The starry night sky hung in the sky like the Milky Way, and under the city walls, there were thousands of lights, and in the warm and quiet streets, Jabbar and Rafael sat at the head of the city, and before they knew it, the elf girl was already lying in their arms. The scene is like a replay of yesterday in the city of Chetsum.

At that time, Raphael was also so beautiful, with long eyelashes, a delicate face, and a perfect body, but after half a year of fighting side by side, and then parting, the elf girl fell even more in love with the orc uncle. But this is absolutely forbidden in the elven world, and it may be acceptable in the orc society, but it must also wait for Jabbar to wait for the position of the great chief, and maybe he can marry Raphael back in the name of world peace, so that the orcs and elves will no longer fight and kill.

"Abdul-Jabbar, time has passed, it's been more than a year since we knew it, and who would have thought that so many things would happen later. ”

The night breeze blows like soft music on the two people in the city, Raphael lies in Jabbar's arms and says, the scene is very strange, a petite elf lying in the arms of a burly orc, the proportions are seriously incongruous, but it just shows the preciousness of this feeling, across the world, across races, although with a little sadness.

"Well, maybe everything is fate, maybe everyone has their own destiny, we are all mortals, we can't change it, we can't control it. So you don't have to think about it so much, it's best to live in the moment. ”

Jabbar put his arms around the elven girl in his arms, and her arms were thicker than Rafael's thighs.

Jabbar was suddenly in the scene of his previous life, and it would have been better if he had a piano or a violin. In the night, the moonlight stretched the figures of the two people very long.

"This, teach me to blow?"

Uncle Orc suddenly remembered that when he met the Beamon Behemoth in the cave, Raphael played the piccolo to silence the Behemoth, and the elven piccolo became the only instrument at the moment.

"Hehe, you can't learn. ”

Raphael responded mischievously. The turquoise eyes looked so smart and vibrant in the moonlight, that Jabbar did not dare to tell her the visions he had seen in the tower, and he did not even dare to recall, living in the present, in the moment, the moonlight was soft and warm.

Emerald Glades.

The Orc War has entered its final stage, and Bloodroar's plan was originally perfect, if it weren't for King Alonso's return to China, the human capital of Teletum would have been occupied by the Orcs long ago. And now, everything is different, and the orcs have encountered the most powerful human coalition in history. The Northern Alliance, the Elven Alliance, and the Dwarven Alliance are all in this city, and as long as all the alliance troops in the city can't hold out, the orcs in this city can't take it anyway. And Aishara has already led a hundred human mages to study in the magical holy land, and this news is even more unknown to Bloodroar, it seems that the whole war is about to start to reverse?

"Archmage, what kind of spell is recorded in this book?"

Essalivan pointed to a heavy book and looked at Esshara with confused eyes, it had been three days since she returned to the Mage Tower, and she had not understood any of the several magic books that Esshara had given her, first of all, the words were very old, old enough to exist before Teletam was established. The second is that even if some words can understand the superficial meaning, they cannot understand the principle they are trying to express.

"This is Hunting Magic, a mid-level spell in fire-based magic that can be used to hunt demons. But it's been a long time since there have been demons in our world. ”

Azhara said, smiling and lighting her pipe.

"Come on, wizardess, it looks like I'm going to have to teach you some of the tricks of getting started myself. ”

Seeing that Esharlivan was still confused, Essara smiled and took the heavy and sophisticated magic book directly. For Essarivan, it's a heavenly book, but for Azhara, it's valuable knowledge.

"The word jkol means bondage. ”

"The word hgoo means heaven, ahd means flame, and unnom means magic web. ”

Azhara pointed to the ancient text in the book as she taught Essalivan to read along with her. It's like teaching a baby to walk by hand. It may seem like a simple learning, but it is an indispensable process.

Now, imagine the meaning of these words and pronounce them together. ”

Esshara still held the magic book and looked at Essharlivan expectantly, he knew that this female mage would be able to do it, Esshareven was very smart and had a strong understanding ability, which Esshara saw when she raided the Emerald Glade.

"The flames of heaven are burning in the net?"

Esalivan closed her eyes and put the words together, and then imagined the scene, the meaning of the words. Oh, that's an exaggeration. After opening her eyes, Esalivan's first reaction was excitement, and then she couldn't wait to read out the text.

“hgoo......”

In the next second, the magic book in Azhara's hand began to burn violently.

"Archmage, that book is burning!"

Seeing the exaggerated scene in front of him, Essalivan exclaimed, he didn't know if the archmage's hands would be burned under such a blazing flame. But in short, he got into trouble.

"Hahaha, you've done a great job, wizard, you've successfully cast the spell in the book, and it's answering your call. ”

Azhara spoke, closing the spellbook that recorded fire spells, and it was only then that Essalivan saw that it was the pages that had just been burning, just the page, but amazingly, when the archmage closed the book, the paper was back intact again.

"It's impossible, I just saw the book burning. ”

Essalivan still didn't understand, after all, he had only studied magic in Teletham for three years before coming to the Mage Tower, and a lot of his mind was still working under regular thinking.

"The Fire Magic Book was left by the founder of the Fire Law System and his apprentice, this book has been read by hundreds of people over a period of 10,000 years, and everyone who uses it will leave their own flame breath on it, and over time, this book will become more and more magical, so every time the caster successfully casts the spell in the book, the words on it will burn, but you can rest assured, these words are magical, it will not let the flames burn the books, but the words are also releasing their own breath. ”

Seeing Essalivan's bewildered look, Essara smiled even brighter, laughing at the cuteness of his apprentice, but also pleased that it is rare for humans to have such an innocent magician, because it is difficult to find a magic in the book without being seduced by its power in today's human society.