It was normal for the archmage who had invaded the ancient tree of knowledge to not find Monia, after all, the little mage did not exist in this world at this moment. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At least, on the front side of the world, in the world made of matter, she doesn't exist.

Yes, Monia is now in the shadow plane, perched on the far side of the world - after being sealed in by the heavy ice crystals on her body, she is ready to activate the phase travel ability attached to the Circle of Deception - the only way to take her out of sight for a while, leaving herself a little respite.

It is also the back road that the mage prepared for himself before.

It's just a pity that now she is frozen by ice, not to mention that it is extremely difficult to get up with the help of the jump between the two worlds to leave the scope of this enchantment. All she could do was clear the frost from her body while waiting for time to pass and the last ray of hope to come.

Frankly speaking, this is a matter of fate, not fate, Monia has done the best she can, and the rest can only be left to fate. Maybe she can still use the advantage of being undetectable to stage a battle royale under the nose of the other party, but if she wants to really get out of danger, she can only wait for that glimmer of hope to come.

As for whether that glimmer of hope will come as scheduled, she does not know.

All she could do was wait, and persevere.

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Monia is not the only one who is persevering, but the archmage who forced her into the shadow plane is also persevering. After suffering several losses in a row, while he was angry, he also developed a strong interest in this little mage, and he wanted to find out more and more about her, force her secret to be asked, and cut her open to see how her body structure was different from ordinary people, and why she could become a mid-level mage so young or even young.

There are very few archmages who do not thirst for the unknown, and few archmages who have such a strong desire for knowledge. For the archmage who invaded the Elven Forest, the meaning of his life was the constant pursuit of the unknown and the search for truth, and all other benevolence and morality were clouds to him, worthless and meaningless.

Where the hell will it be?

Holding his cheeks, the archmage thought very seriously.

Although his combat power is not top-notch, or even the bottom, his insight is unmatched.

There was no doubt that this was a spatial spell, even if he didn't feel the fluctuations in space, but he was so sure - in that situation, there were only two possibilities for the other party to disappear, one was that the other party deceived his eyes and deceived his five senses, and the other was to use the spatial leap method that he didn't know or even understand, to leave his field of vision, and then hide again.

Deceiving the senses seemed to be a relatively easy thing to do, and the archmage did not deny that he was sometimes blinded by some small tricks, but there was one crucial point that could not be ignored - his gaze did not leave the other person's body from beginning to end. And yet she disappeared silently, under his nose, in his perceptual network, suddenly, without warning, without a trace.

You must know that he is the best among the archmages in the field of human body transformation, his eyes are sharper than goshawks, his nose can distinguish more than a million scents, and his ears can hear the sound of wind and grass dozens of meters away. Not only that, but in order to search for the mage, all kinds of enemy seeking spells were inflicted on him, and there was no reason to be deceived by a small trick - as for illusions, he was not so stupid that he couldn't even tell the difference between real and illusory.

Putting aside all the impossibilities, the only thing left is the only possibility.

Space and time are the most profound laws of the etheric world, and even legends dare not speak of mastering them, let alone archmages. Archmages who can understand the mysteries of space to a certain extent are rare, and even fewer who step into the realm of time. Although he said that he was pretentious, he knew in the end that he was not the handful of people standing at the peak of the archmage after all, not to mention the almost conceptual level of time, even space was far from familiar.

――In other words, it is likely that the other party used a space spell that he could not discern for a short time?

However, it was impossible for her to leave the realm of the enchantment - the archmage was quite confident in the enchantment he had set up - after all, this enchantment was arranged to block the arrival of the one sitting in the Elven Forest, and if a mere mid-level mage could break through with a few alchemy items, then his title as a great alchemist could be given away.

Since there is no possibility of leaving, since she is still here, then find her.

The archmage looked around at the rows of bookshelves in the library area, these bookshelves were excellent shelters for each other, in fact, the best way was to directly destroy these natural barriers that disturbed people's vision. But as a mage, a mage thirsty for knowledge, he couldn't do that, at least in order to find the traces of a mid-level mage, he couldn't convince himself to do so.

Well, only with the help of the power of spells.

The archmage pondered, searching in his mind for a spell that would work in this situation.

