Wizards of the North

When the spring water slipped between her fingers, Sajia quickly poured the remaining coolness onto her face. A flaming fox beside him was tilting his head and looking at the reflection in the water.

Sajia always thought that she had enough experience, but what she saw and heard when she first arrived at the port still refreshed her knowledge.

Unexpectedly, there will be corpses everywhere in the rich place that people say. Even the never-ending sea breeze can blow away the rancid stench. On the contrary, it became even more disgusting because of the saltiness in the sea breeze.

However, people seem to be unaware. There was laughter and laughter in the port, and the people on the boat greedily breathed, all enjoyed it and were very satisfied.

Several thick smoke billowed in the distance, staggering and reaching the sky. From time to time, knights dressed in red and garnished with victory news rushed into the port, which immediately attracted cheers.

It was also at that time that whispers sounded in my ears, intermittently beginning to tell ancient stories. An extremely unfamiliar name suddenly appeared in her mind, and she said it aloud.

To her surprise, Charlotte beside her also made a sound like a dream.

The two could not help staring at each other in amazement, and both saw an extremely strange emotion in it. That emotion shouldn't show up on them, let alone this strange land.

In doubt, Sajia explained softly: "I seem to have been here. That was its former name."

"me too--"

"But it's not like it, only the outline of the distant mountain is still there."

"Yes."

"However, the familiarity lingers."

At this moment, both Sajia and Charlotte knew that this trip was not easy. How could it be easy for the great wizard Bran to appear in person?

Along the way, Charlotte's family took good care of her. Unlike what Charlotte described, her family does not hate it. There is a hint of humor in the stereotype, and the thoughtfulness in the alienation.

This is not like a disguise. As a member of the white robe, he will give priority to expanding his senses. It is almost impossible for ordinary people to fool their perception. Some subtle expressions and movements will always reveal the truest side.

Sajia didn't know what happened to Charlotte, and knew that he couldn't persuade such things. Only when you have truly experienced and lost will you recognize yourself and others.

——Just like her.

Sajia tried her best not to disturb Charlotte and her family, but the effect was not satisfactory. Charlotte couldn't understand her kindness, and even complained.

Sajia didn't want to explain. Her past is not a secret, and she is the only one who mentions the bleeding from her heart every time. Others will not and cannot really understand it, because they have never experienced it.

...

In the whispers of magic, Sajia bid farewell to Charlotte and set off. Only two horses, a fox, and the dead soul of her father accompanied her.

Sajia didn't know whether his father's soul was caring for her, or he had received instructions from the great wizard and suddenly appeared before boarding the ship. Then, in the surprise of everyone, he got into the ring in his arms.

As the harbor was left far away, a layer of Ruowu Ruowu's chill gradually surrounded her. Saga is very familiar with this feeling-undead!

When surrounded by necromantic knights, that's it. It's just different from then, she can't see them. Sajia knew what they were attracted to. So he took out the ring from his arms and put it on his hand. Since then, the soul of his father has become different day by day.

Although the surroundings were in turmoil, there was no trouble finding the door. I can hear it from time to time on the road, and there are knights reminding the soldiers under them-look! That is the white robe, the sharp blade in the hands of the great wizard.

Sharp edge?

Since loyal to the Great Wizard, Bai Robe has not faced a strong enemy. They are more like senior apprentices in the Northland City, just doing errands, and all achievements and glory should be attributed to the Great Wizard. But how can these people know that the white robe that looks beautiful is not necessary for the great wizard.

In fact, Baipao has long realized that loyalty is the only way out. But there are still too many people who don't understand, just like these people in front of them seem to have forgotten, this is the direction pointed out by the great wizard. What about leaving the barren continent? Still in the palm of his finger, never really got rid of it.

Moving away, at the moment when she left the occupied zone, Sajia suffered the first attack.

Is there a better target than a single lady? Even though many invaders were watching her back, a group of native knights still rushed forward resolutely. Even though the lady in front of her does not look like a weak one, she can only drink hatred under their swords when there is a huge disparity.

It's just that they don't know that there are more terrifying powers in this world than swords. However, they soon learned, at the cost of life.

In that not-so-wide buffer zone, Feng'er gently lifted the woman's long hair, letting her silky hair gradually become unruly, gradually covering her face.

The shout sounded behind Sajia, no matter what prestige the white robe had, at that moment, in the eyes of the knights and soldiers, it was only a beautiful and helpless girl.

Sporadicly, some knights rushed out regardless of safety. Then the whole front began to riot, and the sound of horns and drums sounded on both sides at the same time.

But everything has long been irretrievable, just like those corpses hanging on the slender hair, the commotion also turned into silent silence at that moment. Until the corpse slipped from the tip of the hair, the woman half-turned her horse and nodded to the knight who came to help. All the people all breathed out a long breath and let out a loud cry.

...

The flames of war have ignited the hatred in this land, and after crossing that front, attacks have continued. Not unavoidable, not thinking. In this place where enemies are on all sides, retreating will only make her fall into endless pursuit.

Just like the front line through, deterrence is the most effective means. Just like the great wizard back then, through ruthless killing, it became the existence that the world looked up to.

Looking at the attacker who fell to the ground, Sajia began to understand the behavior of the Great Wizard. She didn't want to kill, but she didn't want to wait for death. She just wants to finish her own thing quietly, and she wants to avoid being disturbed by strangers.

But it was troublesome, and I still came to the door one after another. Sajia began to feel tired, and she began to miss her hometown and the northern city in this place where all sides were enemies.

Even though she knew that the magic power here was lacking when she came, she didn't expect it to be so serious, and the frequent fighting had already made her make ends meet.

The magic is still whispering in the ear, the story is dull and boring, and can't bring her the slightest sense of freshness. What made her helpless was that those stories were too old. Although there will be new stories wherever you go, those stories can no longer fit the surrounding scenes.

Everything is specious, and even completely different. But the magic is still like an old woman who is isolated from the world, chatting endlessly about the stale past and experience, reminding her how and how...

However, the world has changed——

However, the great wizard asked her to listen to the voice of magic...