I'm in Demacia, I just became a mage

The screech of the war knives cutting through the air was about to destroy the only sun in her heart, and she could clearly feel the extremely deep darkness contained in those blades.

the sun is dying

fell.

So the demons holding swords couldn't wait to show their pleasure, greed, and bloodthirsty.

They each took a fancy to a section of the luxurious robe, and their sharp war knives assumed the function of a table knife, gesturing to cut off that piece to feast on.

The sun fell when Shurima collapsed. The rune wars don't need the sun. The light is too dazzling to be extinguished.

The picture seemed to be frozen, Zoe's dim eyes stared at the sun, something was reflected in the blue, and her eyes focused.

Ah, he is blinking at me, the sun's eyes are black, and there are stars in them, so beautiful.

Zoe's ears heard the continuous rainstorm, the roar of thunder, the scream of swords tearing through the air, and the excited roar of a young man, but she just heard that sound, like the legendary words from the gods.

"Smile." He said, his voice was as gentle as the wind blowing from afar in March in Yangchun.

The sun wants to see me smile, and my mother also said that Zoe's smile is the prettiest.

So Zoe will return a bright smile, which is the return of the warm wind.

But no matter how you pull it, something is always wrong, the delicate little face is like a stiff stone.

She couldn't laugh, she just pouted her lips, suppressing herself from crying.

sorry.She told the sun that a great sadness overwhelmed her, that the sun had never seen my smile before, nor would he ever see it again.

I am sorry.

The boy on the other side sentenced the sun to death, and was besieged by so many warriors that even the prophet spellcaster in his own tribe could not escape death.

So he continued to enjoy his booty with peace of mind, the saber slashed across the little skirt, bark!It was the sound of cloth breaking.

The sound was like a devil whispering in the ear, and the blood spurted in the heart chamber, ignited by the whisper, and then ignited the fire all over the body, burning away the shackles called morality.

"Ho! Ho!" Accompanied by the boy's heavy panting, like a beast.

At the same time, the sword finally fell on the sun.

Shasha~

The strange thing is that what was heard was not the joy of flesh and blood being separated under the sharp blade - in the astonished eyes of the soldiers, what happened to the previous warrior began to appear on the warrior closest to the mysterious man.

"Huh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The weird hot wind took away the gravel that made up the human body, and the screams even suppressed the overwhelming thunder, making people stand upside down with hairs all over their bodies.

Immediately afterwards, like a plague, all the soldiers began to scream. They rushed towards the sun like moths to a flame, and then vaporized in the boundless light and heat.

The sun started to walk into the house, the footsteps were unhurried, the screams around him were like a salute to welcome him, but also like an elegy for themselves.

The dim yellow torch made a beeping sound, the room was much brighter, and the floor was covered with a layer of shiny gravel.

It's a golden carpet for the sun.

Not too long, not too long, when the last scream disappeared, the sun stood in front of Zoe.

"The devil! You are the devil! Ah! Don't come here! Ah!"

The boy still couldn't completely tear off Zooey's skirt at this time, but he didn't dare to face the sun, so he hurriedly lifted his pants, screaming frantically, wanting to step back.

Quite logically, he accidentally stepped on the gravel, slipped, and fell to the ground, but the yelling continued.

He didn't even have time to get up, he just flinched back on all fours in panic.

Like shadows shrunk hurriedly in the sun.

The sun stared at him, "I have heard people say that in war, everyone is a victim."

"Others say that this world is the law of the jungle, and the weak lose everything."

"I don't think it's right, the world shouldn't be like this."

The boy was trembling and speechless, his brown eyes were full of confusion.

How could it be otherwise?We won!Is it wrong for the winner to enjoy everything?This is what we paid for with our lives!

correct.

So he must be the devil, this is the devil's words, deceitful words to confuse people!

"You seem to think that you are right, just right."

"I'm stronger than you now, then"

The devil in front of him moved, and a delicate woman-like palm stretched out from under the luxurious robe, grabbed the boy by the neckline and lifted him up.

With a fist clenched in his right hand, the golden light of the power of ascension lit up and then went out again.

The unpretentious punch set off a ferocious gale and directly hammered the boy's face, like a hammer hitting an iron felt.

"Then why don't you just die!"

This punch, 5000 years of truth.

Chapter 11 The Sun and Twilight ([-])

That punch directly shattered the boy's tall nose.

As we all know, the nose is one of the flaws of human beings, but it will not be killed immediately. It belongs to the lower genitals or tibia, which will be sore when hit by a little force, so that tears flow down the face and cry for mother. .

The boy didn't have time to scream, he only opened his mouth, turned his head to the side, tears seemed to be sprayed out directly, his nose was rotten, and blood gushed out from the beating, but it seemed like an oil sauce shop had opened.

Ah no, it's a smell.

