Chapter 118 Despair
No matter how messy it is, it is something else. For Shesna, her only idea at this time is to completely destroy the god and disciple in front of her, or freeze it into ice slag that will never have hope of redemption.
As soon as the words "priest" and "prophet" entered her ears, it seemed that a highly compressed fireball exploded in her heart. At that moment, she only felt the fire and blood all over the sky.
You can't see anything in front of you, only the fire mixed with deadly smoke, the ruthless smoke like a demon, with a ecstasy and disgusting viciousness, tearing the last happiness. Blood confused all the memories, and the ferocious smile is the only hatred. The snow-white knife was stained red by blood, and the edge of the blade was shining in the enchanting fire. She remembered that several gaps on the edge of the blade flashed intermittent red light, which were traces of cutting the skull.
There were also noisy shouts and sad screams. She curled up silently and huddled in the dusty corpse. Blood soaked her, and the torn bones pierced into her skin. The little girl was silent and opened her empty eyes, neither crying nor shouting. Through the cracks in the body, he watched the group of ferocious people destroy everything.
A heartless soul, drifting...
Since then, the five-year-old orphan of the Fire Mage family has had snow-white hair. The little girl's cold eyes refused all kindness and care, and came to Nigra alone through thousands of mountains and rivers.
Ten years.
No one knows the girl's past, but that she is a natural ice and snow female mage, who not only fully understands ice and snow in power, but also completely cold in life. Always white, without any color, only things as pure as snow will she touch.
She only likes white, or pure color, pure snow color. When she has just entered the college, even if she sees people dressed in red, she will have no chance to arouse hatred. A teenager who admired her beauty, wearing the family's traditional red dress and holding the brightest blood rose appeared in front of her laboratory, and then a sword turned into ice and snow inserted in his chest!
If it hadn't been for a mage next to him who loved to join in the fun, the tragic teenager would have become a cold ice soul! That day, Shesna was promoted to a mage and announced that she hated any red, blood and fireworks.
Since that day, she has been away from fireworks and has never eaten any cooked food!
Yes, I have never eaten any cooked food processed by fire again!
Freeze the food to a certain pole at a cold temperature, then break it into small ice crumbs and eat it little by little, which is the support of the female mage. The snow-cold female mage scared the people in the college, both men and women.
No one who knows her dares to let her appear in his dream! No man with a cyan dream will choose her as the goddess of ice and snow. For those people, Hesna is just a madman - not only a madman in spell research, but also a completely complete madman who lives to the mind.
Maybe she had a tragic childhood. Many people guessed, but no one went into it. They just finally knew that the female mage hated gods and apprentices and seemed to have had a conflict, but a female mage who had no one's breath except being strong, and there were not many people cared about everything that belonged to her.
Because of the fireworks and blood all over the sky, she hated all the fire, red and blood. Because of the strength of the blood of the family fire mage, it was coveted and destroyed, so the female mage became a complete ice and snow mage.
The blood faded from her eyes, and the female mage did not have any expression.
"Is this the beginning of my revenge?" There seems to be a whisper in the heart of the silent iceberg of ten thousand years, "Then go, it will disperse with the wind..."
In an instant, dozens of ice edges sealed around Mora's body and fell to the ground and turned into a regular magic light. Not all academic mages are research schools, and there will be any situation in the world, especially in the world of spells famous for their strangeness.
The lights of spells are linked together to form a locked array. However, in this summer, the power of ice and snow is not enough, so Mora still has time to break through and leave. But suddenly there was a strange emotion in my heart. Pictures that belonged to a long time ago circled in my mind and told a sad story. Mora's divine power protected her body into a perfect circle, looked at the female mage who fell into the calmest madness with pity and looked at her from a long time. The past - the unknown past.
The female mage didn't know why the man didn't leave. Maybe it was too late to pray for his god to give her strength. The female mage has a sad smile on the corners of her mouth, so never pray to your God. Death belongs to you, and she is waiting for you in front of you!
desperate to release the ice and snow mana stored in the body, and the painfully transformed bones make a crisp sound. It seems that it will collapse in a while, but the female mage does not stop exporting power at all.
