The strongest magician on earth [holographic]

"Bulder!"

A shout came from behind, and the boy stopped in his tracks.

He turned around, sweat dripped down his sharp edges and corners, although he looked young, he already looked a bit mature.

"Congratulations, you won the championship again in this assessment. It seems that the position of captain of the guard team belongs to you."

The man behind him smiled and said, "I'm so envious. You're still so young, you're so good, and you have a bright future."

Boulder just smiled, said a few words politely and distantly, and then left without looking back.

The man looked at his back and shook his head slightly.

Old-fashioned, I don't know who I learned from.

The Baron Empire encountered weather that had never been seen in ten years. There was a low thunder in the sky, and gray clouds piled up above the head. It seemed that it would rain heavily in the next second.

It felt a bit difficult to walk against the wind, but Bulder still quickened his pace.

Seeing the palace from a distance, Boulder squinted his eyes, and seemed to see a small figure standing on the top of a tall building from a distance, swaying in the wind as if it would be blown away in the next moment.

Boulder tightened his jaw, quickly removed his training armor, and rushed over immediately.

The boy hugged the raised wall tightly, but it was obvious that he had lost much of his strength.

Boulder quickly climbed over the not-so-low wall and yelled at the boy above: "Don't move!"

The little prince turned his head and saw Bourde. The two teardrops that were hanging on his face were blown away by the wind, and his tense expression relaxed.

"Bulder—"

Opening his mouth, the frenzied air immediately filled his mouth, blowing his immature voice into fragments, his thin and small body swayed, as if he was about to fall down the next moment.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger.

"Hey, you can't intrude here—"

The guard not far away saw Bulder and wanted to come over to stop him, but Bulder waved his hand and slapped the guard's palm away, then put his hands together and put them in front of his mouth, trying to transmit his voice.

"jump down--"

The little prince turned his ear, as if he didn't hear: "... huh?"

"jump down!"

Bullard spoke again.His voice finally caused the guards next to him to look up, and then showed horror: "Your Highness, Your Highness?"

"Are you crazy? You actually let His Royal Highness jump off, can you afford something happened? Wait here, I'll call someone!"

The guard left a word and ran away in a hurry.

Boulder's eyes were fixed on the little prince above.

"Jump down, trust me."

The little prince seemed completely unaware of how dangerous this kind of behavior was. The moment he heard Burd's words clearly, he let go of his grip on the rock wall as if he was playing a game, and then lightly took a deep leap— —

The small figure jumped down from the sky, Bulder looked at him without blinking, and tried to stretch out his hand. The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the flying air blew up the corners of their clothes, hooking them under the lead gray clouds. A swift arc.

The palms belonging to the teenager and the boy finally joined together.

"Just because the kite is hanging on it?"

Boulder sternly said, "Do you know how dangerous this is?"

"You gave me that."

The little prince's face was dirty, but he answered very simply.

"Can't you let the soldiers get it? You were almost blown away, okay?"

"Bulder, I heard you got No.1 again."

"what?"

"Amazing."

"...Is now the time to talk about this?"

Forget it.

Bourd sighed and patted the little prince's messy hair.

"...Don't do this in the future."

"Ok!"

……

"Crash-"

The sound of paddles across the water woke the young man up.

The young man's eyelashes trembled, and then he opened his eyes.His facial features are beautiful and delicate, with a touch of nobility, and his eyes are soft and quiet.After waking up, he looked around, and the familiar river was still around.

"Hey."

The boatman docked the small wooden boat on the shore and called out to him.

"Still waiting?"

"……Um."

The young man answered in a low voice.

"If you don't leave, your soul will be scattered."

The boatman shook his head: "Don't wait."

The young man's eyes stayed on the ripples on the water surface, as if he didn't hear the boatman's words, he shook his head after a long time.

"Really are."

The boatman sighed, "I don't care about you."

The young man just woke up from a dream, and there was still some confusion in his eyes.

He thought of the dream just now, the boy who jumped down in the wind, and the boy who stretched out his hand to catch up. His face became blurred.

Only those eyes that were staring at him nervously were still clear as if it happened yesterday.

