Diary of the Death Wizard

Gorza wasn't ashamed that Kismet used the word "spanking," and he even managed to share Kismet's laugh.

"Hehe, they don't have time to spank my ass right now."

As soon as the two started talking, the tense atmosphere before the war, which was about to start, disappeared in an instant.

There was an eerie silence between them again.

After about a minute, Gorza was the first to break the silence.

"Why are you following Thor?"

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

Kismet seemed to be lost in memory, showing a very interested smile.

"I haven't seen such a twisted fate line yet. So I'm curious, what secrets does he have?"

Gorza's eyes curled up, as if smiling smugly.

"I have sent the news of your stay 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.

Gorza is still adding more, "Oh, by the way, Mrs. Olyfia also sent a letter asking me to remind you that it's time to go back to Skye to see her."

Kismet's face was so gloomy that water dripped out.

He stared at Gorza for a long time before he said, "As expected of a young genius from the Huiguang family, he has a wide network of connections. Is Ophelia also your customer?"

His words already concealed sarcasm, but Golsa had no intention of arguing with him at all, and just looked at him with a slight smile.

Kismet knew that he was a little inferior at the moment, and the harp turned a corner at his fingertips, "Okay, you win. Alas, what a pity, the story of the Western Continent has not yet begun, and I will temporarily It's really boring to leave the stage!"

"Climb high and look far away, but turn around and leave the moment before the sun goes out to sea... My life is always full of so much helplessness. Ah, fate, you are always on my head, jokingly watching me struggle, jokingly Let me sink~"

He started to play again with a sad face, sang in a strange tone, turned around and walked towards the direction of Lashou Valley.

The wind and sand swayed, covering his figure.

Gorza watched Kismet leave the whole time, until he couldn't see him at all, and then suddenly slid down against the tree trunk.

He clutched his chest, his body twitched twice, and gradually regained his composure.

"Are you dying?" A melodious voice floated into Gorza's ear from under the tree.

Gorza lowered his head and saw the half-elf who was slightly embarrassed but still good-looking.

He didn't answer the half-elf's question, but asked with a gentle smile, "Killed?"

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

Gorza was not disappointed either, "Did Wilde use the Lost Soul Flower?"

"Um."

"That's fine. He suddenly appeared recently, but I'm in a critical period and I can't devote too much energy. You can't kill him, and you can abolish him for ten years."

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

Gorza frowned slightly, the pink bandage piled up on his forehead, "Didn't you never get close to the Forest of Four Seasons?"

The half-elf stopped, his back turned to Gorthar.

"I do not want to live."

He lowered his head and looked at his hands, "The pollution on my body is about to be uncontrollable, and the time to collapse has been brought forward by just doing it."

Gorza sighed softly. In fact, when he entrusted the half-elf to attack the land boat, he had already expected that it would aggravate the opponent's collapse.

He had thought that the half-elf would speak loudly, but the other party agreed happily.

It turned out that the half elves were willing to use their abilities wantonly and use pollution to slaughter ships, but they had already given up on themselves.

Gorza also understood that the other party was really tired.

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

Seeing the half-elf turning back, the muscles on Gorza's face tightened suddenly.

The half-elf noticed Gorza's reaction, turned around without saying anything, and continued walking deep into the forest.

"Half-elf, kick Sol out of me before you die!" Seeing that the opponent's figure was about to disappear, Gorza shouted, pressing his churning chest.

The sound was like a sharp arrow, piercing through the barriers of air and plants, and clearly passed into the half-elf's ears.

The latter waved his hand, even if he agreed.

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

He always knew that the half-elf was beautiful, but if asked to describe it, he couldn't tell.

He couldn't even recall the color of the half-elf's skin, how many eyes he had, how long his 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 dare not even have a decent name.

Even though he was already a second-level wizard, Gorza still didn't know the real reason for the elf's disappearance.

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

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

Gorza, who possessed the strength of a top-level second-tier wizard, felt nauseous after just one glance, and even wished to personally make this guy disappear from the world.

Fortunately, he suppressed his own thoughts.

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

"There are too many unknown things, this one is not bad." Gorza tapped his head to make himself forget the scene just now.

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

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

"Let you go to locate, why did you chat with Wilde for so long?"

Yura'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?"

Gorza reached out to stroke Yura's head, pink fingers dipping into black shadows and emerging again from time to time.

His voice was still gentle and watery, "Yura, you have to remember, only I will spare no effort to revive you."

Yura's dark shadow trembled when Gorza touched her, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

She said tremblingly, "I know that only by completing the resurrection experiment can I live as a human being."

"Yeah, living like a human, I used to think how easy it is. Look at the half-elf, he also wants to live like a human, but his other half of the elf blood keeps pulling him into the unknown abyss." Gore Sa forced Yula into his body again, and only after the black shadow obediently entered did he say softly, "So you have to thank me."

"I allow you to be naughty, but not betrayal."

"...I understand." From Gorza's chest, Yura's suppressed answer came out.

Gorza smiled with satisfaction, and the next moment, his figure disappeared into the woods.

As if it had never been there.

Outside the woods, the spaceship that was performing purgatory on earth suddenly began to freeze.

All struggle and pain become sculptures.

In the end everything turned into one giant ice sculpture.

The sun is shining, the temperature is rising, and the snow and ice are beginning to melt.

It melts into the soil, into the crevices of stones, and into the spring breeze; it is absorbed by trees, flowers, and flies.

The huge ice sculpture just disappeared, not even a piece of dross remained.

When the outside world was quiet, Sol could only run with his legs in a dense forest.

He jumped over the bushes, avoided the branches that fell suddenly, and was following Mark, running wildly in the virgin forest.

And they ran away only because Mark suddenly yelled, "Here comes the elves!"

Then he burrowed into the dense forest next to him, leaving only one sentence: "Follow me if you don't want to die!"