A Sorcerer’s Journey

Mm-hmm.

This……

Flying towards his own hunter's castle, far away, Green was caught in sight by an alfresco banquet hosted by his neighbor, and it was incredible inside.

A fierce campfire burned on the front lawn fire frame of the Ming Wizard's neighbor's castle, with a wide variety of fruit plates and wine on seven or eight tables. More than twenty men and women wizards danced around the campfire song with a passionate music beat, and the laughter came out of their hearts.

Every wizard is happy and looks kindly at his companions.

In their eyes, they look like companions, their true relatives.

It was a special emotion that seemed to exist between Yorkris and Yorkleanna, unspeakable, if not unimaginable, intimacy between the dark wizards and friendship, trust and warmth between the wizards.

“These… are the lives of the enlightened wizard?” Green eyes in the sky shook.

Yes...

Ever since the faceless mask wizard took control of the ship sailing deep in the gemstone sea, the moment the faceless mask exploded with one finger of an innocent sailor, Green's original fate changed fundamentally, from a camp of enlightened wizards headed for Lilith's Cabin to a camp of horrible, brutal, dark wizards at Black Sota College.

Cruel victory and defeat on the ship, the indomitable low profile of the Black Sota rookie during his three years with all kinds of cursed assassinations, bloody grinding disc rookie trials, regional wars to eliminate the Apprentice of the Wizard...

The Academy of Dark Wizards is gradually cultivating an ordinary sorcerer apprentice as a killer monster adapted to various cruel conditions, and these killer monsters have even begun to lose some fundamental joy, trust among people.

Instead of looking at these witches...

I can't help but feel a little sour and jealous deep in Green's heart as a dark wizard!

Isn't it too costly for the world of wizards to cultivate the most qualified dark wizards in their ideas? Are you paying too much for the fact that you, the dark wizards, are just trying to survive?

Why is it clear that human beings are also wizards of the world, and why can these wizards have intimate partners around them and be encouraged by the system of rules, while dark wizards are left alone to endure the pain of inner solitude?

Why is the Wizard College so unfair? Wizard, why is the world so unfair? Why is fate so unfair?

Why are those seemingly powerful dark wizards, seemingly overbearing dark wizards in front of people who can only be a lonely wretch with their tails clamped and struggling?

What good is the constant pursuit of a powerful dark sorcerer compared to an open sorcerer?

There is no benefit at all!

Dark Wizards seem to possess powerful personal power and can reap more benefits than Ming Wizards, but these so-called benefits are still just tools for Dark Wizards pursuing power. Dark Wizards are just a puppet that constantly adds to themselves and replaces a variety of advanced mechanical ringers.

Even if a dark wizard is stronger, it's just a piece of chess under the wizard system.

Anti-Ming Wizard, at least… Ming Wizard is truly alive, has more of his own life philosophy pursuit, has his own life meaning and value system, has his own happiness and pain, not a mechanical puppet monster who only knows to live for the sake of killing.

Green had a rough breath and gasped heavily.

All of a sudden, Green is in shock!

shook his head violently, Green's eyes under the pale mask revealed deep pain and self-reproach.

What the hell is wrong with me? I can't believe I'm showing such weakness. This weakness has no use at all!

Whether it's the cold winter in memory of early childhood, following Old Ham to work at the Viscount's house, or the fateful wars that will follow the life of the Black Soda Wizard College, or even the world of wizards, this weakness is the most luxurious and useless thing.

Myself, to envy the life of the Wizard of Ming?

Indeed……

Is the deepest part of you just a weak little fellow, just a wretch struggling with his inexorable desire for destiny and the future?

Green gritted his teeth tightly, on the one hand looking at the glimmers of joy on the ground, this scene, so like that wonderful time; on the other hand, holding his fist tightly, trying to abandon all the cowardice deep in his heart.

No, no, no!

These witches, they're just a bunch of pathetic bugs.

Intimate and joyful living among your peers?

But during the Regional Academy War, how unspeakably painful it would be for these wise witches to watch their companions die, but to be powerless and to turn their heartfelt emotions into their backs!

This pain is the pain of Yorkleanna.

It is only after experiencing this pain that every enlightened wizard has an idea that belongs to him. Is it to protect his companions from dying in front of him, to make the world of wizards stronger and thus to shoulder the responsibility of being oppressed against dark wizards, to make those who give too much to the world of wizards no longer appear...?

After the regional war, on the balloon launch in front of the Seven Rings Santa, Green met with Rosenie, and Green did not see any anger, pain, hatred in her eyes, but only steadiness, calm and sympathy.

Weren't the surviving Wizard Apprentices told anything after the regional war?

And this information that has been told has radically changed the mindfulness of those mindfulness wizards about the dark wizards, prompting them to become psychologically mature, aware of some of their responsibilities and abandoning the childish, radical, and even some self-reproach and sympathy for themselves, the dark wizards "poor bastards”?

