The space rippled, and the little mage flashed out of the air very abruptly, almost subconsciously spit out a spell, and the rapid fall stopped suddenly, and then slowly fell with the wind like a fallen leaf.

"It seems that because the spatial structure of the half-plane is different from Aarens, this jump has a small problem......" Landing, after stabilizing her figure, Monia looked around, and then shook her head - it is still a familiar tone unique to this half-plane, but the impression given to her here is completely unfamiliar - the World Tree Courtyard is much larger than the average half-plane, and she has only been to a limited number of areas so far, and the scope of this jump is far beyond her expectations, although it is still in the defense zone of Yggdrasil, But she didn't know where she was.

What now?

There is no such conspicuous reference as the sun, moon and stars in the World Tree Courtyard, she has only been in this half-plane for a few days, and she is not very clear about the overall situation here, and it is not a simple matter to find a way out in the vast forest sea - but now, it seems that this can only be done.

After all, Esveta had always been in a difficult hurdle - even if she had squeezed the intruder with words earlier, the intruder would not have gone back on her mind out of the dignity of a mage...... Right? Frankly speaking, Monia is still a little apprehensive in her heart, the enemy is the enemy after all, and it is naïve to expect the enemy to be benevolent and moral, but she is also naïve to hope for this - let her engage in a "fair" duel with an archmage, how is this different from looking for death? She really can't do such a thing as sacrificing herself to achieve others.

Me...... What a selfish guy.

She thought of it with a little bitterness.

Then sigh, and move forward.

Even if she knew that this reluctance to give up might be a hypocrisy, she was willing to make such a fool of herself - if she could get to the station of the Yuktrasil Guard, if she could contact the Elven Archmage, if she could get there in time...... Maybe Esveta wasn't hurt......

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The red glow spreads and then converges.

"Sure enough......" the intruder sighed in disappointment, "the enemy-seeking spell will be completely ineffective when used on her, I really don't understand what kind of alchemy item can cause such an effect-Reinsman, do you have any opinion?" If you step into that realm, you should be able to see more than I do. ”

(I'm sorry,) the voice in his head replied, (I don't think it's the utility of some spell item, but the half-dimensional spatial structure is subtly different from Aarens', and the distance of the disordered space jump just now is far beyond normal...... Roughly in your position due east, specific...... It's not very clear - I haven't fully adapted to the distorted laws of this half-plane after all. ）

"I have to say that the existence of the World Tree is simply a miracle, and from this point of view alone, the strength of the primordial elves is probably not far from that of the gods." The intruder nodded, indicating that he understood, "It's just the second generation of seedlings left after being destroyed, which can stabilize the half-plane, transform the half-plane, and even expand the half-plane...... It's hard to imagine what a miracle it would be if it were the legendary World Tree created by Yggdrasil himself......"

(Don't waste time here,) the voice in his head urged, (Don't forget, what a strange thing it is for us to be able to enter, although I am not afraid of the one in the Forest of Elves, but if she has the blessing of the Lost Lock, if she sets up an ambush in advance, I am afraid it will not be so easy to escape.) ）

"I understand, but now that the business is done, at least give me the time it takes to wash away my shame." The archmage smiled and looked into the unknown distance, "You know, after so many years, I will not just stand still, my achievements in the field of alchemy will be an eye-opener for you." ”

(Then I'll wait and see)

"As you wish." The archmage said, his hands spread out, and his broad robes swelled as if they had been filled with the wind—and then they tilted like mercury, and countless silver-white beetles fell to the ground, and with a little stiffness moving their limbs, they spread their wings and flew away, scattering in all directions to the east.

"How?" He asked.

(Very novel little thing,) the old friend's answer was as calm as ever, (however, it feels of little use)

"You're underestimating them," the archmage replied, not to be outdone, "they're the result of my intelligence, and I call them construct-creatures—these are just a few of the Scouts, and the specific tactical classes are limited to the size of the dimensional bag I can build, and I can't carry them around." ”

(How's the strength?) A slightly curious voice.

