From the east, figures are flying towards each other on broomsticks and wands. These are the only magicians left after the catastrophe subsided, only a few hundred of them.
"Not return!"
Their leader is Melutia, accompanied by Hetty and Milo.
"No return, you guys are fine, that's great!"
Melutia smiled, then glanced around and asked, "Where is the mentor?"
But Wang Bugui didn't answer her immediately. Instead, he turned aside subconsciously, as if he was deliberately avoiding it.
"What's wrong?" Melutia stepped forward.
Wang Bugui went through a lot of inner struggle before he had no choice but to turn around. His slightly moist eyes were filled with sadness and he said: "Teach her"
Seeing his hesitant expression, Melutia had a bad feeling in her heart and asked anxiously: "What happened to her?!"
"She has passed away. We don't know where she disappeared. Only a photo and a letter were left behind." Wang Bugui lowered his head and said.
After saying this, he took out a photo he had just obtained. It clearly records the last moments of Clara's life, wearing a gorgeous white wedding dress.
Wearing the most beautiful makeup, she looked like an exquisite princess, being gently held in the arms of the Blood Demon King in a suit like a princess.
Clara had a really beautiful smile, and the man she loved deeply was inherently evil and arrogant, but after seeing that smile, he also smiled in an extremely doting manner.
Surrounding the two of them were strange flowers flying in the sky, all of which were the most beautiful flowers in ancient times that the Blood Demon King remembered. He used his last spiritual power to let Clara see him, just to give her the most beautiful wedding.
"No, no it won't happen!!"
Melutia covered her chest and fell to her knees, her trembling hands trying her best not to let the photo fall. Tears kept dripping on the beautiful photo.
The more beautiful the picture was, the more poignant it seemed to her. She could imagine what the next scene would be like, where the two would embrace and kiss.
But the moment they kissed, they simultaneously turned into light rain and slowly dissipated between heaven and earth.
"Teacher!!" Hetty fell to her knees unable to stop, sobbing uncontrollably.
"No!!!"
Milo looked like a madman, looking up to the sky and screaming in grief. At this moment, he only felt that his heart was pierced by countless daggers, and even breathing was in severe pain.
"This is the letter left by the mentor."
Wang Bugui walked up to Melutia and handed over the letter. She took the envelope in despair and saw only a paragraph of words engraved with magic.
After the envelope was opened, these words slowly floated in the air, and everyone saw the words.
"Melutia, when you see this letter, I will no longer be in this world. Please don't be too sad. This is my destiny. I realized it from the day I became a red dragon envoy."
"I am here to appoint you as the next sage, and ask you to lead the Black Tower to fight against all evil in the world. Hetty, Milo, if you can, I hope you can assist her."
"My mentor failed to protect you in this battle. I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me, mentor. I can no longer watch you live a happy life."
"My good children, I don't know how many of you are left. But I swear, I will never forget your names until my death. I secretly left a wedding dress in your wardrobe."
"I hope you can find a partner you can risk your life for, put on that wedding dress, and be the most beautiful and happiest bride."
"In addition, Milo also has a new costume, which I made myself. You should obtain the qualifications of a magician."
"I believe that the fate of magicians and witches will not always be miserable. The world may be unfair to us, but it also gives us beautiful memories."
"One day, the world will know that witches can make the world a better place. The Black Tower is a beacon to guide the lost and a tower of hope that shines on the world."
"The flame of the red dragon has been extinguished, but the era of the Black Tower will not end. There is still a fire of hope, which will be passed on by you."
"Children, I will silently pray for you in another world. I wish you a safe life."
"—Love your mentor, Clara Franmeier."
After a few minutes, the text disappeared. Returning to the envelope, the brilliance of magic dimmed and turned into an ordinary letter.
"tutor!!!"
"Teacher, come back!!"
"Woo."
All the magicians howled and couldn't stop their tears. Clara is their most beloved mentor, and she has raised all the people here.
The status is equal to, even surpasses that of his biological mother. Because most of the magicians in the Black Tower are people who have been abandoned by society or abandoned by their parents since birth.
