"You are still the same as before..." Inham shook his head slightly, the tenderness in his eyes dissipated, and turned around to walk towards the place where the gargoyles were placed in the distance. This was his last look at the tenderness in the past, and towards the tenderness of the past twenty years.
All the tenderness in the past is gone forever.
No matter how beautiful it is, what has passed away has passed away after all. Likewise, no matter how cruel it is, the future is coming. These two are equally unchangeable, and you still have to face it how you should face it.
"Stop." Widnina's voice suddenly broke out. "Where are you going?"
"I'm sorry. I have something very important. If I have a chance to be your audience again, if I still have a chance...goodbye..." Inham didn't look back, and walked faster and faster.
"I said stop." Widnina waved her hand, and a high wall of green flames suddenly shot up from the ground, almost grazing Inham's toes.
Inham frowned and stopped.
Sandro didn't speak or move. He didn't even seem to have any intention of stopping Ham from leaving. His face was still as gloomy as before, but the violent murderous aura was gone. He just looked at the two of them coldly.
.
"Why, what I said makes you feel uncomfortable, so you don't want to hear it and want to run away?"
"It's not about running away, I just have something to do."
"What else can you do? Haven't you realized that this is all fate and that everything you do is in vain?"
"Since you know that my efforts are in vain, why are you stopping me?"
"Do you think there is hope?"
"Maybe one in ten thousand."
"Don't let go of such a small possibility. You remind me of a crazy gambler."
"You know I never gamble. I only do what I think I should do. No matter how small the chance is, it is still an opportunity. If you don't do it, there will be no chance of even one in ten thousand."
After a moment of silence, Widnina slowly said: "There are just some things I must say to you now. Because I may never have the chance again."
"Oh?" Inham was slightly surprised. "Say."
"You know? You are weak. You have always been like this from the past until now. You are inferior to anyone in terms of qualifications and mind, but you are still a loser after all, just because you are weak."
Inham sighed softly and shook his head slightly.
"Don't deny it. Think about it for yourself, what have you done with your heart in the past twenty years? Traveling around? Fooling around with your countless lovers all over the continent? If you can concentrate all your energy in one place, you can
It will never be like this now. Whether you concentrate on studying magic or strive for a greater position of power, you can have greater power to deal with what happens next, and even have a little hope that you can delay the gears of fate. But
You didn't. From the moment you refused to face your fate, it was destined that you could only weakly escape in this life, waiting to be crushed by fate by the gears of the times. If you don't obey fate, you don't even have the determination and perseverance to resist it.
No, from the moment you choose to escape your fate, your ending has been doomed."
"Is this a lesson to me? Thank you." Inham smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand and nodded a few times towards the high wall of green flames. The flames then spread out into a path. But just as he was about to continue
As he stepped forward, more intense flames shot up into the sky again and filled the gap instantly.
"I haven't finished speaking yet. Don't you know how to respect people?" The fire in the Lich's eyes became much stronger.
"I know everything you said, no need to say it anymore," Inham said calmly.
"What I can't stand the most is your attitude. You know you are wrong but you don't want to admit it, pretending to know everything."
"It's not that you can't stand my pretense, it's that you can't stand your own weakness." Inham turned and looked at Widnina. There was no trace of confusion in her eyes anymore, and she was extremely clear. "Don't force me to say these, these are actually
It’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you, but I knew you wouldn’t like to hear it.”
"Am I weak?" The voice in the Lich's throat suddenly changed, like the sound of a thousand gongs that had been beating violently and were suddenly broken together. The fire in her eyes was so strong that it almost burst out,
It’s just that her face still has that skeleton face. It can only be seen that she is very excited, and it is impossible to tell whether she is funny or something else. "I gave up such a beautiful body and completed so many things that countless people dream of."
Even Archibald couldn't complete the magical feat and turned into a lich. You actually said that I was weak? I stood on the wheel of fate and pushed the wheel forward. Not even the power of the entire continent could stop me.
Am I weak?"
"Weakness is a woman's right...of course, so is stubbornness." Inham smiled faintly.
"Forget it." Vidnina should be sneering. "You are just a loser. In what aspect can you beat me since the Magic Academy? Until now, compared with me, where have you won?"
