Wizards of the North

Saga, who was slightly awake, finally had a trace of enlightenment. That whisper is not all from magic, and part of it comes from the depths of the soul.

The old woman who is in love with the scene may be her.

But so what?

Those plausible memories are already in the past. She is the white-robed Sajia, the culprit who destroyed Sandstone City and the sinner who killed her father. She came here to seek a breakthrough in strength.

Pride is not the purpose of coming here. She only needs to follow the magical guide to find the direction of this trip.

She is a sorcerer, and when accepting the power conferred by magic, she also needs to accept its curse. Just like Zoya next to the great wizard, forgetting is the hardship she must endure.

Sajia has already understood that she will also face a similar experience. It's just that she doesn't need to forget, but to appreciate the loss, helplessness, and regret in endless memories.

Just like what she is today-the fire that burned the sandstone city.

...

Perhaps it was the advice that worked, and it was calm for the next few days. It's a pity that the good times did not last long. The attack came again, but it was no longer because of national hatred.

The beautiful single women on the journey can easily attract prying eyes. Even the seemingly honest farmer shows a hideous side.

Seeing the few people holding sticks and pitchforks, Sajia couldn't help showing a wry smile.

"Hand over your weapons and we will spare you."

Someone gave the command with confidence that the thief saw an undisguised adultery. Unexpectedly, it angered a father.

Prior to this, no matter what kind of attack Sajia encountered, his father's soul remained silent. But when a pair of lustful eyes appeared, he burst out in a rage—just like before.

He stretched his hand directly into the body of the flimsy person in front of him, then pulled out a thinner shadow from it, and ate it in front of everyone.

This move not only frightened a few ignorant farmers, but even Shajia was a bit creepy. It was also at that time that Sajia realized that his father's figure was almost real, and it was no longer a transparent shadow.

In a short time, several farmers who were frightened and slumped ended up in the same way.

Looking at her father who turned back, Sajia seemed to be back when she was a child, and she subconsciously said: "I can do it, don't care about it."

Father just smiled and nodded, and reached out his hand to gently touch her head. But the almost physical body was still empty, without the touch and temperature expected, and some were just colder chill.

It was also from that day that the journey became truly smooth, only because the dead soul of his father would never return to the ring. Traveling all the way, he also discovered the secret of his father's change-it was feeding on other undead.

As Shajia said, she was ready to kill, and what she lacked was just one reason.

The target of the killing is not difficult to find, just ask the father to hide for a while when he notices the crowd, and then show his weak side. Even these disguise are not necessary, as long as the malice of others is sensed.

The deterrent power of the soul is far beyond imagination, at least not comparable to that of her majestic white-robed wizard. No matter what the scene, it will instantly become silent with the appearance of his father.

If the killing does not end soon, the scene will become extremely noisy. When people reacted from being stupid, they would scream and run desperately, like headless flies.

...

Just like what happened before, this small hotel on the roadside became deserted instantly as she and her father entered. Even the boss disappeared without a trace.

It seemed to go back in time-as my father returned home, the little friends around him slipped away one by one with their tails between them. With a smile, Sajia watched her father sit across the table in a magnificent manner. Looking at her, she seemed to have something to say, but she couldn't find a clue.

In the father and daughter sitting opposite each other, the warm time passed quietly. Someone pushed in at this moment and sat next to them after looking around.

The visitor asked, "White robe?"

Shajia nodded.

"Necromancer?"

"No, this is my father."

"Sorry, I don't mean to offend. By the way, we wizards all thank your master, the Great Wizard Bran. There are only rumors that he has suffered an accident.

Is this true? "

Shajia snorted and asked back: "Do you believe it?"

"In the wizarding world, everything is possible."

Shajia gave a cold comment: "Ignorance."

Then he said strongly: "We Baipao pursue the principle of fairness. Since you asked me three questions, please answer my three questions."

With that said, without waiting for the other party to express his position, the first question was asked: "How did you do it?"

The incoming person shrugged slightly, "The environment is enough to change everyone. As long as we can persist in living, we will definitely be able to adapt to it. It's just that I haven't adapted well. Recently, I let all the magic be restrained.

It is a pity that it is too barren, and it is even more difficult to recover. Otherwise, you must not dare to speak to me like this. "

Having said this, the person came with a wry smile: "It seems that my magic is not restrained enough to make you aware of my weakness. Sometimes I really envy you wizards who came out of the barren continent, you are born to be able to restrain the magic in your body. . I didn't even notice that there was a white robe sitting in the room."

"Did you find anything?"

Shajia's question made the atmosphere a little tense.

"If I say no, do you believe it?"

Sajia closed her eyes slightly, and opened her eyes for a while and said: "What does it matter if you believe it or not? When we came, the great wizard told us-listen to the voice of magic and follow the guidance of magic.

Regardless of whether you have discovered and gained, Magic has not listed you as my target. Since you don't want to say it, please leave here and don't disturb my time alone with my father.

I'm not bluffing, I just don't want to waste my magic on you. As you said, this place is too barren, I need to retain enough strength to deal with the accidents I have to face.

Remember, you still owe me a question that has not been answered. "

This accidental encounter made Sajia a little relaxed, because most of the wizards who gradually adapted to the environment were already very weak. At the same time, he had to be more vigilant, because the wizard of the alien race had appeared by his side.

Shajia regrets that she cannot continue to be immersed in the phantoms of the past with her father's company. She didn't want to die in front of her father because of a momentary negligence. She will take her father and return to the barren continent again.

After hitting the road again, Sajia escaped into the wilderness.

As the sun rose and the moon fell, she finally determined her goal in the whisper of magic. It was also at this time that a faint sense of crisis surrounded her.

So, she followed the advice given by the great wizard-run!

However, how easy is it to get rid of the tracking of other wizards?

Under pressure, the whisper of magic and the throbbing deep in the soul gradually mixed into one voice. Under its guidance, Sajia came to the valley in front of her.

The mountain spring flowed from the mouth of the cave where most of it collapsed, and Shajia fell into unspeakable calm at this time. Like a wanderer who has not returned home for a long time, standing in front of the door gently tidying up his clothes.

Ignoring the danger that was approaching behind her, she bent down and splashed a handful of spring water on her face to wash away the dust on the way...

Following the twists and turns, Sajia went deep into the mountain's belly. Although this place has long been dilapidated, it is still magnificent. The baptism of years has added a bit of vicissitudes and a bit of weight to it.

Several people got into the belly of the mountain one after another and looked at Sajia on the other side with a sneer.

A wizard stood up and said triumphantly: "I still owe you a question and did not answer it. But before that, can you tell me where this is?"

Sajia came to a mountain wall, wiped off the moss on it, and then said softly: "The answer is here, right beside you."

In vigilance, someone followed Shajia's way to erase the cover on the rocks. Even after endless years, the exposed picture is still clear. It seems to have invisible power guarding it.

There is a woman with a nice face, smiling in the painting, just like Sajia in front of her.

With a sigh, Sajia spoke softly like a babble, "A long, long time ago, this was my home. After I left last time, I never came back..."

With the words, her hair was slowly tangled and weaved, and gradually turned into poisonous snakes-just like the woman in the painting.

"You shouldn't break into my home—"