Darkness has fallen, and the world of the Night Elves has awakened. While the pious spirits began to pray, the merchants began to buy and sell. Ordinary elves lived their peaceful lives and did not feel any different from their usual nights.

But for some elves, small annoyances are invading their lives. As a result, there is also a slight deviation in their daily life patterns and concepts.

An older moon guard, with long silver hair waving behind his back. Although he was the oldest of the upper elves, his spell skills were becoming more and more sophisticated, so he was still in a high position. Reciting mantras was a part of his life, and like breathing, it was a natural thing to do, without even thinking about it.

A crack knocked him out of his seat, and the elven mage frowned and glanced at the parchment on the table, a long scratch that had broken the structure of the rune, and the spell scroll was useless. The mage let go of his laughter, only to realize that a glass bottle had suddenly fallen to the ground. Wine and glass spilled on the gem-encrusted orange carpet that the old mage had recently purchased.

The old mage shushed angrily, and snapped his fingers as he looked at the fragments in pain. The shards of glass suddenly rose into the air, and the wine coalesced on its own, forming the shape of the container in which it had just been contained. The glass began to take shape on the periphery of the drink, but a second later, everything was spilling on the carpet again, worse than before.

The old mage looked at this, and snapped his fingers again with a grim expression.

This time, the glass and the wine moved as he had thought they would, without even the slightest misalignment. However, these objects were a bit of a grind, taking far longer than the Moon Guardian had anticipated.

The old Night Elf returned to his seat, but his eyes kept sliding to the bottle behind him and the wine in it. He pointed to the bottle again with his hand - and then, frowning, withdrew his finger, and turned his chair away in disappointment.

In Garhala, a great city some distance from Asarin's well, a group of elven mages begin a ritual that is performed every night, rearranging emeralds and crystals to demarcate its borders. Under the mutual instigation, there is movement between the crystals, as if they are defending against the attacks of ordinary magic. They have never been used in anyone's memory, but people still feel great comfort in their presence.

Although there are hundreds of crystals, arranging them is not particularly troublesome. All power comes directly from the Well of Eternity, so wizards don't need to use stars to adjust the power lines from one end to the other. In fact, the most you need to do is simply twist the crystal from the top and place the obsidian at the top. In this way, a skilled energy mage can complete several steps in just a few minutes.

But as more than half of the crystals were placed, the crystals began to dim, or even completely darkened. The mages of Garhara were not as proficient in magic as the Moon Guardians, but they were well aware that what was happening now was not supposed to happen. They immediately began to check the arrangement again and again, but found no problems.

"They haven't sucked their magic from the Well of Eternity," said a young mage, with certainty, "and something is trying to cut them off energetically!" ”

But as soon as he finished speaking, the crystals resumed their normal activities. The older companions stared blankly at him, trying to retract the rough comments they had made about him.

Life goes on, and the footsteps of evil are getting closer......

Carl thinks that if he can't get along one day, he may be able to rely on teaching others to support his family. Just as he taught the use of Light spells in Crowsburg, Karl once again became a great teacher. However, what always makes him feel inexplicable pain is that first there is Liadrin, little Lori, and now little Ash, and the contradictory logic of first effect or first cause still haunts Carl.

He doesn't know much about the Windranger family, and he can only guess that little Ash should also be considered an elder figure of Sylvanas. The upper elves who were far away from their homeland eventually became the High Elves, and they did not have the World Tree that could maintain their eternal youth like the Night Elves, and although the High Elves lived the same long lifespan, they were not immortal. Maybe when we meet Sylvanas, we can ask about Ash.

Little Ash's talent is outstanding, especially when it comes to shooting. Second only to himself, even Wenressa's Xiao Nizi, who is known as the best shooter, is not as good as Carl's evil guess, this is probably a talent hidden in the bloodline of the Windranger family. Now, it has finally waited for Bole to wake up itself.

"What are you thinking? Carl, I've called you several times! ”

Ash completely lost his original fear of Carl, and after discovering Carl's true nature, despite Mavi's dissuasion, he often took the initiative to pester and inquire about the story of the moon god.

"Huh? …… Ah, nothing, I was thinking, you're the most gifted elf I've ever met! ”

"Really? Same as the archer you said was called Ice Archer? Ash blinked big silver eyes with a hint of pride and anticipation on his face.

Making up a story about the moon god to trick the little girl is not a problem for Carl, who has a super brain. But the problem is that this little girl is pestering and listening all day long, and even Wen Si is like a spring of ideas that can't keep up with the speed at which she listens to the story.

Ice Archer is a hero character in a battle game that Carl played when he was on Earth.,It's a powerful output archer.,The name also happens to be called Ash.,Carl made up some random stories for her to hook up with the moon god.,But I didn't expect little Ash to worship this character abnormally.,Take her as your idol and goal.。

As a result, Carl became her archery teacher.

"No," Carl shook his head deliberately, pouting at little Ash in disappointment, and continued, "how can she compare to our little Ash, our little Ash can shoot a moving target in just a week, and you are the best one." ”

The elf girl rolled her eyes, the so-called eating a trench and growing a wisdom, was fooled a lot, and little Ash had already heard that Carl was perfunctory again.

"In a few days we will be back in Sulama City, and another group of sisters will come over to take over our work. You ......"

"Of course I'm with you." Carl said in a natural tone, "You haven't graduated from archery training yet." ”

Ash glared at Karl angrily, "Dow is already able to shoot moving targets from 40 yards away." ”

"yes, a target that doesn't pose a threat to yourself."

"......" little Ash clenched his little fist and waved at Karl, "Don't look down on people, I've fought with Sister Mavi and them against trolls, huh!" ”

"Oh? Is it? Karl's exaggerated expression of surprise made the elven girl itch her teeth with hatred, "I wonder how many enemies our brave elven warrior has defeated with her own hands?" ”

"I ...... I ......" little Ash's face flushed, and he lowered his head and muttered to himself, "It's not that Sister Mavi won't let me rush to the front......"

Karl stroked Ash's supple hair, "Practice your archery skills carefully, maybe you'll be able to use it in a moment." ”

Ash's star-like eyes lit up, and the elven girl sensed a hint of worry in Karl's tone and nodded heavily.

"Well, you don't have to worry, there are some things that you don't need to worry about yet." Karl smiled and said, "What about your Mavi sister?" Why didn't I see her today. In other words, it's really unaccustomed to not fighting with her. Karl rubbed his chin with his hand, an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Sister Mavi doesn't want to see you. Every time I can't say a few words to you, I get angry with you and run away, but you're still a messenger of the stars, not a gentleman at all, I really suspect that Lady Elune kicked you out because she couldn't stand your temper! ”

"Hah—I've seen through you little girl. Should I stop talking? ”

The elven girl grimaced at the pretending vicious Karl, turned and ran away laughing, the crisp laughter drifting into the distance. (To be continued.) )