Mephites had been studying magic since childhood, and he had studied this thing all his life, but he had never been so depressed as he was today.

His fingers slid sensitively to let the golden elemental branches enter the circle, changing the effect of the circle, but after a few minutes and dozens of efforts, Mephiteks was shocked to discover the truth: the circle was originally perfect.

Yes, it's perfectly constructed.

But only structurally, the circle lacks a basic thing, something that makes it easier to activate.

"What is it? What the hell is this!? ”

The world outside the dark blue rain cover shook, bursting with bright red flames, and Mephites spat out a mouthful of blood in embarrassment.

He touched his chest with a painful hand and gritted his teeth to continue his research.

In fact, Mephites did not cast a mirror image spell before, the mirror magic was just a kind of confusion for Deathwing, but the essence was a spell similar to a doppelganger. The clones created by this spell have a power-sharing connection with the main body, so the strength of those individuals will be extremely strong, and they are also very intelligent.

However, because the clone and the body are too close, if the clone is injured, Mephites' body will also be damaged.

Now that the clones outside have been almost wiped out, Deathwing can immediately detect Mephites' place, but Mephiteres still hasn't completed his mission.

He is not reconciled, he is not reconciled to failure.

What is it? 】

What is it? 】

The old mage had never been so eager, he turned his head frantically, and he held his staff tightly in one hand.

Sweat dripped

However, Solan Lian on the other side looked at him quietly, silently.

The next moment, the bright red flames engulfed the blue, and with a crisp cracking sound, the blue barrier above their heads cracked.

The shards of the barrier fell to the ground and shattered like glass.

"I was hiding here."

Deathwing walked slowly in an indifferent voice, stepping on the blue shards, the flames beneath his feet that instantly wiped out the things that stood in his way.

"I admire your courage."

Looking at the old mage's wrinkled face, and feeling the magic that had become scarce in his body, Deathwing stopped and praised.

He had discovered that the old mage had reached the point of ashes of the oil lamp.

"However, I don't have the habit of letting others go."

Deathwing continued.

“”

Mephites then stood up with his staff and bowed slightly:

"Let's fight"

He looked at Deathwing with tired eyes, and even though there was no magic in his body, he still didn't think about running away.

Elves are haughty, both good and evil, and he has never seen a single elf in his life who has escaped battle.

Mephites raised his staff sideways, his eyes blurring as he looked at it, recalling the first time he saw it.

In search of a place to live, Mephites, who had only turned 5, followed the elves as the procession moved through the night like a gray-black band. They walked silently with torches and the flames of the mages floating around them, and the flow of people spread all the way to the other side of the mountain.

"Is that you?"

An old mage came up from the front of the group, smiling, and looking down at Mephites:

"The kid who defeated a troll?"

The old mage was hovering with blue flames around him, staring at him with eyes full of wisdom.

"Yes."

Mephites nervously replied to the mage, as a child he could only use one spell, which was the arcane barrage that his parents had taught him before his death.

However, Mephites' parents died when he was three years old to protect others, and no one taught him new magic on his journey.

Mephites practiced on his own, and finally used this spell to defeat a wounded troll in today's battle.

"At five, you seem to have a talent that no one else does"

The mage reached out and gently touched Mephites' head.

A cold sensation was transmitted to Mephites's mind, and he opened his eyes with some confusion.

"Come with me."

Then, the mage smiled, and he slowly squatted down and took Mephites' hand:

"You shouldn't be here."

A large, beautiful staff appeared in his hand, and Mephitek shuddered as he felt a suffocating attraction coming from the staff.

In the days without the Well of the Sun, a few arcane weapons would have been enough to fill the void of magic in the elves' bodies.

"This is the staff of the arcane, the staff of the elves"

"You're going to pass on this staff."

For a new mission, Mephithes followed the mage that night, leaving the elven civilians behind and joining the ranks of the arcane mages.

When he was 7 years old, the elves arrived at Quel'Thalas and began to build the kingdom. As a teenager, he met many companions, all of whom struggled, and spent hundreds of years building the fragile Quel'Salas and the Well of the Sun. As an adult, he took over his teacher's staff and followed King Anastarian to the throne as he allied with humans to defeat the Troll Empire and shape the prosperity of Quel'Thalas.

