The hands of time turned back slightly—back to the moment when the smoke of war had not yet dissipated, the battle between iron and blood continued, and elves and humans were destined to have only one side to survive.

At that time, neither of the two sides of the battle noticed the departure of a figure.

- The owner of the figure, whose name is Elga Fastan, is a small person who joins the mission in the middle of the way as the personal maid of the king's eldest son, Abel, and no one will pay attention to it.

However, the maid lady was surprisingly calm in the chaos of the battle, and there was not even the slightest hint of panic or fear in her dignified and calm face, and the menacing Templars seemed to her to be nothing more than a group of children who had not yet grown up, and had no deterrent power at all—she only frowned slightly, raised her hand slightly, and spat out a word without hurry.

“Slayer。”

Almost as the words fell, the darkness of eternal silence descended.

- What the hell is going on?

Even the most powerful warriors, when their five senses are stripped away, are not much better than ordinary people, they have no way to perceive themselves, their consciousness wanders in the eternal fog that does not know the beginning or the end, and the whole person stands like a statue, allowing the blonde maid to walk by generously.

Elgar Fastein knew the effect of the spell that the maid's identity was just a disguise to protect King Gable's eldest son, and if it weren't for the last time when Abel almost died at the hands of the assassins because of carelessness, and the elf's situation was quite bad this time, she wouldn't have risked revealing her identity.

The Augustan school has always been a staunch to the secret code, and it is this persistence for thousands of years that has allowed this ancient school, inherited from the First Age, to become the only survivor of the land of mountains that believed in the old gods. And she, as the high-ranking mage of the school, the mainstay of the school, hides her identity at any time - if it weren't for the sudden change in the situation on the top of the mountains in recent years, she would not have accepted the identity of Elga Fastan to serve the royal family.

That's right, the maid herself, does not exist in this world.

The Fastein family had never had a girl named Elgar, even though she had a complete set of identities, so detailed that even the most seasoned spy could not find any flaws. But non-existence is non-existence, and in order to construct this seemingly inconspicuous identity, it took His Majesty the King on the throne of the mountains a full decade to arrange a false identity for her that really existed in this world.

Everything is just for the smooth running of the plan.

Three hundred and fifty years ago, Lord Osofern devised a plan that would change the world.

But now is not the time to wander your mind...... The mage shook her head, the top priority was to protect Gable's eldest son and facilitate this negotiation without attracting the attention of the elves - with the elves in front, even if the plan failed, the school would have plenty of leeway to operate and minimize the losses.

So, let's do a little bit of help.

The mage who appeared to the world as Elgar Fastan thought so, and surrounded by a crowd of godless Templars, he opened his arms and closed his eyes gently, and his soul cast into the boundless sea of ether, sensing the signs left behind earlier, sensing the gloomy torch that could be extinguished at any time on the endless sea.

- Found it.

A thought came to mind, the mage opened his eyes, and his hands unconsciously made a virtual gesture, exhaling:

“Maya”

A spell sounded to symbolize the void, and the maid mentally distorted the space, forcibly summoning beings who did not belong here - poor Abel, poor Prince Gable, was twisted here without even realizing what was happening, and the intense discomfort, the intense feeling of vertigo made him almost on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, Elga Fastein is a gentle and good maid.

Thinking of this, the mage did not hesitate to stun a certain highness who was in an extremely bad state, and then casually threw it into a relatively stable dimensional space where only the high-level mages of the Augustus School could grasp the coordinates - although the environment there was not suitable for human life, it was at least much safer than here.

Moreover, His Royal Highness the eldest son of the king, who is in a coma, will not have a psychological shadow because of this.

The blonde maid did not stop the pace of march after taking care of the master of this body - the current decline of the elves is obvious, no one could have imagined in advance that a priest on the side of the gods would give up his life to descend a wisp of divine will, if it were not for the fact that the elven forest had some background and could dispatch an archmage to go around, otherwise it would be difficult for an elf to escape, even if it was her.

In return, she's going to take care of some minor problems for the long-eared guys.

Well...... A little trouble.

Swaggering out of the encirclement of the Templars, marching towards the shattered heights - through the pre-arranged mage's eyes, the female mage monitored the entire battle situation from a global perspective, and the young little guy among the elves, although she was perfect and impeccable in terms of talent and spell-casting skills, but in the final analysis, she was not an orthodox school mage, and she was completely unclear about what a mage should do, and she didn't think about the problem from a global perspective at all, but blindly regarded herself as a turret- Did she think she could annihilate an army by herself?

