Reincarnation Band Magician

"Goodbye, I think I'll be back soon. Come home, Flillian."

"Well, I'll wait for you at home."

A short break on the journey: 220. If not me, who else?

After all, it's just a feeling. Qing is not good at theoretical research, so he can only reflect the feeling during flying and the possible magic structure that may be needed.

Fulilian still caught the trick.

It is enough. When necessary, such information gap can create huge advantages.

The elf slowly floated up.

If you increase the magic output, it can be faster.

She still has plenty of magic power.

Seeing this, Qing was completely relieved.

Smiling and waving.

Return Scroll, use.

The body turned into blue light and disappeared on the spot.

Fulilian felt a sense of emptiness.

It's been so quiet for a long time...

At the same time, there is also a sense of expectation.

She was going back, back to her home in the south, to wait for those two people, and then set off again.

……

I don't know how many days have passed. Elves have always had an inaccurate sense of time. It feels like a long time has passed. When I think about it carefully, it has been more than thirty sunrises.

Finally returned from the northwest of the northern plateau, the end of the world.

It's hard to suppress my curiosity. I want to imagine how Qing and Xiang are doing now, whether their world is in danger, and what it looks like...

But when she was out in the wild, Fulilian tried not to think about that.

Qing's box is also here. During the journey, the food was quickly exhausted.

Fulilian felt that there was nothing she could do. No one was talking to her, and she could only sleep in dry trees or caves. She also had to be on guard against monsters and demons...

When you are under a lot of pressure, you can only relieve it with snacks and delicious food.

After running out of supplies and eating the remaining bread for two days, a human settlement appeared in sight.

"Great, Qing, I want to—"

The mood that had been suppressed for a long time relaxed, and I subconsciously wanted to talk to someone.

in silence.

When I got closer, I found that it was the Faber Village where I had been before. At that time, I helped them move various copper materials to cast the sculpture of the Hero of the South.

Now you can see the tall statue of the middle-aged man standing in the center of the village.

【At this time...】

The news of the Southern Hero's death should have spread.

The loss of three Seven Collapse Sages, the sudden reduction in pressure on the empire's borders, and the series of changes after the loss of Omniscience... These are difficult to hide, especially among the demons. Not many of them would respect their dead companions.

In fact, because of the Southern Hero's backup plan, no news came back half a month ago, and the Northern and Central Kingdoms knew that he was dead.

Therefore, a relatively aggressive approach was adopted to consolidate the front line that was opened with great difficulty.

The news of the death of the strongest hero made many people feel fear and despair, but in fact, a large area of ​​land was taken back from the demons, and the path that the hero of the South walked was a path of spreading hope.

"...No one has found the body of the Southern Hero. I believe he must be engaged in an endless battle with the cruel and terrifying Shulahart in an unknown place. He truly deserves to be the strongest man!"

Poets have already been singing his praises.

Children were playing and waving their wooden swords, and adults would stop to admire the bronze statue from time to time. Everyone seemed to believe from the bottom of their hearts that it still existed.

[It will probably change after a while, just like this statue.]

It is now golden in color, but in about ten or twenty years, it will turn into a more ancient blue-black color.

Those kids who are running and jumping now, their own kids might start fighting by then.

At that time, was there anyone still telling the story of the brave man of the south?

Fulilian relaxed and sat down on the edge of the square while looking at the sculpture.

I can still recall the scenery of that remote village.

"——It's not possible. I don't have the ability to convince you."

The well-dressed middle-aged man shook his head.

The elf, distracted by the heat, looked at him suspiciously, wondering if this was some new-age human trick. "You just said you wanted to defeat the Demon King?"

"Well, I can't do that now."

"You really thought about it."

"Of course, hehe, I will become super strong in the future... But it's too cruel. To reach that future, the sacrifices will be too great. The Seven Collapse Sages' army will completely tear peace apart."

Fulilian perked up a little and straightened her back. "Are you suffering from heatstroke?"

The middle-aged man laughed. "You definitely won't understand if I tell you now. The next time we meet—it will be a little too late then. Anyway, you'll understand later. My battlefield will be three years from now, and yours will be even further in the future."

"future?"

There was bitterness in his smile, but more of it was pride. No one could replace him, only he could take over.

Who else but me?

"I can see the future. Three years from now, I will die against the all-knowing Shulahat and the Seven Bengxians... I really can't bear it. Before my ideals and ambitions are realized...

