.

Flender closed his eyes, and took a deep breath of the battlefield-specific air mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.Real and fresh, it is not the same sweet and greasy incense in the palace all the year round.He opened his eyes, and there was no trace of weakness in the obsidian-like pupils, shining like cold stars in the cold night.

In the midst of questioning and discussion, Sasha's face turned ashen, but he suddenly seemed to let go of something, and instantly withdrew the panic expression on his face, and put on an angry expression. "What the hell did you do!" He pointed at Flender and asked sharply, "Create such an illusion to spit blood!"

The angry expression suddenly turned into deep sorrow, Sasha said in a low voice, "Wind Wolf is my best friend, no matter what you want to do, please don't disturb the rest of his soul." Slashing from top to bottom, the strong wind raised the dust on the ground, showing the unwavering attitude of the sword owner.

The originally shocked eyes turned into doubts, and some of them even turned into understanding and understanding.At the same time, Flender also became the center of attention of the crowd.

Sasha has always had the talent of a bard, which Flender knew a long time ago.

But he is not alone in possessing this gift.

"There is no magic that can create illusions." Flender walked out slowly with a red staff materialized with soul power.There was no displeasure or contention in his voice, it was calm and gentle, just like the Wind Wolf before, "Duke Ampere, are you and Wind Wolf really just friends?" There was a touch of softness in his voice Trembling, the long red hair is like a burnt flame, floating silently in the wind, and the black eyes are full of uncontrollable sadness and expectation, so strong that they cannot be melted.

The tone of deja vu, the expression of deja vu.Sasha's fingers clenched the hilt of the sword uncontrollably, and his fingertips trembled imperceptibly.

"Yes." He unconsciously gave the same answer as before, with a cold and depressed voice.

"That's it." The slender fingers clenched unconsciously, and the fingertips were slightly white due to too much force.The facial features of the red-haired boy were blurred in the glare of the sun. In a daze, Sasha saw another face overlapped with his. The beautiful facial features were full of disappointment and sadness that he was trying to hide. "Is that so?" He said softly When he opened his mouth, every word was filled with the breath of air from his chest, which was indistinct, making people's hearts feel sad and sore with these words.

"What do you want to say." Sasha shook his head hard, trying to get rid of the phantom in front of him, his tone unconsciously brought a sense of panic, and the sad and painful expression could no longer be maintained.

"I want to say that the wind wolf is not dead." Flender's eyes froze, the staff in his hand was slanted across his chest, and his originally quiet voice suddenly became sharp.

"What? Impossible! I obviously..." Sasha couldn't help but blurted out, but his voice suddenly stopped.

"So, you have confirmed his death and buried his body yourself, haven't you?" Flender stood still in front of Sasha, smiling meaningfully.

Sasha's face changed several times, then he gritted his teeth suddenly, and swung his sword at Flender, who was only a few steps away from him.

"Bah!" Another long sword stretched out from Flender's side, parrying his attack.The green-eyed man's eyes were like lightning, and his tall body exuded a silent coercion.

The red-haired magician turned slightly to his side, showing a faint smile to his knight, then lightly raised his right hand, and the wind barrier surrounded the two of them.The sun cast their shadows together without distinction.

Still familiar with the hateful scene, somewhere in my heart was faintly twitching.Sasha forced himself to look back and concentrate, but found that his hands and feet seemed to be bound by invisible forces, making it difficult to move.

Salaman's soldiers finally came to their senses and came to rescue their commander, but they were entangled by Gaston and the rebel swordsmen, unable to escape.

With the help of powerful soul power, it is easier to use the power of the wind element, and its power is even more impressive.While concentrating on controlling the density of elements around Sasha, Flender poured his thoughts into the bright red staff.In the red light, the staff was gradually drawn into the shape of a long sword.

The sharp point of the sword was hidden in Sasha's left chest, at the same position as the wound on the wind wolf's body.

"May Ilari forgive our sins." Flender said softly, staring at the eyes that were gradually dimming and losing their brilliance.

The tragedy is definitely not the responsibility of one person, he and he are both at fault.

However, it was finally over.

The red light dissipated instantly, and the bone-chilling power flowed back to the crimson ring along the blood.The exhaustion that had been suppressed swept through his body, Flender staggered slightly, and fell into the embrace that smelled of blood beside him.