Wizard Immortal

Chapter 648 The Promised Journey

"Um?"

Adir was stunned when he saw the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.

The one standing in front of him at this moment was none other than the vessel of the resurrected Blood Moon God, the blood-eyed girl who had personally killed the Bloodthirsty Jazz.

Because of his fear of this deity's identity and terrifying combat power, Adir initially did not intend to deal with her.

Unexpectedly, when he ignored her, she came looking for him.

"What do you want to do?"

Looking at the naked girl before him, Adir calmly asked.

Unfortunately, the girl in front of him did not respond to his words at all. She just stood there quietly, staring into Adir's eyes.

A familiar surge of blood moon power erupted, momentarily startling Adir, who then asked, "You want to leave with me?"

This time, the girl did not remain silent, but nodded.

Adir understood instantly.

Although the Blood Moon God was able to revive from his slumber because of the Bloody Jazz, he had been dead for too long. Even now, he could not regain all his senses and only retained a few instincts.

Therefore, it is entirely understandable that, driven by instinct, one would subconsciously follow Adir.

After all, having transformed the power of slaughter along the way and forcibly accumulated it into the power of the Blood Moon, the Blood Moon power contained within Adir is probably even more vast and pure than that contained within the girl in front of him. It is not surprising that he would be attracted to the girl under the pull of instinct.

"In the end, I also possess your divinity. Since that's the case, you can follow me if you want."

Shaking his head, Adir looked at the girl in front of him and said this before continuing to walk forward.

"In that case, would you mind having one more follower?" Another voice rang out from the corner ahead.

Adir turned to look at the dark corner, where Angola, dressed in an exquisite black suit, was smiling as she walked towards him.

"Your Highness, Angola." Adir was somewhat surprised to see this person.

"Angola, you dare to come any closer!!" A furious roar came from the side.

Seeing the Angolan figure emerge from the corner, Gruul's face was filled with anger, and a surge of rage welled up within him.

He had not forgotten the identity of the Angolan before him: a traitor who had sided with the Night's Watch!

"Brother Gruul, calm down first."

Seeing Gruul's angry face, Angola smiled indifferently: "I didn't do anything to you, why are you so angry with me?"

After speaking, he turned to Adir and asked, "How was it?"

"Follow me?"

Adir stared at the Angolan man with a look of astonishment: "Why would you have such an idea?"

"To be honest, I've always had this idea, but I just didn't have the chance to say it before."

Angolan waved his hand, a helpless look on his face: "Perhaps you don't know, but I want to say that the environment of the Night Watch Church is really not good. Everyone in there has a stern face, as if I am a bad guy."

"I've wanted to start over in a different environment for a long time."

He said it with a grin.

The environment wasn't the real reason; the real reason was that he didn't want to wait to die in the Night Watch Church.

As one of the vessels required for the coming of the Night's Watch King, if he does not want to be placed on an altar in the future, he should find a way to break free from the control of the Night's Watch Church.

In the past, he had no chance because he was being watched all the time, but this time it was different.

God knows how happy Adir was when he dealt with those Night's Watch bishops.

"I didn't have a choice in the past, but now I want to be a good person."

As if afraid that Adir wouldn't believe him, Angola quickly added a sentence.

"These lines... they sound so familiar."

Adir's expression instantly turned somewhat strange. He felt that something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. In the end, he could only nod and say, "Whatever you say."

"Thanks!" Angola replied with a grin, and walked up behind Adir in a very familiar manner, standing side by side with Mar.

From then on, Adir came as two people and left as four.

Moreover, none of these four people are simple.

One is the chosen one of the goddess of fate, one is the descended body of the god of the blood moon, and one is the descended body of the king of the night watch.

Add to that Adir, the overpowered wizard from another world.

Yes, very good and powerful.

Watching Angola's actions and then at Adir's departing figure, Gruul opened his mouth, but in the end he only sighed and didn't say anything.

Seemingly sensing Gruul's emotions, Adir paused before speaking, "I will remain in Tam for some time. During this time, if Your Highness requires anything, you may send someone to the manor to find me at any time."

