"It's already the third ......"

In the dense jungle, the originally peaceful space was extremely abruptly torn open a gap, and Mo Ya slowly stepped out of the gap with an expressionless face. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Anyone who is familiar with the Elven Archmage knows that she is a person who never gets angry, or at least one who never shows anger - the more angry she is, the calmer she is, the more terrible she is. The elven archmage who was so calm in front of him had only been seen by a group of very old mages in the association, and it was on the eve of the outbreak of the elven civil war, that night when there was a river of blood......

"Sure enough, the traces are handled very cleanly, and when I escape, I still have the energy to deal with the space nodes behind me."

Moya let out an indifferent voice and didn't chase after him - the other party was obviously familiar with the Mystery of the Elven Forest and had a deep understanding of space. Every time he sensed her arrival, there was time to make a space-free jump. What surprised her even more was that after the jump, he had the ability to erase the coordinates of the jump, so that she had to spend a lot of effort to restore the scene every time, he was really a guy with both cunning and means, and he was a rare opponent.

No, it's not an opponent, it's an enemy, it's an enemy that must be killed.

Reflexively glancing at the space where traces had been erased, the elven archmage did not choose to continue the pursuit. Since the other party can escape three times in a row, and each time the means of escape are more perfect than the last, so that there are fewer and fewer traces that she can find, even if this time she spends a lot of effort to trace back to the source and find the coordinates of the intruder's jump, it will be difficult to track him or them after such a long time apart.

Until now, Moya could not be sure whether the intruder was alone or plural - but either way it was not good news - that she could not say that it was possible to make the leap alone in such a hurry; And the existence of the plural number shows that there is a person who has the ability to shield the mystery lock to a certain extent, and is the existence that really stands at the peak of the archmage, and even she does not dare to take it lightly.

However, that's all, it's just not easy to deal with.

The Elven Archmage's problem was never how to defeat him or them, but how to catch him or their tail - as long as she could find them, she would have the confidence to defeat them, not only from the chain that covered the Elven Forest, but also from the fact that she was Moya, Moya Farah.

The name may be unknown at this time, but in older times, it was enough to stop a child.

However, time can dilute everything after all, and the grace and legend of the past have long been buried in the depths of time, and only the pale and feeble words circulated in the ancient codex, either dyed by time or eaten by hungry rats...... Even if someone occasionally reads it inadvertently, it is only regarded as a fireside story to pass the time.

However, she is not an old-fashioned story, but a living legend that is being written.

"It's a slippery guy, I'm not going to play hide and seek with you."

The elven archmage, who had a long lifespan far beyond imagination, finally showed a smile, like a dreamy empty flower, and his figure gradually disappeared into the forest sea, leaving no trace.

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Lajuana is on an urgent mission, and she's not the only one on this mission, the Ranger is a rare all-out sort. The mandate of this task was issued by none other than Archmage Moya, who stood at the pinnacle of the Elven Forest and could crush the clan with the power of a single person.

The task promulgated by His Excellency the Archmage is both simple and difficult. The simple thing the ranger has to do is very simple, which is to carefully search for the traces left by the infiltrator, and grasp his or their whereabouts; The difficulty is due to the fact that the infiltrator possesses strength that is at least powerful enough to cause a maze alarm, and it is impossible to determine the number of infiltrators, his or their purpose.

The only thing that can be said for sure of any infiltrator who is a mystery is that they must harbor ill will towards the Elven Forest, and that it is very likely that the consequences will be catastrophic. While the Archmage at the top of the Elven Forest was not asked to capture the Intruder during the mission, no Ranger would retreat if they were confronted by him or them.

The professional who can become a ranger is not only the best elf, but also the most profound elf who loves this homeland. Regardless of the fact that the daily task of the rangers is only to patrol the forest, in fact, this kind of daily task hides a bloody storm that is unimaginable to outsiders - they may encounter foreign slave hunters at any time, or scouts from various kingdoms to inquire about news, every year there are comrades who have not heard from each other in the forest, and every year there are fresh faces to replace those that fade in memory.

