When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

In the room, the fire was crackling and burning, but no matter how strong the flame was, it couldn't dispel the chill that penetrated into the bone marrow.This is the province of Tosnano, located in the northwest of the mainland. The cold wave from the tundra fell on this land prematurely, and several feet of snow buried the fields and roads, making the Grand Mage Tower in the outskirts Like an isolated island standing in the snow field.

It's too cold... The old man sitting by the bed raised his head. His meticulous attire was messed up after several days of nursing care. The cane, it was a very gorgeous and exquisite thin staff, completely in his style, but over the years, he had long been used to the existence of this thing.Gently raised the staff, but the old man was at a loss, what could he do?A weather manipulation to stop the damn snow, or light a few more fires?Is it really these that make him feel so cold...

"Old stuff..."

A weak call brought him back to his sanity, the old man put down the staff in his hand, and grabbed the other hand with his skinny palm full of age spots.

"You're awake." He slowed down his voice, trying to keep his tone as natural and friendly as possible, "Would you like something to eat? I asked the maid to make some hot porridge, it tastes pretty good..."

"Ha..." The person on the bed let out a soft laugh, and took a few breaths with difficulty, "Lied to myself...or, question the Dafa of prophecy..."

A dry smile condensed on the old man's face, and after a long time, he finally opened his mouth again, "You have fought against the goddess of fate for a lifetime, but you fell at the last hurdle, which really disappoints me..."

"Oh, come on..." The voice was weak and intermittent, but there was still a trace of gentle sarcasm, "Ricky...excitement, also, it's useless..."

Yeah, of course he knows that death is equal to any human being... at least most of them...

The fire in the fireplace was still crackling and burning, and the orange flames shone in the bedroom, casting a hazy halo on the bodies of the two.The man on the bed seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep again, and after a while, his fingers suddenly twitched.

"...I dreamed about the past..." The voice was very soft, with a kind of ambiguity that had not yet woken up.

"What?" The old man couldn't help getting closer, he is now past the age where he can boast of his hearing.

"In the past... when I was young, when..." The volume was slightly louder, but it was still so vague.

"The past..." The old man chewed the word. He is over 160 years old now, has too much past and too long youth, but when he heard this word, the first thing that came to mind was a small room. Half of the dormitory was dirty and messy, while the other half was spotless. Two young children were standing beside two adjacent beds, glaring at each other.

"Remember..." As if amused by some memory, the voice let out a low cough, "...the noble dog..."

"Ha, at least it's much better than the idiots from the local tyrant's house." The old man also let out a chuckle, and in his dusty memory, something was suddenly polished, emitting a soft glow.He suddenly remembered that in the past so long ago, he was still a young master from a down-and-out noble family, crushed by inferiority and arrogance, full of unrealistic ambitions, and cynical arrogance.And that guy, that stupid kid who was stuffed with exquisite food, wore gorgeous clothes, and had a lot of property to inherit, but ran to the Mage Academy...

"Ha, Richie...you're just...jealous..."

"What are you jealous of? Your bloated figure, your disgusting temper, or your living habits that are inferior to that of a pig in the country?"

"... oh, old stuff... sometimes... it's... nasty..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know..."

The old man showed a smile, and held the trembling hand even tighter. He was as old and thin as himself.He was jealous, he used to be so jealous, jealous of that round-faced boy's rich wealth, jealous of his innocence and fearlessness that didn't know the sufferings of the world, and even more jealous of his magical talent that was far superior to ordinary people and almost incomparable.In those years, he used to hate him so much, but he still couldn't look away.

"Damn it... so long..." The body on the bed shook slightly, as if struggling to sit up, but collapsed on the bed powerlessly, "What's his name... Ruen... Kane... Dean?"

"Kailas." The old man stretched out his hand and held down the aggressive friend. "Kailas Disator."

Needless to say, the first enemy they beat together.For the two geniuses, it was not difficult to become an intermediate apprentice, but it was delayed for a whole year because of this case.But even for himself who was still so selfish and arrogant at that time, he never had the slightest regret.He only lost a year, but gained a lifelong friend.

"Oh, yes... flat nose, Dito." A slight tremor came from the palm of his hand, and the man even scratched the back of the old man's hand. He seemed extremely happy at this moment. "What about him... the black robe...?"

"He failed to become Dafa."

This sentence is over. If you don’t become a great mage, you only have the lifespan of a mortal. Maybe it was buried in the loess as early as 7 or 80 years ago... In an instant, the atmosphere in the room cooled down again. After leaving the quiet old friend, the old man suddenly had a burst of regret, he shouldn't have said it, maybe he should...

