Nandi came to the "Missile Queen" to learn the arcane arts, and she understood faster than anyone else that it was no surprise that the legendary mage had incredible abilities.
"Teacher, the effect of your 'Charming Aura' is so strong that I can't help but think wildly." Nandi approached with a light step, found a comb with familiarity, and combed Mephiseth's hair.
"I won't let others come up with things out of thin air that they don't have in their minds. Your father is probably better at this." Mephisitis leaned on the sofa, flicking her fingers, flipping the pages of the heavy book suspended in front of her, Nandi secretly lifted it
Looking at it with eyes, I found that the pages were full of unpredictable patterns of light and shadow, and the indecipherable words actually came to life and crawled on the pages, making people unconsciously indulge in it.
"Don't look around."
Nandi's eyes were attracted by the changing words on the page, and she heard the teacher's reminder in her ears, which brought her consciousness back to reality. Nandi was so frightened that her heart pounded, and she quickly lowered her head and combed her hair for the teacher.
Mephisetis smiled and said: "This book is the diary of a warlock from a long time ago. It records his exchanges with creatures from other planes."
"Warlocks? Are they those strange spellcasters who make contracts with lords from other worlds to master magic?" Nandi asked.
Mephisetis said: "Yes, and before the arcane system was perfected, some of the ancient witchcraft casters were actually sorcerers, but everyone did not distinguish them clearly, such as witches."
"Witch?" Nandi thought of the witch Shu Rui who lived in the forest outside Evergreen City, and couldn't help but ask: "Do witches really keep in touch with the masters of other worlds? I heard that they use the magic power of the Great Source to cast spells.
"
Mephisetis flipped through the pages of the book and explained to her students: "The two are not contradictory. The sect leaders from other worlds may not be what you think. They are independent individuals living in other planes. Now part of their essence
It is inseparable from the integration with the main material plane, so it forms the great source of magic power, which is controlled by ancient witchcraft casters."
When Nandi heard this statement, she thought for a while and then asked: "Are there any magicians now?"
"There are still some, but most of the forms have changed." Mephisetis said: "Just like the dragon fire warlocks under Doragon, their bodies and souls are affected by the powerful dragon vein magic, and their appearance will even change slightly.
There are also some warlocks who worship ancient evil spirits in the Nahasa Wasteland, and there are probably some non-human races... Oh, the Sky Singer from the Tribal Alliance seems to have also trained a group of warlocks in recent years, but he
It is also classified as a spirit messenger."
"Teacher, you just mentioned...'now'? Could it be that it wasn't like this before?"
"I'm afraid it was a very, very long time ago." Mephistis waved her finger, and the book with activated text automatically closed. The cover was sewn from the leather of several creatures, with centipede-like stitching.
The line is crooked and twisted, and an evil force lingers in it, deep and difficult to fathom.
"Teacher, are you going to give me a history lesson?" Nandi asked cheerfully.
"Little Nandi, you grew up in Evergreen City, so you should know that there is an ancient giant ruin near your home, right?" Mephisetis asked.
"I know, but my father doesn't allow us to get close. There is a magic circle set up by him nearby, and there are invisible star messengers who are always on guard." Nandi nodded.
Mephisitis smiled and said: "Then you should have heard that the ancient giants built so many ruins to perform a ritual called 'Ascending the Ladder', right?"
Seeing Nandi nod, Mephisitis continued: "The impact of this ceremony is not just the New World, but spread to various planes and spaces. Different planes that were originally scattered far away were affected by the vastness of this ceremony.
The force pulls them together, just like throwing fruits, vegetables, poultry, and seafood into a pot to stew."
Nandi felt like she was listening to a fairy tale and asked: "Are the ancient giants really so powerful? There should be native creatures in those planes and spaces, right? Are they the lords of other worlds who have made a contract with the magician? Are they still there?
Can’t deal with the ancient giants?”
Mephisetis laughed out loud: "A frost subspecies among the ancient giants. In order to protect itself, he did not hesitate to mix in the blood of trolls and snowmen to forcibly degrade himself. Such an existence requires two Eyes of Mystery.
Only the legendary mage and the entire iridescent city can work together to defeat him. A true ancient giant, who can control magic as easily as breathing. Contemporary spellcasters can hardly compare with it."
