Half a year later.

"There is your letter, King. The letter is expected to be answered immediately. The palace guards entered Help's palace early in the morning and presented a letter with the seal of the tower.

Help opened the envelope, only to find that it had been written by Munn's brother, Anschel.

"There was the smell of the sea breeze. "Elves are children of nature and sensitive to all the elements, so Helpe already knows where this letter is coming from. The first few pages of the letter are Ansher expressing his longing for his junior brother Muen, which can be regarded as nonsense. The Elven King's eyes quickly scanned the entire text, and he found several important messages hidden in it.

On the South China Sea side as a whole, the battle between the Pope and the Leviathan has entered the most critical moment. Judging from the current situation, Diason has the upper hand, but for this kind of opponent, it cannot be taken lightly at any time.

In terms of the tower, the three grandmasters sent by Tavasis were far from the archbishops of the Sea God Temple in terms of both battle awareness and the overall situation of the battle, and they didn't even look like magicians of the same realm. In a fit of rage, Tabasis sent the three grandmasters to the north to train. And the "Crown of the Sun" Umash, the "Absolute Force" Raventon, and three other grandmasters who were considered to be good at combat at the Tower headquarters were transferred to the battlefield. Not only that, but Tavasis himself also came to the battlefield one day and built a huge defensive circle for the Sea God Temple, so as to contain the fish people and Naga who had lost the Holy Magister but still had more than 20 grandmaster-level masters, and the circle officially rose before returning to the imperial capital. The five Grandmasters of the battle showed a very high standard, and as he said this, Ansher praised his father and his own ancestors, saying that they had displayed great strength that would be praised by His Highness the Pope.

On the side of the Poseidon Order, nearly twenty archbishops belonging to the Poseidon Order joined forces with the five grandmasters of the Tower to resist the invasion of the two tribes of the deep sea. The Poseidon Order has shown remarkable discipline and will to fight.

In terms of battle damage, since the battle, the Order has lost four archbishops, the Tower has lost a Grandmaster, and the rest of the battle damage needs to be counted at the end of the battle.

As for the Academy, Tabasis returned and convened the Council of the Tower, the highest level. Nearly sixty Grandmasters of the Tower who had rushed back from all over the country attended the meeting (except for a few Grandmasters from the border and the front line). After the decision of recollection, the Tower decided to open a new academy in the primeval forests of the west of the empire, dedicated to training combat talents, and all grandmasters must also be forced to participate in combat training from the end of the meeting. With the consent of the Emperor and the two saints, the academy will begin soon, and His Majesty the Elven King is hereby invited to serve as the honorary president. The Empire promised that the academy would be nominally founded by elves and sub-elves, but also that they would study together. As a sign of sincerity, Anschel also attached a list of "gifts" signed and approved by the three most powerful people in the empire.

At the end of the letter, Ansher stated that the Leviathan incident was not the whole reason for the meeting's passage through the Combat Academy. There is evidence that in other parts of the continent, unidentified movements have also been discovered, and many of the grandmasters who rushed back from various places before the meeting had just completed their special mission. In addition, the tower detected subtle changes in the composition of the mana, which Tavasis suspected could be the cause of the anomaly.

"We believe that this is not just a matter for the Atlantean Empire, but also about the lives of the entire continent. Therefore, I hereby inform Your Majesty to consult the Holy Wisdom. Because of the informal documents, please do not make them public. Finally, let your Majesty be overflowing with personal feelings, and ask Your Majesty to greet your junior brother on your behalf. ”

The Elven King smiled after reading the letter, and told the guard who had come to tell him that he knew about it and gave him time to think about it.

In the past six months, the Elf King has taught Mu En a lot of skills in combat and magic control, but the Elf King doesn't seem to be in a hurry to let Mu En improve his circuit level. He himself doesn't care about this, anyway, every step he takes has been pre-planned, so he just needs to obey the arrangement, and he is not a rebellious person.

In fact, it would be more accurate to say that he seemed to think that it didn't matter what he was going to do.

