The half-built tower.

magnificent.

The base is made of high-energy crystals, which have good floating performance and reassuring hardness.

A bright light shines from within.

Hit the surface of many automatic dolls.

The light was broken, the shadows were long, and even in the middle of the night, the dolls were still building the tower.

That's all.

Only then can the wizard tower be completed at a faster speed.

Xu Xi sat on a small mound, overlooking his own floating tower, and talked with Sylvia about the future and the key points of wizard training.

"Sylvia, how are you doing with the transformation of the glimmer particles in the soul technique?"

"Yes, I'm sorry... I still have a few questions that I'm not clear on."

"It's okay, go ahead and I'll explain it to you."

"Thank you!"

The light of the bonfire is like a pair of soft and hazy hands, caressing the loneliness and desolation of the night.

Holding up the hero's shattered face.

The light is bright and clear.

Sylvia mentioned several difficult problems in cultivation, and Xu Xi responded patiently, teaching her by drawing patterns with his fingers and combining them with text descriptions.

The night is long.

There are many voices accompanying me.

So the brave are never alone.

"Servia, do you understand?" Xu Xi asked worriedly after the explanation.

"Yeah, I think I understand," the hero blinked.

"..."

Everything around him was still, with only the brave man's confident voice echoing.

Xu Xi looked up at the sky.

After three seconds of silence.

He looked at the brave man again and repeated his explanation of the previous question, patiently and gently, using a more understandable angle so that the brave man could remember it.

This time.

The brave man really remembered it.

In front of Xu Xi, he performed a more powerful soul technique.

Holding the hilt of the sword, the light flickered, and a brilliant light appeared in the dark night, it was extremely bright.

It is worth mentioning.

After being a wizard for many years, Sylvia's skills are no longer limited to death, soul, and general witchcraft, and she has begun to explore other areas.

The growth and progress are clearly visible.

"Master Wizard, thank you for your teachings."

The Undead Warrior bent forward and performed a standard knight's salute, politely thanking Xu for his patient teaching.

"Don't be so serious, Sylvia."

"It is you who makes you stronger. I am just a guide."

The wind grew stronger late at night.

Xu Xi raised his hand.

Several spells were cast to calm the commotion caused by Sylvia and to clean up the grease from the dinner.

Glancing sideways at the construction site of the wizard tower, he saw that the earthen puppets were functioning normally, so he sat down again and watched the world by the campfire.

for a long time to come.

Xu Xi will stay in the canyon.

Only after the construction of the wizard tower was completed could he truly implement his plan to harvest the soul fire of the undead and accumulate the ultimate attack.

"This world is dying..."

Thick dark clouds drifted in from afar, covering the eerie blood moon.

Above the canyon.

There were eerie roars.

There are the trembling of the undead and the roar of monsters.

Twisted dead trees took root in the damp rock walls, bearing strange leaves with red veins hidden in the darkness, swaying in the wind like thick blood mist.

"Master Wizard."

There was a sound beside me.

The brave man sat down next to Xu Xi, and when his heavy armor touched the ground, there was a metallic collision sound.

The silence of the night makes the sound stand out more.

The deceased from thousands of years ago asked Xu Xi this question:

"When people die, they become ghosts, or they are reincarnated."

"What if the world dies?"

"Master Wizard, what will happen to our world after we die..."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the watery light covering her deep green eyeballs, which was originally bright because of the presence of the bonfire, now seemed dim.

A naive hero.

I wanted to save the world.

However, today, she has realized how heavy the burden of saving the world is.

That is the honor of the Biclaufield family.

It is countless times heavier.

A great act of salvation that mortals cannot imagine.

The outcome cannot be reversed with the strength of just one or two people.

Xu Xi replied: "The death of the world may mean absolute nothingness."

Thoughts of the living.

The history of civilization.

Together we create a brilliant world.

Unfortunately, the death of the wizarding world is comprehensive. Not only will the world itself be swallowed up by the underworld, but even the creatures within it will be eroded and assimilated, losing everything they had in the past.

"Wizard, if only I were a true hero..."

Sylvia lowered her head.

The voice was lonely and the fingers were crossed.

The strong desire to save the world and her own weakness and inability to do anything form a contradiction and conflict, which repeatedly torments the girl's heart.

"It's not your fault, Sylvia."

"A true hero never uses strength as a criterion. You have excellent character and have always worked hard."

"In my opinion, this is the best hero."

Xu Xi affirmed the girl's efforts.

Indeed, the heroes in fantasy stories usually possess all kinds of incredible characteristics.

Such as handsome looks, unique temperament, powerful strength, incredible luck, etc.

Contrast with the heroic warriors in the story.

The undead Sylvia is flawed in every way, except for her unyielding courage and justice, which can make people's eyes light up.

But that's enough.

A person with courage in his heart is his own hero.

"Have faith in yourself, Sylvia," Xu encouraged gently.

Pat Sylvia on the shoulder.

He stood up and walked towards the site where the wizard tower was being built.

Prepare to replace the energy source of the civil engineering doll to avoid a shutdown due to energy exhaustion.

It's late at night.

Xu Xi's receding figure gradually melted into the darkness.

After he left, Sylvia squatted and stared at the ring on her left hand for a long time, motionless.

"Master Wizard..."

"I don't... it's as good as you say..."

There are only sounds that you can hear.

Slightly soluble in air.

The dullness contains disappointment in oneself.

Hero? Justice?

Since she became a dead spirit, Sylvia always felt that she was unworthy of those words that symbolized light.

Because he was afraid of being alone, he held onto the only hand and followed Xu Xi out of the Crawfield territory.

She is hypocritical in this way.

Uphold justice, save the world, and destroy evil.

During my journey with Xu Xi, I did have these thoughts and I actually put them into action.

only.

Different from the weak brave man in the story who has the world in his heart.

Sylvia felt that she was just using these names to stay by Xu Xi's side.

Stay with the only person who treats you kindly even after knowing your ugly face.

Go for more.

Shamelessly approaching.

In the safe haven, enjoy the care that has disappeared for thousands of years.

I am such a person, not only physically, but also mentally. I am also a despicable person...