The back of the man in black fades away like a lonely traveler.

Ivan, who stood in a daze, didn't even think of calling the man.

Suddenly the sound of this world rushed into his ears, the water lapping against the shore, the wind swirling under the night sky, and the rustling of branches seemed to mourn the wreckage of the land. Only then did Ivan realize that when the man in black appeared just now, all the sounds had disappeared.

It's like being locked up in a unique "field".

The word "Holy Magister" flashed through his mind like thunder in the clear sky. Ivan didn't think it was something to be proud of in seeing two Holy Magisters in such a short period of time, he only felt a little afraid.

Who the hell was that man? He even called Ivan's name!

Thump.

The muffled sound of a soft object falling suddenly pulled Ivan's thoughts back, and the Grand Elder of the Wizards' Order fell face down in the mess of broken branches and leaves, as if he had been stumbled, and he propped himself up and hung his head down, as if he was observing something, and as if he had not yet recovered his consciousness.

Suddenly, he shuddered.

Ivan was taken aback by him, and hurriedly raised his right hand, and the recondensed Illusory Light Sword maintained a posture that could both attack and protect himself immediately. In the face of the Great Elder, he was still a little frightened. He had fought elder-level wizards, and those people were difficult to deal with.

At this moment, the Great Elder also raised his face, and the silver light reflected his rigid face even paler. Ivan originally thought that the magic he had carefully prepared was lifted, and the Great Elder should be very angry, but the Great Elder's face was more panicked.

"You, you are?"

He got up tremblingly, his right hand trembling and pointing at Ivan, "You, you are the ...... Algernon said of"

"Hmmm......"

The Great Elder's teeth looked like they were fighting, and Ivan stared at him vigilantly, and before he could finish his words, he replied aloud, "Yes, I am the executor of the Demon Mentor Alliance. ”

The Great Elder's hand retracted suddenly, and he quickly glanced around, and soon, a look of despair appeared on his haggard face.

There was no weapon he could use, no staff of his ability, because the "Elf King of the Earth" did not need a staff that was vulnerable. Without a staff, it is difficult for a wizard to use his full power. He clenched his fists, as if hesitating to fight hard.

This kind of Great Elder looks really wolf-bèi.

"I'm not here to kill you. The majestic appearance of the Great Elder of the Wizarding Guild made Ivan a little unbearable, he hesitated for a moment, and suddenly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it directly at the throat of the Great Elder.

"—but you'll have to do what I tell you to do. ”

Ivan had no experience in threatening others, so he seemed a little unconfident when he spoke, especially when he saw a frightened look on the sickly face of a person, it was impossible for his heart not to be touched at all.

"To answer me a question first, you, after you became the 'Elf King of the Earth', there was a magician who once stopped you, do you know where he is?"

The Great Elder's dark eyes flickered violently, and he didn't know if he had listened to Ivan's words, he raised his limp feet and stepped back in small steps.

But he soon stepped on the broken branch and sat down on the wet grass.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" the Great Elder suddenly shouted, his voice unusually hoarse, no longer having the feeling he had just now, "Other Wizards?

As he spoke, his pupils constricted, and he immediately turned his head to look at the lake. The sporadic lights had become very faint and distant, and he took a sharp breath and looked at the hut not far away, where the kerosene lamps were still on, but no one was moving.

"Chief, where are the elders? Dai, Devany...... Where's my daughter? Where's Sylvia?"

Ivan put his sword down, feeling no longer the need to threaten him.

Such a Great Elder was not a terrible Earth Elf King at all, he was just a helpless loser. The Great Elder trembled uncontrollably, and although his tone was still very tough, he couldn't get any momentum out of it.

"Sylvia, she should be fine, she's with Clarence. Ivan was a little confused, "You don't remember the past?"

"I—" The Great Elder glared at Ivan viciously, but then, his brow furrowed tightly. He raised his right hand, which was still bleeding, and his body trembled more and more.

"God...... My God! My God has gone against my will! I ...... What have I done!" he gasped, turning his head again in the direction of the castle, then at his own hand.

"You, you're not going to kill all the inhabitants of this town!" he widened.

“......”

Ivan didn't answer, he couldn't keep up with the train of thought of the Great Elder Ulysses Milton, and he felt that the Great Elder of the human race still vaguely remembered what had happened, but not all of them. However, Ivan could read the expression of extreme pain on the face of the Great Elder—the expression of remorse and sadness that had been lost something important.

“...... Clarence will save them. ”

Maybe it was because he remembered his past self, Ivan couldn't help but comfort him in a low voice, and slowly took a few steps back. He felt that he no longer wanted to stand in front of the Great Elder. The Great Elder's terrible mental state, even if he was forced to ask, he couldn't ask anything, so let him stay alone. Ivan turned around, and the biting cold wind blew from the lake, causing him to shiver as well.

What to do now? If only he could get a boat, the raven was still missing, and he couldn't force himself to leave it alone, and then he suddenly remembered what the man in black had said when he was leaving.

He turned and ran towards the hut that the man in black had signaled, and the Grand Elder sat on the ground, staring at him dumbfounded. He ran all the way to the hut, illuminated by a kerosene lamp, and tugged lightly on the closed wooden door.

The door is not locked.

The room was very quiet.

As he illuminated the low house with the glow of the Sword of Illusion in his hand, he was taken aback by the scene in front of him.

That's—

That's the clerk of the Wizard Alliance!

There were four of them, all of them leaning motionlessly as if they were asleep next to the food sacks piled up in the small warehouse, and there were no signs of burns on their bodies. Although they were all unfamiliar faces, their familiar white uniforms and the badge on their necklines were so eye-catching that they couldn't help but forget to breathe. Ivan remembered that reports he had seen before described their appearance—two women and two men, all young men under thirty.

A feeling of late tiredness pressed on his shoulders like a heavy quilt.