"It's ......"

The archmage who was holding on to the blizzard raised his head and looked at the place above his head that should have been the ceiling - but there was nothing left there now, and the starlight in the sky was sprinkled in the distance, imprinted on the falling wind and snow, and also on his heart—the starlight was beautiful and soft, but he did not have the slightest joy when he saw the falling starlight at this time—to know that it was not only the roof that was destroyed, but also his enchantment, which had also turned into powder. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And in the Forest of the Elves, there is only one person who has the ability to destroy his barrier......

- The owner of the Elven Tower, the master of the Lost Lock, and the Elven Archmage Moya who has been obsessed in the past.

Is it her?

The archmage searched for the Lord of the Elven Forest for a possible arrival, but all he saw was the bright starry sky overhead.

Nothing.

Where the hell is it?

As far as the eye can see, there is only ice, snow and starlight.

"Isn't it scared, Moya! Are elves like cowards like you? The archmage said with a fierce expression, his voice overshadowing the whistling wind and snow through the power of the spell, "Don't hide, come out, and fight me head-on!" ”

It's not that he doesn't want to leave like that, but he knows what it means to expose his back when a powerful enemy is watching—even a mage of his school knows that hastily handing over his back to the enemy is almost the same as death—this one in the Elven Forest must be hiding in a dark corner now, waiting for his flaws to be exposed.

However, he will not be fooled by this. Although he had little combat experience, he was not without adventures far from his school's headquarters - he had repeatedly explored the ruins of the First Age with his best friends, and was surrounded by all kinds of dangerous traps, and was no stranger to combat, although he was not good at it.

"Come out quickly, your tricks are useless to me." The archmage said, completely unaware that his eagerness to want the other party to stand in the light was one of the most typical manifestations of nervousness, "Don't let me underestimate you, can't you even compare to a little girl?" ”

There was no response, only the whistling sound of wind and snow.

"Damn it, he doesn't have the dignity of an archmage at all, he's such a coward." The archmage said half-complaining, half-mocking, that he was neither advancing nor retreating now, and could only maintain a state of awkwardness and passively wait for the appearance of the other party - there was no doubt that although he did not want to admit it, he was at a disadvantage before the other party officially appeared.

"Who do you say is a coward, who is not even a little girl?" The archmage's wait didn't last long, and it wasn't long before the guardian of the elves slowly walked out from between the bookshelves with the little mage who had dragged him to the ancient tree of knowledge. Unlike the archmage's nervousness, she spoke in a calm tone and looked relaxed, as if she didn't take him to heart at all, "After such a stalemate with a mid-level mage for so long, who can't even compare to a little girl." ”

"You guy......" The archmage who had been poked in the foot glared angrily, but after noticing the small figure in her hand, he closed his mouth helplessly - this is a helpless thing, it is an established fact that he was dragged here by a mid-level mage, and in the absence of him killing the other party, this fact is irrefutable.

"Alright, that's all for the gossip, Mr. Intruder who can't even clean up a little girl." Mo Ya said with a smile, her smile was full of malice in the archmage's eyes, "If you run away in the first place, I don't have the heart to intercept you, but since you didn't choose to leave, then stay here......"

She paused, then added, "Forever." ”

"Not necessarily." The archmage retorted, but knew that this time it was indeed a lot of bad luck, and the spatial jump was not a panacea of escape, a clever mage could imprison the space, and even more so, he could disrupt the space at the moment when the enemy made a spatial jump, so that the object of the jump would be directly banished to the endless void outside the world - regardless of the dangers of the outer realm, before becoming a legend, the mage did not have the ability to survive in the endless void for a long time.

"We'll see." Mo Ya said, without chanting a spell, without a hint of warning, she still held the little mage in her arms, but raised her other hand carelessly—the moment she raised her hand, the emerald green light of her fingertips shone, the earth roared, and countless vines rose from the ground and swept towards the archmage suspended in mid-air.

The archmage did not hesitate, controlled himself to break away from the sky, then took a deep breath, and then exhaled, exhaling a sea of fire, a sea of flames.

The vines burned in the flames, and they couldn't get close to the archmage no matter what. However, at this time, Moya just smiled, just looked at the flames in the sky, and smiled.

She had a reason to laugh.

Because......

-- The light of the stars fell from the sky.

The archmage didn't realize the danger at all, and when the blue starlight fell on him, he could react, let out a low cry, and forcibly propped up the mage's shield in the bright starlight, and was pushed by the powerful reaction force, smashing it to the ground, smashing a large crater next to the ancient tree of knowledge.