On this day, Muen was reading the elves' literature in the library.

"Your brother has written me a letter asking me to say hello to you on his behalf, is there anything you would like to say? If there is anything you can write on paper, I will pass it on to him when I reply to him. The Elven King walked in.

"Why do you feel that all races respect you, and that the elves coexist in harmony with them?" asked Muen, closing the book and looking up.

The Elven King lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then replied, "Probably because we are very strong, but we will not compete with them for profit. ”

"What do you think is more important than a peace-loving spirit and a force that can deter all forces?" asked Muen.

The Elven King walked over with a smile and touched his head.

"Losing either of these two would go to extremes. However, I personally believe that strong force is the foundation of one's life, and that the spirit of justice and yearning for peace is the reason for being respected by others. ”

Mu En was silent for a moment.

"Don't you want revenge because of your original hatred......

The Elven King was silent when he heard this...... After a long time, he sighed deeply.

"If we can't let go, we won't be so great anymore. ”

The extreme south of the empire.

The Sage Diason walked on the turbulent sea, and the one who surged the waves was the giant beast that the Elven King called Leviathan.

Leviathan's majestic body was hidden beneath the pitch-black sea, and the hazy shadows exuded an indescribable fear.

On the sea, the Order's holy relic, the mother copy of the Abyssal Codex, had been hovering around Dial-chan, radiating a deep light. Diaxun's robe was already ragged, and blood dripped down his well-defined muscles and melted into the sea. But his eyes were still so calm.

"Turn into a human form, such a huge body will only drag down your control of magic power, and such a low control power can't be compensated for with the magic power reserves of your monster form. Diaxun raised his hand, and the space around him seemed to change because of this movement. An indescribable pressure began to invade the sea where Leviathan was hiding.

This is the beginning of the Pope's swear of his power to heaven and earth. The Leviathan, on the other hand, had fallen into his "realm" involuntarily.

The power of the realm, known as it, is a treasure bestowed by the saints of the Cosmos' favor.

Leviathan was originally a monster living in the abyss, a god of Naga and fishmen, but at this moment, even she felt this irresistible pressure.

The surface of the sea became even more turbulent, and it condensed countless ice spikes from the abyss and poured towards the Pope. Beneath the surface of the sea, the shadow that used to be endless is shrinking.

"Do you only have that power?" the ice spike was powdered before he could get close to Diaxun's side. For a year, Diahoon fought Leviathan alone, and the battles between the two sides collided hundreds of times. But the subtle control of magic allowed the powerful Pope to ignore the blockade of magic pressure and mirror his own magic circuit in the sea. Therefore, even though Leviathan possessed magic reserves and physical strength far beyond that of the Holy Magister, it was still suppressed to such an extent by this Sage of the Sea and the Abyss, and in the rare battles of transforming into a human form, it was surprised to find that the man in front of him with a grim face was like a Shura who had come out of hell. He didn't seem to feel the scars or pain on his body at all, and each time he cast his magic, it was so precise, calming, and so fierce.

The black shadow gradually disappeared, and Diaxun on the sea felt that the original desolate aura gradually faded, and the magic circuit that he projected in the sea water to control the battlefield began to gradually become unstable.

Projection magic circuits are usually something that only magicians at the grandmaster level dare to do, and at this stage, their magic circuits are already complicated to the point of incomprehension, so they are not afraid that someone can reverse their circuits to detonate.

Of course, it's not all risk-free.

The projection circuit was destroyed, and several new wounds opened on Diaxun's body, but he didn't seem to care, but the corners of his mouth curled a little, as if he felt that this battle was finally starting to get interesting.

The wide surface of the water was cut by Weili, and a woman dressed in seawater stood at the bottom of the sea and looked up. At this time, it can be found that her eyes are demonic vertical pupils, emitting a golden light.

"All interactions in the world are essentially transactions. After reading the history of the elves, Mu En looked at the elven philosophy again, but the books in the king's library were certainly not the kind of overviews that Mu En had learned, but the real works of famous masters, like this one...... It was written by the current elven king, Help himself.