Enemy Seeking Spells?

No, there seems to be something on the other person's body that can shield the detection of spells.

Use a large-scale mass damage spell to force her out of a corner?

This is not good, the last time the Ring of Flames was hard pressed by her, and I don't know how she did it, obviously she is only a middle-level mage, but she can have a spiritual power that surpasses that of a high-level mage in a short period of time, and in terms of pure quantity, he is much inferior. Even if he used a more powerful mass damage spell this time, it would not be difficult for her to resist the past with the mage shield again.

So......

How to ...... with spider web

After a flash of inspiration, the archmage seriously considered this possibility. Although the spider web spell is just a small and inconspicuous spell, it may be able to achieve miraculous results at this time - as long as the spider web of the spider web is dense throughout the space, any fine spider silk will become his eyeliner, and the slippery elven mage is destined to have no way to escape.

So it was decided.

He took action, flipped up his palms, spit out spider silk one by one, and slowly weaved a fine web in the confined space of the library area, a big web that encompassed everything.

"You can't escape."

After all this was done, the archmage looked at his masterpiece and said in a cold tone with a little cruel excitement.

Yes, there was no way she could escape, from the net he weaved, from the palm of his hand.

It's all going to end.

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Monia was watching, watching the web that the archmage who had invaded the Ancient Tree of Knowledge had woven in order to find her who was not here, and looking at the rich expression of surprise, anger and self-doubt that he had found nothing after pulling up the net, and she wanted to laugh, but she couldn't.

-- Because, time is running out.

The other party had already found the right way, if it weren't for being in the shadow plane, she would have no way to avoid it in that situation, and could only passively wait for the miracle to happen. And now, there were only twenty breaths left before she left the shadow plane, and even if the stiff effect of the freeze had faded, even if he was far from where she had disappeared, she would have no hope of surviving as long as she had another full-scale search.

Still, it should be soon.

Should, should, should, should, should?

She waited anxiously for the change to take place, she had little time left, and if the expected change did not occur during her out-of-phase travel state, then an unknowable fate awaited her......

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Monia was just as anxious as the archmage who forced her to retreat into the shadow planes - he didn't have much time either, and perhaps her strength in battle was a good way to hide it, but he knew that he was an intruder, and even if he was ready, the elves would be aware of his location, sooner or later.

――In the ancient tree of knowledge, he has delayed too much time, and if he continues to stalemate like this, it is self-evident what fate awaits him. He is not a combat mage who is good at fighting, and if he encounters the mysterious controller of the Elven Forest and does not escape in time, it is destined to be more than lucky.

Every minute that time pushed back, the more dangerous he became, and he had been delayed in the Ancient Tree of Knowledge for too much time, and the clouds of death were piling up above his head, but he could not give up, abandon the Codex of Yggtra Hill, abandon the legendary Book of Ten Thousand Laws; Give up the attachment to the young elven mage, and give up the shame of being played around by a mere mid-level mage.

He has his own pursuits, his own honors, and some things that will not be shaken by the imminence of death.

Even though his plan to search for the other party through spider web magic had failed, and even though his time was running out, he didn't want to give up—he wanted to find Yggdrasil's Codex, he wanted to kill the little mage.

The archmage made up his mind and chanted a poetic incantation, which seemed more like some kind of ritual, some kind of ancient ritual chant.

Monia, who was at the back of the world, naturally couldn't hear the song of another world, all she could perceive was the abnormal flow of the ether, and the lips of the archmage standing in the center of the library opened and closed. Her lips are good, and she can recognize lingua franca and elven language by opening and closing her lips, but the language used by the archmage at this time is obviously not familiar to her, and she can only vaguely recognize it through the change of her lips, which should be a spell song in Northland.

What will it be?

She guessed with some trepidation that the time for phase travel to work was over, and she fell back from the back of the world to the front, back to where she had first activated her abilities. And at this moment, she had just returned to this world, and the archmage's incantation song entered the final chant.

The not-so-tall archmage stood, spitting out the last incantation, and the wind swept up, and the blizzard fell through the barrier of the barrier.

The bitter northland wind and snow are here!

This is......

- Blizzard!

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