Wizard: I devour the stars with swarms of insects.

Chapter 212 The Sad Mentor Morse

Therefore, it is likely that the wizard Gellert is now unable to withstand the energy backlash from the elemental storm.

This causes one's own physical body to disintegrate into countless energy elements of nature, dissipating into the air.

They transform into wind and rain, ceasing to exist, or rather... returning to nature, burying themselves between heaven and earth.

"This, this idiot... moron!"

Now, after hearing the results from Wizard Bolton, Mentor Morse was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, he couldn't help but shout angrily.

He was so angry that his chest felt like it was trembling.

Furthermore, Wayne noticed that Professor Morse's goat-like eyes seemed to be getting moist, with reddening rims.

The energy fluctuations in the goat's eyes are unstable ripples caused by huge emotional ups and downs.

"Morse!"

He noticed Morse's agitated emotions and the rise and fall of his chest, his breathing becoming heavier.

Wizard Bolton quickly advised him to try to remain calm and not have too much emotional fluctuation.

Because they had been attacked in the Sickle Moon Forest, their injuries had not yet fully healed.

"If I were to experience any intense emotional fluctuations now, it could easily worsen my injuries," said Wizard Bolton.

"The reason I didn't tell you about Gellert's news was because I was worried you wouldn't be able to handle it, but I didn't expect you to insist on asking."

"In the wizarding world, life and death are unpredictable. Gellert perished at the wizarding academy while covering the escape of others."

"In the future, his name will surely be engraved as an immortal monument, forever standing in the Hall of Fame of our Wizarding Academy in the Black Forest City, revered by generations of students!"

"That's what the wizard Bolton said in comfort."

Meanwhile, Morse's mentor, who was standing next to him, seemed to have not yet calmed down, and his eyes were red and moist.

Scenes from the past flashed before my eyes; it was an autumn day more than forty years ago.

When the sycamore leaves in the Black Forest City turn yellow, they fall softly in the wind, carpeting the main road of the academy.

The two young men were standing in line at the wizarding college's new student registration area.

They were all wizard apprentices who had traveled thousands of miles to study at the Wizard Academy in the Black Forest City.

Of the two, one was tall with fiery red hair and an arrogant, sharp air about him.

The other was thin and pale, with a pair of modified goat eyes hidden under a hood.

The two figures in my memory were Gellert and myself. After arriving at the wizarding academy, Gellert and I were assigned to the same dormitory.

At first, I had a very good relationship with Gellert.

The two ate together in the cafeteria, practiced witchcraft together in the training ground, and sneaked out of the dormitory late at night to hunt for magical beasts they needed in the dark forest.

They also frequently exchanged witchcraft experiences together, working together towards becoming formal wizards.

However, later, due to differences in the direction and philosophy of witchcraft, a rift began to develop between him and Gellert.

Gellert believed that the ultimate goal of witchcraft was to enhance one's own power and continuously increase the power of witchcraft.

Only eternal power is everything; I am determined to use power to earn the respect of the world, and to control the world with force and coercion.

He resolved to join the Wizarding Tower of the Elemental Hands and begin studying the power of the elements.

He was even willing to abandon his original witchcraft major, which he had studied during his wizarding career, for this.

Only then can one achieve true power.

Because of their different pursuit of power, Gellert and I began to have disagreements, and these disagreements grew increasingly larger.

Later, Gellert joined the elemental wizarding tower, completely breaking with himself, and the two became like oil and water.

However, Gellert's magical talent has always been far superior to his own.

Three months later, he independently completed an innovative experiment on element compression, which caused a sensation throughout the Element Tower.

He was regarded as the apple of the eye by the mentors of the Elemental Tower, who poured the scarcest resources into him, further widening the gap between them.

Meanwhile, his progress had been slow, and even his advancement to a formal wizard took ten years longer than the other's.

After he was promoted to a formal wizard, he had already been entrenched in the wizard realm for many years.

And he began to advance towards becoming a second-circle wizard.

His research into elemental magic further amplified the power of his spells and abilities.

Within the wizarding academy, no one from other wizarding professions dared to challenge its prowess.

For many years, it can be said that Gellert has always been one step ahead of him in the Wizarding Academy of the Black Forest City.

And later, he was promoted to the rank of vice dean, while he was still just an ordinary wizard.

The Elemental Hand Wizarding Tower, personally founded by Gellert, has a large number of disciples and followers throughout the wizarding academies.

Furthermore, various wizards are stationed at various locations outside the region, while what about himself? He has very few disciples, and their quality is generally mediocre.

The best one was only a second-class wizard apprentice, not even a first-class wizard apprentice.

He had always been inferior to Gellert; the difference between them was like that between the ocean and a river, or the sun and a firefly.

I am like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

As the gap widened, the loneliness and heartache I felt were indescribable.

But in fact, I have always admired this former close friend and sincerely admired his abilities and talents.

It was simply because they pursued the path of wizardry in different directions that they diverged and eventually drifted apart.

Furthermore, in private, because I have such an excellent and outstanding role model, I also strive to pursue him.

Keep catching up.

Treat it as a goal to strive for throughout one's life.

So now, to hear that Gellert actually perished in the Wizarding Academy in the Black Forest City, falling into ruin.

Morse's vision blurred for a moment, his eyes glazed over, and his thoughts were a jumble of complex emotions, tinged with a faint sadness and loneliness.

Thinking back to when Gellert appeared to help them fight against the dark wizards with the Shadow Orbs.

In fact, Gellert was already operating beyond his capacity at that time, and his body was showing signs of disintegration, with some organs beginning to turn into elements.

But at that time, this guy kept holding on, insisting on pushing the elemental storm to its maximum to resist those dark wizards and cover their retreat.

If they had taken him with them when they left, they wouldn't have ended up dying at the Wizarding Academy in the Black Forest City.

They will not end up with their physical bodies disintegrating, completely turning into elemental particles, and dissipating into the air.

If I had advised them to leave back then, would the outcome have been... different?