Chapter 1041

Minerva passed through the unprepared city wall. The barriers that should have existed had disappeared without a trace, and the flying horse cavalry who should patrol in the air had not been found. The first defense line of Silvermoon city seemed to have been completely forgotten by the elves.

The city near the city wall is empty. It seems that no spirit has ever lived here. If Minerva hadn't seen the bodies of several elves in the dark corner, she would have thought she was exploring a dusty site for many years.

Big trouble, big problem. Minerva realized almost immediately that the situation in Silvermoon city was different from what he had expected.

The urban lighting system, which has been running for hundreds of years, has completely failed. In Minerva's memory of more than 200 years, this kind of situation only happened twice during the self-test of the magic lock array. The magic lock array carries out self-test once every century, and each time lasts for 24 hours.

Now, Minerva's city is dark, and for some reason she's been restless and has an urge to release it by hurting others.

Minerva put on her father's wisdom head ring, which can ensure that she can think in an absolutely rational state. This is her rite of passage.

As one of the few spellcasters in Silvermoon city who are qualified to go out to archaeological sites, Minerva often encounters a special environment of various spiritual hints to magnify negative emotions. This headband has saved her life more than once.

The more Minerva went to the center of the city, the more frightened she was. The elves hiding in the dark attacked her again and again. Arrows, magic and even stones were their weapons. The corpses on the road also reminded Minerva how dangerous these living spirits were.

Her destination is the higher school of magic, and she needs the joint authorization of the dean of the academy and the Archbishop of kelthas to terminate the ignition process of the well of eternity in the remote control room.

However, Minerva is now pessimistic about this. Silvermoon city has become a battlefield. All the elves are fighting with each other. Even the magic lock array stops running, but no one stands up to stop all this.

The big names, either dead or having more serious problems, are bad news for Minerva.

And as a genius, Minerva knows the birth curve of elves. If the number of corpses she sees on the road matches the average number of casualties in Silvermoon City, the elves in Silvermoon city may never recover to the number before this disaster.

A more pessimistic view is that the extinction time of the elves in Silvermoon city was at least 500 years ahead of schedule after this battle.

Every time she thought of those data, Minerva felt a deep fear. She had imagined whether the lower fertility rate of the elves came from the unknown curse of the wizard kings of the new world. After all, when the wizard King jointly cursed the green skin, even the gods compromised with them.

In this respect, the Witch King has both this ability and similar criminal record.

Minerva had proposed to the archon that the city of Silvermoon could accept the half blood elves, but it was finally rejected by all the senior officials including his father.

Not many people could block a high-level caster who wanted to run away. Soon Minerva was close to mage's Avenue and saw the gate of the higher school of magic.

The air is filled with boiling magic energy, which indicates that some powerful magic has been released here not long ago, and the destroyed buildings on the ground also confirm this.

The only thing that reassures Minerva is that the protective phalanx of the Academy of magic is still on, and the lighting system is still working.

With her own identity, Minerva easily passed through the repulsion array that the demon hunter could not cross before, and entered the interior of the higher school of magic.

It's a mess.

The mage apprentice, who still kept his panic expression, was permanently frozen in the ice, with bloodstains everywhere. Suspicious blood fingerprints covered the whole corridor, and the once clean hall was turned into ruins. The statue originally set up here, which symbolized the status of the wizard caster, was knocked down and fell into three sections.

"Minerva Justinian, is that you?" A voice sounded cautiously in a classroom behind the ruins.

Minerva cautiously released a protective spell on himself. Looking along the direction of the sound, he saw a familiar face elf, but Minerva could not remember where he had seen him.

"Don't you remember me? I'm Utgarde. We were the same class when we were in school, but you haven't come back since you left college. We haven't seen each other for nearly 60 years A wounded spirit covered his abdominal wound and waved to Minerva with his other hand: "come here, everyone in the college is crazy. They say hello to everyone with fireball. Don't let them see you!"

With Utgarde's words, a shy but hard-working spirit image is gradually remembered by Minerva, followed by a rich and happy memory of the school age.

"Don't listen to his Minerva!" Another voice appeared behind Minerva: "think about your memory. Did a spirit named Utgarde really exist?"

Minerva turned back fiercely, jumped to the other side with flexible movements, and confronted the master of two voices in a triangle: "who are you?""I'm... Forget it, it's enveloped by the magic of the enemy. Even if I say my name, you can't remember me." Later, an elf in the robe of a caster but holding a sword: "our memories have been tampered with. The elf who calls himself Utgarde has killed seven or eight elves by similar means. You can't believe me, but you must be vigilant. All the spirits in the academy can't believe it."

"Whatever the purpose of your coming here, don't put your hope on others. You can only believe in yourself." As the swordsman spoke, the elf who claimed to be Utgarde had disappeared.

And the spirit with the sword also kept vigilance, facing Minerva step by step, retreating from the corner: "believe in yourself, Minerva, the fate of the well of eternity is in your hands."

"Who are you! How do you know about my project in the well of eternity! " Minerva suddenly released a colorful light, trying to keep the spirit, but the other party a clever turn disappeared in the corner.

The two elves suddenly appeared in front of Minerva, and suddenly disappeared, as if they had never existed. At the same time, their faces became blurred in Minerva's memory.

"Welcome to my labyrinth, elf. Have a good time."

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