"Don't feel sorry for me. It's a bit presumptuous to say this now. This is for your future self. Don't worry, Fulilian. Someone has to pay the price, and I can get more."

At that time, the man stroked his beard and the look in his eyes became firm.

"A peaceful world will be created in your hands, but before that, the strongest hero of this era will pave the way for you.

"I almost forgot. These two swords were crafted by skilled craftsmen using rare metals. They can even be used as staffs. They conduct magic first-rate and are also very exquisitely designed, right? When swinging the swords, this..."

He suddenly started talking about weapons.

By then, Fulilian had realized something and was listening quietly.

Finally, the strongest hero spoke the name of the weapon he entrusted to the future:

"The light one is the Swift. I cut off a swallow's tail when testing the sword. The heavy one is the Nightingale. It makes a beautiful sound when I wield it. How about that? Pretty cool, right?"

Yes, indeed. Although I can’t remember it, it feels very handsome.

Both.

"I will pave the way for you. From now on, all you have to do is work hard. And you will carry my deeds into the future."

What? Don’t many people still remember this?

……

"Lord Frilian——"

The elf opened his eyes.

In front of me was a gentle woman, her eyes full of concern.

There was also a little kid, about five or six years old, who tried to reach towards her ears, which was very rude.

The woman patted the child and he stood obediently at the back.

Accidentally recalling the past, Fulilian kept going back. It took her a while to return to the present and said the two people's names, "It's Aite and Clara. Why are you here?"

"I'm here to take Lady Fulilian back home. It's bound to be inconvenient for you to go alone."

"How do you know... Never mind."

It must be Celie.

It was just a difference in ideas. Fulilian didn't hate Celie to the extent that she didn't hate her - at least not to the extent that she didn't want to see Celie the same way that she didn't want to see her.

She accepted this help.

"You have some injuries that haven't been treated yet. Please leave them to me."

"Ah good."

There was a strange sense of familiarity.

Is it this person who taught me clearly, or is it the other way around?

Fulilian didn't want to think about those things and could really relax.

Go home.

She remembered again that Qing said he would be back soon. How soon?

If possible, Fulilian hoped to see them when she returned home, safe and sound, and say, "You're so slow, Fulilian."

May 27th is almost here, so consider this an early birthday wish.

And all the things that have not been used in the past thousand years will be used.

……

PS: A small loophole that does not affect reading: the place where Nan Yong fought the decisive battle was at the northernmost point of the northern plateau, which was actually the south of the empire, and did not reach Ode. The previous description will be corrected slowly.

I will update three times today at least. It’s too late and I don’t have the energy, so I will try to update more frequently during the day.

A break on the road: 221, Connectivity Theory

On the day when a certain arrogant great elf returned and asked his disciples to pick up a certain disgraceful guy, Qing also returned to a familiar place.

Tokyo?

No, it's between reincarnations.

The place where he had communicated with Goddess Aqua before was still surrounded by the dark scenery of the universe. Qing didn't see Xiaoxiang or Lady Aqua, which made him a little scared.

After getting used to the hustle and bustle, he felt a little scared at the feeling of being alone and not knowing whether his friends were there.

Fortunately, the wait was short. With a burst of silver light, the goddess appeared - but it was another one.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'm Eris, Aqua-senpai's junior. Nice to meet you. Hello, Qing. You've been really, really hard-working lately. You've done a great job."

This is a woman wearing a blue-black robe and a headscarf. At first glance, she looks a bit like a nun. She has a plump figure and long, fluffy and smooth silver hair.

His tone was gentle and his expression was concerned.

Ten times more goddess-like than Aqua.

She looked at the wounds on Qing's body with some heartache and sadness.

"I'm sorry that due to some matters, I can't help Qing recover here. That would cause this world to connect with that world, and terrible things would happen."

Qing intuitively felt that there was something to worry about, so he asked, "What do you mean by scary?"

"If we were to deal with the threats from the other world you're in at the same time, the workload would double."

That's really scary.

Without waiting for Qing to ask, Eris took the initiative to explain the mechanism between different worlds - this was a theory that Aqua had not explained clearly when she introduced the time difference.

Maybe it's too easy for the blue one.

First of all, when there was no concept of time, with the unremitting efforts of the gods, similar rules were woven for different worlds according to local conditions, and all worlds were connected in series.

Under the spontaneous evolution of the world and the various fundamental rules that are so subtle that even the gods cannot understand, it has become a whole.

Since then, management and maintenance have become more convenient, and it is also possible to coordinate forces to resolve crises and create peace.

The program can run.