Sickly lady in wheelchair, but God

Alsophila took off his coat and covered the sleeping Shiludi with it.

Then she looked up and looked at the bright moon.

The moonlight is so beautiful tonight!

After the Anning Festival, Kundelburg was still bustling with activity. Although the coalition forces had been disbanded, not all of them chose to leave immediately. Many outsiders came to pay their respects to the warriors who died in the war.

Isis left the bustling fortress alone and came to a secluded place dozens of miles away.

Although her plan had major flaws, with the efforts of Sword Princess and others, the powerful monster in the Undead World died and the terrifying behemoth was driven away. Now it was time for her to return to the Undead World and find the way to become king.

Isis stretched out her right hand and began to draw a special magic circle in the air.

This was a magic circle that could teleport her back to the world of the dead. When the circle was halfway through being carved, a rustling sound came from behind her.

She stopped what she was doing, became extremely alert, and even had murderous intent.

"Come out, don't hide anymore, I've found you."

There was another noise in the bushes.

The person who was following her didn't seem to want to hide any longer after his tracks were exposed. He pushed aside the grass and trees in front of him and appeared in front of Isis.

After seeing the person's face clearly, Isis' pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"Yakir?"

The white-haired Yakir was leaning on a slender, crystal clear magic wand. Although he was old, he stood there with his back straight and full of energy, not like an old man at all.

"We meet again." Yakir said calmly.

Isis narrowed her eyes. "You're not here to reminisce about the past, are you? Are you trying to arrest me like you did in the library last time?"

Yakir admitted frankly: "Isis, your presence here means that this undead disaster has a lot to do with you."

Ah.

Isis didn't comment. She looked around: "Where are the others?"

Yakir shook his head. "I'm the only one who followed you. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else what you did. After all, you are my student. I won't allow my reputation to be ruined by you, so I have to solve this matter thoroughly before your actions spread."

Hahaha.

Isis laughed out loud: "Yakir, you are really a good student of the teacher. You can actually follow me all the way here from Vistapa City."

The irony in this statement cannot be hidden at all.

Yakir's expression remained unchanged while Isis continued to rant.

"Since you care so much about the teacher, why have you never thought about resurrecting the teacher? Yakir, I think you are just talking about it. In fact, you are afraid that I will affect your reputation!"

Yakir shook his head and sighed.

Why didn't you try?

He also tried to study the human body, but that was a taboo area. If he wanted to resurrect Teacher Greenville, how much would it cost and how many people would be hurt?

"I know you can't listen to what I say. It's just right. I don't plan to continue nagging you. I came here just to stop you."

Ah.

Isis sneered.

It doesn't matter. She doesn't care about friendship with classmates at all. The only person she cares about is Teacher Greenville.

"Yakir, our feud will come to an end here today!"

Isis took off her coat and looked directly at Yakir.

forest.

The wind moves.

The green leaves were swaying, and in the open space, classmates who had not seen each other for many years were fighting for their lives.

82 Nursery Rhymes Educate Students, Heart-Wrenching Changes [5000]

It was only after Isis and Yakir had been fighting for a while that the nursery rhyme noticed that the two students had started fighting.

She originally wanted to show up as Greenville to stop them.

After all, these were the two students closest to her, and they had supported each other during the difficult times before Greenville College was founded.

Now seeing these two students reaching the point of life and death because of her, how could she not feel emotional?

But when it was about to come, the nursery rhyme suddenly stopped.

Is it true that the most direct way to resolve the conflict between Isis and Akiel is to resurrect the dead Grimwell and have her appear before them?

Probably not.

This can only allow them to put aside their conflicts temporarily, and they will not reflect on what they really did wrong, especially Isis.

Let them fight, and it would be best if the fight ends in an "irreversible" outcome. This way, they will regret the "eternal loss" and reflect on everything they have done in the past.

"Anyway, I'm here to back you up, so no matter how bad it gets, it won't get that bad."

Tong Yao moved her hand away from the phone screen, and the picture on her phone went back to the beginning of the fight between Isis and Yakir. She watched their final battle quietly.

The two sides have completely torn their faces apart and have revealed their murderous intent without any concealment, so this is destined to be a battle that will never end with no one to live or die.

Whether from the perspective of the nursery rhyme or from the perspective of a passerby who does not know the truth, Isis has the absolute upper hand in this battle.

The reason is simple, Yakir is too old.

Over eighty years old is considered old even for someone who has absorbed several kinds of blood to strengthen his body, let alone a seeker like Yakir who has not strengthened his body?

His arms, his cheeks, his bones, everything about him told him that the best thing for him to do now was to sit in the seat reserved for the honorary dean of Greenville College and watch his juniors actively discussing academic issues with a smile on their faces.

Many people want to spend their old age in peace with all the honors they have but cannot do so.

But Yakir came anyway.

There are always some things in this world that are more important to him than life.

This thing can be knowledge, the reputation of a teacher, or friendship with Isis.

Yakir also thought about persuading Isis to let go of her unrealistic ideas and share with him the responsibility of conveying her teacher's ideas to the world.