"What an interesting point. Mu En looked at this sentence and scratched his head habitually. There doesn't seem to be a barber in the realm of the elves, everyone has long hair, and Muen's hair has not been cut for a year, and it has grown to the length of a shawl. Because he is still young and has not yet grown up and his appearance is relatively soft, he looks like a little girl. Maybe it's for this reason that his relationship with Princess Sozuki seems to be quite close now.

In today's lesson, Mu En asked the Elf King about this philosophical question. The Elven King didn't answer the question directly, but instead used all his magic to rain a summer snow on the vast forests of Avalon. Mu En looked at the Elf King, who could barely feel the magic breath from his body, and felt that he seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence.

In the past six months, the romantic and philosophical qualities of the elves have slowly infected Mu En, who was originally at ease with his encounters. He felt himself gradually transforming from a passive receiver to a thinker, and he often talked to the Elven King about issues that had not been of much concern to the Tower before—issues of life, human affection, and even ultimate care that had nothing to do with the practice of magic. Although the answers to these questions did not make him stronger, he felt that he liked it, and that this kind of knowledge that seemed to be traceable but full of changes made him feel fulfilling. Then when I occasionally look back on the past, I find that the senior brother who usually doesn't have a proper shape is actually a person who is completely different from the pedantic atmosphere of the tower. The "strange knowledge" that Mu En once thought was secretly instilled in him by his senior brother, but now that he tastes it, it turns out that there is a lot of truth.

"Life is actually very strange, because the more questions you come up with, the more questions you have struggled with. Therefore, philosophers often live very tired and do not live this life well. The Elf King smiled and stroked Mu En's soft hair, and Mu En somehow seemed to have tasted a new taste from the Elf King's gentle smile, which was the same as usual.

"Are you tired too, Your Majesty?" he asked, not quite sure of the feeling, so he asked bluntly.

The elf king got up and left, and the body seemed to be hovering in the air: "In this world, how many people can live so easily?"

Mu En, who was lying on the table, heard this sentence and suddenly didn't want to grow up.

In the majestic palace of Atlantis, Annu VII is playing chess with Tavasis, and the two of them are lightly enveloped by the Jiaoluo curtain, which seems to be quiet and elegant. At the end of the game, a psionic guard walked in, knelt down in front of the tent, and said, "I have received a reply from the Elven King and a letter from the Pope. ”

Tavasis, who looked a little inferior in the chess game, smiled: "Your Majesty, the business is important, why don't you read one person first?"

Annu VII laughed, patted Tavasis on the shoulder, and said, "Lord Tower, I have conceded." ”

Tavasis beckoned to the psionic guard to present the letterhead, and at the same time sighed that His Majesty's chess skills were profound and quite a national player.

Annu knew that Tavasis was complimenting him, but he still smiled and took it. He opened the Elven King's letterhead and began to browse it. Tabasis, on the other hand, opened Dialson's letter, which was as concise as his own words.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean by the Elven King's side?" asked Tavasis, placing a few lines of the letter on the table.

"It's still a cliché before, since it's an institution that cultivates force, then the elves won't be involved. However, he was a little relieved, saying that in the name of teaching in the academy, he could send some students to each other every year to exchange studies, and he was willing to send each other less than ten excellent teachers to be stationed on both sides, provided that we did not wage an unjust war against any force. With that, Annu leaned back, "What do you think?"

Tavasis picked up the teacup and blew on it, and said, "If you want to drink good tea, a stable teacup, fine tea leaves, mountain spring water, and patient simmering are all indispensable. ”

Annu nodded. At this stage, although Atlantis is already the largest empire, it is tantamount to a fool's dream to dominate the world like this. The intellectual wealth of elves is coveted by any race. In order to ensure the growth of geniuses, it is necessary to have a relatively stable and controllable environment. After all, the battle of the 10,000-year war of national fortune is not just as simple as conquering. It also needs to be considered in the long term.

"What about the Pope?"

