In the basement overflowing with magic, the witch has just performed a heroic spirit summoning.With the horse's hooves galloping and the solemn chant reverberating slightly, Hermione's slightly surprised gaze, a tall horse in white armor neighed out of the summoning array.Behind the tall, pure white warhorse, Artoria sat on it with a silver dragon lance in her hand instead of a holy sword.Compared with the swordsman Heroic Spirit last time, Artoria's posture and expression that appeared this time were obviously more mature and calmer, with a touch of the majesty of being a superior person.She pulled the reins and let the mighty horse rest in the basement, her eyes calmly looking at the witch who had summoned her.Hermione noticed that Artoria's armor was also simpler than before, wearing a light armor dress that was easy to ride and combat, a red cloak, and gorgeous white fluff at the shoulders.The most important thing is that this time Artoria's clothes are **outfit...
Moreover, the chest shape was at least more than a circle larger than that of the swordsman Heroic Spirit, and the terrifying scale of the chest made Hermione a little ashamed.The knight wore a golden crown on his head, but the strand of dull hair in his hair was exactly the same as Hermione remembered.The witch looked at the Heroic Spirit on the horse.Holding the holy spear in his hand, the majestic Heroic Spirit also looked at Hermione condescendingly, and after a few seconds, after a suffocating gaze, the majestic queen on the war horse suddenly tilted her head, revealing the smile that Hermione remembers.She shrugged at Hermione, and said, "You're keeping your promise, witch...
Hermione. ”Hermione smiled as well, and she stepped forward and held out her hand to the Heroic Spirit on her horse, and she whispered, "Welcome home, Artoria." ”"Hmm."
The Soul Knight nodded restrainedly.She jumped off the horse with skillful and heroic movements, reached out and patted the horse's neck, and then snapped her fingers lightly, and the tall horse, along with the armor, crown and holy spear on her body, dissipated into points of light.In the blink of an eye, she changed into the black unisex suit she wore when she walked in this world.She walked over to Hermione, looked at her Master, and said, "That game...
Who won?
”"Not me, anyway."
Hermione let out a sigh of gloom in her eyes as she said to the Spirit, "You sent me to the finals, but I let you down, or rather, bad luck. ”"But you don't look that frustrated."
The Knight King nodded, she didn't seem surprised by this result, and her expression didn't change much.She looked at Hermione's face and said, "Are you relieved of your failure, or do you have other plans?"
”"It's so easy to let go."
The witch put away her wand and, as usual, took the Heroic Spirit's hand and walked towards the entrance to the basement.She shook her hair quite freely, and said to Artoria who had returned, "But this defeat is not meaningless, I am ready for the next war, next time, we will be more prepared, and most importantly, next time, I will not be a burden to you again." ”Hermione waved her fist, she tilted her head, winked at the Heroic Spirit beside her, and said, "While there's still time, eat a meal first, and then...
