The roll is stretched, and the pale green and yellow-brown colors are intertwined to create the rudiments of the continent.

"Well, this is the Elven Forest." Moya's fingertips crossed the southwesternmost corner of the map, "Before the elves had the ambition to establish a country, it was also called the Southern Forest, which is geographically one of the most remote areas of the continent - to the west and south is the endless sea, and the sea is often plagued by storms; To the north is Mastan, the great power of the new god camp, the place where the pure white goddess is present; And to the east of the forest, there are two kingdoms that exist, one of which is a diehard of the Old Gods faction, Xerxes, fortunately it is only a small country, and what can be done is quite limited. ”

After a slight pause, the owner of the Elven Tower continued: "And what we really need to consider is another country in the east, although it is not a great power on the mainland, but it is also a big country with enough right to speak - Gable, known as the country of mountains, is not rich in resources, and the land can even be said to be barren, but the strong fighting power and fighting will of the mountain people make no one underestimate. ”

"Yes, I know." Monia echoed, she had also heard of the fighting power of the mountain people, the more barren the people in the area tended to be the more fierce, in the mercenary circle of Mastan, the mountain people mercenaries were the most sought-after, but-"What does this have to do with the ambassador corps?" This morning there was a man named Isdamel...... Ismedar, perhaps? The guy invited me to join the mission to the Land of Mountains, and although it was a little strange, it didn't seem like a lie. ”

"It's Istamamel," affirmed Moya, "that is, and I have heard that you have been released by him once before I am going to talk to you about it—the mission to the country of mountains is imperative, and indeed very important, so the selection of personnel is of paramount importance. ”

"Yes." Monia was noncommittal, just lowered her head, thinking about the meaning of the act of "envoy", and then suddenly opened her crimson eyes, raised her head in disbelief, looked at the absolute high-level existence in the elven power system in front of her, and said abruptly: "Yes...... Is it coming? ”

"That's right." Although he didn't specify it, Moya knew what the little mage was trying to say, "War is coming—the religious lunatics of the Church aren't going to give us much of a breather, and it seems that even those who give their heads and the contents of their heads to the gods know that time is never on their side." ”

"The Church's actions should be top secret, right?" Not distrustful, Monia was just a little curious.

"We haven't had anyone who has been able to infiltrate the upper echelons of the church yet," Mo Ya said with a look of regret on his face, "However, it is completely impossible to keep a military operation as large as an expedition in absolute secrecy - especially when we are always keeping an eye on the actions of the church."

Taking a sip of black tea, she continued: "Everything is in a state of interconnection, and we are ignorant of the Church's order to mobilize troops, but the waves caused by this order have been observed by us - in the western countries, near the southwest region, the price of grain and pig iron have risen unreasonably, and the recent movements of the major main knights under the command of the Three Pillar Gods, the head of the gods, are not clear...... The combination of all sorts of news, big and small, makes it as difficult to deduce that the church intends to move on the southwest as hard as you might think. ”

"It won't be easy." Mages are not the ones who follow the crowd, and the process of deducing from the results is certainly simple, but it is not as easy as it seems to be to connect these seemingly inconsequential pieces of information without knowing it.

"It's the elves who lurk in the realm of the Old Gods who believe in it." The archmage who ruled the Elven Tower shook his head, got up, and looked at the distant sky through the window, "The realm ruled by the old gods is the most unfriendly realm to the elves, and once their race is exposed, there is no doubt that a punishment worse than death awaits them - but even so, there are still many elves in the Elven Forest who are willing to take the risk of stepping on that land covered in the blood of their clansmen, just for the information that may exist. ”

"Hmm." Monia whispered in reply, not saying much - in fact she didn't know what to say, a race is cornered, and there will always be people who give everything for the revival of the race and want nothing else. She wasn't that noble, but that didn't stop her from admiring them.

"All we can do is make good use of this information." Moya looked at the little mage who bowed his head and said nothing, smiled, and walked to her side, his fingertips resting on the map that Shu unfolded, "If the coalition forces of the Holy See want to attack the Elven Forest, they can only have a chance to attack from the east, and the east side - Xerxes's small territory and insufficient food reserves are destined to limit the military strength that the coalition can dispatch - if we can keep the country of mountains neutral in this war, without the constraints of the mountain people, our chances of victory will be much higher." ”

"I see." The mage understood, but still asked, "Why Gable?" ”

Moya knew her sister's unusually precocious precociousness, and knew that what she meant was not a superficial question as why she wanted to send a mission to the Land of Mountains, but a deeper one—why Gable was able to be won over. She replied, "The Land of the Mountains has always been a faithful believer in the gods of fire and rock, but since thirty years ago there was a fierce conflict between the Church and the King, and since then there has been little power left in the Kingdom. ”

"Is that so? The tone of some confusion - the little mage knew that the gods were written in the king as the cornerstone of the construction of the entire Second Age - the most important criterion of the sacred covenant, even if the arrival of the new god system broke the existing order on the continent, but the new gods were also gods, and the authority of the gods was not shaken by this, and the foundation of the existing order of the gods in the king was still the same, by what means could the king of the country of mountains expel the power of the church?