Why did you come here?

The young man blinked, with some doubts in his eyes.

……

"Captain, let's not play this dungeon, shall we?"

A team of players stood at the entrance of the dungeon, and a team member whispered to the leading captain: "I don't have much experience, and the dungeon is hard to beat. I heard that the old beggar killed the players inside the city. The risk is low and the return is low. Wouldn’t it be nice for us to go hunting for materials with this time?”

"What do you know?"

The captain glanced at him: "It must be meaningful to set up this dungeon in the game. There may be some hidden missions. Otherwise, what are you doing with this dungeon? It's not me, can you stop staring at those petty profits and take a long-term view? point!"

Players are generally at a very high level now, and this low-level dungeon has long been forgotten by the players. Even if there are new rookies, most of them are brought by someone, and few people will come to this remote place to brush the dungeon.

Over time, this copy of the Butterfly Demon Spirit has almost been abandoned.

When they entered the dungeon, the scene in front of them was indeed the same as the guide on the Internet said. At the beginning, it was a dark path, and they encountered many bat-like mobs.

The old beggar who was the guide NPC didn't show up.

"Sure enough, it's the same as the Raiders said."

As they walked forward, these low-level dungeon monsters were as fragile as paper in front of the current level.

Soon, they broke through the blockade of the mobs and came to a wide swamp.

A faint green light shone in the swamp, and the huge cocoon in the middle was particularly conspicuous.

This should be the boss of the dungeon, right?

The people in the team clenched their weapons tightly, and the next moment, a shadow sprang out from the nearby bushes.

"Where's T? The shield fighters hurry up!"

The players were well-trained and assembled their formation quickly.

They finally saw the silhouette of the sneak attack.

The old beggar looked much older than before, his already hunched back became smaller and smaller, the crutch in his hand became even older, coupled with the messy beard and cloudy eyes, from the outside, he was simply a beggar. The dying old man.

"Get out!"

The old beggar held the crutch in his hand, and his hoarse voice sounded like a warning, coming from his tangled beard.

"The output keeps up, the shield warrior taunts, and the nanny is optimistic about the blood volume behind."

The captain didn't say a word of nonsense, he waved his hand and commanded skillfully.

With the level of the current player, it is really not too easy to attack the early stage copy of the butterfly demon spirit.

Soon, the old beggar was defeated, his body covered with bloody wounds, and he kept panting heavily.

"Go and open the boss."

The captain commanded.

The archers in the team knew what they were doing, and drew their bows to shoot an arrow, and an arrow shot towards the green light cocoon in the center.

"don't want--"

With a "bang", the butterfly cocoon shattered, and the butterfly demon spirit made a shrill sound, and then a hideous face emerged from the cocoon.

With the player's current attack power, the Butterfly Demon Spirit's HP will drop very quickly.

"Don't kill him..."

"Don't kill him..."

The old beggar's voice gradually changed from anger to pleading, echoing in the silent and empty swamp.

But, who would listen to an NPC's "lines"?

"Captain, that NPC wants to sneak attack!"

"Squad No. 2, go and deal with that NPC."

"it is good!"

Arrows and magic all over the sky are constantly shuttled in the swamp forest.

The old beggar is too old.

He does not belong to this copy, nor is he a member of the mirror image of the copy, and the passage of time is reflected in him.

Finally, with a cracking sound, the crutch in his hand broke from the middle, and a big hole was also opened in his chest.

He fell straight to the ground, and there was not much brilliance in the cloudy eyeballs, like a candle in the wind, which was about to be extinguished in the next second.

The blood volume of the butterfly demon spirit was emptied, and with a shrill cry, it fell down not far from the old beggar.

The old beggar tried his best to open his eyes wide, as if he wanted to see the butterfly demon spirit's face clearly.

The appearance of the Butterfly Demon Spirit is still ugly and ferocious. It is a dungeon creature, without emotion, and without the so-called unwillingness. It is like a program that faithfully executes orders and makes a threatening roar.

"Bulder..."

"Bulder..."

Somehow, the old beggar seemed to hear a certain voice.

Young and familiar.

"Can you stop being so capricious every time?"

