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Monia didn't know what the weak and seemingly natural female elf in front of her was thinking, but she just saw a beautifully packaged book at her feet, subconsciously picked it up, and then flipped through it. Originally, looking at the female elf's expression, she thought it was a very important mage codex, but she didn't expect it to be a drama book?

After flipping through it, the mage closed it boringly, walked up to the elf, crouched down, looked at her, and said, "I say, what's wrong with you, crying like this for a book?" ”

Then he reached out and helped her up.

The female elf did not answer the mage's question, but leaned on her body and let out a "woo" cry.

"It's really ......" Monia is still a child's body after all, and it is strange to be pressed like this, but it is not easy to see that this situation is not good, so she can only make a half-complaining voice, "Why do you cry more and more?" ”

"Woooooooo

"I can't help it." For this situation, Monia had to accept her fate, she trembled and supported each other, walked with difficulty, finally came to a row of seats, threw the female elf leaning on the chair, and then sat next to her, took out a handkerchief from the small bag around her waist, and handed it over.

"Give."

"Woo...... the female elf was not polite, took the handkerchief, wiped away her tears, and reluctantly said, "Thank you." ”

"No thanks, that's what I have to do." Monia replied, waiting for the elf to feel a little better before she spoke again: "My name is Monia Kesridge, and it is a pleasure to meet you, may Euctrashil bless you." ”

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Esveta, Esveta Ralvin, the rotating caretaker of the Ancient Tree of Knowledge." The female elf said this, with a slight cry, "May Lady Silvermoon's eyes be with you." ”

"Hello, Esveta, I'm here to fill my spell pool." Monia stretched out her hand and shook her hand, "If I'm not mistaken, Lord Moya should give me permission to come and go here freely for a month." ”

"Well," Esveta whispered, "wait a minute, I'll go and inquire." ”

The mage knew that this was communicating with the will of the Ancient Tree of Knowledge. Whether it is the Ancient Tree of War or the Ancient Tree of Knowledge, what the elves do is to "awaken", and it is not any spell that controls their actions, but their own inherent will - each awakened ancient tree is carefully cultivated by the elves, and at least it has grown on the earth for hundreds of years, and the will they have is pure and powerful, even the archmage is inferior.

"Yes," replied Esveta, nodding and slightly surprised, "until the withering moon sets, you'll be free to come and go as you like the Ancient Tree of Knowledge." ”

"Well, can you stay here at night? It's too much trouble to come back and forth. Monia continued to ask, although she really wanted to go through the essence of the elven civilization stored in the ancient tree of knowledge as soon as possible, but with the current state of the female elf, she was really embarrassed to speak, and could only talk about some inconsequential things.

"Of course," Esvetta's tone seemed a little amused, and it would be a little lonely to stay in such a place a lot, "but you can't spend the night in the library, and there are special rooms for sleeping at night, just a little higher." ”

"It's okay, I really don't want to run that far back and forth every day." Monia said that she had been prepared for this, and had greeted Lahuana and the Elf Twins before leaving.

"Running such a long distance?" Esveta repeated with some confusion - isn't there a teleportation circle in the Mage Tower that leads directly to the vicinity of the Ancient Tree of Knowledge? Why do you have to run so far? These doubts turned a little in her mind, and she didn't think much about it, and she recalled her own job with a slightly stable mood: "Monia, are you trying to enrich your spell pool?" It's not easy to become a low-level mage so quickly, I'll take you to the relevant area of low-level spells. ”

"No, I'm a mid-level mage."

Monia, who was being pulled, hesitated and finally said, she had already guessed the result before she said it.

"Open...... Are you kidding? Esveta froze suddenly, and the script in her hand fell to the ground with a "snap" and she didn't notice it, "Have I stayed up late lately to read too many novels, and what appeared was an auditory hallucination?" It's unbelievable that such a young mage is incredible, and you even told me that you were a mid-level mage...... I haven't even advanced to the middle level yet, so have I wasted all my life in fiction for more than 160 years? ”

The mage did not speak, and silence was the best option at this time.

"Sure enough...... You still have to work hard. Finally, Esveta was freed from her self-doubt, but subconsciously looked at her empty hands, let out a scream, and scrambled to find the script she liked the most, "Woo...... My Elena? , my poor "Elena", why are you so ill-fated? Why is your life always so bumpy......"

