Candy Wizard and Travel

"Wow!"

She heard sounds beyond the water, and her ears filled with wind.

Because her whole body was blown away, knocked out of the water, hit the dome hard, and then fell down like the tiles of a broken house.

"Pfft!"

I encountered something beyond my cognition, and it was difficult to understand who it was, whether it was a human being, and how to have that kind of power...

Countless confusions lingered in Clarice's heart, but her behavior did not stop because of this. Without a trace of hesitation, she stood up again, just like countless nights in the past when she faced the dead. There was never a way out, and she had no way out. Will choose a retreat.

It is impossible to go wrong with some basic things. A person can only have one soul. No matter what it is, it is not Xi Di, so it cannot stay here for a long time.

At this moment, the black water moved again, splitting in the middle like in the legend.

When the tide receded, Clarisse stood up awkwardly and looked at the figure holding the wand over there.

This time it's me.

The witch of the new moon had forgotten the last time she was in such a mess. She laughed out loud, "What? It's so strange. In the end, we ended up face to face."

Xi Di was the one who least understood the situation. He rushed over and saw Clarice falling from the sky. He was still wondering if this was an ambush?

Now it seems that something happened that neither of them knew about.

In short, the advantage now lies with him.

He didn't mean to say anything more. He had already said all he needed to say in the past month. He just raised his wand.

"There is still magic power," Clarisse picked up the scythe and smiled in surprise, "Just right, let's continue the last battle and don't hold back this time."

"You don't need to say it."

Shining magic power gathered in front of the wand, and a series of magic cannons tracked Clarisse.

Xi Di will not make another mistake. He cannot let the other party get close to him. The place where the scythe can touch is Clarice's harvesting range.

With a thought, a broom appeared in his hand. It was also the original one. It was older than Irena's one and seemed to be a real tool for cleaning.

During the battle, Clarice also didn't like to talk. She stepped on her broom and shuttled through the dense and shiny barrage, but Hidi's skill in operating magic was like her wielding a sickle, and there were always demons that she could not escape. The bomb exploded in front of her, and in that flash of light, they could see each other's faces clearly.

The sound of wind, explosions, and the sound of waving a sickle were the only sounds in the empty and dark space for a while.

Clarisse seemed to be tireless and in pain, attacking again and again.

"Is your magic power enough?"

She paused in mid-air, her laughter carrying this inquiry.

As a magician, her level is also first-rate, and she can't make mistakes in basic magic calculations.

Xi Di was silent for a moment and raised her hand in the darkness.

"In this month, I have learned a lot of techniques for using souls. The magic power of soul transformation is very powerful, at least it consumes slower than your physical strength."

"Isn't your soul there?"

"No, it's not mine, but something you once pursued." Xi Di raised her hand, and in the gray light of her palm, the broken sphere floated quietly, "You said before that you forgot where to put the fragments. .”

Clarice was silent for a long time in the darkness and stopped laughing, "I see, is it in that book..."

In her autobiography, the book was written after she became a witch in order to commemorate her mother and inspire the nation. Naturally, there is no more appropriate place to store the fragments of her mother's soul than that.

Unfortunately, the original obsession has long been forgotten, and the book has been collecting dust in the corner for a long time.

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The gorgeous magic like fireworks no longer lights up, and there is only the sound of the rising tide in the empty darkness.

Clarisse rested on her friend's lap, quietly spending the last and most peaceful moment in her life.

The past that made her as straight and sharp as a sword fell gently at this moment.

"So far...it seems like nothing has been done."

"Didn't you do a lot? You have fought in this country for 300 years, saved countless families, and guided the path of many young people."

Hidi leaned against the wall tiredly. The black water surged and hit his knees. From time to time, it covered Clarice's neck on his lap. It was as warm as a bath, making people drowsy.

It's not that they reconciled, it just happened that they ran out of energy.

If Clarice's body had died later in reality, he would be lying on the ground right now.

The soul fragments of Clarice's original mother brought from that autobiography have all been converted into magic power, about one-third of his normal amount. The magic released filled this space... Even so, he almost lost. .

The witch who has lived for 300 years has carved all the skills of fighting into her soul. The magic shield that Xidi maintained with all her strength was broken several times.

It's a skill, that thin body can erupt with eye-catching violence from all kinds of incredible angles.

Fortunately, she died of illness.

No amount of talent can erase this 300-year gap. The biggest disparity is not even experience, but determination.

In the past long month and the dangerous battle just now, Xidi had the idea of ​​giving up many times.

Just treat it as a dream?

In the end, it was his obsession with Teacher Fran that pulled him out of the swamp of decadence. His future, and the future of him and Fran, could only be held in his own hands, and no one else could.

If he was asked to define this farce, Xidi could only use the word "long" to describe it.

This was a trial, and beyond the trial, he grew.

At least that's what Hidi thinks.

"I don't want to do those things at all..." Clarice's body exuded transparent light, turning into particles of brilliance bit by bit, her face was regretful and sad, "I don't want to do those things at all, I don't hate it or like it, There is no fluctuation in my heart, but the most sad thing is that I don’t know what I want to do anymore..."

At the end of life, there is nothing to worry about. It comes from nothingness and returns to that empty nothingness.

Xidi casually talked about the things he liked, "In terms of life...the family I care about, the people I depend on and rely on, the scenery I want to see, the delicious food...probably these."

Her mind seemed to be stuck in ice, and all her thoughts were about to freeze. Clarice held onto Hidi's hand and conveyed the last words she wanted to say.

When things like last words are used, how can there be time to explain them?

