The Magician of Rebirth

"Sir, I am Ferka, the commander of the 3114th Battalion of the Wolf Fang Legion. Three days ago, our army captured the city of Wharton and stationed here. Yesterday the enemy attacked and besieged the city. The well water in the city has been polluted by undead magic, and our army suffered casualties. Serious. A total of 2576 people were killed and [-] people were seriously injured. Quick support is requested."

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant Colonel, we will send reinforcements as soon as possible. Before that, please defend Wharton City."

"Yes, sir."

Ferka quietly watched the changing light and shadow of the crystal ball until the image inside completely disappeared.

The groans of wounded soldiers are heard in my ears, the air I breathe is full of the smell of blood, the medicinal materials are seriously scarce, and the medical doctors have not closed their eyes since yesterday, and now they are just trying to hold on.Many of the wounded who were dragged from the battlefield could only wait for the arrival of Hades because of their serious injuries.They chanted prayers silently and spent the last days of their lives.

Nearly half of the 8000-strong army has been lost, and the remaining one-third with combat effectiveness is also hungry, thirsty, and exhausted.

The once prosperous city is now full of devastation, dense artillery and various high-level spells have destroyed this pearl that Gaston was once proud of.

Now, all that remains here are ruins.The river not far away turned black because of the magic of the undead.Their homes were destroyed, and the Gastons, who were forced to go into exile, expressed their resentment towards the invaders in this almost desperate way.

From yesterday to now, his valiant warriors have repelled five rounds of enemy attacks.They will continue to fight until the last man falls.

Ferka joined the army at the age of 16, and it has been almost 30 years now.He has experienced hundreds of battles, but he has never felt so close to death.Looking at the densely packed enemy troops outside the city wall and the jet-black shiny forehead artillery, Ferka reflexively held down the pendant hanging on his chest - there was a group photo of his wife and two daughters inside.

"Sir, drink some water." The round-faced soldier with light green eyes handed over a flat water bag. His face was blackened by dust and gunfire, his eyes were bright, and he looked very young.

Ferka smiled silently, took the water bag, sipped a little bit of water to moisten her dry lips, "Thank you, young man."

"You're welcome!" The baby-faced soldier smiled happily, showing his snow-white teeth.Ferka suddenly noticed that the sleeve on his right hand was empty.

Noticing Ferka's gaze, the young soldier shrank his right hand back subconsciously, then restrained the movement, and joked with ease: "Sir, don't worry, I'm a magician. As long as the tongue and magic power are still You can continue to fight if you are here. If those little bastards want to rush in again, I will blast them back to their hometown with a blast of flames!"

Ferka's chest was stuffy, and he wanted to return an equally hearty smile, but found it difficult for him to do so.

"What a gallant boy! What's your name? Are you turning twenty this year?"

"Sir, my name is Tom. I'll be twenty in November."

"Ah, Tom, you are the same age as my eldest daughter. She is not as capable as you, and she is only a wizard apprentice. When you are 20 years old, I will give you a medal of courage."

"Really? Thank you sir!"

"Boom!" The sound of artillery sounded again, stones splashed, and a new round of war began again.

Tom slipped the water-skin to Felka, and hurried to the wall.

"Sir, I'm leaving first!"

"The army of the empire has advanced 300 miles in the territory of Gaston, occupying 58 large towns and 176 villages, including Wharton City, which is known as the second capital of Gaston; the total number of enemies wiped out exceeds 4, Sasha Under the cover of the two wings, the main force led by the Marshal drove straight in, unstoppable, and approached the capital of Gaston."

Such a battle report made the Salaman Empire boil.

Overnight, this war to "carry out the will of Ilari" became the hottest topic in the country.The bards began to recite the heroic deeds of the generals on the battlefield, and soldiers became the most respected profession in Salaman. Many noble ladies implicitly showed their favor for the soldiers in their speeches, which led to more Students vowed to join the army after graduation, and General Sasha became the idol of almost all young people.

The conflict between commoners and nobles has been greatly weakened, and they have a common topic of concern to divert attention from each other.Many people are looking forward to the sweetness of the fruits of victory after the war: land, wealth, slaves...

In such a situation where the national situation is good and the whole country is red, Flender's mood is unprecedentedly gloomy.During the war, the price of potions continued to rise as if he had taken a stimulant. Flender took the opportunity to make a lot of money and sold out all the blood-tonifying potions and tranquilizers in the warehouse.

When Flender calmed down from the happiness of the windfall, he found sadly that all the raw materials for configuring the soul potion had been made into calming potions and sold by him!

It was also because during the war, the raw materials of the potion were purchased by the army, which was considered to be priceless... So Flender stared at the handsome boy with red hair and black eyes in the mirror, wanting to cry without tears.

Wrapped in a long black cloak, Flender left a note for Keane asking him to ask for leave, then adjusted his perception ability to the maximum, using the wind as a radar and detector, and quickly slipped out of the academy while avoiding acquaintances.