Even Lavana herself didn't know if she would be able to see the sun rise the next day.

But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that because of their existence, they defend this forest called "Elf", defend this small area, which belongs to the Elves themselves.

In this urgent mission, if an intruder is discovered, all the rangers will definitely be like her, putting aside life and death, putting aside the difference in strength, and fighting him or them to the death. This is not simply sending them to death, but through their deaths, they will send a message to the owner of the Mage Tower, to the controller of the Lost Lock, to the only archmage in the Elven Forest who has the ability to suppress the intruder - here I am, here the invaders, this is it!

Although the mages are said to have alchemy products that can communicate with each other over long distances, the rangers do not have them, and they only carry simple flares. But if they run into an enemy as powerful as the Infiltrator, they probably won't have time to use it to transmit signals, and all they can do is ...... Burn yourself, let yourself be a torch in the dark, a torch that can be perceived by the Lock, a torch that can act as a coordinate.

Although he died without regrets.

Thinking of this, Lavana laughed a little helplessly - that's all, but I'm sorry for Fana, Lil, and Monia. In the final analysis, she is no longer the "lone Lajuana" she used to be, in the time she spent with them for nearly a month, her heart softened a lot, and gradually got used to the sweet greetings she heard after returning home after a hard day's work, and gradually got used to having a small body hugging her like a koala when she went to bed every night, and gradually got used to every bit of time with them, which she couldn't forget or forget.

There are even times when she has the illusion that she really seems to have become a mother of two children and an awkward sister. Even she herself doesn't know whether this kind of life is good or bad for her, she only knows that she is very relaxed and happy in this kind of life.

If she could, she hoped that such days would go on forever.

If you can......

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Contrary to what many expected, Moya is now not in the mage tower as the center in control of the Mystery Lock, but in a narrow half-plane that has been forcibly opened. Although she was in the half-plane, she couldn't control the Lost Lock, but the Lost Lock was never her shackle, even without its help, the Elven Forest was still largely under her surveillance, and as soon as the intruder made the slightest disturbance, she could immediately tear through the space and descend on him or them.

The reason why the elven archmage came here was because she had her own ideas - the other party was very cautious and had a lot of means, and she couldn't give the ranger more help in searching for the infiltrator, so she could only let the professional do it. But she wasn't going to sit back and wait in the mage tower, if the enemy who infiltrated was really the culprit responsible for the future in the Prophetic Dream, then he or their target must be the seedling of the World Tree, and only through it can the entire elven race, and indeed the entire forest.

Now that you know the purpose of the other party, you are here and waiting for the big car to come. Even if she wasn't, she could break through the space at any time and descend on any corner of the Elven Forest. The worst thing is that there is a false alarm, and the infiltrator makes a big fuss in the Elven Forest. Even so, the losses that the other party can cause are not unacceptable.

After all, the City of Hope has that person in charge.

And the strength of that one...... But it was ignored by everyone, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

I don't know if those elves really don't know or if they don't know, but I guess I really don't know. After the World Tree was burned by Levadine, the Elven civilization was destroyed, and although this one preserved part of the fire of civilization, most of it was incomplete, and it was understandable not to know. What's more, if they really knew, there wouldn't have been so much blood shed in the forest that night.

The elven archmage reminisced as he looked at the deep and enchanting night sky overhead, in this half-plane, there was no sun, the sky was always dark, only the light of the stars was dotted in between.

"Now that I think about it, that little guy is more idle than us." Thinking about it, the elven archmage suddenly sighed, "Sometimes I really envy her, she is still so vibrant...... However, with her cultivation speed, shouldn't she still look like a little ghost when she stepped on that critical line? If that's the case, it's really funny......"

As if thinking of something, Moya couldn't help but chuckle.

This laughter is unprecedentedly clear and pure.

ps: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival ~ Sa, that's it.

ps2: As you can see, the plot is starting to get tense, but what I'm more entangled with is that this part is beyond the program...

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