"Say sorry to me and mom, and you..." Her fingers gradually became transparent, and her words were blurred, "I really... broke my promise."

She whispered something at last, but Hidi's spirit had reached its limit and her head drooped.

Faced with such a helpless thing, Clarice just smiled, adjusted her expression seriously, and tried hard to move her hands to put them on her chest, but failed.

The deceased's mourning clothes were full of wrinkles and her posture was not serious, but looking at her expression, people could understand that she walked peacefully.

The turbulent black water surged up and swallowed everything like a tsunami.

……

Xi Di opened her eyes, and her field of vision was filled with white flowers.

The medicine has worn off.

The magic power is like a surging river, rushing all the way to the sea at the end of the world. It has come to an end at this time, and the body that has been drained is already full. The wounds on the wrists that were scratched by sharp thorns at an unknown time are flowing with sparkling starlight liquid.

——The battery is fully charged.

He looked up and saw that the blooming white flowers had already climbed all over the mountain, draining the soil of nutrients and withering immediately after blooming.

Life, death and prosperity are all being staged on this low mountain.

Xi Di struggled to get out of the vines that climbed up her calves and stood up.

The new moon has been obscured by clouds at this moment, which may indicate the rain in the next few days. At this time, the not light wind suddenly blows, and the sky is filled with white flowers. After absorbing the magic power, they emit crystal white light, like the moon. The last shower of moonlight.

Clarice's body was buried here. The winding vines transitioned from green to gray. Under the dim light, only the gray color could be seen vaguely.

This is the end of Crescent Moon Witch.

Xidi wanted to cover the soil with magic so that her body would not be eaten by wild beasts, but she couldn't find the wand.

Teacher Fran's wand was not brought over because she was used to the normal output and the weak magic power could not even make it react. She only brought another ancient wand, which can no longer be found.

"Where did it fall?"

After thinking about it, he picked up Clarisse's scythe.

It was cast from a special metal and was originally designed to kill casualties with the highest efficiency. Over a long period of time, it was soaked in magic power and turned into a wand-like existence, capable of running magic power smoothly.

Xi Di struggled to lift the weapon and injected it with magic power. It contained it without any hesitation, flickering with fluorescence and trembling softly. She did not resist Xi Di's use. After all, although it was only passed down in Clarice's hands, , but the magic power of each master is still slightly different, so accepting new magic power is not a problem.

Compared with the wand, it is also rougher and has a wider flow of magic power, which means there is more room for manipulation. In Clarice's hand, she can even activate several magic spells at the same time - Chidi can do it too, but Only those with low strength, too much will break it. He cherishes the current wand very much.

The strange wand in his hand has been polished smooth enough. It is excellent both for carrying magic power and as a weapon. However, Hiddi has no intention of taking it away. It is not his thing. He wants to take it back and return it to Clarice's mother. Let's borrow it now.

The lights were turned on, and Hidi found the old wand. It was broken. It was obvious that no battle had occurred in reality.

Hidi put it silently into the pocket of her robe.

Then came another body.

Magic power surged out. It had been a month since she had used magic power so freely, and due to her unfamiliarity with the wand, Xi Di turned the entire mountain over and filled the valley below, including Clarice's bones.

The good news is that there's no way those scavengers can pull them out anymore.

Those flowers were also buried underground.

Xi Di held the sickle in silence for a long time.

"I broke my promise too."

He said that he wanted to prepare a cast-iron coffin for Clarice, but it seemed impossible now, and he would not turn the body out and bury it again.

But as for roses and roses...

Bring it tomorrow.

His head was still heavy, and he suddenly thought of Clarice's last words.

Xi Di pursed her lips and sighed softly while standing in the open space.

"Instead of apologizing, it would be better not to do anything that would make my mother sad in the first place."

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The movement here naturally attracted the attention of the members of the Crescent Society. When they came to see the overturned valley, they couldn't help but become nervous, but there was no trace of the monsters when they looked everywhere.

Someone suggested that everyone come and turn the valley over. The leading captain said that this was a good idea, but it had to be slightly modified. It was not "everyone comes" but "he comes".

The captain's eyesight is of course better than that of the newcomer. He can see that this is definitely not the level of precision that a monster can achieve. It is probably a passing magician. As for why he has to fill a mountain... who knows what the crazy person is thinking?

Unfortunately, there is a high degree of overlap between magicians and mental illness.

Finally, mark it and let it go.

……

Xidi stayed outside the city all night with the sickle in his arms. His spirit was up and down. He could feel that something new was brewing, but he couldn't tell it. He could only wait for time to hatch.

The city guard in Helvey does not open the door at night.

The people of the Crescent Society were responsible for night patrols while cleaning up the dead. There were also thieves in the past who entered the country and committed crimes without any understanding.

Now people can still see him on the street. On the street at night, he walks as he did before his death, his expression full of confusion.

Someone suggested putting up a sign saying "Undead inside, be careful at night", like "Vicious dogs inside", but this was rejected.

Xidi came in through the main entrance for the second time.

The city guard was not the same as last time, and even if he was, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize him.

Wearing a patternless black robe all over his body and holding a strange long object in his arms, he couldn't be more conspicuous to the city guards. After a while, someone wearing a black robe from the Crescent Society came over.

"Um, please..."

Xidi took off her hood.

The cadre who looked familiar stood up straight immediately and saluted as he did to Clarice:

"Long time no see, Mr. Hidi!"

"Hello, I remember you are...that one, right?" Xi Di vaguely said the pronunciation of his name.

The Crescent Society cadre responded loudly again, "Yes, you actually remember my name. It's very scary."

"It's nothing, I remember Clarice remembering all of your names."