At night, Hehia walked on a deserted mountain road, and the night wind struck.

The day's lessons had already been completed, and she had plenty of time to meet that particular 'teacher' today.

Although the road was very dark at night, it was not difficult for her, and the perception attached to her job made it easy for her to avoid the stones and shuttle through the grass full of insects.

This was it, on the edge of a cliff, she jumped lightly, and then a faint white light appeared on the surface of her body, and her body became light, and finally landed on the edge of the misty lake.

After taking a few steps forward, she jumped up lightly, and ice flowers appeared on the edge of the lake, and then she stepped on them easily, approaching the middle of the lake.

However, there is no Xiaoice mountain in the lake today, which means that the 'teacher' should be dormant at this moment.

Recently, Heshia had become familiar with the ghost woman's way of life, she thought about it, held out her hand, and then a small vortex formed in the lake, because she did not have the ability to manipulate the current, this way of manipulating liquids by relying on a general formula was not very efficient, but it would be enough.

A few pieces of ice formed in the water, colliding with each other in the whirlpool, making a crisp sound in the water, as if it were some kind of wind chime or bell.

Soon after, an ice-blue glow erupted from the bottom of the lake, and the ghost woman surfaced, revealing a small icy island.

"Hehija is here." Her skin was as white as the dress on her body, and the gorgeous pleated dress like a phantom fluttered in the night, emitting a faint glow.

"I'm disturbing the teacher's rest." Heshia nodded.

"It's okay, it's not good if you're stupid to wait outside." She shook her head, it was only a short hibernation, and she could wake up at any time.

After saying this, she looked at Heshia with a slightly curious gaze.

"You seem to have been trained a bit lately, and your behavior is a little different than before."

"Well, it's etiquette training."

"Well, I can see that although thousands of years have passed, some things in human beings have not changed."

"These things, well, it doesn't matter." In her opinion, it is dispensable, but she also understands that Hehia is not strong at the moment, and she can't make everyone recognize her, and this kind of training is really beneficial.

"Come here." With that, she beckoned Heshia closer.

Then, the slightly cold palm took Heshia's wrist and led her into the lake again.

The icy waters of the lake washed over her body, the gurgling sound was heard next to her ears, and then a white light appeared in front of her eyes, and Heshea saw a completely different world again.

The sky seemed to be burning, and there were falling flames everywhere, and this was a battlefield that did not know the time of year.

The elves soared in the sky on fiery birds, their crimson feathers fanning against the sunset, and flames continued to fall from the sky, and the whole world seemed to be the end of the world, and everywhere it was full of burning ruins, wailing corpses, broken flags and long swords.

Fighting the elves is a fearsome adversary, a skeleton pushing a steel chariot across the battlefield.

The chariot was slung with a giant crossbow, and the twisted and bloody monster turned the winch to wind it, and then the bolts flew through the sky, knocking elves and birds down.

On the ground, the elven knights in silver glyph armor lined up at the sound of trumpets, their snow-bright scimitars reflected in the burning sky, they were silent, and a group stepped onto the hills, and then raised their long scimitars and drove the forest horned deer to charge down.

The scimitar was as sharp as silver snow, and even the chariots that lined up the enemy were sliced under the long knife, and flesh monsters and skeletons were cut down.

The loose array of skeletons was like dead wood, trampled and crushed by the silverblade-wielding army, and they washed over the dark earth like a silver crescent, smashing rows of skeletons and monsters to pieces.

However, such a heroic charge could not change the tide of battle, because in front of them was an endless sea of millions of corpses and bones that stretched to the horizon.

Wisteria crescent flags were held high on the dark earth, and then there was a cry in the sky, and ghosts like dark clouds approached from the sky, their faces distorted and wailed, and the piercing sound made it difficult to sleep.

These ghosts rushed into the sky against the falling flames, and the spirits who rode the red-feathered birds in the sky, and then corpses and feathers fell from the sky, adding countless corpses and burning flames to the ground.