"I admit that my understanding of magic, theological debates, and practical magic combat are not as good as yours. Looking at it now, you have indeed won. But victory and weakness are not opposites in the first place, and strong ability is not equal to
Inner strength. The weaker the person, the more eager they are to prove themselves through victory.
"Victory is victory. Failure is failure. Why is there any need to prove it?"
"No need to prove it, then why do you need me to stay and listen carefully to your declaration of victory? Don't you want to see my regretful look to verify your own success? At least I'm sure Archibald never hoped that he would be great.
, and I have never felt this way. He did not transform into a lich, not because he was unable, but because he was unwilling, because he faced his life calmly, and because he was a great person, because he accepted everything that belonged to him, including death and
Failure." Inham paused, looked at the unusually strong fire in Vidnina's eyes and sighed lightly, and continued. "The so-called fate, in fact, none of us can control it.
All you have to do is face it. The formation and uprooting of the Dark Star is just a cycle of the world itself. After the Dark Star releases the Doomsday Judgment, maybe even the King of the Dead himself will disappear. What can you get?
It's just an illusion that transcends everything. In fact, no matter what you do or where you stand, you are still a speck of dust under the wheel of fate. What you are pursuing is not fate, but the feeling that transcends everything."
"Don't you feel that everything you do is forced by yourself? Forced by your obsession to transcend everything. Why can't you be stronger, face it, accept it, and use this
A way to escape? I know that we all have things that I feel sorry for you about, but you also have to understand that we all have our own positions and our own reasons... In fact, no matter whether you chose to wait for me to come back or choose someone else, you
It will all be better than now...".
"Shut up--" An angry shout burst out from the Lich's body, the sound was so loud and violent that one doubted whether it would shatter her tattered and withered body.
"I've finished my words, goodbye." The expression on Inham's face did not change at all. The wall of fire behind him had been extinguished. He turned around and continued walking in the original direction.
"Go to hell." The flames in Widnina's eyes were as if a hundred kilograms of fire oil had been poured into them. It was so strong that it burned everything except anger to ashes. She raised her withered hands.
Black magic waves surged and condensed on her arms, and a huge green firebird instantly appeared in front of her.
There were no hot air waves or any abnormalities in the air. The flames were condensed to an almost solid level, with all the temperature and necromantic magic contained in them. The firebird spread its wings and turned into a piece of green remains.
The shadow flew towards Inham, who had his back turned to her.
Inham was still walking. Although the Firebird was silent, the violent magic fluctuations could be felt even by a big-eared monster with no connection with magic, but he didn't even look back.
In the blink of an eye, the firebird turned into a sea of extremely rich green flames and engulfed Inham's figure. Even the surrounding obsidian ground melted under the high temperature mixed with necromancy magic. This was the same as the Dark Dragon Land*
A flame that is similar to magic, no object can survive under this flame.
The flames in Vidnina's eyes had diminished a lot. This spell released not only magic, but also the anger that overwhelmed her reason. She seemed to be in a daze, just staring blankly at the sea of fire that swallowed Inham's figure.
The withered hand remained in mid-air without letting go. Once she didn't move at all, she was indeed no different from a statue.
The sea of fire dissipated, and the ground turned into a large piece of lava. The flames in Widnina's eyes that had faded suddenly became strong again.
Because Ham was still there, he still walked in the original direction without looking back. The only difference from before was that the hood of the robe he was wearing was turned up, covering his whole body in that robe.
under.
"Ghost King's Robe? Teacher...you..." Widnina exclaimed and looked at Sandro.
Sandro replied calmly: "He stole it from me before."
"Aren't you going to stop him?" Widnina asked in surprise. The Ghost King's robe can resist all magical attacks, but it does not mean it is truly invincible, at least not in front of Sandro's corpse control technique.
"Why should I stop him?" Sandro asked, still standing there motionless.
"He put on the robe of the Ghost King. He violated Lord Archibald's instructions and was a traitor to the Necromancer. And didn't he treat you back before..."
"That was before." Sandro nodded. "Before just now, he was indeed the person I wanted to kill the most. But now I want to see what he wants to do and what he can do."
"He must be trying to find a way to prevent the arrival of the King of the Dead. As a Necromancer, this is absolutely not allowed."
"I have already withdrawn from Diya Valley. You don't know. You go find other people in the guild." Sandro also turned and walked in the other direction. "Suddenly I remembered that I also have something to do.