Diary of the Death Wizard

The third level three wizard in Borderlands must belong to the Stargate Council. But even within the Stargate Council there are different opinions.

However, it was originally supposed that the head of the Glow Family and the Speaker of the Star Gate should each recommend an alternative, but because Gorsa and the Wind Demon Peer simultaneously proposed that Thor be the third level three, three alternatives finally appeared. wizard.

For other second-level wizards, without the endorsement of the forces behind them, they would not even have a chance to know about this selection.

If there are others who become level three in advance - let's not talk about the probability - then what awaits them is either to be driven out of the Borderless Land, or to go to the Wall of Sighs, the place where the largest number of level three wizards are gathered.

But even though the selection was conducted in secret, some people who weren't supposed to know had already anticipated what was going to happen.

For example, Kismet.

After saying goodbye to Lucy, he went to Clark's old residence alone.

The big tree that was once covered with white wind chimes and the tree house above it were turned into stone sculptures and were cracking bit by bit under the erosion of the northwest wind.

Even though he had dealt with Clark, Kismet did not feel any sadness when he came to the other party's former home.

Because of Clark's sudden death, the second-level wizards and other low-level wizards who once relied on him are gathering together to think about future arrangements.

They were thinking about establishing themselves on the mountain or switching to others. They also went to the Wind Chime Tree House as soon as they got the news, hoping to find some legacy of third-level wizards here.

But most people still underestimate the difference between the third level and the second level.

So, when Kismet arrived, he saw a dozen wizard sculptures under the tree house.

Like the Wind Chime Tree House, they were petrified by inexplicable power, drying and cracking little by little.

Such a sight quickly scared away the others, so when Kismet came over a few days later, there was no trace of other wizards around.

Ignoring the petrified wizards around him with expressions of fear on their faces, Kismet walked step by step under the tree.

He raised his head, jumped up, his body soared like a bird, and then got into the tree house through the window.

boom!

When his feet landed on the ground, they immediately missed the floor. Kismet had to jump up again and then floated in the air.

Although he choked on the dust stirred up in the room, Kismet was still in a good mood and greeted the empty recliner: Happy death, Clark.

As soon as he finished speaking, a vague shadow suddenly appeared on the empty recliner, but if you look carefully, you can spot Clark's outline in the shadow.

Goltha...he trespassed...in the Borderlands...

Shadow Clark's voice was very vague, as if it came from the far side of the mountain.

But Kismet could still hear very clearly.

I already know about this matter. He shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, I thought there was something wrong with the mummy wizard early on, so I followed him into the tower and watched with my own eyes as he arranged the fake storm eye and caused the You guys come in. Thinking about it this way, I can probably be considered an accessory, right?

Clark, who originally wanted Kismet to inform the Stargate of Gortha's whereabouts, froze on the spot.

Kismet didn't seem to realize that he had just said something astonishing, and he stepped forward and touched Clark's shadow with great interest.

But his hand passed through the shadow without any surprise, as if there was nothing in front of him.

Did you leave part of your conscious soul in the dream about the tree house?

Kismet!!

Shadow howled hoarsely.

In an instant, a strand of Kismet's hair turned to stone, shattered, and fell to the ground silently.

But that's all.

Although you have absorbed the vitality of the entire tree house and the wizards who are interested in your inheritance, you still want to use this method to deal with me...

Halfway through his words, he suddenly found that he had lost feeling in his feet.

When he looked down, he realized that his feet had turned to stone at some point.

Uh... Okay, I underestimated you. Sure enough, the third level is the third level. Even after death, the remaining power is still amazing.

I want to...eat you too!

As if absorbing part of Kismet's life force, Clark's voice gradually became clearer.

But the petrification on Kismet's feet was slowly spreading upwards.

It's said to be slow, but in fact it only takes less than a minute for Clark's remnant soul to turn Kismet's entire body into a stone statue.

Now Kismet had another option, which was to fly away from the tree house immediately while his upper body could still move freely, to a place where Clark could not influence him.

However, even though he had just been slapped in the face by Clark, Kismet still had no intention of leaving.

He just watched with interest as the petrification effect spread from his feet to his legs, and gradually affected his waist and abdomen.

Let me see what the great dreamer, Mr. Clark, can do? Kismet's eyes lit up, as if he was admiring the destruction of others.

But as soon as the terrifying petrification reached his chest, it suddenly stopped.

The moisture in the skin and the fluid in the blood vessels and bones begin to stir.

Kismet immediately showed a painful expression, but he suppressed himself from screaming.

The petrification of his lower body retreated from his body at a faster speed, as if he had seen a ghost.

Are you testing me?

Suddenly, several wounds burst open on Kismet's body, and the blood rushed out of his wounds like a rat that had been imprisoned for a long time, condensing into the air to form a blood ball.

The surface of the blood cell undulated slightly, and soon a woman's face appeared.

Seeing that face, Clark's confusion immediately dissipated like smoke

Kismet's face immediately turned pale.

But he still showed a twisted smile, I can swear on my life that I am definitely not testing you, lovely Lord Ophelia.

As soon as he said cute, Kismet lost his ability to float and fell to the ground at an extremely fast speed, as if he was hit by a huge stone.

Don't forget your pursuit. Ophelia said coldly, letting Kismet smash through the ground and into the trunk of the big tree.

Then, the bloody face slowly turned to the recliner where Clark disappeared, The power of dreams is good, but the caster himself is also easy to be immersed in dreams. Maybe this is the reason for your ultimate failure. But since you are dead, then Die cleanly and don't come out halfway to get in the way.

The bloody ball suddenly exploded like a bomb, and the flying blood beads covered the entire room, and then spread on the walls, tables and chairs.

Eventually the whole room turned bloody.

The remnant soul of Clark, who originally disappeared to an unknown place, reappeared.

Ophelia, do you have to do this!!!

The roaring voice was mixed with faint despair.

Ophelia's voice came from all sides of the room.

Although my power cannot be transmitted, dreams always rely on consciousness. As long as there is no consciousness carrier here, your dreams will disappear forever.

Following Ophelia's cold voice, red blood gradually filled the room.

Clark could no longer maintain the pride of a third-level wizard and started to curse.

However, when red dyed the tree house, the big trees outside and the petrified people around it red.

Clark's curses stopped abruptly.

Ophelia's aura also dissipated immediately.

There was no other life around, except Kismet who was smashed into the soil under the roots of the big tree.

There was almost no moisture on his body, and he was all skin and bones, as if he were a skeleton.

Kismet managed to get up, and immediately held on to the roots of the tree, bending down and retching.

Uh... I feel dizzy.