A Sorcerer’s Journey

Nine days later.

Even with food from Furlead and Green's "rent”, the three Namors still live on a daily diet, starving and skinny face.

But as you can see, at least they're mentally healthy.

Greeting each and every locust familiar, he spends a great deal of time every day praying tirelessly to the god of extinguishing flames, maintaining a minimum of dignity in front of outsiders like Green and Critia.

Once married, Furlead can no longer pull herself out after seeing Critia like she did for the first time.

In his eyes, all that Green could see was love.

Although the material civilization of the locust people here has been extensively destroyed, the spiritual world is still enriched, with unlimited expectations for the future, expecting miracles from the great Flaming God, which is quite different from the material spiritual despair desired by the Wizard Hunter.

In this way, the fuller the spiritual life of the locust man, the more frustrated the face of suffering, the stronger the sign, it is not what the wizard wants to see!

All the wizards want to see is the destruction of the locust civilization, vanishing into history in an endless world!

On that day, Green, who was back at work in the evening, heard a messy, sad cry.

“Ah"

“wu wu wu wu...”

It was Namor, Natsuki and their mother crying.

Full Red stood silently with his head down and looked very depressed and nodded silently after seeing Green come in.

“What's wrong? ”

Green walked over to Critia and whispered down.

"It was the news of their father's death," critia said calmly and low. ”

“Mmm.”

It seemed to have been expected that his death was natural, and Green nodded in silence towards Full Redmer and then went to Namor and Na Moon to comfort him: "Life and death will never die, and your father's soul has returned to the great flaming God. ”

“wu wu wu wu...”

Namor, Na Moon and their mother are still crying.

While every locust celebrates the beauty of life and death, they never want it to happen to them and their loved ones to experience the separation between life and death.

…………

Ten days later.

“Those evil wizards have attacked our great world guardian in the capital city of Althea, and we at Sandalwood Fort must support them by striking a deadly blow at those reckless wizards and telling them who the world really belongs to! ”

The Temple of Darkness Sacrifice spoke hard in Temple Square, roaring.

Ever since the Temple of the Dark Extinction lost its holy light and sacrifices, messengers, and divine envoys could no longer summon any power of the Dark Extinction, the priests, while still respected by many believers, did not have any effective restraint on the precious form of human rights of some powerful locusts in this late life.

This lecture is the result of the impasse in negotiations between the Temple Sacrifice and the three locust lords in the city.

“The Flaming Soul World belongs to the Great Locust Clan! It's ours!”

“Evil Wizard...”

“Ho!”

A locust named after the temple sacrifice inspired the bloodthirsty locust shouted and growled, among them the youthful Furled.

He has the strongest faith in extinguishing the flaming god, believing that everything in the future will inevitably carry out divine authority with the flaming god, so that justice will defeat evil, light will defeat black, and the world of flaming souls will return to good peace from the new.

A distant locust leader hesitated, but eventually bit his teeth and turned away and did not intend to participate in the support operation.

As for the other two locust lords, they did not come.

The higher the Locust Man, the clearer the cognition, the clearer they know why they are doing all they can to cultivate the Flaming Soul Sword Path, so that one day they can become gods, so that they are cultivated in the night and day after day driven by ambition.

In today's late life, the lonely rulers of these small towns have regarded them as their own homes and their own personal possessions.

They just want to protect themselves and stop trying to defeat evil wizards on their own.

Just because… wizards are so powerful, so powerful that even some rumors make them feel deeply desperate.

All they want to do is protect themselves in this afterlife and live as long as possible, which is the choice of the most ordinary and intelligent living beings in human society.

A small legion of hundreds of locusts set out in the eyes and praise of many locust civilians.

Namor kept waving at Furled with tears.

Though my heart does not want Furlead to leave, this is the call of the Great Dark God to extinguish the flames, and Namor cannot say anything to dissuade him.

“When I kill those wicked wizards, return with the glorious will of the Guardian of the Great World! ”

Full red high.

I wait for you! ”

Namor shed tears and tried to make himself smile, crying out for his lover.

…………

a month later.

Fred's death was brought back with only a fraction of the remaining locust men who had fled the Sandalwood Fort a month earlier.

People are terrified that wizards' wicked powers, their incredible abilities, their brutal will to slaughter.

In the circulation of a locust, the wizard fears evil as if it were a mythical demon.

Green continues to work boringly every day, guarding the so-called order of Fort Sandalwood, secretly studying the power of the Flaming Soul and preparing for the reorganization of the spiritual power framework of the Flaming Soul Titan.

Return to the Fire Red Nest at night.

Watching Na Moon, already sick and weak, prayed with her mother, and Green did not pray with her, but returned to his room.

Nowadays, many locusts in the small city have begun to question their faith in secret, simply because the god of extinguishing inflammation no longer reveals his miracles, leaving all locusts blind to hope for the future.

“Namor's already on the flower streets. ”

As soon as she entered the door, Critia turned to Greenwich, and her eyes were deep with evil pleasures that could not be said in the position of a wizard.

Green is indifferent, as if everything that happens is natural or natural.

“The loss of the food supply to Furled, even with a little of the food we provide, is insignificant for their three mothers and daughters. ”

Green Moon looked at Na Moon outside and looked at the experimental experience he had observed carefully for a long time.

“Perhaps soon there will be two...”

Critia smiled wickedly and suddenly said, "I caught a big fish here. In a few days, you'll have to cooperate with me, maybe we can help the latent demon hunter in this small town. ”

Long and delicate fingers kept playing with a precious necklace in red and fire on the chest. Critia lay comfortably on the hammock and rocked, her mouth slightly raised and her eyes flashed like a poisonous scorpion.

“I am now increasingly convinced that there is indeed a demon hunter lurking in the city who is manipulating everything with his wisdom, and your judgment is correct. ”

Obviously, the covert trail of the wizard has become so pure and sophisticated that it is not in close contact that even Green could not detect it.

Green stared indifferently at the Critian Snake Scorpion, which had already been felt during the Wizard Apprentice New Man's Trial.

Silently close your eyes and go into meditation, waiting for tomorrow.