"Diason has reached a settlement with Leviathan. Leviathan decided to go back to sleep, and at the cost that the Pope no longer acted personally against his people. ”

Annu pondered some of the battle reports from this period of time, and wondered: "Didn't you say that the Leviathan had been suppressed by the Pope, and why didn't the Pope kill it directly?"

Tavasis smiled helplessly: "Your Majesty, the Holy Magister is not so easy to kill, let alone an ancient creation. Moreover, although Leviathan was already weak, the Pope himself was not lightly injured. In the doctrine, Leviathan is also the seat of the sea god when he conquers the abyss, and the Pope has a strong faith, even if he has the opportunity, it is not easy to kill the killer. ”

"It's as simple as I thought. Annu lamented.

"By the way, Your Majesty, there has been a recent change in the structure of the magic power, which may have a certain impact on the cultivation. Tavasis paused for a moment and spoke of what he had thought was the biggest thing in his time.

"What impact?"

"If the concentration of this substance becomes higher even higher, then all the people will practice much faster. And at the moment, based on the data that I know, it does have such a trend. ”

"How much faster?"

"The average age of the top students in the inner courtyard of the tower to become high-level mages is about a hundred years old, but if this substance is really what I think, then the average age of their high-level mages is likely to be reduced to about eighty years old. ”

"With so much in advance, does that mean ...... 'that thing' is going to be born?" Annu asked softly, frowning.

"That's right, and the speed at which the elves' mana increases is likely to be the same as it was during the Eternal Empire. ”

"Tears of the Stars, ......"

"But Your Majesty doesn't have to worry too much. From the moment the Tears of the Stars appear to the time they appear, from fifty years to hundreds of years, we have plenty of time to accumulate strength. ”

At this time, a loud and long "Announcer-" sounded from outside the door. A psionic guard galloped over and knelt down in front of the tent: "Report to Your Majesty, Lord of the Tower." South China Sea, Grand Master Umash, Broken Mirror!"

Hearing this, the two people opposite each other at the chess table glanced at each other, then stood up at the same time and walked out of the tent.

"The news is conclusive?!" said Annu VII, who couldn't help but smile on his face.

"Back to Your Majesty, it's true. There is a vision of the sun breaking through the clouds on the surface of the South China Sea, and the only one who can trigger this vision can be the crown of the burning sun. ”

Annu VII and Tavasis looked at each other again, and both could see a smile of pleasure on each other's faces.

"I thought he would break the mirror in the far north, but I didn't expect it to be in the far south. It is worthy of the family crest of the fire phoenix, the adversity is strong, and he is at ease. Tawasis sighed.

Anu nodded and smiled, "Lord Tavasis, it seems that there have been many happy events in the past few years. ”

"It's just more than 300 years old, which is the year of fighting. Congratulations, Crown of the Sun. Sitting in a circle of healers, the Pope said to Umash, who had come to visit.

"I don't dare to admit this fallacious praise, after all, I am more than 100 years older than the Pope and the tower master. Umash smiled.

"Our broken mirror is not a glorious thing. Diaxun snorted, seemingly disdainful of his past.

Umash pondered for a moment, shook his head, and said, "The two of you have paid more pain than me, and they are both pillars of the country worthy of respect. By the way, His Royal Highness the Pope, in addition to thanking you for your help and guidance during this time, I am also here to resign. I'm going back to the North. My son, during the period before the construction of the West Side Pagoda, was taken care of by the Labor Sect. ”

The Pope nodded, stood up and said, "Since it is entrusted by the crown of the hot sun, you should do your best." May you have a smooth journey, and forgive me for being injured, and I will not be far away. ”

Umash bowed deeply to the Pope and turned to leave.

Another half a year later, a white thunder suddenly fell in the calm jungle of the Avalon Forest.

The magic circuit was inscribed to the level of a junior mage, and Mu En was stunned at the place where the thunder fell.

"Originally, the first rune that determined the magic circuit should have been elven. And such a strange magic circuit...... Even I'm a little curious about your future. The Elf King put his hands behind his back and smiled slightly.