The living wielded their blades to tear and kill, the dead walked in flames, there was no surrender, no escape, and there was no room for compromise, and the two sides were already covered with a sea of blood and feuds, and countless lives were sacrificed for victory.

Exhausted elven knights were torn off the deer and then collapsed in a sea of rusty swords and bones, and the situation gradually turned to one side, and the elves had to retreat for the time being, in order to regroup and regain their strength.

One side of the battlefield faded away, and the sea of bones continued to move forward, tirelessly climbing over the mountains towards the distant mountains, where the outline of a giant tree loomed.

Soon after, a black-clad wizard arrived on the battlefield where the battle had just begun, brandishing their staffs and chanting desolate incantations, and then the previously dead elven knights rose again, grabbed their mutilated blades, mounted their corpses and flesh-wrecked horses again, and headed forward.

War, death, resurrection, and so on, this thousand-mile army of death, over the mountains, continued to advance towards the giant tree, until the end of the world, until everything was destroyed, whether it was the enemy or itself.

Everything around her resurfaced with a white light, and everything began to blur, and the last thing Heshia remembered was the wisteria crescent banner fluttering under the burning sky.

It was a long time before she woke up from the brutal and epic war.

Leaning against the small iceberg mountain, she stood up with the ice cube.

"What was that scene like that?" She wanted to know what era the war she saw took place, what it was for, who were the two sides in it, why those silver-haired elves were different from today's elves, and so on.

"Those just now are the memories of the Second Age." The ghost woman sat on the iceberg throne, propped her head in one hand, and explained to Hesia.

"Now in your textbooks, for that era, it's just a passing touch, just about the rise of the Mercury Dynasty in human beings, and the elves slowly came to an end, and maybe no one cares about what kind of tragic killing it is."

"That's right." Heshea turned to look at the ghost woman, and she understood that the teacher had done more than just let her see the horror of the battle.

"Very clever, Hesia." The other man spoke softly.

"In fact, many truths, if they are simply spoken by others, they will always not feel deeply, or they will be repulsed."

"So I won't deliberately guide and educate you on how to do it, but just show you the shocking scenes in history again."

"The more you see and the more you know, the more you can understand the reasons for the formation of all the current situations, and the truth hidden under the complex appearance."

"In today's era, those famous witches of the second and third ages are long gone, and the power of the individual is far less powerful than the group, if you aspire to become a singer, you will inevitably face a choice in the future."

"What do you want to bring to everyone, or what do you want to achieve?"

"Purposeless, emotionless singing is just noise, and you will eventually face a choice, choose where you want to go, and where you lead everyone forward."

"You once asked me why the teacher is so powerful, but he has been living in seclusion, it is because my time is over, and although I am still alive, it is no longer suitable to continue to interfere in the current world."

"A new generation replaces the old, if you keep holding on to it, you will only become a disgusting old woman." There was a hint of nostalgia in the ghost woman's eyes, as if the sentence was not hers, but a retelling of a friend's words.

My Choice...... Heshia sighed.

To be honest, although she is dissatisfied with the current federation and society, if she really wants her to change, she feels too arrogant, at least until she becomes an adult and slowly has more knowledge and grasp of this society.

"I don't know, just like I don't know what I'm going to eat tomorrow or what fish I'm going to catch, I know that everyone expects a lot from me, but at the moment, I'm not suitable to speak in vain."

Heshia shook her head, although she gradually understood the strength of her talent, it was still too difficult for her to carry all this at the age of 16.

You may take a lot of detours and make a lot of mistakes before you slowly find the right direction.

She is not a confident child, and her past experience has already taught her not to speak lightly, just do things seriously.

Looking at her appearance, the ghost woman also smiled, "Okay, teacher, I will wait for you patiently, if you accidentally die one day, you can also be resurrected as a ghost and continue walking." ”

"Ah, that's pitiful." Heshia covered her head.

(End of chapter)