This summer, if you want to fully exert the power of ice and snow, you have to use your own magic to shape your own ice and snow world. Although the god in front of him did not have time to communicate with his god, it seems that there have been inhuman changes in his body. Only by completely sealing his space can he ensure that his information will not be known by his gods. Otherwise, it is likely that he will not face this person in the end, but this one. The god represented by man!
The female mage is very talented, but she can't embark on the road of the Dharma God. The greatest achievement in her life is just a great mage, not to mention not yet! The bloodline originally passed down from the family has been catalyzed by the secret method, rewritten its own attributes, and gained the supreme speed and potential of progress, but the price is that it will never be possible to see the peak of magic and the mystery of man becoming a god!
However, it was enough to kill those people. The female mage suddenly smiled and turned pale in an instant. Endless ice and snow fell from the sky, and the magic array that trapped Mora was supplemented with the greatest mana and bad environment, and all information could no longer be transmitted.
Then, let's start the first step of revenge here.
Cold seal, life is still!
The mana output that exceeds the body's limit is quickly reflected. At this time, there is a crisp sound from the body like ice jade, and then white blood is left from the arm, like milk!
Yes, it's white blood, milk-like color! There is no red blood!
What kind of hatred and madness this...
The breath of life begins to weaken and will soon disappear, but there is always a line of disconnection.
The female mage bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, which stimulated the most powerful and madly affected the summer environment. At the same time, she meditated on the powerful and unknown spell she had created, blessing the magic circle and made her play the most incredible power.
However, the vitality that has reached the line in the magic array seems to be like silk, constantly being extracted, but it is always endless! Then keep pulling down until you die or I die!
If this initial enemy can't be defeated, then hatred is just an episode and insult to the enemy.
Are you in heaven or in the ground? Are you looking at me? If so, please give me strength, do not seek to restore the glory of my ancestors, but just want to give the most hateful punishment to the enemy!
The corners of the female mage's eyes also began to leave snow-white**, milk-like color. It is cold and unredeemable.
Tears slid across the skin, scattered into a mass of fog, wrapping the broken body, and the cracks began to close, as if an omnipotent hand brushed a broken exquisite porcelain. The cracks disappeared, everything was as old, but the weakness of the body proved that everything was not an illusion!
Is the power of the ancestors beginning to awaken? Has the road of revenge begun?
Sena burst into tears and trembled.
In the sealed array, the last sign of life finally disappeared, and the whole array
Boom——
A loud noise turned into a crystal ball the size of a palm.
The wind and snow gradually stopped, and then the last remaining sun of the sunset sprinkled on the crystal ice ball, with colorful glow lingering and extremely beautiful. Before the excitement and blood began to boil, it turned into the most desperate - a pair of jade-like hands holding the sealed ice hockey and came over.
He is firm and unaffected. All the ice and snow turned into a nihilistic gas under his feet and dissipated under the lingering sunset. Only a trace of coldness that remained in the air for a long time showed the traces of their existence.
Every step is light and silent, but for the female mage, it seems to hit the city vertebrae in the chest, and each time is enough to spit out half of the blood of the whole body! The reason why it hasn't been yet is that the body is stiff at this time and unable to express its will at all.
The pace is getting closer and closer.
All hopes and wings have sunk into the abyss without any trace. The female mage shook her body and knelt to the ground, but she stubbornly raised her arm, forced her to support a leg, and looked at Mora calmly.
The last afterglow of the sunset fell on Mora's back, and there was only darkness in Shesna's eyes. The female mage tried her best to open her eyes to see what kind of face the person who easily turned all her efforts into a bubble, but when she looked up, tears flowed uncontrollably.
The female mage roared with hatred and did not want to show such a weak side in front of her enemies. However, the more she endured, the more she could not control her tears. In the end, the female mage could no longer stand it. She buried her head down and buried her face in the last remaining snowdrift on the ground.
Mora looked at the performance of the female mage and thought about the sad and desperate past. All kinds of tastes permeated her heart, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.
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