This was the first time Nandi heard these words. In her mind, her father was already unmatched by others. Only figures like the "Missile Queen" could compare with him. But even the teacher had such a high opinion of the ancient giants.
, why did this ancient race perish?
"In other words, those plane spaces that were originally separated from the main material plane were pulled together by the 'ascending ladder' of the ancient giants. The plane characteristics merged with the main material plane, so ancient witchcraft casters can contact them.
The great source of magic power?" Nandi asked.
"You understand it very quickly." Mephisetis nodded slightly approvingly: "But this is only part of it, after all, there are also plane entities that are being pulled."
When Nandi heard the teacher's praise, she felt secretly happy, so she asked: "The entity of the plane? It's like using 'Transportation', but it pulls other planes into the main material plane? This...
Can it be done? And if the plane entity is transferred, wouldn't it be equivalent to moving an entire continent?"
"Who knows? Maybe the ancient giants threw all these planar entities into the sky."
Mephisetis raised her head with a smile and looked at the large star tracker, the sphere symbolizing the moon, which was affecting the stars and spinning endlessly.
Nandi was about to ask more questions when Mephistis stood up from the sofa. Naturally, invisible servants came over from the mage tower holding clothes. Several books were also delivered to Nandi. Her teacher said: "Here are some things about
You should read about the research on witch magic power first, and when I have time I will teach you how to use the magic power of the great source to strengthen arcane magic."
"Thank you, teacher!" Nandi was very excited. Being able to obtain such magic skills meant that her status in the eyes of the "Missile Queen" had been improved again.
Mephisitis put on a strapless mage robe and a wide-brimmed wizard hat, half-hiding her face, and said with a smile: "Okay, I have something important to do now, you go study on your own first."
Nandi bowed slightly and left the mage tower. Mephisitis, who put on the mage robe, looked at the velvet cushion brought by the invisible servant. There was a crystal ball quietly placed on it. She waved it gently, and the crystal ball disappeared.
Three-dimensional illusion light and shadow bloomed, transforming the indoor scene into a desert plateau with flying sand. Even the mage's robe really swayed in the wind, as if he had been transported to another area with a completely different scenery.
Mephisitis picked up a delicate scepter and flicked it. A round table that looked like an aristocratic afternoon tea appeared in front of her, with a variety of exquisite pastries placed on it. The strong wind was raging around her and flying sand was flying around.
, but the round table was not stained with any dust.
At this time, an energetic old man with a white beard came over. He was wearing a clean and simple white mage robe, holding a golden tube to restrain his beard in his hand. He looked most in line with the image of an "elderly wise man" in the public mind.
"I didn't expect that the 'Queen of Missiles' actually came to visit in person. Unfortunately, the scenery here is not good, which disappointed the Queen." Shadovan came to the round table, and a chair naturally appeared under him, and he moved around curiously.
Look.
This kind of realism and illusion, it is unclear whether it is an illusion or a spell, and the magic that brings the two parties thousands of miles apart to communicate is beyond the understanding of most mages.
"Old bookworm, you are already old, and you are still personally taking risks in the ruins of the Kingdom of Esdrael. You have so many students, why don't you come to help you?" Mephisetis smiled and mentioned an exquisitely carved tin kettle.
, pouring a cup of tea as if greeting an old friend: "This is the Fenser sprout from the Elf Kingdom. It can eliminate toxins and relieve stress. Do you want to try it?"
"It's amazing. Fenser sprouts are now very expensive. The Queen can get it, which means that you have also arranged capable people in the Elf Kingdom." Shadowan took a sip of tea, and then picked up a piece from the silver plate.
Tasting the pastry: "Oh? Is this the apple pie from the pastry shop in the small town of Medley?"
"You actually know that kind of small place, small shop?" Mephisitis asked.
Shadowan smiled cheerfully and said: "I have lived for hundreds of years, so I don't necessarily have to hide in the mage tower all the time to experiment and practice magic, right? Traveling to various places and tasting delicious food are my hobbies. But sometimes
Going back after decades or hundreds of years, it is inevitable that things and people have changed... But this pastry shop, I didn't expect it still tastes the same as in the past, it's so good!"
"Sometimes it is not a good thing to have a good memory. Watching the beautiful past gradually fade away, and new generations emerge, but they may not be able to inherit the achievements of their predecessors." Mephisetis said.