Monia saw this female elf, and for a moment, she felt that she was completely helpless.

Of course, only for a moment.

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While Monia was worried about the sentimental elven girl in front of her, the elven archmage who was far away from the White Tower was also in distress - just now, the Mystery Lock of the Elven Forest issued an alert, and a powerful intruder broke into the range of the Mystery Lock, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

As the master of the Lost Lock, she knows very well what kind of power it takes to make the Lost Lock alarm, which is the power that only the Grand Mage who overrides the high-level mages and opens up the world of mental imagery.

An archmage infiltrates the Elven Forest? In the past, just one or two archmages would not have taken it to heart, but this time it was different. It's not long after the ominous dream of foreknowledge has passed, and it's hard not to connect the dots with uninvited guests visiting the Elven Forest.

There may not be any justifiable reason for this, but for mages, intuition is the greatest reason.

When the misty lock warned her, Moya's intuition told her for the first time that the other party was not good, and those futures in the tributaries of the long river of time were likely to become a reality under the guidance of the other party. Although it is not known what the black air currents that erode the aether from time to time in the dream realm were, it was predictable that it must not be a good thing.

If you can, get as far away from her as possible.

It's a pity that fate will not be transferred because of personal wishes, and what should come will always come.

The elven archmage narrowed his eyes slightly, and the strong cold made all the mages in the mage tower shiver unconsciously.

Whatever you are, though, since you're here, stay here...... Forever.

In her eyes, as dark as night, the killing intent had been decided.

However, it's just an archmage......

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Monia naturally didn't know what was going on in the Mage's Tower, and she didn't know that a crisis was approaching. She was now relieved to finally get rid of the elven girl who was naturally stupid in reading. Frankly speaking, the other party is a very good talker, but from time to time he is immersed in his own world, always looks like he is about to cry, and with her, he always feels a lot of pressure on his shoulders - the mage is very sure that this is not just a psychological factor.

The area where the Ancient Tree of Knowledge collects mid-level spells is on the thirty-sixth floor, but fortunately, the library area is built in a huge space hollow inside the tree, with special corridors for going up and down. Since there is no need to climb the tree, then for Monia, it is not a problem at all, and she said goodbye to Esvetta happily, and came to the thirty-sixth floor marked with special symbols, and after checking that it was correct, she gently pushed the door open and walked into it.

Elves are a very artistic race, and their pursuit of beauty may seem a bit pathological to humans, but it is undeniable that their desire for beauty has indeed been answered. For example, in the library where the mage is now located, there is no extravagant decoration, but every detail in it is handled very well, and walking in it is like being in a poem and a painting.

It's just that the mage's good mood didn't last long, or it quickly disappeared. It's not that her aesthetic is tired, but it's ......

"How to Make Your Flowers More Colorful, Two or Three Things About Flower Cultivation Spells"

"The Health of Trees Depends on Your Chosen Spells"

"How to Use Nair Juice to Create the Most Brilliant Colors"

"The Newest and Most Complete Collection of Fireworks and Spells"

The mage looked at the rows of carefully framed books, and even the desire to complain had been lost, and finally found a copy of the "Mage's Codex" signed by Anel in beautiful flower characters, and the spells recorded in it were all about the research and cultivation methods of flower species, and she felt the urge to tear up the book.

After a little calm, Monia realized how stupid she was - the mages of the First Age were more like scholars than warriors, and they were more inclined to study the origin and laws of the world than how to better harness their own power, let alone how to use it to harm others.

The Elven spell system was established and perfected during the First Age, a time when there were very few spells for combat. However, before the mage could begin to try to use his power to shout to the gods in the sky, the Elven Empire was destroyed in the flames, and the entire civilization was reduced to ashes.

Even if this branch of the Elven Forest retains the spark of civilization, it lacks a sufficient population, and it is difficult to rebuild even civilization, let alone rebuild the elven spell system. I'm afraid that in this library area, the spells that can really be used in battle are mainly those created by humans and written by elves in elven language.

The mage, aware of this, let out a long sigh as he took one last look at the legacy of the First Age.

Then he turned and walked away.

ps: Dizziness, a little uncomfortable, not necessarily tomorrow.

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