Undead Wizard (8)

Jason was shocked when he saw the small wound on Inger's arm. "Master, when did you get hurt?"

Inger looked at his arm and smiled: "I got pinched by a claw by accident."

Jason bandaged his wound with a handkerchief.

Inger picked up the cat and turned over its paw, and the wound was gone.

Jason quickly took the cat away and said, "Please stop touching them. These wild cats have bad tempers and need some time to teach them."

Inger fiddled with the wooden doll in his hand without making any comment.

He murmured in a low voice: "It turns out that wounds can indeed be transferred, but only from one life to another."

Jason didn't hear clearly, so he asked, "What did you say?"

"It's OK."

Elena is not afraid of failure or being beaten.

A person is not born to fight.

When a child is young, it seems natural that he cannot beat an adult.

She was often beaten when she was weak.

Some people would curl up in fear when facing a beating, but Elena would fight back, even if she couldn't win, even if she would get beaten more. She would fight back every time. This is what makes her different from others.

Because she has seen too much. Those who choose to endure and avoid will always be beaten. If they don't have help from others, they will die uselessly in some corner of the world.

She didn't fight in vain; sometimes she would run away, but that was to accumulate more strength, the strength to fight back.

As long as she doesn't die, she will stand up again and again and become stronger.

She used all means to become stronger, and finally one day, as a child, she was able to beat the shit out of adults.

Then, beat more people to a pulp.

But she doesn't collect teeth; she hates remembering the nameless people she beat up.

But she remembered one person.

She had a friend when she was a child.

That friend is her complete opposite.

He is small and fragile, and he will fight, but his fight is powerless.

He often said, "I will never become the kind of person I hate the most."

Elena deliberately said: "I am also the kind of person you hate."

"I hate what you did, but I don't hate you as a person."

"I hate what you did, and I hate you as a person."

He then smiled and said, "Even though it sounds annoying, you won't hit me, right?"

Elena raised her fist: "How do you know I can't?"

He said, "If you knew how to hit me, you wouldn't have saved me in the first place."

Elena curled her lips and said, "I have saved many people, but you are the only one who is my friend."

They were all afraid of her and afraid of being beaten by her. Since she could beat those people, she would naturally dare to swing her fist at them. This was a natural thought. But she didn't care. She still saved who she wanted to save and beat who she wanted to beat. As long as she was strong enough, there was nothing she couldn't do.

Of course, there were also parasites who wanted to be her younger brothers, who only wanted to flatter her and be protected by her, and then use her power to bully others. She kicked them all away.

He said, "You saved my life, and I am very grateful to you. I am even happier that you are willing to be a friend to someone like me."

Elena felt happier when she heard this than when she beat someone up.

But she still wanted to train his weak arms and legs.

"If you don't become stronger, you will never be able to convince others. Some people won't listen unless they are beaten up."

But he said: "Fists are not the only way to become stronger. The person who gets angry first is because he knows he is not right. Even if he wins, he still loses."

Elena snorted: "The best way to shut these bastards up is with fists."

"In fact, you will listen carefully to what I say, but my fist is not bigger than yours. Elena, in this world, you will definitely meet people whose fists are not powerful but are also very strong. There is always more than one way to be strong."

“There is a limit to how strong a person can be. Your desire for strength comes from your insecurity. You don’t want to rely on others for everything and always want to solve, bear, and fight on your own. But one day you will get help from others and learn to trust others.”

The brief life and insignificant death of her feeble friend seemed to be a total denial of his principles.

That friend, brave and stupid.

He would be furious because the other party insulted his only friend, and he would punch his friend even though he was unwilling to resort to violence no matter how hard he tried.

But without strength, death is inevitable.

And Elena was stronger than those people, so it was natural that they died at her hands.

"I have a friend who is very weak and kind. He wanted to reason with someone, but the other person beat him to death. Since then, I have understood a truth: if people want to talk to each other on an equal footing, they must have equal power. It is a foolish thing to just try to convince the other party with just one mouth. And the strong will never think from the perspective of the weak, and it is always the weak who bear the consequences."