【Teacher】

[This may be the last battle of my life.] 】

A lifetime of experience recalls in his mind, and Mephites doesn't feel that he has any regrets.

Except for this circle

Deathwing turned into a burst of red light, and Mephites flashed sensitively.

Salas came out of his mouth, and the arcane trembled around him, as if he had been dressed in a blue gown.

The mana was running dry, but his body was getting more agile, and Mephites was feeling great.

He seemed to have returned to the days when he was in the prime of life and jumped freely in the woods, as if he had returned to the days when Quel'Salas was founded and rolled on the land with his teacher.

But this is an illusion after all

The rat couldn't escape the eagle's talons, and during one of its passes, Deathwing perked out his hand and pierced Mephites' chest.

No pain, no sorrow

For a moment, Mephites didn't think of anything, he stood still, looking at his bleeding chest.

He seemed to see Quel'Thalas.

"Are you bleeding too?"

Mephites asked softly.

Deathwing couldn't help but stop, looking at the old mage like a fool.

"You're going to die soon."

He smiled coldly.

He hadn't stuck in the old mage's heart, but the flames had already entered, and even if he didn't have to do it again, Deathwing was sure he was dying.

"I'll give you another ride."

The blood on the Deathwing handle was wiped out with flames, and he wanted to continue to deal Mephites a blow.

But he suddenly noticed a strange look.

[What's going on?] 】

Deathwing turned his head to find the astral magician with reddish eyes but staring at him calmly and indifferently.

Is this little girl?

As soon as he had such a thought, several familiar sensations invaded his body.

Deathwing's face changed.

When did those old guys come? 】

[Take the Dragon's Soul first!!] 】

His mind moved, without the slightest pause, and immediately left these two people, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

“”

Solanlian slowly walked over from behind and knelt lightly in front of Mephites.

"Is he gone?"

Mephites asked, looking at Solan Lian.

"Yes."

Solan Lian looked at Mephites calmly:

"I'm sorry"

It was only a few minutes, and even Solan Lian didn't expect that the difference between life and death between her and Mephites was only a few minutes.

The reason for this result should be clear to her after a while, but it is not a problem now, Solanlian looked at Mephites with a sad and hopeful look in her eyes.

Is the circle complete—she asked.

Mephites' eyes darkened, and he still hadn't found the result.

"I'm sorry"

He apologized softly, then staggered down.

The remaining arcane energy in his body was frantically healing him, but the effect was obviously very small, and although he was not completely dead, Mephites could no longer stand.

He heard the wind in his ears and heard the call of people.

Who is it?

Was it his parents, his teacher, or the pastor?

Mephites opened her eyes, but could only see Solan Lian's eyes.

He was obviously dead next to her, but her eyes flickered, but she didn't look at him again.

[Ahh

That's it, that's it

Mephites understood that Solan Lian, like him, was unswervingly pursuing her dreams and the value of her existence.

The reflection in his eyes was Quel'Salas

The reflection in her eyes was Kael'thas

When the two coincided, there was a 'bang' and something shattered.

"Aha"

"Ahahaha"

Mephites was caught by Solanlian's hands, and in her arms, the old mage laughed, spitting blood, and laughing wildly:

"I see, I see"

The emptiness and warmth in his mind that he had never seen before, all of this, he finally understood.

What the circle lacked, Mephites understood.

It lacks giving, it lacks love, it lacks faith

"Solan Liane"

Mephites struggled to hold the circle and imprinted the gem on the staff on the astral's forehead.

"Here's the answer"

Magic flowed from his body, and the staff glowed golden, striking a golden staff on Solanlian's forehead.

A feeling of warmth reached the astrologist's mind

At this moment, the astromagician's eyes traveled through time and space, looked directly into the future, and saw a figure suspended in the air.

The golden moment - a prosperous and brilliant future.

"That's the answer, that's the hope"

But Solanlian suddenly burst into tears:

"Why"

"Why is it still His Highness who suffers in the end?"

(To be continued)