Their childhood and even their lives should have been dark and miserable. But when they were weak and helpless, Clara broke into their young and innocent hearts.
Lead them out of the dark and heartless world and into another world full of light and hope. It even gave them a wonderful childhood and a warm life that they never dared to hope for.
No matter what kind of request you have, you can try to meet her. If you have any concerns, you can talk to her. Maybe the next day she will silently solve all your worries.
Such a kind and gentle "mother" left so suddenly. The hearts of all the magicians seemed to be shattered at this moment, and they were running away from this tragic reality.
"Melutia." Wang Bugui frowned, but he didn't know how to persuade her. After all, he had only just stepped out of the shadows.
"I know, I know. Please give us some time to say goodbye to our mentor for the final time." Melutia cried.
After saying this, she clasped her hands together and gathered together a stream of magical light.
"Buzz!"
Immediately afterwards, the magicians behind him also followed suit, and countless lights lit up one after another. Under their feet, a small magic circle was formed.
This is the prayer magic of the Black Tower, generally used to communicate with elemental spirits, or to pay homage to deceased sages.
They wanted to send off Clara, the mentor who had long played the role of mother, the person they respected the most, and who deserved a solemn send-off by all.
Wang Bugui no longer cares about it, so these matters can only be left to them to solve.
"My little friend, Liang, I have to say goodbye."
At this moment, Zhuge Liang also walked up, with Zhao Yun following closely beside him.
"Senior, you guys?" Wang Bugui subconsciously took two steps back, and there was an unknown premonition in his heart.
"hehe."
Zhuge Liang smiled calmly, shook his feather fan slightly, and said: "It seems that the little friend can guess it in his heart, so it doesn't matter if Liang just says it. The senior Blood Demon King has left, and we will soon follow in his footsteps."
"how come?!"
The hearts of the members of the Blood Moon Hunters were cold. They really didn't want to experience this kind of separation again.
Zhuge Liang shook his head and said: "My friends, don't get excited. We are just obsessed with each other, and they will dissipate sooner or later. I have no regrets if I can fight for China before I die."
"We are destined to meet each other once. I will have no regrets in my life to get to know all the young talents. I leave China to you and I can leave with peace of mind."
"Senior!" Zhao Changge gritted his teeth.
"Changge, don't be like this!"
At this time, Zhao Yun also spoke, stepped forward, and said: "A man will not shed tears easily. I have been prepared long before the battle, and I have been determined to fight to the death."
"Being able to live till now has exceeded my expectations. I have also been able to witness a wonderful tribulation and the country is here to stay. I have no regrets in this life."
"You have inherited my marksmanship. You should practice well. The future of China will depend on you to protect it. Remember, use the silver spear in your hand to protect this great river and mountains."
"Don't let foreigners invade our homeland, not even an inch of mountains and rivers, not an inch of blood!"
After saying this, light began to appear on the two of them, and at the same time, their bodies gradually faded.
"senior!!"
Everyone cried and shouted, but they could not stop them from gradually turning into brilliance and disappearing.
"Wude, carry forward the Eight Formation Diagram and make as much contribution to China as possible. I have a bag of tips that you can open in one month."
Zhuge Liang said slowly, then waved his feather fan, called out a bag and handed it to Yu Wude, and said: "Remember, it must be opened after one month, and it cannot be opened unless there is a crisis."
"Liang is no longer able to contribute to the people of the world. I can only entrust you with the important task of helping the world. Please forgive me for leaving it to you. Liang, I would like to thank you all!"
At the same time, Zhao Yun saluted with a gun and said: "Zilong is grateful for the care of all my friends. I wish you a smooth path!"
Finally, the two of them bowed together and said, "Goodbye, fellow Taoists!"
After saying this, the bodies of Zhuge Liang and Zhao Yun quickly turned into light rain and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.
The light rain of the two souls rose with the wind and slowly flew towards the land of Sichuan and Sichuan. It continues to fall to the ground along the way and is buried in China forever, nourishing this devastated earth.