Poor fate of the Ming and the Dark Shaman. Blame who?

Blame the exalted true wizards, blame the world of wizards?

The so-called great true spiritual wizards are also just a group of pathetic insects who have had to take all extremely effective measures for the civilizational inheritance of the wizards and the continuation of mankind. Even with their wisdom, they have guessed that their cruelty will inevitably be met with the curse of the later generations, but they will have to do so.

As for the wizard world, it is the ultimate pathetic creature whose life enters the countdown, because of its desire to survive, it has to excite the full energy shine of its final life in order to gain a glimmer of destiny.

What can we blame for the wizarding world and the great, high-spirited wizards?

To blame Abyss civilization and destiny?

But if the wizard world defeats the abyss civilization, what will happen to the endless world, will there also be a group of abyss people who breathe bitterly to lament fate?

But what is destiny?

No!

Wizards are creatures that never believe in destiny, because wizards are rational creatures, a bunch of creatures that don't give in to themselves and run away from reason.

The world of witches only blames itself for its weakness, blames itself for its pride, blames itself for its current weakness, which is witch reason. And it is these emotions that are deepest in the soul of every wizard in the world of wizards, which in turn converge into the original will of the world of wizards, the heart of the world.

Gradually, Green completely suppressed his volatility and tended to stabilize.

Poor bastard?

Humph...

If the wizard world is a wretch, what are the exotic worlds conquered by the wizard world, the pathetic creatures that become slaves to the soul?

They don't even have a chance to be pathetic!

Green glanced at himself and smiled.

What kind of light and dark wizard pitiful is merely a manifestation of his weakening emotions. Shouldn't it be his duty to pay the price of some individuals in the region for the wizard world of the common home of mankind?

There are always people in this world who need to give more, and even if this so-called giving is something that others cannot understand, they are still great.

It's like the Wizard World Competition Elimination Rule arranged by a true spiritual wizard, and the ignorant bottom will never understand the true meaning of it.

Because what they see is their own miserable fate.

Without these cruel rules, even the so-called fate would disappear.

……

With a flash of space, a drunken, twisted and unstable Eight Brothers appeared on Green's shoulder. It took one wing to lay on Green's face to barely keep him from falling off Green's shoulder.

Brother Ba shook his head and seemed to wonder how he suddenly appeared here, then saw Green's pale mask.

“Haha, it turns out that your little bastard is back. He came here just in time to have a drink with Master Ba. He won't let you pick up bones today. Hahaha, this is the real life the wizards deserve. What witches and dark wizards... After the death of the old bastards, those indifferent little bastards divided the wizards into light and dark wizards, and did this? Really his bird bullshit, how did you and his bird become a dark wizard...”

Brother Ba's mouth was full of nonsense, Green pale mask glanced at it, knowing that it was completely drunk, after humming cold, he held his wings and threw it into the dimensional gap.

Many mingling wizards carrying songs and dances saw a pair of dark wizards dressed in Green. Most wizards hesitated for a moment and laughed at Green. They didn't say much, and continued to do their thing. Only Green's neighbor came.

“Uh, hello, I'm Angele.” The Wizard smiled and handed Green a glass of wine.

Green simply performed the witch etiquette, but the indifference was still a thousand miles away, taking over the other party's wine, but because wearing a pale mask had no meaning to taste, he said calmly: “I am Green. ”

“Mmm.”

The Ming Wizard nodded, pointing to the many happy Ming Wizards behind him: “You know, this is how we Ming Wizards always get together and have a good time, hopefully not to disturb you. Well, this eight has character, but we just think of it as a friend, and it doesn't mean anything. ”

Green nodded casually when he saw the old wizard full of sincerity.

“It doesn't matter. Every hunter's castle has a silent junction that doesn't bother him.” So Green went on to say, "As for the eight brothers, although they belong to me, they are my primitive soul servants, in symbiotic partnership with me, not my slaves. So if you're willing to be friends, do as you please. ”

After a brief exchange, Green finally looked at the wizards who were enjoying their songs on the neighbor's lawn and returned alone to their hunter's castle.

The shadow of solitude contrasts sharply with the joy and liveliness not far away.

Visually, Green left Angele with two glasses, sighing low: "Are you already enjoying loneliness and loneliness because you don't have much emotion? The Dark Wizard is, as his mentor put it, a poor bunch of boring people, a killing machine specially bred by the Holy Tower. ”

After that, Angele looked at the glass that was still in her hand and swallowed up the wine that had been served to Green. As the rhythm of the music twisted and walked back, the bonfire reflected his constant happiness.

In the dark, several female Asians looked down and picked up the rubbish from the open-air campfire banquet, watching the wizards carrying songs and dancing happily.

Yet no wizard has ever seen them before.

Because in the minds of the wizards, they have been automatically filtered, like a street lamp, a puppet, without any regard for their existence.

They are just slaves without any destiny to speak of.