We go to Wales and visit the place where you were born. ”"After attending the Kama Taj Inheritance Ceremony, we can go on a trip around the world to see the places you want to go, and this time, we have plenty of time."————————————— Himalayas, in a hidden valley off the beaten track, home to the magical mecca of Kama Taj.The cold temperatures of the outside world did not affect this place protected by magic, and in a world of ice and snow, this sacred place was like another world with a milder climate.The low chimes echo in the glow of the setting sun, and the birds that live in the nearby mountains and forests are startled as they fly in flocks across the fiery red sky.The setting sun shines on the tower, which is quite oriental, casting elongated shadows on the ground in the obscured parts, and the rest of the light emits a faint light on the black bricks.The quaint hanging bell hanging under the eaves was blown by the wind and made a desolate sound, giving this thousand-year-old city a sense of tranquility.The bell rings six times to mark the end of a full day's practice, and at this time of the day, the huge shrine is always bustling with activity.The mages and warrior monks of Kama Taj will do their own thing during the most leisurely moments of the day after dinner, which will add a touch of authenticity to this solemn holy place.Although the people who have lived here for a long time have left behind their worldly concerns and dedicated themselves to higher ideas, people are always social creatures and always have to live in groups.But today is different.Tomorrow at noon is the time of the Supreme Master's lineage, the current Supreme Master Gu Yi will step down from his position, and the new Supreme Master will take over her mantle and continue to do the work of protection.This is a very important ritual, so in the evening, all the people in the Holy Land are busy preparing for tomorrow's holy ceremony.The buildings that have existed here for hundreds of years are being cleaned and redecorated inside and out.The high-level spellcasters command their disciples to use magic to repair the corners of the Holy Land, as if wiping an ancient coin, so that it will show the weight and charm of the ancient inheritance tomorrow.But this busyness did not alarm the owner of the place.In the deepest part of the Holy Land, in a secluded courtyard built on the edge of a ridge and cliff, the ancient mage in white robes was not disturbed, and she left everything to her disciples.And she herself, instead of staying in the ashram to realize the supreme truth as before, picked up a rare broom made of bamboo, and cleaned the fallen leaves and dust on the ground in the square covered with bluestones.She's doing it very seriously, and she seems to be putting her whole heart and soul into it.Although for a spellcaster of her level, there is no need to use magic, as long as the mind moves slightly, the wind from nature will sweep away these fallen leaves."
You're here?"
The Ancient One had his back to the entrance to this courtyard.She cleaned with a gentle expression, and the mischievous wind blew her robe, causing the corners of her coat to flutter behind her like a cloak.Instead of looking back at the silent visitor, she was waving her broom, gathering the fallen leaves under her feet, and she whispered, "Are you here to bid me farewell?"
”"Yes, Mentor."
Mage Mordo, carrying a small burden on his back, stood at the edge of the platform, wearing a long hood that covered his face.He seemed ashamed and shameless to face his mentor.He bowed his head and said to the Supreme Master, "I have made the wrong choice because of my personal thoughts and deviated from your teachings.I did something wrong and brought shame to the Holy Land.I woke up the wrong way and let you down. ”Mordo clenched his fists, and his tone became more and more depressed and astringent.He was like a complete loser, he said, "I lost, I failed to defend the heritage of the Holy Land, I failed to live up to the expectations of my companions, although no one blames me, but I...""
You still can't get past your own level, can you?"
The Supreme Mage held the broom in her hand, and she looked at the pile of gathered leaves at her feet, as if she had accomplished something important.In the light of the setting sun, the Supreme One raised his head and looked at the sky.She said to her disciple in a gentle tone, as if chatting, "You feel that you are a sinner in this city, and you feel that every minute and second you stay here will make you live in a dark nightmare, and that shadow will envelop you, as if there is a monster of sarcasm hidden in it." ”"Its gaze makes you feel heart-rending with every breath.""
Yes, Mentor."
Facing his most trusted mentor, Mordo let down his defense.He was like a confused child, he raised his head, and there was a trace of hesitation on his frustrated and haggard face, in his dark eyes and heavy eyes, and the broken light floated in his eyes.Losing the spirit of the past is like losing the soul, and there is only a walking body here."
I'm here to bid you farewell."
Mordo knelt on the ground and made a five-body bow, touching his forehead against the cold masonry.He said to the ancient one: "Everything has settled, the past events, my mistakes and extremes can no longer be changed, this painful memory will accompany me for the rest of my life, I know, you may not care...""
Who says I don't care?"
The Ancient One interrupted Mordo's words.She turned her head and looked at her disciple, she raised her left hand and placed it in the air, and she said, "Indeed, Mordu, before the battle began, I had already let go of the inheritance of the Supreme Mage's position, and no matter what the outcome was, I would gladly accept it. ”"The depth of the entanglement between you and Dormammu is something I never foresaw, I see your choice, I see the moment when the demon devours you.""
But I also saw the moment when you finally defeated your own demons and got back on the right path."
There was a gentle light in the Supreme Master's eyes, and she walked up to the disciple, bent down, and helped Mo Du to stand up.She said to her disciples, "I don't care if you make mistakes.I've seen so much of humanity versus darkness, and I'm not going to rebuke you for it.You are walking on your own path, and as long as you are trying, then it is inevitable to make mistakes. ”"I've made mistakes, but I'm still here.""