"good!"

Gruer was overjoyed and nodded quickly.

The support of a legendary figure is the most precious thing.

With Adir's support, even if only for a short period of time, it means that Gruul can act freely during that time.

Three months later.

"Sirimu, are the preparations for the relocation complete?"

Sitting quietly on a wooden chair, holding a very old-looking spellbook in his hands, Adir spoke softly.

"It's mostly ready."

Standing to the side, clad in red leather armor, with her long hair flowing down, Sirim looked exceptionally dashing: "All the preliminary preparations, including supplies, are complete. Just give the word, and we can set off immediately."

At this point, a hint of hesitation appeared on her face: "However, although most of the tribesmen are willing to follow, a small number of them are hesitant and unwilling to leave Tam."

"Those who don't want to leave, just give them a severance package and let them leave on their own."

Adir said calmly, "We don't need to pay special attention to them. Let them do whatever they want."

He wasn't a nanny. He would only reluctantly take care of the people in this body out of consideration for his own possession of it, but since they didn't appreciate it, he wouldn't waste any more time on them.

"Yes." Immediately, Sirimu nodded and quickly went out.

"Lord Yasuo, where do you plan to go next?" a voice asked.

Adir looked up and saw a bald, middle-aged man in a light blue mage's robe smiling at him.

"Behind the Kingdom of Tamru lies a desolate continent, where lost kingdoms and large numbers of barbaric tribes are said to reside."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm preparing to take some men there."

"Preparing to explore uncharted territory? That's a good idea."

Phil smiled and nodded: "I've heard about the desolate northern regions before. It's said that there are many savages there, and many natives have settled down there. It's a good place to develop."

"If Your Excellency leads your people there, I believe that in a few decades, a brand new and vast kingdom will be built."

Looking at the young man before him, who seemed just as he always had, he sighed with genuine emotion.

The last time Firi saw Adir, Adir was just a Silver Knight.

But in just a few months, the Silver Knight of yesteryear became a legend, a legendary figure surpassing even the King of Mages.

During these three months, with the support of the Dark Church, the story of Adir has been widely spread throughout the Kingdom of Tamru. Some of the country's bards have even adapted Adir's story into poems, which are being sung in various places.

Decades later, today's vibrant knights will become legendary figures in epic tales, serving as spiritual symbols for future generations to admire and be passed down through the ages.

Given the legendary creature's tenacious vitality and long lifespan, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Adir will surely live to see that day.

Whenever he thought of this, Phili was filled with emotion and couldn't help but raise his glass: "After learning that you wanted to go to the Northern Desert, I felt as if I could see the future."

"I seem to see that decades from now, a great new nation will be established in today's desert, burning away all that was decadent, barbaric, and backward, and giving birth to a nation with a completely new will."

"In a few hundred years, the desert empire you have built will stand at the top of the world and become one of the most powerful empires of its time."

"The land of deserts".

Looking at Phili, Adir was somewhat surprised: "What you said is somewhat similar to what one of my followers said."

"Is that the lady named Mar?" Phil smiled, his large bald head standing out in the sunlight.

"Yes."

Adir nodded: "After I decided to go to the desert that day, she said something to me that was roughly the same as what you said."

"Haha, that's really great." Phil smiled. "If I have the chance, I must meet this lady."

He raised his glass, downed the fruit wine in one gulp, savoring the sharp taste in his throat, and then said, "When I was young, I accidentally obtained an ancient page from the Book of Destiny and ate it directly, which gave me some unique abilities."

"These abilities have allowed me to escape danger time and time again, enabled me to go further and further on the path of scholarship, and also allowed me to see some unique people."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Sir Yasuo, you are unique."

"The power of fate surrounds you in layers. I can only see that your future is destined to be glorious, but I cannot see the specifics."

Adir smiled, picked up the wine jug, and personally refilled his cup before saying, "Would you like to come with me?"

"Go to the North with you?" Phil asked back.

Adir nodded, then said, "Yes, I personally feel it's a good place, and I believe we'll all have a fresh start there."

(End of this chapter)