The girl's figure was frozen in the ice.

Joey's eyes moved away from her and fell on Ginva. He couldn't say sad, because to him Cecilia was just a stranger who had met several times.

The alchemy potion took effect very quickly. Maybe she had just come into contact with it and the bar was ignited... but it was too late. Joey knew that if she had not seen the fire, she would never have rushed back.

Potions and people hanging on the clock tower?

It seems that the undead mage does not have the strength of the empty realm, otherwise there would be no need to test so carefully.

The hot wind crossed the road, and the big leaves of the lime tree shone brightly. The scenery ended in front of the bar steps, with the frozen corpse of the woman falling on the side of the black veil as the boundary: half the wind was sunny, half the ruins were broken. Coke, rocks, bricks and tiles formed a terrible disaster, and above this silence was filled with a silence of sorrow.

Only the red-haired girl with the same ice-paved snow is isolated in the summer scenery, like a microcosm of the humility and tranquility of the whole world.

"The Necromancer..."

The apprentice repeated this sentence.

His body was motionless, his chest was rising and falling slowly, and the glory of life was extinguished in his pupils. Ulier knew that he could do nothing and that nothing was useless. Cecilia was dead, and his Carrot Sister would never wait for him to express his feelings anymore. Who could he say to that strong green emotions and the promise of staying together?

"They are the mysterious people of Gavash, the country of the dead. They worship death and praise the end... in fact they are just a group of madmen." said the messenger.

As if confirming his words, there was a loud noise in the shop opposite the street. With clumsy efforts, a corpse eater finally broke through the locked door and let out an instinctive howl at the living.

The ring on Joey's hand lit up, and the ice climbed up the undead's legs and fixed it to the ground.

"Kill me." Uriel said softly, he didn't even look at the hissing corpse.

"Don't you hate the Dead Mage?"

"I just hate that I opened the door myself." The apprentice shook his head, "I should have died."

"The corpse eater killed her, and the necromancer awakened the corpse eater."

"So?" Uriel looked straight at Joey with his godless eyes. They were originally dark brown, but now they were only dull. "He is a mysterious creature, what can I do?"

"He turned out to be just an ordinary person," said the young man.

"I know." At this point, Urial also realized that it was not Sauron, but its owner, Joey, who really wanted to become a mysterious creature.

But he doesn't want to be mysterious, he doesn't like these things that go against common sense anymore.

"When we escaped, Cecilia was still alive. I told her that I would protect her with my life, but Cecila would not let me do this, because sometimes I could not help even if I had my life." The apprentice's words mixed with the rustling sound of the ashes being blown by the wind. "She was right, we are all ordinary people and were destined to live like this for the rest of our lives."

"Don't you want to avenge her?" the messenger asked.

"Revenge? What's the use?" Ulier replied, "Let me go with her. Hate is nothing more than self-deception. When you truly realize that you have lost the precious things of your life, there is no emotion that can replace regret."

Joey was silent. His eyes gradually blurred, as if he saw a silver-gray train slowly starting, the door closed without leaving any gaps, and then he rushed past like a meteor.

There are more corpse eaters on the street.

The young man was in a trance.

The next moment, the magic riot suddenly came, and the wind and frost turned into swords, cutting the undead who dared to pounce on it into the remains all over the ground.

The bones and flesh were sprinkled all over the floor.

Uriel couldn't help but roll his eyes. He knew that Joey was strong, but he had no idea that young people could reach this point - the undead creature that had brought disaster to him and Cecilia was only torn and ravaged in front of the messenger.

"Uriel, I don't think Cecilia would agree to your choice." The young man said in a hoarse voice, but this made him seem a little popular and would not make people mistakenly think that he was a kind of dead body. "Will you also pay for her death?"

These words made the apprentice stunned for a moment. He raised his head and looked at the girl's face. She still smiled slightly. When she took off her glasses, Uriel suddenly realized that soft beauty. The tears and blood made this smile particularly lovely. Before the fire could burn her flesh and blood, the familiar cheeks still had the tenderness and plumpness of the girl's life.

Cecilia's pupils were covered by frost and snow, just like the hazy star points when looking at the starry sky on the night of the flame moon.

The hair scattered behind him floated up, as if condensed in the flames in eternity.

Glorious and bright.

The deep sorrow saved him from the numbness of despair. Uriel burst into tears again without realizing it. His chest was cramped and he was sobbing that he could not breathe.

Cecilia is not the kind of person with a prominent personality. She is always timid, timid, and a little clumsy. The apprentice still remembers her panic when she first met her, but it is such a courageous girl who can muster up the courage for herself in the moment of life and death.

She died for me, Uriel asked herself, do you want to let her down, will she block the future that she can exchange for you?

He was uncontrollably shaken.

"But there is no future for you... Cecilia, you know, you know... that's not what I want."

Joey said calmly: "Uriel, you have to be clear that people don't live just for love or family."

"But I have no relatives. Who else can I live for except Cecilia?"

"For yourself, Uriel. Because life is born to live."

The young man stood in front of him and reached out to his apprentice:

“We have to be greater than the suffering we have experienced.”

The apprentice stared at Joey in a daze.

