Jonah didn't speak, he silently watched as Teacher Koshawar drew the space-time star array, savoring the truth contained in each arc, there was no doubt that this was the last lesson the teacher had taught him. After drawing the last spiral, the entire star array was closed, and the old man Koshawar stabbed half of his staff deep into the ground, took out a large glass bottle from his package, and threw it into the sky. He pressed his hand on the white crystal at the top of the staff, and with a "......" a beam of orange-red light rose from between his fingers, and smashed the glass bottle into pieces in the air.

"Teacher, I will always be there for you to watch you. Jonah clenched his fists.

"Save your effort, young man. The old man's beard curled, "It's my playing time!"

The whole bottle of star dust sprinkled from the sky, colorful points of light kept shining in the wind and snow, and the catalyst of this star power landed in the star array line, which quickly resonated with the starline, and the red and blue starline energy was heavily peeled off and gathered in the energy storage part of the star array. ......Sixty yards in diameter, the left half of the array was filled with scorching 130-77 pairs of star energy, the snow evaporating into mist and the earth crackling, while the right side was occupied by the power of the icy 21-814 stars, the frozen ground began to burst due to the sharp drop in temperature, and frost flowers spread outward along the surface.

“...... Come on!"

Old man Koshawar shouted. The space-time star array was activated, and the energy of the two attributes that repelled violently collided in the core of the star array, and his original multiple non-attribute buffer circle eased, absorbed, and compressed the huge energy created by annihilation and then transported back to the core, forming a cycle of energy that repeatedly stirred and increased. Even from a distance of thousands of miles, Jonah could still feel the terrifying power contained in the star array through the mirror, and if it was used on the battlefield, as long as he relaxed his control slightly, the uncontrolled explosion of this three-phase annihilation star array would undoubtedly destroy a city with a single blow,—— of course, it would also take the life of the astrologer at the same time.

But just when the collision of the two energies reached the highest point, Koshawar started the key step, and a non-attribute energy ball containing bit coordinate information shot into the core of the star array like a projectile thrown by a slingshot, breaking the delicate balance, and the power of annihilation immediately chiseled through the barrier of time and space, and vented to another space-time coordinate, "Okay, let's go!" The old man picked up his robe and strode towards the core of the star array full of turbulence, and in the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared into the brilliant glow.

A warrior of the Arian Alliance in the sky saw this strange scene, and he shook the shoulders of the armed camel knight in front of him in surprise: "Look! What kind of magic array is that on the ground? It seems to be very powerful...... Ah, why did it suddenly disappear! There is such a powerful magic fluctuation......"

"Closed ...... Shut up!" replied the knight with difficulty in the snowstorm, and ice fell on his face as soon as he spoke, "Keep firing, firing!"

The armed camel eagle roared and climbed upward, and the Tocharian musketeer in the back seat concentrated on aiming at the enemy in the sky above and pulled the trigger, "Bang bang bang!" The projectile hit the strange enemy, only a faint golden light flashed, in the siege of the twenty armed camel eagles, the god sitting cross-legged on the lotus seat, with four faces, eight arms, and twenty-four magic weapons, looked excited, one face smiled, one face was interested, one face was eyebrows, and one face was flat, "Where is the King of Assassins?" Suddenly, it let out a loud and deafening sound, a strange voice made of the voices of men, women, old people, and children, "Brahma has returned, will you kill me again?"

Brahma, the god of the Vedic kingdoms, did not come to the battlefield to help the Red Brotherhood, but simply to see that rare opponent in the world. In the city of Maharaja, the King of Assassins, hired by the rebel group 'Kurigara', cut off three heads of Brahma with a sword, and the god was almost dead, but finally reborn with the power of faith, not forgetting the shame of the scar on his neck, not knowing that the King of Assassins, Simion Longchang, would no longer appear in front of him.

The golden ripples of "Buzz ......" suddenly expanded, and all the armed camel eagles in the air stopped flapping their wings at the same time, and the feathers on their wings turned into gold in an instant. The ornate evolution brought disastrous consequences, pulled by heavy wings, birds fell to the earth, and on the bloody land, the ground troops from the ancient Vedas resisted the onslaught of the mechanical puppets of the Pink Hat Lover, and those who were not afraid of bullets dragged their tattered bodies charged forward were dozens of demon god Tanaba tempered from the corpses of the dead.

Jonah doesn't see this, and his perspective follows Mr. Coshavoy into the tree city of Erien. The position of the space pointed by the silver mirror could have been adjusted, but as he passed through the thick walls of Erien, Jonah felt a heavy resistance, and the space-time star array on the frame flickered as the load increased.

“...... Teacher!"

Finally, the picture became clear, and the coordinates he had calculated revealed a magnificent elven temple. The temple is made of dark green vines of the Tree of Life, with spiral vaults rising high, mesmerizing curves of the four arches, each eaves decorated with intricate gold ornamentation, and a dry well in the center of the smooth marble floor. There is a shallow spring in the jade balustrade, and in that legendary era of abundance, the fountain of life here nourished the sacred magical creatures of the entire northern continent, and a drop of this magical liquid can make a seed grow into a towering tree. Now the fountain of life was just an empty shallow pit, the withered roots of the tree of life were entwined in the ground, and above the roots, sat an old man with a hooked nose who was tall and thin, with his hair and beard in a mess.