"I told you, stay here forever." Moya hovered unhurriedly, broke out of the ancient tree, and landed beside the deep pit smashed by the archmage, "The Elven Forest is a beautiful place to bury people - it's a pity, I won't bury you here, although you have worked hard to make such a suitable pit." But no, no, in the forest of elves, my words are the law, the rules. ”

"You will be torn to shreds by my spells, this is my declaration, and the future I have chosen for you."

"The future is uncertain, and only legends have the ability to interfere with the long river of fate." The archmage's embarrassed figure appeared behind Mo Ya, a pitch-black flame ignited in his hand, and the words were transmitted through his heart, "Double spellcasting, double silent spell, I admit that you are strong, strong enough to be looked up to, but- you are too proud!" ”

"Really?" Moya kept a ladylike smile and shook her head, "I don't think so, it's because you're too weak." ”

At the feet of the archmage, an inconspicuous grass began to grow wildly, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a vine, and it circled him, wrapped it up, and tightened it.

"No, I'm not weak." The archmage's figure dissipated under the entanglement of vines, "It's you who are too proud. ”

"Oh?" Mo Ya let out a question, and beside her, the archmage's figure reappeared, venting his emotions in his words, "I know I'm not your opponent, but your pride, no one in your eyes gave me a chance - when I first attacked, I knew you would see through it, so I placed a mirror image on your side to convert it from the beginning, and sure enough, you didn't think I would use the mirror image to deceive you." ”

"I really didn't guess that you were a mirror image just now, because there was no need to guess." Mo Ya turned his head, looked at the archmage who was getting closer and closer, and smiled softly, "After all, your weakness is an established fact, no matter what, you can't turn up a little wind and waves, for example, now, you think you have a chance to win, but how can you be sure that I who was attacked by you is not a mirror image?" ”

Before the words fell, Moya's figure dissipated like smoke in front of the black flames that ignited in the archmage's hand.

"You're wrong about one thing, I'm not arrogant at all, because there aren't many people on this continent who qualify me to be arrogant," Moya's mirror image said before it dissipated, and the confidence in her words made people involuntarily believe what she said, "The arrogant person is actually you - you are just a weakling, but you don't want to fight me, this is arrogance." ”

"There are few people on the continent who are qualified to make you arrogant, do you think that you have become a legend and invincible in the world?" It was obviously impossible for the archmage to accept this answer, and he snorted coldly, "It is still unknown whether there are or not legendary mages, but the existence of stepping into the realm of legends is not comparable to you, a guy who fights with a lost lock. ”

"Blindly believing in what you believe, should I say that you are stupid or stupid?" Moya's melodious voice sounded behind him, "Forget it, you don't have to think so much, there's no need to waste time with a dead man." ”

"Cut, it's arrogant." The archmage turned around, but found nothing, "Are you only pretending to be a ghost?" ”

"I'm really sorry, I don't pretend to be a god, I don't play a ghost." Mo Ya said that the archmage noticed that her voice was coming from the air, and when he looked up, the elven mage who looked like a girl was sitting on the throne of the clouds, looking down at him condescendingly, like looking down at an insignificant one and ending in an apologetic tone, "I will only kill." ”

With the fall of the voice, purple thunder roared through the land of King's Landing.

"No!"

Below the thunder, the archmage cried out in despair.

Then the purple lightning engulfed everything.

"Really, I thought it would be interesting, but I didn't expect that only this level would not even be able to activate my muscles and bones, in the hundreds of years in the Elven Forest, I have never had a chance to stretch my body, and it is almost corroded and rusty." Reclining on the throne of the condensed clouds, Mo Ya said a little boringly, "On the contrary, little Monia gave me a big surprise this time, but next time I have to take care of her, I just arrived in this situation, and it may not happen a second time." ”

After speaking, she nodded very seriously, and then gently poked the face of the little mage in her arms, looking at her sleeping face.

"It feels really good, it's my ......"

Mo Ya's words suddenly stopped, his smile retracted, and he sat on the throne and looked down, his sharp gaze seemed to penetrate the layers of smoke and reach the center of the lightning strike.

"I'll just say, there's not just one." The elven archmage stood up with the little mage in his arms, staring at the smoky place below with a serious gaze, although these words sounded a little careless, but the tone was serious, "After dessert, it's time for dinner." ”

"Hopefully, don't let me down."

ps: Pneumonia is going to be incarnated as a younger Langjun, do you believe it or not? Anyway, I don't believe it, and thinking of Canaan is full of pain, unless she learns from the toad or Fang.

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