"Probably because that country is caught between the forces of the new gods and the old gods, and it has a decisive military power, and the mountains are also its natural barriers." Moya's knuckles tapped lightly on the mountain range next to the Elven Forest, "Maybe there is also the intervention of the local mage school, in short, the country of mountains is in a rather delicate state right now - although most of the people are followers of the old gods, the influence of the Holy See on this place is almost none." ”

"Almost nothing?" Monia repeated.

"It's not that it's not really completely absent, but the influence of the Holy See here is pitifully small compared to other religious countries - as far as I know, only a part of the aristocracy is willing to listen to the teachings of the Church, and they have not made any big moves in recent years." Moya explained, shifting gear, "But don't underestimate the nobles who are still willing to obey the leadership of the Church, although they are not overtly powerful, their secret power must be very impressive—after all, don't forget that Gable has been a devout follower of the Church for thousands of years, starting thirty years ago." ”

"What do you mean," the mage pondered the idea of her cheap sister, "those suppressed old nobles will take advantage of this mission to make a little trouble—but, if the one on the throne of the mountain peaks really had the courage of thirty years ago, no matter what happens to the Elven Mission, it shouldn't affect his decision." ”

"It's not that simple." Moya was silent for a moment, then said, "He's just a mortal, and thirty years is too long for a mortal—his time is numbered. ”

"In other words......" Monia immediately realized, "there is a good chance that we will be involved in a royal power dispute?" ”

"That's right." The owner of the Elven Tower nodded, "Because the changes in the church have been in recent months, our information about the mountain kingdom is quite limited - you know, the population of the elves is always a big problem, no matter how careful you are, our intelligence system is still full of holes except for the church, other areas are still full of holes - as for my personal network, thousands of years ago fell apart, dead and scattered. ”

"What do you mean......" Monia covered her forehead a little helplessly, "That's all this information just now?" ”

"Almost." Moya squinted and didn't look at her, "Istamamel has more detailed information there, but it's probably just something to add. ”

"Are you really my sister? How could anyone push my sister into such a fire pit? "With a bit of a joke, the mage grumbled, and then asked a new question," Ista Mel ...... Who the hell is that guy? For such an important matter, the person in charge must not be an ordinary person. ”

"He...... "He's an interesting guy, one of the five giants of the military system, perhaps the most powerful one, standing at the pinnacle of the upper ranks, even if the archmage fights him head-on, maybe he will die under his sword - among the elves of the Elven Forest, I am most optimistic about that guy, although there is little hope, but there is a glimmer of hope to break the shackles and set foot in that realm." ”

"Yes......" said the little mage angrily, "just that guy?" ”

She still remembers being underestimated by that guy, and always thinks about finding an opportunity to get revenge - you must know that Monia is not a big belly person, and she will always remember those who offend her. However, according to her cheap sister...... Revenge on that guy is at least a dozen years or even decades away - three years is not a short time, but it is nothing. During this period, although her spell system has been formed, her spiritual power is still hovering at the level of ordinary middle-level mages, which is great that she can compete with some high-level mages who don't have too many means, and in the face of high-level mages of the actual combat school, there is a chance that they are not opponents.

"Still hold a grudge against that guy?" Mo Ya glanced at the little mage with her head down, and roughly knew what she was thinking, and said with a half-joking, "Then let him go, this time the envoy is not impossible to assign other mages to accompany him." ”

"But I'm the best one, aren't I?" Even though he knew it was just a joke, Moya replied in a serious manner, "I'm not going to be petty here for personal vendetta - frankly, I love the atmosphere in the Elven Forest, and if I do my part to protect it, there's nothing wrong with that." ”

"Sure enough, ......" After hearing this, a gentle smile appeared on Mo Ya's face, and then he couldn't help but hug the little mage into his arms and said in a sweet tone, "We are sisters." ”

"Woo Woo Woo Woo ......"

After a few fruitless fuss, Monia could only lie on her chest and close her eyes quietly.

The sun is setting, and it is quiet and picturesque.