"Great..." After a long time, the person on the bed suddenly grunted, "Fortunately you...are...a genius like me..."

There was no unwillingness or fear in this voice, only a trace of real satisfaction and joy.The old man's eyes were suddenly moist, he understood what he meant, he understood it too well.

If you don't devote all your life to magic, then magic won't smile favorably on you... This is a proverb that any mage on the Oren continent understands, but few people can really do it, not just Because of talent.When a mage spends his whole life indulging in this pure world made of elements, in the ocean of knowledge and power, everything will be far away from him, no family, no relatives, no children, and if he is lucky, at the end of his life You may meet a disciple who is smart enough to pass on everything you have, but more often, you will end your life alone in your own Grand Master Tower.

However, how lucky he is to have met such a friend who can walk shoulder to shoulder with him, and to step into the highest hall of the Archmage together.Although they have completely different beliefs and clear codes of conduct, there has never been suspicion, estrangement, betrayal or separation between them, and they have just supported each other and walked through this life.

Only... each other.

The old man's eyes drifted away. In his mind, there were so many memories, bitter, sad, ecstatic, and angry. In almost every picture, there was the presence of the other party.He once yelled at him so loudly, "Curiosity will kill you one day!", and he almost got into a fight with the other party over a deadly dark spell... They are like two poles of a magnet, but opposite Inseparable, tightly glued together by fate.But for such a fate, he has no regrets.

"...Unfortunately...I always thought that I would...you...live...longer..." The voice on the bed became softer and almost intermittent.

The old man withdrew his gaze and showed a bitter smile, "What gave you confidence? Because you are a prophecy master, you idiot... I have never seen such a prophecy mage who is so keen on taking risks..."

"But... it's... great!" The person on the bed laughed again, and if he was healthy, it might have turned into a deafening laugh, but now, there was only a vague trembling left.

"It's great..." The corners of the old man's eyes lit up with enthusiasm, "Yeah, that's great..."

They were born in the best era, when magic developed to its peak, inheritance, resources, magic schools everywhere... Any child with talent will not be buried easily, and the whole magic world is at their fingertips.At the same time, they were also born in the worst era. The power of the Mage Guild reached its peak, even catching up with the secular and theocracy. A part of the huge mage guild was firmly imprisoned by this big net.

They were so young and so reckless, thinking that magic could give them everything they wanted, freedom, power, strength... However, in the end, they found themselves deeply trapped in the net, and they didn't even have the strength to break free.However, they broke free, and paid a staggering price, so difficult that all epics would be eclipsed, but they broke free.

"An indescribably wonderful life that stunned everyone." The old man stretched out his other hand and held the other's withered palm together. "Casper, I think it's awesome too..."

A smile appeared on the corner of the man's lips, his fingers curled tightly, and he squeezed back.The room is so quiet, only the sound of crackling charcoal, and perhaps the sound of snow falling outside the window, so quiet that even breathing is inaudible... The old man suddenly trembled, and he found that the hand in his palm was slowly loosened. Collapsed, became pale, and remained motionless.

At this time, the clock struck midnight...

For a moment, what the old man felt was not sadness or anger, but the urge to laugh.Not even a second wrong, you goddamn prophet, would you suffocate if you weren't so keen on proving yourself right?Oh, you are dead indeed...

The old man slowly put down that hand, and picked up the magic staff that fell to the ground again. The slender and extravagant one looked like the product of a rich and prodigal family.The power of magic gleamed in the ruby ​​at the top of the staff, and he spoke a spell, the first spell most wizards learn: sleight of hand.

The magic wrapped the body on the bed, all the dust and sweat stains disappeared, the clothes became clean and tidy, the beard and hair were not messed up at all, and it was so neat that it could get up and go to the banquet immediately.

"The spell you hate the most..." The old man put down his staff, "It's flashy, but it's always so useful."

The man on the bed did not answer, and would never protest again.After a long time, the old man showed a smile. "Wait a little longer, my dear friend, it won't be long before we meet again."

In another world, another country.

The staff waved again, and in the fluctuation of magic, the two disappeared.

In 2546 after the cataclysm, the gray-robed archmage Casper Leopold died.

In the same year, Aldrich Barnett, the black-robed archmage, disappeared from the official history of Oren.

Although the disappearance of these two people caused Oren Continent to lose two top genius magic masters, the writings and experiences they left behind gave great encouragement and motivation to future generations, and also lit the last lamp for the Dharma-ending era. bright light.

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