What I really can't tolerate is that the evil spirit is trying to defile the soul of my disciple, it treats it as a trivial matter, and tries to achieve its evil purpose with the fall of a soul."
Gu Yi looked into Mordo's eyes, she accentuated her tone, she said, "They always don't care about these things, in order to engulf the world, they can sit back and watch countless souls like you fall into despair. ”"But we won't, we're going to save a seemingly insignificant soul as we save the whole world, and that's why we always win and they always lose.""
Justice is a very broad concept, Mordo, many people scoff at it, but justice exists, and it is also a power."
The Supreme Master raised his hand and straightened the collar of his disciple who was about to leave for a long time, and she said, "Although I never judge, I know that it is the most powerful force in this world. ”"You are a persistent person, I will not try to persuade you to let go of this attachment, because that is the source of your strength, so I will not stop you from leaving, Mordo.""
Go outside and take a look, continue to follow your own path in life, find more reasons for you to persevere, and continue to carry those pains forward.""
One day, you will reconcile with yourself; Someday, you'll get past your own level; One day, you will be reborn from your dark past. ”Gu Yi let out a sigh, she patted Mordo's shoulder, and waved her hand quite freely.She said, "Go, and before you go, go and see the king." ”"He blames himself as much as you do, maybe you can help me persuade him."
Mordo wiped his eyes with his arm, he took a step back, pulled up the hood on top of his head again, covering his face and eyes, and then leaned down towards the Supreme Mage.After bowing goodbye, he turned and walked towards the exit.Behind him, Gu Yi put his hands behind his back, watching his disciple leave.It's goodbye...
This is goodbye.Mo Du didn't know that after today, he and the Ancient One Master would never see each other again."
Woohoo" In a slightly strange hissing sound, a small dark red raven the size of a sparrow flapped its wings, spun a few times in the halo of the setting sun, and landed on the shoulder of the Supreme Mage.The raven tilted its head and stared at the Supreme Mage who was silent with black onyx-like eyes.After a few seconds, it moved its beak and made a sound that belonged to Merlin."
Mordo is indeed responsible for his failures, but it's not just his mistakes, Master, I guess, you were aware of Mordo's contact with Dormammu before he entered the scramble.""
I'm curious, why do you want to let the demons in your disciple's heart grow?"
The Ancient One did not answer.She glanced at the fallen leaves that gathered behind her, and then waved her finger lightly, and the fallen leaves were blown out of the cliff by the sudden wind.As the wind blew the white robe and swayed, the Supreme Mage played with the sandalwood fan in her hand and walked slowly back to the quiet room, where she knelt behind the desk and picked up the book she had read for most of the time.She flipped the pages of the book, and in the evening as the night fell, she whispered, "There are some seemingly simple truths that are difficult to truly understand without really experiencing them once." ”"Order and chaos, darkness and light, evil and justice, these facts and concepts are also difficult to explain in words.""
Rather than waiting for the future in which the demons in the heart of the persistent person swell into a storm and engulf him in one bite, I hope that Mo Du can become more determined after suffering a loss.""
He lost this time, but he had another chance.But if he gives up completely, there is no hope. ”The Raven Spirit, shrunk in its body, stood on the Ancient One's desk, it looked at the Supreme Mage, and said, "I am really touched by the fact that you are still trying to save a flawed soul now, which is about to leave.But Master Ancient, you're not the kind of person who would let others do evil, so I'm guessing there's something unlucky going on, right?
”"Dormammu behaves perversely, obsessing about the Earth, but is extremely cunning, and it is difficult to catch its whereabouts, but this time, it has voluntarily exposed itself to my eyes."
The Supreme Mage looked at the book in her hand, looking at the words, and the eyes of Agomoto that she had placed in her hand oozed a green glow.Ancient One whispered, "Before leaving, I want to do one last thing for this star, I want to hunt Dormammu, just tomorrow." ”"Interested in getting involved?
Lord Raven. ”()