Minerva passed through the defenseless city walls, the barriers that should have existed on a normal day had long disappeared without a trace, and the Pegasus knights who were supposed to patrol the air were also nowhere to be seen, and the first line of defense of Silvermoon City seemed to have been completely forgotten by the elves.

The city near the city walls was deserted, as if no elves had ever lived here, and if it weren't for Minerva's sighting of a few elven corpses in a dark corner, she would have thought she was exploring a relic that had been hidden for years.

Big trouble, big problem, Minerva realized almost immediately that the situation in Silvermoon City was different from what she had expected.

The city's lighting system, which had been in operation for hundreds of years, had completely failed, and in Minerva's memory of more than two hundred years, this had only happened twice when the Lost Lock Circle had a self-test every century, and each time it was shut down for 24 hours.

And now, Minerva's city is dark, and for some reason she's been restless, with an urge to release it by hurting others.

Minerva wore the wisdom headband that her father had given her, which would ensure that she could think in a state of absolute sanity, and it was her rite of passage.

As one of the few spellcasters in Silvermoon City who is qualified to go out to archaeology various ruins, Minerva often encounters various psychic hints and amplify negative emotions, and this headband has saved her life more than once.

The more Minerva walked towards the center of the city, the more frightened she became, the elves hiding in the shadows attacked her again and again, arrows, magic, and even stones were their weapons, and the corpses on the road also reminded Minerva of how dangerous these living elves were.

Her destination is the High School of Magic, where she needs the joint authorization of the Dean of the Academy of Magic and the Archon of Kael'thas to terminate the ignition procedure of the 'Well of Eternity' in the remote control room.

But Minerva is now pessimistic about it, Silvermoon City has been reduced to a battlefield, all the elves are fighting each other, and even the Mystery Lock Circle has stopped working, but no one has stepped forward to stop this.

The big guys are either dead or have more serious problems, either way, it's bad news for Minerva.

And as a genius, Minerva knows a lot about the fertility curve of elves, and if the number of corpses she sees on the road matches the average number of casualties in Silvermoon City, the elves in Silvermoon City may never recover from the number before this disaster.

An even more pessimistic view is that the time of the extinction of the elves in Silvermoon City has been advanced by at least five hundred years after this battle.

Every time she thought about the data, Minerva felt a visceral fear that she had wondered if the elves' declining fertility rate was the result of an unknown curse on the Witch Kings of the New World, after all, when the Witch Kings joined forces to curse the Greenskins, even the gods compromised with them.

In this regard, the Witch King has both this ability and a similar record.

Minerva had proposed to the Archon that Silvermoon City could accept half-blood elves, but was ultimately rejected by all the higher-ups, including her father.

Not many people could stop a high-level spellcaster bent on escaping, and soon Minerva approached the Mage's Avenue, and saw the gates of the High School of Magic.

The air was filled with boiling magical energy, indicating that someone had unleashed a powerful spell not long ago, as evidenced by the destroyed buildings on the ground.

The only thing that could reassure Minerva was that the High School of Magic's protective circle was still on, and the lighting system was still working.

With her identity, Minerva easily passed through the repulsive circle that the Demon Hunters had not been able to pass through before and entered the interior of the High School of Magic.

Dog's breakfast.

The mage apprentice, who still maintained a terrified expression, was frozen in the ice forever, with blood stains everywhere, suspicious bloody handprints covering the entire corridor, the once neat hall was reduced to ruins, and the statue that had been erected here as a symbol of the status of the elven spellcaster was toppled down and tossed into three sections.

"Is Minerva Justinian you?" A voice sounded cautiously in a classroom behind the ruins.

Minerva cautiously cast a protective spell on herself, and looked in the direction of the sound to see a familiar elf, but Minerva couldn't remember where she had seen him.

"Don't you remember me? I'm Utgard, and we're at the same level when we used to go to school, but you haven't been back since you left the academy, and we haven't seen each other in almost sixty years. A wounded elf covered the wound in his abdomen and beckoned to Minerva with his other hand: "Come here, the people in the academy are crazy, they are greeting everyone with fireball skills now, don't let them see you!" ”

With Utgard's words, the image of a shy but hard-working elf is gradually remembered by Minerva, and with it comes the memory of a full and happy school life.

"Don't listen to his Minerva!" Another voice appeared behind Minerva: "If you think about your memory, did there really exist an elf named Utgard?" ”

Minerva turned her head sharply, jumped to the other side with nimble movements, and confronted the owners of the two voices in a triangle: "Who are you?" ”

"I'm ...... Forget it, it's shrouded in enemy magic, and even if I say my name, you won't remember me. The latecomer was an elf wearing a spellcaster's robe but holding a sword: "Our memories have been tampered with, the elf in front of you who calls himself Utgard has killed seven or eight elves with similar means, you can not believe me, but you must be vigilant, all the elves in the academy cannot be trusted." ”

"Whatever your purpose for coming here, don't put your hopes in others, you can only trust yourself." As the sword-wielding elf spoke, the elf who called himself Utgard had vanished without a trace.

And the sword-wielding elf was also vigilant, facing Minerva step by step, retreating from the corner from which he came: "Believe in yourself, Minerva, the fate of the Well of Eternity is in your hands. ”

"Who are you! How do you know about my project in the Well of Eternity! Minerva unleashed a bolt of rainbow light, trying to keep the elf, but the other man made a deft turn and disappeared around the corner.

The two elves suddenly appeared in front of Minerva and disappeared at the same time, as if they had never existed, and their faces blurred in Minerva's memory.

"Welcome to my labyrinth, elf, and have fun."