Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

He already has the title of the most powerful magician in the world.

Although he is still some distance away from being the strongest magician in history, he is an elf, and as time goes by, the magic power in his body will increase.

In the end, he will definitely become the most powerful magician that he deserves!

"She is getting closer and closer to the place where the gods fell!" Lord stood up and moved quickly.

In an instant, Norn understood what Lord meant and nodded: "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah! I have to go."

He looked at Norn, and that look made the latter understand that any dissuasion was useless, although he himself had no intention of dissuading him.

"Then let me give it to you!"

"That's not necessary." Lord wanted to refuse but was interrupted by Norn.

"It's necessary. After all, this may be our last farewell."

After hearing Norn's calm words, Lord stopped talking and let the other party escort him out of the city.

Both of them were in disguise, so it didn't cause any sensation.

"Norn," Lord said in a serious voice, "take good care of the kingdom, and... take good care of yourself."

"I will."

Lord took one last look at his old friend, and without any extra farewell, he strode out of this human country.

Norn looked at the place where Lord disappeared, and only after his footprints were covered by the snow did he slowly move his body, wrapping his coat tightly around him.

Until the end, he still failed to discuss Eric's matter with Lord, and perhaps even he himself had not made up his mind.

But ultimately, that decision still has to be made.

The best option is to bid farewell to your old friend and let him rest in peace.

Chapter 115 Abandoning My Hesitation Here

The end of the western road, the edge of the land where the gods fell.

This was originally a dense forest with no visible boundaries, but thousands of years ago, a meteor fell and an all-consuming black fog enveloped the entire forest.

But now, the black fog here has not dissipated, and has even solidified into a black mud-like existence.

This is the "black mud" formed after the divine power is completely corrupted.

The power of the Goddess of Fertility should have been the purest life force, but in order to completely take over the body of the Goddess of Life, she signed a contract with the demons and made them her own clan.

In this way, he could continuously gain strength and completely suppress the counterattack of the Goddess of Life.

But the power obtained from the demons is not so easy to obtain.

This force indirectly eroded her essence, filling her divine power with the aura of chaos and death.

After the goddess of fertility was killed by Lord again, this power leaked out and turned into the black mud wave we see today.

Everything in the Land of God's Fall was swallowed up by the dead black mud, leaving only an extremely oppressive and suffocating silence.

And Celie was standing not far away from this boundless darkness.

She stood on a mountaintop, her long golden hair scattered by the strong wind, and she held the Holy Sword Athos tightly in her arms.

She stood there for a long, long time.

The golden eyes stared at the darkness before them that could devour everything.

Celia could feel the terrifying power contained therein that was enough to annihilate the soul. It was a taboo that even she did not dare to touch easily.

Even when everyone first came to the Land of God's Fall, the shrouded black fog did not give her such a terrifying feeling.

Although this piece of black mud is terrifying, the power of its owner has completely dissipated. Perhaps after a few thousand years, the black mud will dissipate a lot, and after ten thousand years it will completely dissipate, but she can't wait any longer.

Celia's gaze penetrated the black mud and looked into the deepest part of the God's Falling Land.

Lord.

The other party was completely swallowed by this black mud and disappeared from then on.

The obsession of finding the other person, like a brand, burned her soul and also supported her to come here again.

Thirty years.

A full thirty years!

All the persistence and hard work eventually returned to the starting point, where he finally disappeared.

Before, Celie didn't dare to set foot there, but now, she has no choice.

She had to give herself an answer.

If Lord is still alive, if fragments of his soul still remain in some corner of this land of death, that would be the best reward he has been looking for for some time.

Only here is her last hope, and also her last despair.

"I can't wait any longer. It's been long enough."

Celie's voice was very soft, and only she could hear it, but it contained a determination to cut off all escape routes.

She had been wandering around this area long enough.

Every time I want to step in, I will be blocked by this breath that makes even the soul tremble.

"I can't do this any longer," she said, as if to Athos, or to herself. "I must find the answer, no matter what."

After making up her mind, Celie did not set off immediately.

She left the top of the mountain and gently placed Athos on the cold rock beside her.

She wanted to prepare a tombstone for that guy and for herself in advance.

Casting levitation magic, Celie began to move the black stones scattered nearby.

Her movements were slow and careful.

She carefully selected each rock and then piled it up.

In Lorde's words.

Always leave yourself a way out in everything.

Although Celie didn't know if this could be considered a retreat, it should be, right?

At least let those who come later know about it.

Both I and the other party have been here before.

Finally, she erected the two largest and most complete black rocks as the main body of the tombstone.

Smaller stones are then used to build the base around them.

When the tombstone was completely completed, Celie's fingertips lit up with magical light, which condensed into a carving knife and carved on the surface of the stone bit by bit.

"Lord's Tomb".

After carving the last letter, Celie paused.

If I really find that man, wouldn’t it be inappropriate for me to do this?

Celie didn't know either.

If you really believe in miracles and destiny's reunion as that man said, why don't you find some time to secretly come back and destroy this tombstone?

Having made up her mind, Celie turned her gaze towards the standing stone next to her.

This time, she carved more slowly and hesitantly, as if considering what name to use.

Finally, words filled with indescribable complex emotions appeared on the rock: "My dear friend, Celie."

The two words "close friend" were carved with extraordinary force, much deeper than other fonts.

After carving, Celie stared at the two tombstones for a long time without moving.

Are I and that man really just close friends?

No, that's not right!

He and I are the original partners, the closest companions, and teachers who teach each other.

It seems that simply being a close friend is not enough to describe the relationship between the two.

But Celie couldn't think of any other adjectives.

If that man were here, he might have said something even more shocking.

But he wasn't there.

Fortunately, the other party was not there.

"That's good." Celie whispered to herself, as if saying her final goodbye.

She stood up again, brushed off the dust on her robe, picked up Athos who had been waiting for a long time, and turned to leave.

After walking a distance, she took a last look at the two tombstones that seemed so tiny between heaven and earth.

Fortunately, there are only two pieces, so I won’t be too lonely.

Then, he took a deep breath, letting the air mixed with chaotic magic flow into his lungs, and he cast all his hesitation and indecision behind him.

She no longer looked at the tombstone, nor did she step back, her gaze fixed straight on the dark quagmire.

Take a step forward.

Stepping into the all-consuming darkness.

Shortly after Celie left, a dusty figure appeared in front of the tombstone.

The other party saw the tombstone that Celia had just built, and saw the words "Tomb of Lord" on it at a glance, and his face became a little strange.

When he saw the tombstone next to him, his body stiffened for a moment, and he immediately released magic. After realizing that it was just an empty shell, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Who are you? Spreading rumors here! Don't let me catch you, or you'll be in big trouble!"

But the only one who could do such a thing was the elf lady.

The other party didn't think it was bad luck and erected a monument for himself in advance.