Where is it?

The mage looked up and looked around—it seemed to be deep in the forest, uninhabited, only twisted and distorted trees, exuding an eerie aura. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Nine times out of ten, ordinary people would hesitate in this atmosphere that seems to appear in horror novels, but the mage did not, she tidied up her clothes, covered her face with a hood, and finally glanced at the dense jungle around her, and naturally took a step, walking in the direction of the faint reflection of the moonlight.

"Sand." "Sand." "Sand."

The mage's steps were light and shallow, but stepping on the slightly yellowish fallen leaves still made a sultry sound in the silence of the night. Suddenly, she stopped, turned to look back—she had clearly stopped, but the sound of rubbing the leaves did not stop, and in the dark jungle, there were bursts of rustling sounds, giving people an indescribable sense of weirdness.

As if sensing the mage's attention, the strange sound in the forest disappeared abruptly, and the twisted jungle, which had not even heard the sound of insects, fell completely silent, except for the sound of her gentle breathing and the sound of a strong heartbeat.

The mage, whose gaze wandered back and forth in the forest many times, seemed to have no choice but to give up, but the moment she turned around, the lurker under the fallen leaves suddenly attacked, like a black line, lightning rushed, spitting long letters, and the hideous fangs beckoned straight to her calves.

But the mage didn't react, not because he didn't have time to react, but really didn't react. She just stared at the viper attacking her with a deep gaze, and there was no fear on her face, but an indescribable indifference—not like the look of a man whose life was on the line. Unfortunately, it was obviously impossible for the viper that followed all the way to know this, its fierce fangs never touched the mage's skin, and its head and fangs slammed into an invisible defensive barrier, and without even stirring up ripples, it fell to the ground, curled up in a ball.

It's already dead.

With one last look, the mage turned and walked away, walking through the dense woods, the rustle of falling leaves was still the same, almost the same as before, though there was one less stalker behind her at the moment.

The road was still long, and the mage herself did not know where the end of the road led, so she just continued, silently.

Here, time had no meaning, and I don't know how much time had passed, but the mage stopped again, his expression slightly moved, and looked at the dead forest in front of him with a rare cautious gaze, as if he had not noticed that behind her, spider monsters the size of a basin were hanging from the trunks.

After they hit the invisible barrier again and again and then bounced away, the mage raised his eyebrows, and without looking at the terrifying monster behind him that was enough to make the child stop crying, he raised his hand and gently spit out a spell, and a dark purple flame ignited above the palm, and the moment he turned around, the flames exploded, burning everything completely, and in the blink of an eye, a huge blank space appeared in the woodland, leaving only ashes all over the ground.

However, such a result did not satisfy the mage, or the mage did not have time to be satisfied right now. Before the ashes had fully fallen, the mage retreated towards the center of the blank space, but still a step too late, and several thick branches snapped towards her, forming a dense net.

There are no dead ends......

The mage was tightly wrapped in several thick branches, and the strong branches swelled up like muscles, squeezing the invisible barrier that the mage had opened, perhaps close to the limit, and a layer of lilac light around her body was uncertain, as if it might be dimmed at any time by the squeezing of the branches.

But it just seems that until the end, this circle of halo has not been completely dimmed, maybe as long as the force of Lin Zhi's squeeze is a little greater and lasts a little longer, this circle of halo will be dimmed and silenced. But there is no if, before this happens, the mage has already made a move, spit out a mouthful of incantation, out of thin air, the air violently vibrates, in this small space even she herself suffered, can't help but snort.

It's just that these are worth it, under the control of the spiritual power of the mage of the concussive air, it turned into the sharpest blade, and after a sound of "squeak, squeak, squeak" like grinding teeth, several thick forest branches were cut off, and the net covering the sky was forced to cut a gap.

She didn't hesitate, and before the new branches could fill the gap, she burst out of the encirclement, paused in the open space after the flames, and distanced herself to carefully examine the dead forest in front of her—the branch that had just attacked her was the tentacle of these strange creatures that looked like dead trees.

The mage did not take this rare and dangerous creature lightly, and she carefully guarded against the attack that could come at any time, while whispering a song of incantations as beautiful as poetry. As the song flew, a dry heat wave blew from afar, and a little spark appeared and disappeared around her.

The monster disguised as a dead wood forest didn't seem to make any movement until the mage's chant was nearing its end, when the ground exploded without warning, and several tentacles shaped like several came from below. Fortunately, she had been prepared, and realized that something was wrong the moment the ground exploded, and her figure blurred, and in an instant, she appeared in another position, spitting out the last spell that symbolized the end.

As if the last note of the piano had fallen from a concert, the world seemed to fall into a brief silence, and then the mage raised his hand, and a long flame dragged its meteor-like tail and roared towards the direction of the dead wood, burning the monster that had hidden itself as dead wood.

After a loud thunderous sound, the rising light of the fire illuminated the path ahead of the mage, but unfortunately, although the path ahead was illuminated, it was still impossible to see clearly under the dense clouds of smoke.

But she doesn't need to see clearly, all she needs is to move forward.

Without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, the mage stepped forward and continued on the scorched earth.

It seems that the monster disguised as the Deadwood Forest is the only overlord in the area, and after killing it, the mage has not encountered any enemies in his path. As she went, the scenery changed along the way—fewer and fewer twisted trees, instead they became taller and thicker; The moss on the path thinned out, and the occasional footprint on the damp soil could be seen, but its owner was still nowhere to be found.

After walking like this for a while, the mage walked around a corner, and his vision suddenly opened up, and for the first time there was a human presence in front of her. The mage did not choose to move on, instead she crouched in the bushes, carefully peeling open the grass that obscured her vision, and peered at the jungle warriors who seemed to be on patrol.