"More than a hundred years ago, I did have this kind of confusion." Shadowan wiped his mouth, took another sip of tea, looked at the surrounding yellow sand sky, and said: "But after seeing more, I gradually understood
, Times will change. There is no need to worry about whether the past is better or the future is better. People in each era face their own problems and troubles. Similarly, the achievements of each era will often fade away after years of elution.
It turns into problems and troubles for future generations.”
"As one of the most outstanding mages today, you have witnessed the evolution and development of arcana, but don't you think it is better now?" Mephisetis smiled: "Even if Mikosi is still here, maybe he will
Marvel at the prosperity of the arcane."
"Mikosi..." Shadovan showed an air of remembering his old friend in his old age, and sighed: "I don't know whether to say it's lucky or unfortunate. Mikoxi has been going around in circles all his life, and finally returned to where he should be.
Place. I wonder if he saw the battle in New Camelot City? His students were able to defeat the 'Spear of Mission'."
"Then throw down the earth element crystal block as a meteorite." Mephisetis said: "Old bookworm, you and Heseiken's laissez-faire makes me very disappointed."
"Don't stare at me. Nazarui also asked about Heseken and me at the beginning, but I clearly expressed my opposition." Shadowan's beard curled up: "On the other hand, Heseken, I suspect that he deliberately wanted to watch the fun.
. When it comes to laissez-faire, he is laissez-faire. After Mikosi’s death, the person who should be most responsible for presiding over the Eye of Mystery is Heseken, not the child Nazarui.”
Mephisetis laughed and said: "Child... if Nazareth hears these words, he will probably go crazy on the spot?"
"Don't laugh either." Shadovan knocked on the table: "If you and Sidons hadn't suddenly taken action and pushed the situation to a fever pitch, would Nazareth have used that method? Let me tell you, you were secretly behind the scenes.
Just support Prince Auger, why do you have to intervene in the war in New Camelot City?"
Mephisetis replied: "I was also involved. The 'Duke of the Heart' suddenly took action to kill Valery. He was a student of Hesseken and a capable man under Nazareth. If it hadn't been like this, Nazareth
Will Lu Yi come forward in person?"
"Don't use others as a shield." Shadovan said with a smile: "I finally understand. You are forcing the 'Duke of the Heart' to completely become hostile to the Eye of Mystery, and tie him tightly to you to act as your most important person."
A strong fighter?"
"Old bookworm, you read a lot of books, but you are not very good at dealing with people." Mephisetis shook her head and said: "Would someone like Olanso be willing to become my thug?"
"With your methods, there is no need to force orders. Share some power with him, and he will be like a little puppy, running to rub your feet and help you deal with a lot of troubles." Shadowan laughed.
Said: "Just like now, Nazarui must regard him as his biggest enemy, not you."
Mephisetis shook her head and said: "Maybe, but you forgot one thing. The person who finally decided to smash the meteorite was Olanso. Not everyone can resist this kind of natural disaster that affects the survival of countless lives. Even if they can do it,
How much does it cost to arrive?”
"Do you think Nazareth didn't expect the possibility of the crystal block being shattered?" Shadovan said suddenly.
Mephisitis said calmly: "The purple-blue sunset at dusk in the past few days is indeed quite beautiful."
"When several consecutive years of cold and frost disasters reduce farmland production, your Mutual Protection Alliance will inevitably restrict bulk grain exports. Do you think that at that time, will the Prince of Russia and Georgia still be able to maintain his independence? How much cooperation can we still have with you?"
Shadovan asked: "Nazaruis is not in a hurry to recapture the New World colonies now. As long as the people cannot bear the cold and hunger, their anger will tear each country apart.
So what if Prince Auger takes control of the floating city? Will all the people who resist be executed? Or should he just sit back and watch them escape to the Mutual Protection Alliance? At that time, Prince Auger will naturally give up his ideals and obediently kneel on the ground to welcome Nazarui back.
Don’t forget, he has plenty of time, as well as means and methods.”
"What a bad taste." Mephisitis shook her head slightly, and then asked: "What about you? Shadowan, which side will you choose to stand on in the future?"
"I won't help you, 'Missile Queen.'" Shadovan showed a serious expression: "This kind of topic is meaningless. Don't make such a useless attempt again."