Death Wizard Diary

Chapter 360 Are you about to die?

Author: Imana

Chapter 360 Are you about to die?

Golza was not offended by Kismet's use of the word "spanking," and he even laughed like Kismet.

"Haha, they don't have time to come over and spank me now."

As soon as the two people started talking, the tense and tense atmosphere before the war disappeared instantly.

There was an eerie silence between them again.

After about a minute, Golza took the lead in breaking the silence.

"Why are you following Thor?"

"Oh, I have to think about this excuse." But Kismet hugged Qin and only thought about it for less than three seconds, "Maybe it's because I'm curious about what happened to him."

Kismet seemed to have fallen into memories and smiled with great interest.

"I have never seen such a twisted fate line. So I am very curious, what secrets does he have?"

Gorsa's eyes curled up, as if he was smiling proudly.

"I have sent the news about you in the Western Continent back to Skye City. I think many people want to come and talk to you."

The smile on Kismet's face disappeared.

Golza was still adding more information, "Oh, by the way, Mrs. Olphia also wrote to remind you that it's time to go back to Skye to see her."

Kismet's face was so gloomy that water could drip from his eyes.

He stared at Gorsa for a long time before speaking: "As expected of the young genius of the Glow family, his network of connections is really wide. Is even Ophelia your patron?"

His words contained sarcasm, but Gorsa had no intention of quarreling with him and just looked at him with a slight smile.

Kismet knew that he was already slightly inferior, and the harp turned at his fingertips, "Okay, you win. Alas, what a pity, the story of the Western Continent has not yet begun, so I will temporarily

Exited, it’s so boring!”

"Climb high and look far away, but turn around and leave just before the sun rises to the sea... My life is always full of so much helplessness. Ah, fate, you will always be on my head, teasing me to watch me struggle and tease you

The earth will let me sink~"

He started playing again with a sad look on his face, singing in a strange tune, turned around and walked towards the Chuishou Valley.

The wind and sand stirred up, covering his figure.

Gorsa watched Kismet leave the whole time, and then suddenly slid down the tree trunk until he was completely out of sight.

He clutched his chest, his body twitched twice, and then gradually returned to calm.

"Are you going to die?" A sweet voice floated into Golsa's ears from under the tree.

Gortha lowered his head and saw the half-elf who was slightly embarrassed but still handsome.

He did not answer the half-elf's question, but asked with a warm smile: "Kill?"

"Run away." The half-elf replied without any burden.

Golza was not disappointed, "Wilde used the Lost Soul Flower, right?"

"Um."

"That's fine. He suddenly appeared recently, but I'm at a critical period and can't spare much energy. You can't kill him, you can just cripple him for ten years."

"Then the commission is considered completed." The half-elf nodded, then turned and walked towards the woods.

Gorsa frowned slightly, pink bandages piled up on his forehead, "Don't you never go near the Forest of Four Seasons?"

The half-elf stopped and turned his back to Gortha.

"I do not want to live."

He lowered his head and looked at his hands, "The pollution on my body is almost uncontrollable, and the action I took just now has accelerated the time of collapse."

Gorsa sighed. In fact, when he commissioned the half-elves to attack the land boat, he had already expected that it would intensify the opponent's collapse.

He originally thought that the half-elf would open his mouth to the lion, but unexpectedly the other party agreed happily.

It turns out that the half-elves are willing to use their abilities to their advantage and use pollution to massacre ships, but they have actually given up on themselves.

Golza also understood that the other party was really tired.

"I heard my ancestors calling me." The half-elf suddenly turned around, allowing Gortha to see his face clearly, "Goltha, this world hates elves, and I can't change this."

Seeing the half-elf turning around, Gorsa's facial muscles tightened suddenly.

The half-elf noticed Gortha's reaction, said nothing, turned back, and continued walking deeper into the forest.

"Half-elf, kick Thor out before you die!" Seeing that the other party's figure was about to disappear, Gortha shouted, pressing his churning chest.

The sound was like a sharp arrow, piercing the barrier of air and plants, and clearly reaching the half-elf's ears.

The latter waved his hand and agreed.

Gorsa breathed a sigh of relief, "It's really..."

He had always known that the half-elf was very beautiful, but if he was asked to describe it, he couldn't do it.

He couldn't even recall the color of the half-elf's skin, how many eyes it had, how long its hair was... he only knew that the combination of those facial features was indescribably beautiful.

But such a beauty is not even allowed to exist.

Half-elves don't even dare to have a decent name.

Even though he is already a second-level wizard, Gortha still doesn't know the real reason why the elves disappeared.

After getting to know this half-elf, he had some guesses, but he didn't want to think too deeply.

When the half-elf said that he was hated by the world, his originally beautiful and harmonious facial features suddenly became extremely distorted and terrifying, and all the once beautiful terms were replaced by disgusting and weird in an instant.

Gorsa, who possesses the strength of a top-notch second-level wizard, felt sick after just one glance. He even wished he could personally make the guy in front of him disappear from the world.

Fortunately, he suppressed his thoughts.

The information hidden in this makes people's hair stand on end just thinking about it.

"There are too many unknown things, not least of which is this one." Gorsa knocked on his head to make himself forget the scene just now.

"Now let's talk about you." Golza suddenly lowered his head and said.

A black human-shaped shadow emerged from his body. The figure was slender and petite, shaped like a girl, and as thin as paper. When the wind blew, it swayed.

"Let me tell you, why did you chat with Wilde for so long?"

Yula's voice came out, "I knew him before. Since he is going to die, let's say goodbye."

"Didn't you say anything unnecessary?"

Yura laughed, "Are you angry?"

Gorsa stretched out his hand to touch Yula's head, and his pink fingers sank into the black shadow and came out from time to time.

His voice was still as gentle as water, "Yura, you have to remember that I am the only one who will resurrect you without sparing any effort."

Yura's dark shadow began to tremble when Gorsa touched her, and her laughter stopped abruptly.

She spoke with a slight trembling, "I know that only by completing the resurrection experiment can I live like a human being."

"Yes, it used to be so easy to live like a human being. Look at the half-elf, he also wants to live like a human being, but the other half of his elven blood keeps pulling him towards the unknown abyss." Gore

Sa used force and stuffed Yula into his body again. When the black shadow subsided obediently, he said softly, "So you have to thank me."

"I allow you to be naughty, but you are not allowed to betray."

"...I understand." Yula's suppressed answer came from Gorsa's chest.

Gorsa smiled with satisfaction, and the next moment, his figure disappeared among the woods.

It's like it never appeared.

Outside the woods, the flying boat that was performing hell on earth suddenly began to freeze.

All the struggle and pain turned into sculptures.

In the end everything turned into a giant ice sculpture.

The sun shines, the temperature rises, and the ice and snow begin to melt.

Melt into the soil, into the cracks of stones, into the spring breeze; absorbed by trees, flowers and plants, and flies.

The huge ice sculpture just disappeared, not even a scrap of debris was left.

When the outside world is quiet, Thor can only run with his legs in a dense forest.

He jumped over the bushes, dodged the branches that suddenly fell, and was following Mark as he ran wildly through the primeval forest.

And they ran away entirely because Mark suddenly shouted "The elves are coming!"

Then he dove into the dense woods nearby, leaving only one sentence: "Follow me if you don't want to die!"

(End of chapter)