"If you don't consider the mysteries, you are not inferior to the average lower-ranking warrior." When it comes to his proud work, the archmage naturally does not hesitate to praise it, "It is enough to satisfy everyone in terms of protracted combat, and even in the face of the knights of the church, as long as a certain number is formed, it is enough to make their charge come and go......"

Reinsmann directly interrupted the archmage's rambling speech.

"Although an alchemical creature was conceived to fight against the Church army, it is still extremely difficult to fight against the Church." The Archmage sighed, "A single school is unable to provide sufficient resources, and portable development is at a bottleneck - I tried to convince several other schools to form our mage's own kingdom while the gods have no time to care about their earthly kingdoms, but the stubborn old immortals refuse one by one...... Until now, mass production has been in the air. ”

(Really?) It's a shame. The archmage, who was immersed in his own world, didn't notice at all, and the voice of the old friend didn't hear any pity at all, but was cold and a little scary.

"Yes......" There was some emotion, the archmage should arrive, and then his eyes suddenly lit up, "I found it." ”

(Really?) Then I won't bother you. ）

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The World Tree Courtyard is a half-plane carefully managed by the elves, thanks to the transformation of the World Tree, the basic laws here are extremely similar to Aarens, and many plants on the continent can be transplanted here. However, due to the lack of the light of the sun and the bright moon, very few can adapt to it, so the tree species is extremely single, and the forest under the dark sky brings people not green colors, but dark tones.

Because of the failure of the tree transplantation project, the elves finally gave up on introducing some docile animals after careful consideration - without the light of the sun and the bright moon, few creatures could live for long. Rather than bringing them into that dark and dull world, it is better to let them play happily in the sun as always—basing their happiness on the pain of others is not what elves like to do.

So, when Monia noticed a silver beetle following behind her, she immediately realized that something was wrong - regardless of what was following behind her, its existence alone was the most unreasonable thing - and in this situation, the presence of such a tracker was not a good sign in any way.

Is it a new type of requirement, or is it some kind of alchemical creature?

I don't know...... But it doesn't matter.

Monia spun around and swung her sword.

Importantly...... It's very likely that she's no longer safe now—even if the steel beetle that might have been the eyes and ears of the intruder has been cut in half by her, it doesn't hide the fact that she's been exposed.

What to do?

She didn't think that there was only one Constructed Armor Worm that she had just slain—in fact, it would be difficult to really probe without hundreds or thousands. Now that the intruders know where she is, the constructed creatures scattered to scout in different areas are bound to rush in that direction, and there will be nowhere to run from there.

Something has to be done.

But how? The level of strength between the two sides is too far apart, and there are very few means at her disposal—and it would not be an exaggeration to say that there is only one means left. Let her use such limited means to fight against the archmage whose power is far above her cognition, whether it is self-defeating or self-defeating, she can hardly see the possibility of her victory.

Victory? Her luxury had never been to defeat the archmage who had almost reached the end of the mortal path, but only to escape with her life at his hands. But even if her request was so humble, there was still no hope.

Only...... Did you take the risk?

She thought, then stopped, and turned - the gray-robed archmage stepped on the non-existent stairs in the void, step by step, and finally stopped at a distance of about ten steps in front of her, and landed firmly on the ground.

"What a clever little fellow, but I'm not going to let you run away from me again." After a moment's pause, he shook his palm and said, "Shame is enough for once." ”

Monia didn't reply, just chanted the incantation to herself.

"Is it a Flame Blast?" Listening to the girl's chanting, although she was not so familiar with the spells of the elves, the incantations of the chanting were essentially the same in some way, "You really like this spell...... Still, let this spell be the last firework of your life. ”

The gray-robed archmage stood silently, waiting for the final completion of the spell.

This is His mercy, the only mercy.

However, just as the incantation was chanting at the most critical moment, the little mage who was opposite him suddenly disappeared from his eyes again.

Another space jump?

No, that's not right...... No corresponding spatial fluctuations were sensed......

What the hell is that......