The teacher's body has only disappeared, but as long as his students are still alive and teach new students, the teacher's heroic spirit will never be erased.

Unfortunately, Isis couldn't hear what he said at all.

In fact, he also understood that an unbridgeable gap had already appeared between him and Isis.

That's because there is a deviation in their understanding of life, and the deviation is huge, just like Isis is still young today, while he is already gray-haired.

Can't go back.

Time moves forward forever, and all the past events are now just broken fragments of memory.

Yakir is risking everything now.

It would be best if I could kill Isis. If I can't kill Isis, my death will leave a mark in Isis' life experience.

In fact, he no longer expected Isis to be influenced by him, but as long as his actions could make Isis hesitate for even a second when doing something that might damage the teacher's reputation, it would be enough.

"Isis!"

An old and spirited voice burst out in the clearing in the woods.

Yakir raised the magic wand in his right hand high.

"Although I am old, I am more than capable of dealing with you. Now I will let you see what the teacher really taught us!"

At this moment, an invisible wind was generated from the magic wand, and the wind quickly spread to the surroundings at an incredibly fast speed. In just a moment, the surrounding trees began to shake violently.

Leaves were peeled off the branches and began to spin rapidly around Yakir.

This scene reminded Isis of what happened in the library that day. That day, Yakir manipulated all kinds of books in the library in this way, beating her so much that she was at a loss and had to turn around and run away.

Same old trick?

Isis sneered.

The reason why she was afraid of Yakir's move was simply because she was in a closed library at the time, where the risk of being beaten up would increase for every second she struggled with Yakir.

Things are different now.

This place is dozens of kilometers away from Kundelburg. Even if they fight for an hour, it is probably difficult for anyone to notice this place.

Therefore, she doesn't need to worry at all!

Isis rushed forward with the green balls surrounding Yakir's body.

The battle officially began, and the progress of the battle was the same as the apparent strength comparison between Isis and Yakir. Facing the attack of the young and strong Isis, the old Yakir could only hold on and struggle.

Yakir is not weak, but that is when he has the support of the Great Library.

After losing the artifact, the Great Library, the only thing he could rely on was his own mental strength.

But now he is not as energetic as before. Not only can he control fewer things, but the precision of his control over the same thing has also decreased.

But since Yakir dared to challenge Isis, he would naturally not be unprepared.

Apart from the various external objects and mental power he created with his knowledge, all he could rely on was his aging body.

Who says an aging body is useless? Doesn’t it still have vitality?

No matter how weak the vitality is, it is still vitality, and using vitality to deal with the undead is perhaps the most direct and effective method in the world!

Isis, you will see the power of the living!

Facing Isis's attack, facing the gray fog that kept squeezing inward, and facing the undead lives that kept walking out of the gray fog, Yakir always kept smiling and his body did not waver at all.

From the day he took over the post of the president of Greenville College, he had learned to remain calm even when faced with a huge catastrophe.

Struggling to hold on?

This is what he is best at!

Another thing he is good at is quietly doing things that can change the status quo while struggling to survive.

For example, now, Isis could not imagine that there was vitality flowing in the land under their feet, and that vitality came out from his feet and finally flowed to the nearby trees.

When the time came, the big tree, which had absorbed enough vitality, began to dance wildly. Its branches swelled up like thick vines, and rushed straight towards Isis as if equipped with tracking and locking devices.

At this time, Isis was moving rapidly among the green leaves. When she realized the danger, she no longer had time to shake off the swollen branches.

"Using yourself as bait?"

Isis's face changed slightly.

Although the situation suddenly reversed, she couldn't say she was that uneasy. She was also a spirit, and a necromancy spirit at that. What she was least afraid of was being tied up.

But this time she made a mistake. Yakir had already calculated everything. Those branches twisting under the stimulation of vitality were not ordinary things. The aura of death she exuded immediately made a "sizzling" sound of burning when it touched them, and the undead life she summoned was pierced into pieces like dried mud.

Snapped!

One branch entangled Isis, and soon there were two, three... dozens of branches, which kept tightening like a giant python.

That's it!

Yakir's eyes lit up.

The sneak attack was finally successful, and the next step was to wait for Isis's body to be corroded by these branches.

He was full of expectations, but things did not go as he expected.

This moment was indeed when he was closest to victory, but it was also when he was most desperate.

He watched as Isis's body suddenly turned as transparent as water, and then a ball of blue flame flew out from it. After flying to the side, it turned into a new Isis.

This new Isis was pale and looked quite weak.

But compared to her, Yakir is even weaker.

"How can you easily comprehend the mystery of the dead?"

Isis stood up, and as she recovered her condition, she slowly walked towards Yakir.

Yakir has been cornered.

He never expected that Isis could abandon her own body and condense a new one with the fire of death.

Now, if he loosened any branch that was entangled with Isis, Isis would immediately break free and return to her full strength. If he didn't let go, he would not be able to distract himself and deal with Isis who was walking towards him step by step.