Elgar Fastan naturally didn't know how mad the firepower of the Great Sage Sorcerer, who had once stood at the top of this world, and how intimidating the game really was—a humanoid self-propelled cannon, a nuclear ambassador, a star destroyer, and a tyrant's second ...... For mages who believe in the supremacy of firepower, these titles are simply as much as they are.

Well...... But I'm doing a lot now.

The blonde maid knew that her catties and annihilated a corps of about five hundred people was not a simple matter for a high-level mage, not to mention the time-consuming and laborious movements, and the resulting movements were easy to be discovered - but at this time, it was different, the terrain and geology here were suitable for the mages of the Augustus school, so there was no problem with occasional indulgence.

The mage thought and began to chant.

It's not a chant for no reason, but a premeditated chant - the mage's eye, which monitors the movement of the cavalry regiment, transmits the enemy's movements to her in real time, and after analyzing and sorting, Elgar Fastan can easily predict the time and place of the enemy's appearance, so that she can calmly chant.

The spell she chanted was the Shaking of the Ground and the Mountains, a high-level spell of fifty-three sections.

Because she had plenty of time, she sang the incantation verse by verse as if she were singing.

- A maid who sings melodiously, a maid with a dignified appearance.

What caught the eyes of Aarens, who rode his horse and whipped, and the cavalry regiment, was such a picture - the weak maid singing in a low voice on the desolate land, whether it was a beautiful posture or a sweet tone, was full of a strange beauty, full of a strange allure, which made people can't help but pity her, and people couldn't help but protect her.

Only at the same time, everyone knew, everyone understood, how incredible it was to have such a maid in the wilderness far from the town who happened to be in their way.

There is no accident in this world, only necessity.

Aarens thought, and then gave the order as the regimental commander.

"Charge!"

He roared, spearing first.

Behind him, hundreds of warriors determined to take revenge on the shame of the snow were wielding their guns at the same time, and the snow-white tips of the spears reflected the afterglow of the setting sun.

The combined efforts of hundreds of men and the unprecedented ease of command swelled the confidence of Aarens, and all of them, believing that even if a dragon stood in their way, their indestructible spears could pierce dragon wings, stain dragon blood, penetrate dragon souls, and complete the great cause of dragon slaying!

However, there was no dragon in front of them, just a delicate blonde maid.

It's a shame.

The knight who rushed to the front thought so, looked at the maid who was singing calmly in front of him, looked at her beautiful face, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her loss...... Wait a minute! Sing calmly? Take it easy?

Obviously it is close at hand, and the crisis of death is approaching, why and how can she be so calm?

Aarons didn't understand, but he could guess that there was something wrong with it.

"The whole army ......"

Realizing the problem, he was about to give a new order, but it was too late—as if sensing what he was thinking, the blonde maid smiled at him, then pulled up her skirt and made a curtain call, her pink cherry lips opened and closed slightly, although the sound was not real in the sound of the horse's hooves, but judging from the shape of her mouth, it was undoubtedly ......

"Goodbye."

Before he had time to think about the implications, the earth churned in a tremor, and the frightened war horse was completely out of the control of his master, and in the panic he was involved in the repetition of heaven and earth, and the constantly turning earth buried everything, no matter how he struggled, in the end there was only endless darkness in front of him.

In vain, he stretched out his hand to remove the dirt covering his body, but found nothing.

Is it buried too deep?

He thought, and his consciousness blurred as his breathing became harder, until it was all darkness.

- He's dead.

— along with his legions, buried in the ground.

Normally, the earth shaking does not have such a strong destructive power, but here, on the high ground where the entire stratum was destroyed by the flaming sword that burned everything, the unstable geological structure was particularly fragile under the effect of the spell that shook the earth, and the female mage easily shook the earth, stirring the strata on the verge of collapse like mud, and burying all the enemies.

- Solve as many enemies as you use the least amount of force.

In the eyes of the maid who walked in the name of Elga Fastan, this was the truth of the mage.

PS: No state, these days are full of terrible, I have been pitted so miserably, like a headless fly scurrying around for several days - about my tripartite agreement, I really want to write it down, but the twists and turns are bizarre, not in a few words can be summarized, only in one word - cheat father. PS2: I'm trying to adjust my condition as much as possible and get out of a chapter tomorrow.