The young man looked at the boy helplessly and wiped his hair: "You are His Highness, if something happens to you..."

"No."

The boy's hair was messed up, "I knew you would come."

"..."

"You will, right?"

The little prince tilted his head.

"……Um."

This is, my mission.

The old beggar tried to reach out his hand, as if trying to grab something.

But his vision became more and more blurred.

I am sorry.

It would be great if I could save you at that time.

He thought he could redeem himself.

Whether it is leading the player to kill the butterfly demon spirit countless times, or staying with the butterfly demon spirit after knowing the truth.

He originally thought that he could obtain inner salvation through repeated reincarnation.

But it wasn't like that, he just became numb, paralyzed his guilt, and delusionally thought that this was salvation.

"Nothing exploded?"

"It's really just an ordinary dungeon? It's boring."

"Shall we fight again?"

"Forget it, let's go..."

The old beggar closed his eyes.

……

In the chaos, he felt that his soul was drifting far away.

In the darkness, a bright light suddenly appeared, and then like a guide, an illusory road paved from afar.

"Let's go."

The old beggar's soul seemed to be attracted by something. He stepped on the road and looked back again, a trace of entanglement flashed in his dull expression.

"Let's go."

"Come on, young man."

He woke up suddenly, and at some point in front of him stood an old man on a ferry, looking benevolent.

He was startled for a moment, and then looked down. He didn't know when he turned into a young man, and he was still wearing the royal bodyguard uniform of Baron.

"Where is this place?"

"Underworld."

The ferryman smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to your death."

"I... don't want to leave."

The old man didn't seem surprised: "Most of the people who come here don't want to leave. You're not the first one."

"Can you not go?"

"Of course, my boat will ferry people who want to cross the river." The old man said, "But I still want to remind you that if you stay here for a long time, you will become a creature of the underworld."

The young guard hesitated for a moment: "I want... to find someone."

"There are too many dead people who come to find people."

The old man shook his head, "A young man came to look for someone before. He has been looking for someone for 80 years, but he still hasn't found it. Sigh."

"Didn't he become a creature of the underworld?"

"Everyone's situation is different. As long as a person has a bond in this world, he will not become a creature of the underworld. If the last person who has a bond with him in this world also dies, there is no hope."

The old man said: "However, the lifespan of a mortal is limited after all. Everyone who comes here has hope, but as time goes by, hope turns into torture instead."

"..."

"Are you really not going, young man?"

"I……"

The young guard opened his mouth, he looked at the circles of ripples on the River Styx, "I'll go."

"now it's right."

The old man smiled and said, "Reincarnation is a new beginning. People who are addicted to the past always resist new beginnings. Why bother?"

The young guard did not respond to the old man's words, and he boarded the boat silently.

"Wait a little longer," said the old man. "The young man will wait by the river at this time every day. Then you can help me persuade him not to wait."

"……Um."

"Strange, didn't you come today?"

The old man looked at the shore strangely, "Forget it, let's go first."

His long pole touched the river bank, and with a slight push, the canoe floated away.

The river bank slowly drifted away in his sight, and he gently closed his eyes.

……New beginning.

Really can.

"Bulder—"

Suddenly, he heard a call.

He turned around in disbelief.

At some point, a young figure came running from afar.

Boulder stood up abruptly: "Stop the boat!"

"If you start it, you can't stop it."

The ferryman didn't turn his head back.

"Bulder—"

The young man came stumbling all the way, when the wooden boat was already some distance away from the shore.

"People who fall into the river will not be saved."

The movement of the old man's ferry slowed down a bit, and the sound of Youyou came from behind Burd.

Bullard didn't hesitate any longer.

"Jump over!"

Just like the boy who once opened his arms under the high wall said in a firm and decisive voice.

The young man didn't hesitate at all, he stepped on the shore hard, and he jumped towards the small wooden boat.

He carried a small cloth bag on his back, and as he moved, the cloth bag was forced to loosen, and the rough kites woven with grass scattered into the wind, like a dozen wings being cut into the air by the wind of the underworld. , spinning and flying higher.

I know, you will definitely come.