He knew that there was a place where enough coniferous grass and real fruit grew enough for him to refine 100 soul potions—his hometown in his previous life, Hall Village, which was only 50 miles away.

There used to be a legend in the village that Hall Village was the resting place of ancient heroes. Under the inconspicuous loess, the wealth and power left by the legendary figures in the epic were buried.

This legend was once very popular and attracted many adventurers. They almost searched the village inside and out, but found nothing.Gradually, people lost interest in it, and the legend about the hero's cemetery was regarded as a rumor, and no one mentioned it anymore.

However, Flender can be sure that Hall Village is indeed particularly favored by Ilari.

The raw materials of truly high-quality potions usually only exist in lush forests, and only the vital air in the forest can breed medicinal herbs rich in magic power.

However, in an inconspicuous bush on the southeast side of the village, there are actually a large number of herbs hidden, including coniferous grass, red phosphorus fruit, real fruit, hemostatic grass and so on.Some of them were so rare that Flender couldn't name them at the time.

Using these herbs, Flender formulated the first hemostatic potion in his life, which saved Sasha Ampere, who had fainted on the hillside and was dying.Since then, he has embarked on a ten-year wandering journey and has never returned to his hometown.

At that time, Flender had just signed a contract with the Wind Elf King, and he was still ignorant. He had powerful magic power, but he couldn't even release the most basic wind blade.If Sasha hadn't taken care of him all the way, he would have died hundreds of times.

When he was a teenager, Fenglang was full of blood and full of dreams.Because I am an orphan, my life in the village is very unsatisfactory. As soon as I heard that I had the opportunity to leave, I hurriedly packed my belongings.But I didn't think about whether the outside world would be more terrifying, and whether the life outside would be more difficult.

Flender stood on the once-familiar land, took a deep breath, looked around, then lowered his face, red hair slipped from the hood, covering his expression.

"Pokeweed, Concentration flower..." Given a rare opportunity, Flender chanted the names of various herbs in a low voice, brushed away the obstructing shrubs with his slender fingers, and carefully picked the suitable parts of the plants. Leave the roots of the plants untouched, ensuring they will germinate, grow, and survive next spring.

"Thousand-leaf grass, coniferous grass, real fruit..." As the collection work progressed, the doubts in Flender's heart became clearer and clearer. The plants here included almost all the raw materials of soul potions.But under normal circumstances, these herbs are scattered and grown in different places.

Could it be that these plants were specially cultivated by someone?There are people in this village who have used soul magic like him?It shouldn't be, there are obviously no traces of human activities here!

Flender was a little flustered, but his expression was calm.He put away the herbs in his hand, stood up, his eyes dimmed, and he drove the surrounding wind elements to explore the current environment.

However, this spell that he has used countless times has failed!

All wind elements seem to have a strong self-awareness, no matter how he drives the power of faith, they will always run smoothly according to their original trajectory.

The elements are no longer under my control, which means that there is a wind mage nearby who is much stronger than me. My magic power is between the intermediate mage and the advanced mage. If I want to completely suppress myself, the opponent must be at least an archmage.

And all the wind elements are well maintained in a natural balance, without leaving any traces of casting spells. The opponent's comprehension of the essence of magic and natural laws, as well as his control over the elements are better than him.Based on these two, I am not his opponent.

When did such a master emerge from Hall Village?However, when I came to pick herbs in my previous life, I didn’t have any problems... Or, I was thinking too much, just now my instant magic didn’t reach home, and I made a mistake...

Flender forced himself to calm down, focused on observing the movement of the wind element, took a deep breath, and recited the spell to detect magic in a low voice.With the increase in language power, Flender clearly saw that the wind elementals trembled slightly, slightly off balance.Then, as if being drawn by an invisible line, they slowly returned to the original track one by one from south to north.At the same time, a small wind blade appeared in front of Flender without warning, blowing the red hair in front of his face to his ears, as if warning.

Can't go wrong now!Flender's pupils shrank slightly.He put the box containing the herbs on the ground, facing south, and bowed respectfully at 90 degrees: "Dear Mister Magician, I am very sorry for stepping into your private medicine garden without permission. I hope you read it in advance." I didn’t know it, and I didn’t cause irreparable damage to the plants here, please forgive my mistake. The herbs I collected are all in this box, and this herb box has a special alchemy, which can last for a long time. Preserve the magic of the herbs. I sincerely hope that this will appease your wrath a little."

Be careful to sail for thousands of years, a hero will not suffer immediate losses.Compared with offending a magician with unfathomable strength, losing a herbal medicine box smelted by oneself is really nothing.Potions can always be found in other places, I just hope he doesn't care about a little mage like me who hasn't graduated yet... Flender wept silently in his heart, bent over in a gesture of repentance, and his expression was sincere and touching.

"Ah, don't be so nervous..." Qing Yuezhong's implying three-point frivolous voice sounded again, and the elements of the wind slowly gathered into a figure.

"...the former contractor of my descendants."