"Ah!" After a while, the pain came back, and the boy suddenly screamed.

I kill you devil! He stared resentfully at the spellcaster in front of him, and fumbled for the dagger at his waist with the other hand.

"You always blame the war for all your animal deeds,

Ah, war has turned men into monsters! "

"Fuck you! Aren't you bastards born to look like dogs? How can war be so dirty? Apologize to war, bastard!"

Another straight punch was punched up, and then the gravel spread on the floor was like chains, locking the boy's limbs and hanging him in the air.

Zoe was curled up on the ground before, and then the sand surrounded her and formed a sheet.

It is warm, clean gravel heated by the sun, um, it smells of the sun.

She felt that the sand on the floor was warm and could be closer to the sun, so she spread it out a little, but such a small movement made her sweat profusely.

My left hand hurts so much.

She turned over stubbornly and stabbed!The tattered and wet skirt was finally broken, and now it looked like a piece of dirty and torn cloth, a large amount of delicate white skin was exposed in the air, a pair of calves were slightly close together, and there was looming darkness winding up.

Sister Hilal, if it's the sun, then it's fine.

Zooey didn't look at the boy who gave her nightmares. Although there was still fear in her sapphire-like eyes, she now looked forward to that figure carefully.

The boy's head was already covered in blood, and at first glance, his face was red and purple, and the position of his eyes seemed to be crowded by swelling, as abrupt as a goldfish.

"The devil... the devil..." His breath was vague, and his mosquito-like voice complained in vain.

Zooey just watched that devilish boy being burned by the sun's rays.

She didn't feel happy, she just wanted to see the sun more, so she hoped that the boy would not die.

Of course the sun did not allow him to die. This scene directly touched the memory of the nation hidden deep in his heart.

Trigger Eureka: A Hundred Years of Humiliation!

How can he die?How could he die so easily?I just happened to catch something as damned as a Japanese devil, how could he die so easily?

So the evil ghost could only stare with resentful eyes, resentfully tasting the deliberately prolonged pain before death.

The ghost died in the end, he should have died, and at the moment of his death, he even felt a sense of relief, thinking that it might be better if he was drowned in the potty at the first moment of his life.

The evil ghost was still not completely dead, his soul was locked by the sun before being devoured by the wolf spirit, just like his comrades in arms.

Their destination is not under the Kiss of the Wolf, but in the Shadow Isles.After all, evil spirits can’t be misnamed, right?

Ah, it is still called Blessed Island at this time, but it’s okay, put him in the deepest prison—the lamp of the soul, and the warden will come to receive the prisoners.

Professional things should be done by professional people. As a former emperor, it is especially good to select talents to do this.

So in the end, only a pile of women's bodies, a pile of gravel, and two people remained in the whole house.

"Don't catch a cold." The sun stretched out his hand to let the skirt cover those white skins, and then the wet skirt dried up in an instant, as if he had sunbathed all afternoon on a sunny summer day.

It's the smell of the sun.Zooey sniffed, as if she was half a beat behind, or didn't understand what he said?In short, she pushed the skirt away a little, exposing more white tenderness to the air.

"I'm hot." She said, her voice hoarse and immature, her eyes fixed on the person in front of her, bold and fiery, Zoe has always expressed her favorite things directly.

Of course, in this paragraph, she was purely imitating the behavior of those big sisters in the tribe, which she saw quietly when she was catching rabbits in the grass.

"No, you're cold." A pile of new gravel emerged from the sun's hand. These gravels shone with crystal light, like polished jewels, or stars plucked from the sky.

Then the gravel buried Zooey, leaving only a small head, and she could only pouted like this to protest.

Then she became sad again. She watched him manipulating the quicksand and buried the corpses of his people in the sand tomb one by one. According to the custom, Zoe sang the lament of Rakkor for his father, mother and people.

The previous crying had already made her lose her voice, so Zooey could only mouth-synthesize, and let the wind sing the rest.

But soon she couldn't care less about grief—the sun was leaving.

"Take me away, Sun." Zoe said, take me away, anywhere, as long as you can.

"Hehe, I'm not the sun." He said with a smile, "The place I'm going to is very dangerous, you can't go there."

The voice was still warm, but Zooey only felt a deep chill all over her body, as if something grabbed her leg from the bottom of the abyss and pulled her down, a kind of despair like drowning.

"Well, but it won't work to put you here."

So her eyes lit up with these words again, like dazzling stars.

Zoe finally got his wish, and they spent a pleasant trip together. Sun is a very talkative and knowledgeable person. He often teaches himself knowledge, from the sun, the moon, the stars, to everything around him.

Sometimes they will cast magical spells, allowing themselves to see tiny bugs that are usually invisible on stones, or take themselves to fly out of the sky to see the real sun.

The real sun is bright and warm, but not as warm as the sun around you.