A warm current burst out from the heart, penetrated the limbs and penetrated into the bones and blood. He finally couldn't suppress it and knelt on the ground and cried loudly. In this hysterical cry, what was stirring up was a surging outward-driven airflow-

The flames of the soul burned, the magic stirred, and the clouds surging; the trunks of the linden trees on both sides of the road were broken by the wind, and the strong wind swept across all sides with fallen leaves and ashes.

A ray of nothingness bloomed from his forehead, carrying the tide of power that tugs on elements and consciousness, igniting extraordinary fire under the interweaving line of order.

Uriel heard the echoing bells in a daze; it was already the day when the sky was blazing, and the continuous sunlight was like a sharp arrow; the ice melted in the high temperature, and the illusory light smoke and mist spread out. The brilliant and brilliant flames were made of souls crystallized by pure consciousness and memory, and jumped up on the altar of life.

The order called magic originates from the fall of the sky, which builds a bridge between appearance and reality—

At this point, a new mystery was born.

Uriel looked at Cecilia, and the girl smiled at him in the light.

Life and death left a mark in his soul, and the apprentice suddenly understood what his existence was. He began to try to accept the change of fate, rather than using ordinary excuses to avoid change.

Ordinary is not mediocre. The life of ordinary people is naturally valuable. Every minute and every second they are looking forward to the next moment of rebirth in the fire.

When this turning point comes, all the sadness and joy that has been experienced will be released; they are combined into the trajectory that was once and now, and this incomplete trajectory is called destiny.

Because there will always be hope for the future.

...

When the smoke and dust disappeared and the light went out, only Joey could stand still.

Uriel raised his arm, held the young man's hand, then stood up and wiped his face with his sleeve.

The magic circled around him, "Can I join you?"

"What are you referring to?" Joey turned his head.

"Of course it's a battle against the necromancer-"

Hey, you thought you just ignited the fire...

The ring couldn't help but habitually wanted to hit him, but halfway through the writing, it stopped embarrassedly under the cold eyes of the young man.

Joey leaned out his hand and slowly passed by in front of him. A crystal clear sword appeared in his hand out of thin air.

It was a pure white sword, about one and a half long, with a blunt and round head, a wide and thin blade, and a blade without a sharp edge on the grip. Its existence seemed to be for chopping, with smooth and simple lines, but with a ferocious and ferocious momentum.

"Chloita stipulates that every mysterious person must participate in the battle within the scope of the Battle of Gavash." The messenger took a few steps back and watched the corpse eaters who surrounded him again after the wind was over.

"You are already one of them."

He handed the Ice Blade to his apprentice, and the handle was cold and cold.

Uriel took the sword, and the magic power flowed through the skeletal muscles. The power he never dared to imagine in the past was surging in his body - he easily grabbed the weapon.

The chaotic emotions flowed through his heart. Uriel distinguished it from the determination of sorrow, anger and the mixture of the two. He felt the girl's last thought, which was just as speechless as love.

"I don't know how to use it." The apprentice looked solemn and his heart beat hard, but he still couldn't help but whisper a reminder.

Joey didn't say anything, and had no expression on his face, and he didn't look at him anymore. His finger rings trembled, and the water mist that had not yet dissipated condensed into a string of characters in the air:

This is a sword-cutting sword, you are not an ordinary knight either...so just inject magic and cut them down. Son, will you raise your arms?

Uriel didn't say anything, he pursed his lips, his eyes firm as an apprentice or waiter had never had.

The young man passed by the apprentice, and Uriel was stunned for not understanding what the other party meant. But immediately he understood that this was giving him a chance to test the sword, because the corpse eater on the opposite side had already pounced on him with his sharp claws.

There are five in total.

They have no formation at all, and their stiff feet are extremely strong when they step on the ground; from their clothes, they can see that these undead were originally civilians in the city, but their faces are no longer distinguishable from men, women, and young. There is no blood flowing under the dead gray skin, and their bones and muscles are exposed in red and white.

The vocal cords of the undead vibrated and made a sound, sharp and sad like a jackdaw vulture in the swamp of the wilderness.

The air also vibrates and transmits sound.

The overlapping shadows flashed through the long street. In the past, Uriel could only feel the sound of the wind and the afterimages of rushing in; but now he held the sword with his nervous hands, but could see every move of the corpse eater.

The fire jumped.

Mobilizing magic power seemed to be the instinct of a mysterious creature. The apprentice stared at his enemy's mind and the process was completed unknowingly. He was caught off guard and saw the ice blade emitting a slightly fluorescent light. He quickly lifted the long stick in a hurry, and swung it forward without thinking.

But after Uriel swung his sword for a moment, he realized that the corpse eater had not yet entered the attack range of the sword-slashing sword-

His heart suddenly rose, and he wanted to retreat and found that Cecilia's body was behind him. The apprentice was in a dilemma for a moment.

However, unexpectedly, this sharp blade, which was already not short, suddenly moved with its sharp edge; a dazzling sharp light spit out from the tip of the sword, and the white wind turned into a semi-ring flying blade that broke away from the body, directly cutting the three corpse eaters in half in the air.

Uriel himself did not expect such a result. His sword almost lost its hand, and a spark was drawn out from the tip of the sword. The apprentice saw the dead body that forced him into a desperate situation a few minutes ago being cut in half five meters away, as if they were coming over to make him cut it.
To be continued...