"Even if I hate war, it is impossible for war to disappear from this world. Because there will always be people who cannot talk to me, people whose positions and paths are at odds with each other, and people who crave war and violence. If I want to enforce my own position, I must become stronger than anyone else, so that they will listen to me. If they don't listen, I can just beat them until they listen."

I don’t know when and where it was, but the grown-up Elena said this to someone.

In the setting sun, the man's golden hair was also shining with a dazzling dawn-like light.

"It was just pure violence," he said.

Elena smiled and said, "If I were weaker than you, I wouldn't even be qualified to stand here and let you listen to me, and vice versa."

"You also hold a weapon in your hand. Weapons are used to kill people, but you use them to save people. Why can't violence be used? I have my own way to use this power. As long as it is strong enough to make people surrender without killing them, it will be fine. And you also know that some people really shouldn't live in this world. Their survival will cause harm to more people, so there are prisons and the death penalty. Institutions that maintain social order exist for protection, but it still cannot change the fact that they are violent institutions. Not to mention that they often choose to protect the regime rather than the people. This is human nature."

The man was silent for a while, "Then how can you guarantee that your own judgment is always correct?"

Elena smiled sarcastically: "You can also ask yourself this question. People are complicated. But I don't need to ask other people's standards. I only believe in my own position and judgment. Whether it is right or wrong, I will get the answer in the collision. Compared with soft words, this is obviously faster and more powerful. If you think I did something wrong, you can defeat me and make me surrender with facts."

The man said, "You are very strong, but I will not always lose to you."

Elena looked at him and smiled: "You are different from my childhood friend. His kindness was powerless. You have the courage and ability to practice your beliefs."

He said, "No, I never think that only the kindness of powerful people can be considered true kindness, and there is definitely not only one kind of power in the world."

Elena smiled and said, "You and my friend would say the same thing, so I hope you can prove it to me."

Later...

What happened next?

Elena wanted to see what happened next.

I want to see this person's face.

She can clearly remember the face of her childhood friend, but she can't remember the face of the person she chatted with later.

It seems like the distant past, but also like the uncertain future.

Elena woke up from her dream and opened her eyes.

The air inhaled into the chest is a little cold, but it makes people feel sober.

She remembered... yes, she remembered that she was dying, no... she was really dead.

The severe pain in the body was followed by numbness, difficulty breathing, a fuzzy mind, and then the reality that the life was being sucked away.

Finally, he lost all consciousness and fell into darkness.

She had a long dream.

But in the end I only remembered a few sentences.

Elena propped herself up and opened and closed her fingers. She didn't feel any discomfort, but on her wrists were heavy shackles and chains, which she hadn't seen for a long time.

She looked up and saw Veronica locked aside.

Veronica looked a little strange.

The Veronica she got to know during this time had emotions like a giant monster, straightforward and frank.

She had never seen such a complex expression in her eyes, as if she had grown a human brain.

That Veronica?

Elena turned her head and looked to the side.

There was a person lying next to him.

She has been thinking about getting rid of this person these days.

Inger Nyka, the immortal wizard, a formidable foe on the battlefield, lay beside her.

Even if the chain locked her to the bed, even if it was an insulating stone chain, as long as she wanted, she had many ways to kill the wizard who was so close to her.

What are they thinking?

Elena put her hand on Inger's neck out of fighting instinct.

The chain was actually long enough for her to reach him.

There wasn't even anyone guarding him.

Elena gently touched the skin of Inger's neck.

She was stunned.

It was icy cold, not the skin of a living person.

The blood in his veins no longer flowed, and his heart no longer beat.

He is dead.

Yes, so there is no need to worry about a dead person being killed again.

Elena looked at the man's body in a trance.

She found it hard to believe that this man was dead.

Then she remembered that he could be resurrected, though she didn't know how many times.

She lifted the white cloth covering his body and her pupils suddenly contracted.

She found it difficult to accept what she saw.

The puncture wounds on her waist and abdomen, as well as the penetration wound on her chest, were all fatal injuries. Her internal organs were shattered by the puncture, and she still clearly remembers the feeling.

This was the meeting gift that Mr. Kao Ling gave her, and she remembered it all.

She touched her body and found no sign of injury.

She didn't understand magic very well, and her mind paused briefly.

She couldn't believe what this meant.