"Woman," said an older human, sighing, "is indeed more emotional, and prone to extremes, which makes her unworthy of being a mage." But Egwene was the most promising of the many young disciples Scarville had gathered, so we weren't going to blame him for it—that would mean that the girl would take over the position. ”

Egwen retorted angrily, "Dear mages, I will do as well as male mages, and I think I may do better than them, because I will have to go through more trials and trials. ”

The elf smiled and said, "She's already written to war." ”

"Wait," Natal cried, "you're saying she's going to be the legendary Guardian or something, and what about us, we're nothing?"

"Not really," said the elf, "each of you will have a very important position. All the mages in our community will be on the battlefield, but the Guardians have the most important duties. ”

Egwene looked at her master and asked, "Scarville, what's wrong with you, why aren't you a Guardian anymore?"

Scarville smiled and said, "My girl, I'm old and tired. Fighting hordes of demons is a game for you young people. I hope that I can seize the rest of my time and train the next generation of mages. Scarville turned to the boys, "Don't worry, I will continue to be your master." ”

"Yay. Ferrarik muttered quietly. The faces of the four boys were stretched long.

"That's the way it is," said the gnome angrily, "you're so frizzy. This is enough to prove that we were right to choose Egwen. ”

"Not only that," the older human added, "Guardians are the enforcers of our group's will, so I guess a girl wouldn't be so reckless and willful, and would be easier to understand our chain of command." ”

"There's no war yet. Another human said.

Egwen couldn't help but ask, "You said there was going to be a war?"

"Yes. The elf smiled, and then stared at Egwene as if to see her through, "Child. Before passing on the magic, you also need to know that the role of a mage is to protect the peace and security of the world, and magic is the best weapon for a mage to achieve this; She also knows that that means hard work and hard work.

But she didn't know what hardships she would have in the future, and she didn't know what Scarville's true purpose was for her to learn the Metre Scroll.

Fararik stood up and shouted, "[****]. I'm not inferior to any girl!Maybe better than her!I can also do one of the tricks in the Metre Scroll!Look!" Ferrarik closed his eyes, then opened them again. He stared at a protruding rock in front of the elf, muttering a spell and repeating it - Scavill had warned them to be safe. The Metre Scroll is to be read twice.

The light flashed, and the rock glowed yellowish. Ferrarik glanced at Egwene with contempt and grinned smugly at the mage beside him.

"Stone alchemy," cried the gnome, "is really uncreative. ”

"In fact," said the elf with a laugh, "only a fool would conjure such gold." ”

Ferrarik's smile was gone, "What? He quickly recited another identification spell. His face darkened even more: "!"

"There's still a lot to learn," said the elf, "but you still have potential." Falarek, Manfred, Jonas, and Natal, learn from Scarville. Your potential will burst out. Then, he stared at Egwene with a sharp gaze: "Egwen, your fate will soon change. In a month, we will meet again in this woodland to pass on your magic, so you need to be prepared. ”

As soon as the words fell, a bright light flashed, and the seven mages were gone.

Over the next month, Scarville taught Egwyn how to deal with the demon hordes and the ugly little bosses - don't underestimate them, if it weren't for the Guardians' desperate struggle, their claws would have reached out into the world. Soon. Scarville passed the Guardian's magic to Egwen. It's a feeling like I've never felt before. Spells that used to require full concentration on casting spells can now be done in a single thought. Her insight has also deepened, and she can see the essence of things at a glance through the surface. In the past, she had to put some effort into controlling those animals and plants, and she had to use some complicated magic. But now it's all it takes a glance to get it done.

A year later, Scarville died quietly in his sleep. When he realized that he would soon be leaving the world, he began to arrange new masters for Jonas, Natal, and Manfred. At that time, Ferrarique was ready to go it alone. Scarville made a will, leaving all his belongings, as well as his servants, to Egwene.

One day, less than a month after Scarville's death, Egwene received a secret summon from the Tirith Puja and hurried back from a small village called Jotath.

Just arrived in the Tirisfal Glades. The dwarf—whose name Egwen later learned was Elbag—said, "What do you think you can do in Jotas?"

"Get them out of Zmodor. Egwene felt the answer was obvious.

"Do you want to know more about Zmodor before you kill Zmodor? Do you have a foolproof plan to eliminate Zmodor without the people of Chotas knowing?

Exhausted and full of anger, Egwene changed his usual respectful attitude and shouted at the many mages, "Elbag, you don't know, I don't have time to make plans and gather more information. Doing so would only endanger the children in the school building who were holding Zmodor in their hands. There are many children there. If I don't make a decision-"

"All you have to do," Elbagh said slowly, "is to do as told." Didn't Scarville teach you the rules of the Tirith Puja?

Egwen interrupted the gnomes, "Elbag, all you're doing is fighting back. You know that, and that's why you haven't made the slightest progress in fighting those ugly guys for hundreds of years. Zmodor has captured a schoolhouse, intending to trade the children for magic and poison their souls. I happened to smell the stench of the demon's spell casting, so I was able to arrive in time. Your methods of fighting are too passive. ”

"That's how it should be!" Elbagh waved his arms and shouted, "Our group was founded to deal with the threat of demons. ”

"But it's long gone. If we really want to defend ourselves against these monsters that have invaded our world and destroyed our homes, we will not tolerate them invading us so lightly, nor will we tolerate snatching our children away before we know where they are to be found. We must preemptively find out where they are, and then catch them all. Otherwise, sooner or later, we will fail. ”

Elbagh was not convinced: "Once people know that they are in danger, how can we control the panic and chaos?"

Egwen did not answer the question. She looked at the other mages present, "Does Elbagh represent the opinion of all of you, or is he just the loudest?"

The eldest elf, Ralphslav, smiled and nodded to Egwene, "Magna, in fact, both. The smile on Ralfsla's face was gone: "Elbagh is right, you are acting recklessly. Zmodor is just a minor minion of Sargeras, and we should try to gather more information about his master from him. ”

"That's right, then we'll wait until he kills the child and then ask him for information. ”

"Maybe so, sometimes in order to win this war, we have to take risks. ”

Egwene's eyes widened in shock: "We're talking about the lives of those children." Moreover, this is not a war, but a preemptive operation. The slightest negligence can lead to death at the hands of children, adults, and us. Without waiting for the other mage to rebuke her, Egwene hurriedly said, "My beloved adults, I beg you, I'm really exhausted, I just want to sleep for a while. Anything else?"

Ralphsla's face sank, "Remember your location, Magna Egwene. You are the Guardian, and you can only perform the tasks of your brain like the arm of the Tyris Puja, and never forget that. ”

"I highly doubt you're going to let me do that. Egwen muttered.

"Are you alright?"

"Right now—" Before Ralphsla's words could utter his mouth, Egwene had already cast a spell to teleport to Violet Castle. She needed sleep so much. (To be continued.) )