Wigofortz stood there, watching the chaotic scene not far away.

His master had long become a vague human-shaped black shadow, lying on the muddy ground, as if he had completely lost his ability to resist.

The people who had been watching before, who knew and did not know, were surrounding the shadows, talking about something.

Just when Wigofortz was at a loss, he saw the black-haired mage walking straight to him and turning around and standing side by side with him.

"Don't you go and help your master?" said the mage suddenly, fiddling with a strangely shaped horn in his hand.

"Ah?" Wigofortz was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the young man next to him, and saw that the other party was pouring out some nuts and dried fruits from his horn.

Wigofortz was silent, but he still did not answer.

He doesn't know what to do.

Fight?

Everything that just happened was completely beyond his ability to understand, and even time became a manipulatorable weapon in the hands of these creatures.

Escape?

Except for the area around it that was shrouded in the shield, the whole world outside stopped.

He is even less in the mood to do anything now.

That so-called contract was a trap at the beginning.

The whole contract related to him had been burned completely.

He thought he was a bargaining chip, but in the end he found that he didn't even count the bargaining chips.

"What do you want to do afterward?" The dark-haired young man ate a nut and creaked in his mouth.

"Go to die..." he replied, then added: "I said I myself."

The mirror master was his master, and he had a feeling that his life was linked to the other party.

The black-haired young man nodded and handed the horn in front of him, as if he wanted to share the food inside.

"Thanks."

He did not refuse, took out a few raisins from his horn and chewed them in his mouth.

The sweet and sour taste fills the taste buds.

Wigofortz widened his eyes at the shriveled grapes in his hand.

He used to be a great sorcerer in the Brotherhood of Warlocks, and he read all the glitz of the world in his life of over 100 years old.

He has tasted all the food, wine and colors in this world, but he never knew that ordinary raisins could be so delicious.

The warlock smiled bitterly.

Death quietly changed everything.

"My wish is..." A female voice attracted the attention of Wigofortz.

He looked up and saw Yennefa shouting loudly at the dark shadow on the ground, the sorcerer's voice was louder than that of a man.

"I want to restore my fertility!"

Wigofortz chuckled.

Yennefa's wish was really expected.

Due to the corrosion effect of chaotic energy on certain specific organs, most female warlocks cannot give birth.

But there are still some extreme exceptions.

For example, himself.

He was abandoned by his parents since he was a child and wandered around with some druids. It took him a long time to realize that his mother was an absolute sorcerer.

This also means that he is, or may be the only [Source Warlock] in the world today.

"Dharma Source" is born in his body. When other sorcerers are still trying to learn to manipulate the surrounding chaotic energy, he can use the "Dharma Source" in his body to cast spells freely when he was young.

A white light flashed by,

Wigofortz saw Yennefa covering his lower abdomen, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

That wish seemed to be fulfilled without discount.

He saw the sorcerer and Geralt embrace.

But the expression of the witch hunter is a bit complicated.

"I heard you have suffered the loss of a sorcerer." The black-haired young man on the side handed over the horn again.

"Ah, yes..." Wigofortz took the horn and poured some candied fruit into his hand: "A stupid thing when he was young."

He looked at the witch hunter who had countless things in common with him, and he looked in a difficult face and made the same wish as the sorcerer in front of the mirror.

Both I and Bailang had a moving relationship with the sorcerer, but I ended up in failure and became a sorcerer because of this.

Both of them are both sorcerers. If there were no trials of the Green Grass, White Wolf would probably become a powerful source sorcerer.

For some reason, he could always see himself in the other person.

That is probably the self in another time and space.

A possibility that you can never verify.

Thinking of this, he asked on his own initiative. "What about you? What will you do next?"

"Go to find Xiri." The black-haired mage ate a nut and said lightly.

"Haha..." Weigofortz couldn't help but chuckled: "Good luck."

There is no one in this world that is harder to find than Cialira.

He has a deep understanding of this.

"My other wish..." He saw Geralt squatting in front of the dark shadow, his voice low and loud: "Let Ciale return to us immediately."

"Wacrasum...I can't do it...She's too far...darugzzua..." The dark shadow lying on the ground screamed: "I don't know...I can't do it..."

Wigofortz shook his head.

This mirror master is far from omnipotent.

The black-haired mage around him had tried several wishes before, although they were all things that he couldn't understand.

What are "restoring Patos", "extinction of the flesh and blood demon", "resurrecting Agesha", "finding the earth", etc., but none of them work.

When Master Mirror heard the word "Earth", he burst into laughter and said something he could not understand at all.

The mage ended up only getting the strangely shaped horn, a plain wine bottle, and an ugly black saddle.

At this time, the mage was naturally not surprised by the scene in front of him and continued to eat nuts as if nothing had happened.

"Wiggofortz, I'm a little curious, why did you never forget the ancient blood before?"

This somewhat embarrassing question made the warlock not know how to answer it for a while.

He looked at the horn in his hand, and it was still full of food. It seemed that it had never decreased.

"For..." The warlock raised his head and looked at the night sky, but he wanted to say something and stopped: "You probably won't understand."

When he thinks, he likes to look at the sky and the stars the most.

However, at this time the semi-transparent shield still covered everyone's heads.

The starry sky is blurred, like an illusory reflection on the lake surface.

When he was a child, he was always curious about what the stars were.

When he knew that it was countless worlds, he had become the most powerful warlock in the world.

The northern countries respect him, while the southern emperor promised him half of the world.

But that wasn't what he really wanted, and he never knew what he really longed for.

Until he heard that there was something called [Ancient Blood] in the world.

Only then did he truly understand what he wanted.

That was something he was pursuing for half of his life later.

He first found the down-and-out Enshir Enris and became the wise man the prince relied on the most.

It was under his guidance that Enhill rescued the invading King Sintra on a rainy night with the law of accident.

Enhill's inexperienced hedgehog became a master of love under his earnest teaching, which made Princess Sintra wholeheartedly and even gave birth to Xili before marriage.

Everything is for [Ancient Blood].

The only one who could let him leave this damn land that bound him and travel around the stars.

Thinking of this, a doubt suddenly arose from Wigofortz's heart.

He turned to look at the young man beside him, the mage from the stars:

"Why are you looking for Cialira?"
To be continued...