"It's almost impossible to get there, it's dangerous, it's dangerous......" Koshawar panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "The space-time structure of Arian City is too complicated, even if this fountain of life is guarded by elven spells, it's not a place where you can come......"

"Great, Teacher!" exclaimed Jonah excitedly, "We're right! You must know where the artifact Orizoga is, right?"

The old man stood up slowly, beat his waist and scolded: "I know, I know! I really lost my life today, you bastard! The artifact is placed in the Archon's Hall on the upper floor of Erien, and I will find my way." He took two steps, bent down and wanted to break a tree root to use as a crutch, but the roots of the tree of life, which had been dead for many years, were tougher than steel, and the old man couldn't even pull a small branch off with a snort, so he cursed angrily, and slowly crawled out of the fountain of life and walked out of the elven temple.

"Gah?"

Both the master and apprentice were stunned by the scenery in front of them at the same time. From the outside, the ruins of the tree city of Erion were a withered, decaying, silent place of death, but now it was a prosperous and vibrant city. The high dome hangs the fruit of the Tree of Life, these golden nuts emit a soft glow that illuminates every corner of the city, and beyond the Elven Sanctuary there are three roads that lead into the distance, and the pebble path on the left leads to the living quarters of the natural elves (Koshawar turns his head to see a lush jungle with honey-filled lakes, Amber streams and honey-made altars), the stone path on the right leads to the northern elves' quarters (Koshawar turns his head to see the countless spired houses lined up on the hills, the velvety lawns, the elegant and neat colored houses seem to have just been carefully maintained by their owners, and every crystal window is shining), and the golden road on the front leads to the administrative area of the tree city of Arion, the gold comes from the decoration of the pavement and the steps, each step is inlaid with a thin sheet of pure gold engraved with the Elven aphorism, and the value of the gold itself is not countedThe ingenious openwork decoration around the thin plate alone can become a rare work of art.

Koshawar walked up the golden path, and he looked up ahead, and above the one hundred and forty-four steps there was a huge and imposing complex. As the political, economic, and cultural center of the Northern Continent, Tree City Irion is the home of all magical creatures. The tall three-spired architect is the joint council of the three empires of the Northern Elves, and the three empires such as the Blue Bird Empire meet every year to resolve disputes within the Northern Elves, the palace with its long white cloister is the meeting place of the Elemental Elves, where the elves from the Emerald Tree reside and transport the precious fountain of life back to the home of the Elemental Elves, and the green arch closest to the city dome is the entrance to the Archon's Hall, which is said to have ended after the war, the artifact Orizongga is stored on the altar in the center of the Archon's Hall, protected by the Tree of Life.

"Why is Erion so intact?" said Jonah in amazement, "The last forbidden magic of the Second Ancient War destroyed the entire Northern Continent, and Arian is located in the center of the continent, the first place to be impacted, why does it seem unscathed?"

"How do I know!" Kershawa gasped as he climbed the golden road, "it looks like a small inn where the master has left temporarily, everything is well kept, just waiting for the master to come back that day......"

The old man walked up the twenty steps, rested for a while, and then walked up. When passing through an arch, he inadvertently reached out to help him, but his palm pierced through the arch pillar and grabbed a handful of air. "What?" said Koshawar, stunned. The golden arch collapsed and turned into quicksand in an instant, and Koshawar couldn't help but open his mouth wide as he looked at the golden sand in his hand.

"It turned out to be just a mirage. "Teacher, the city has long been completely destroyed by forbidden magic, and all the buildings have been turned into ashes along with the owner of the city, and it is these trees of life, the trees of life that are full of the city's memories, and have reshaped all the streets, houses, lakes, and palaces with the last fountain of life energy. They're long gone, and these visions barely retain their shape......"

"Hell, isn't that artifact still in the old place?" Koshawar shook his hand and moved on.

He walked through the cloister, the white cloister turning to dust and disappearing behind him.

He walked past the palace, and the tall palace silently crumbled before his eyes.

He walked into the majestic illusion of the tree city of Erien, and watched as the faint wind from his clothes blew the city away.

Finally up the one hundred and forty-four steps, Koshavat looked back and saw the devastated ruins, the rhizomes of the Tree of Life rotting in the black-brown earth, and the fine golden sand floating in the air. The city in the distance is still as beautiful as a mirage, and if the wind does not blow, everything will be so beautiful forever, quietly waiting for the return of the owner.

Shaking his head, Koshawar turned and walked into the green arch. "Ah, it looks fine. After taking a few steps, he spoke, "The architecture here has a sense of weight, and it seems that the Archon's Hall has survived under the protection of elven magic. ”

"Great, teacher!" Jonah replied.

The old man walked into the grand hall, walked through the empty hall, and walked to the altar in the center of the hall. Countless vines pierced through the roof of the main hall and stretched down the altar into a large ball, and the light shot down from the broken roof and sprinkled on the obsidian altar, turning into specks of shining light. Through the cracks in the dry branches, Koshawar saw what was in the center of the altar at a glance, and he let out a long exhalation, "Young man, today is our lucky day. ”