Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

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"Foyego..."

Isolde's soul suddenly let out a sigh, and his expression became vivid.

"Isolde!?"

Foyego looked at Isolde in ecstasy, and when he heard his lover calling his name again, he felt that his body even burst into new vitality.

The pain that Kyle had cut on his body before seemed to disappear in an instant.

He struggled to get up, completely ignoring Kyle's threat, and tremblingly walked towards Isurde, his expression full of disbelief:

"Isolde...Isolde..."

He kept repeating the other person's name, but couldn't say anything else.

Kyle looked at this scene with a complicated look, and everyone knew what Isolde meant by this time...

Ysolde has been able to talk to Foyego since the last time she was detached from Senna by Foyego.

But from that time until today, she has never opened her mouth, and all she can do is escape.

Even if what Foyego did was unjust, she felt unworthy of it.

Human love, if there is no corresponding consciousness between the two, it is destined to be a tragedy from the beginning.

"Foyego..."

Looking at the maddened Foyego, Isolde had a complicated expression and hesitated.

It's not that she doesn't love the man in front of her, but it's limited to ordinary love.

That kind of love, when the knife was blocked again, was already over with contentment.

She was moved by everything that Foyego was in, but at the same time, she was also afraid and fearful of the madness of the other side.

That's right... crazy.

That kind of extreme love made her breathless at all.

This kind of love is not the kind of love she can bear.

In the end, she still held back her emotions and said cruelly:

"Foyego, please let me go! Is our love not enough until the moment I die?"

"Let go..."

Foyego's eyes drooped, and he listened to the cruel words from the mouth of his beloved, like thousands of sharp swords were inserted into his heart, the pain made him go soft, even the one in his hand. The Ruined King Sword fell without even noticing it.

what did he hear...

Isolde said it himself, let him let her go...

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! What a ridiculous statement...

"Isolde, I love you. For the day when we meet again, I look forward to it for thousands of years... Death is not the end, I can wake you up again!"

Foyego looked at Isolde expectantly, and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

It was like the first time they met, how much he expected Isolde to hold his hand again.

but...

The current Isurde finally ignored that hand cruelly, with a trembling plea in his voice:

"Foyego, I know your love for me. But I'm tired, let me die in peace, okay? This is my last heart..."

"What a joke!!!"

Isolde's words were severely interrupted by Foyego. His eyes were burning with angry flames, and he had been searching for thousands of years just to hear Isolde's personal rejection?

The complex emotions of anger, despair, pain, and unwillingness burned in Foyego's heart, and he could hardly control himself, but even so, he was trying his best to forbear and did not want to vent his emotions to Isurde.

"Ah...!"

The anger climbed to the extreme, Foyego stretched out his right hand and clenched his fist, smashed it **** the ground, and hit a big hole.

He was just content with the status quo, not stupid.

Until now, he still remembered the moment when the Curse of Ruin was cast, Isurd's soul turned into a wraith, took the Ruin King Sword and stabbed it into his chest.

It is also because of this that he has been sleeping for 1,000 years.

He didn't care about sleeping for a thousand years or ten thousand years, and even he naively believed that it was the curse of ruin that made Isolde, who was just an ordinary girl, confused.

At that time, he blamed himself so much that he couldn't protect her well.

But now, facing Isolde in front of him, he suddenly felt a little strange.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the other party, the moment they die, their love is over.

Although Foyego already had a guess in his heart, he still asked calmly:

"How was your mood when you stabbed that sword?"

Facing this sudden question, Isolde was a little overwhelmed, and pain flashed in his eyes, but he still strengthened his mind, raised his hatred face, and said angrily:

"I did it on purpose! Foyego, why did you resurrect me! Why can't you let me die quietly!"

"yes..."

Foyego sighed and stood up slowly.

If it was a mistake to resurrect the other party, what was he doing all this for?

With a miserable smile on his lips, he picked up the Ruined King's Sword from the ground and walked tremblingly towards Isurde.

Isolde watched in horror as the other party approached, but stayed in place for a while.

And what Gwen wanted to do was stopped by Kyle and imprisoned by his side.

"Lord Kyle, the master will be killed!" Gwen said in shock, struggling constantly.

She has memories of her master and her lover, based on her inferences about Foyego's actions.

In this situation, there is only one thing the other party will do.

Kill Isolde, then commit suicide.

Since they can't love each other as living beings, let's go to the underworld together and rebuild a new love.

Foyego is by no means a person who will give up his persistence because of foreign things.

Kyle shook his hand to increase the restraint, and the half of his face raised a smile, and said meaningfully:

"Let him make his own choice. Isn't your master's wish to return to the underworld? If he chooses to kill, before he is judged, it is not that he can die if he wants to."

Syndra on the side didn't do anything at the moment, even disdain for the men and women in front of her.

Although she was the executor of the plan this time, she knew everything about Foyego.

But she still didn't think that Foyego's existence would be of value to them.

She remembered Ryan's response at the time when she questioned the plan:

"Whether he can bear the burden of chess pieces depends on how he chooses. If he wants to die, he is watching a boring love drama. But if he behaves otherwise, then he proves that he Have the qualifications to carry on board the chess game."

"Qualification for the board... Foyego..."

Syndra looked at Foyego with indifferent eyes. She didn't care what choice the other party would make, but wanted to see what the expectation in Ryan's eyes was referring to when he said this. ..

Foyego walked in front of Isolde's soul, raised the Ruined King Sword in his hand, with a resolute look on his face, and made a gesture of ready to go.

When they saw this scene, a hint of disappointment flashed in Syndra and Kyle's eyes.

It seems that the current situation does not mean that it will happen.

Swish! ! !

The green light slid through ~www.readwn.com~ and stabbed out the long sword in Foyego's hand.

Looking at the sword that was getting closer, a relieved smile appeared on Isolde's face.

Being able to die in Foyego's hands may be considered her best destination.

She was really too tired. She was just a new-born ordinary tailor, and she was not worthy of Foyego's crazy love.

Just let her sleep quietly in the underworld, or reincarnate and forget everything...

laugh! ! !

The long sword slashed, and the sound of piercing the body came out.

But...why isn't she dead yet...