The reason why they are called jungle warriors is not only because they are fully armed, but also because it is impossible to deduce what they really are from their appearance and appearance - they have elven-like pointed ears, but their faces are covered with black stripes, and their facial features are completely distorted and mixed together, like evil spirits.

The mage watched silently as they seemed to be performing a sacrifice of humans, living humans, struggling and begging to be pulled into the open area where the sacrifice was held, and then the aliens in the jungle hissed like metal grinding, perhaps their language, but more likely some kind of sacrificial song.

Under their hissing, the world seemed to be eroded in some way, and the mage could clearly feel that the meager will of the ether between all things was being banished by the incantations of the sacrifices of the aliens, and that being, little by little, was reviving from the eternal darkness.

As the darling of the Aether's will, no mage would sit idly by and ignore such a thing, and so did she. There was no expression in the shadows under the hood, and no sound was coming out, but judging by her changing gestures, she was preparing a spell in a silent spell.

As the aetheric aura converged, the aliens seemed to have discovered something, and they became restless, and a scepter-holding alien hissed and let out an indecipherable howl, echoed by a group of warriors, roaring and scattering in all directions.

At this time, the mage's preparation was coming to an end, the heat wave generated by the high temperature made the face under the hood red, and the strong ether fluctuations made her almost unable to completely control the spell, almost at the same time as the last step of the spell was completed, she did not stop long, but relied on her previous memories to guide the spell to shoot in the direction of the staff-wielding alien.

The flame that came out of the mage's hand turned into a pillar of flame that pierced everything, a flame of this intensity, completely beyond her control, this was not a spell she had prepared, but the fire of the wrath of the aether's will, all she did was to channel the anger of the aether's expulsion and banishment, and pour it out in a spell model.

However, the power released in the simplest and most straightforward way is far beyond the upper limit of what a mage can carry. She had just finished casting the spell and channeled the wrath of the will of the ether to where it was supposed to go, and she didn't even have time to see how destructive the Pillar of Flame was released by her hand, and her body was so weak that she couldn't even stand, her eyes were black, and she collapsed to the ground.

Luckily, as a mage, all she does is channeling and catharsis. Although this made her prostrate for the time being, but in the end, it was supreme and only slightly recuperated, and she moved her somewhat sore body, and looked in the direction she was finally guided, but what she saw was a piece of scorched earth, and the forest she had seen before disappeared without a trace, leaving only a blackened and withered towering tree, indicating that what she had seen before was true.

The mage walked on the still scorching scorched earth, cautiously approaching the only remaining towering tree, which could survive the apocalyptic catastrophe, this ancient tree that seemed to come out of mythology should also have something special. However, no matter how careful and cautious it was, it was useless, she had just gotten up, and within a few steps of her journey, a roar sounded in her head.

It thundered.

The roar was not in any of the mage's languages, but the mage could understand the roar.

Is that......

"I see you."

Before the mage could react, the charred black ancient tree in front of her rose from the ground, and the branches in the sky smashed at her......

The defensive barrier that had been stretched out with all her strength shattered like glass at the touch of glass, and the aftermath of the tremendous force bombarded her body heavily. The mage spat out a mouthful of blood and flew upside down, his vision gradually darkening......

Then, everything was calm.

―――――――――――― forced to be helpless to divide the line――――――――――――

The sun shines through the dense branches of the forest, and through the open skylight, it casts on Monia who is sleeping sweetly on the bed. Just as everything was peaceful, the mage suddenly opened his eyes, suddenly got up, covered his chest, and gasped for breath.

That's ...... Dream?

Remembering her previous dream, Monia got up, only to realize that her back was soaked. After changing her clothes, she walked out of Lahuana's treehouse in a distracted state of mind - although she was not in a very good state of mind now, and she cared about this dream, she still had classes to attend at the Mage Academy in the afternoon, so she couldn't be late.

The mage is the patron of the ether, and the mage's intuitions and dreams often take on the nature of premonitory perception. After leaving the city of Mecarone, Monia had a prophetic emerald dream, and in the path of her true name, she was able to escape the pursuit of the gods incarnate in large part thanks to her keen intuition.

This time, the dream gave Monia a feeling very similar to the Emerald Dream, but there was a strange feeling.

This didn't seem to be an ordinary dream of foreknowledge, but something deeper, the mage in the dream was undoubtedly herself, and judging from the spells she used, there was no doubt that she had become a mid-level mage who could skillfully use the mage's shield, and the spells she was good at seemed to be ...... Flames?

However, unlike the Emerald Dream, she could not manipulate her body in this dream, her consciousness was dazed, she could only look at the "self" in the dream, and there was no way to interfere with this dream. It feels a lot like ...... How she felt as she went through another tributary of time.

How could it be, Monia shook her head, leaving this unrealistic idea behind her.

The tributary of time is the crossroads of fate, only the most powerful prophecy mage is qualified to set foot in it, she does have a special relationship with the ether, but without the spiritual power above the archmage to protect the soul, the only consequence of stepping into the long river of time is that the soul is assimilated by the endless torrent of time, and then devoured.

She's still alive, so it can't be a tributary of time, no matter how similar it feels.

Distracted by the problem, Monia fell from the sky again without paying attention, and the ancient tree's response was as timely as ever, and before the falling speed increased to a certain extent, a net of dense forest branches caught her. Although there were many embarrassments, it didn't hurt the muscles and bones.

"Thank you."

Monia said to the ancient tree, and continued down the main trunk, only to move a few times, when she suddenly froze, missed one of them, and fell from the trunk again.

"Sure enough...... It's still a dream of foreknowledge......"

Lying on the large bed made of forest branches, the mage stared at the blue sky and white clouds above his head, and said no more.

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