Minerva passed through the unprepared city wall, and the barriers that should have existed on weekdays had long disappeared without a trace. The Pegasus Knight who should have patrolled the air was also without a trace. The first line of defense in Silver Moon City seemed to have been completely forgotten by the elves.
The city near the wall was empty, as if no elves had lived here. If Minerva had not seen the corpses of several elves in the dark corner, she would even think she was exploring a ruin that had been covered for many years.
Big trouble, big problem, Minerva realized almost the first time that the situation in Silver Moon City was different from what she had expected before.
The urban lighting system that has been operating for hundreds of years has completely failed. In Minerva's memory for more than two hundred years, this situation only happened twice when the Mikaku magic array was self-tested. The Mikaku magic array was shut down and self-tested once a century, each time for twenty-four hours.
Now, the city where Minerva is located is dark, and for some reason she has been restless, and she has the urge to release by hurting others.
Minerva put on the wisdom headband given to her by her father. This headband can ensure that she thinks in an absolutely rational state. This is her coming-of-age gift.
As one of the few spellcasters in Silver Moon City who are qualified to go out to archaeological relics, Minerva often encounters various spiritual hints and special environments that amplify negative emotions. This headband has saved her life more than once.
The more Minerva walked towards the center of the city, the more frightened they became. The elves hiding in the darkness 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 elves were.
Her destination is the Higher School of Magic, and she needs the joint authorization of the Dean of the School of Magic and the Consul of Kelthus to terminate the ignition process of the 'Well of Eternity' in a remote control room.
But Minerva is now pessimistic about this. Silver Moon City has turned into a battlefield, and all the elves are fighting each other, and even the mysterious lock magic circle has stopped operating, but no one has stood up to stop all this.
Those big guys are either dead or encountering more serious problems. No matter which one is bad news for Minerva.
Moreover, as a genius, Minerva knows the fertility curve of the elves very well. If the number of corpses she saw on the road was in line with the average number of casualties in Silver Moon City, the elves in Silver Moon City might never be able to recover from the number before the disaster.
A more pessimistic view is that the time when the elves of Silver Moon City were extinct, after this battle, was at least five hundred years ahead of schedule.
Every time she thinks of those data, Minerva feels fear from the heart. She once imagined whether the increasingly low fertility rate of the elves originated from the unknown curse of the witch kings in the New World. After all, when the witch kings joined forces to curse the Green Skin race, even the gods compromised with them.
In this regard, the Witch King has both this ability and a similar criminal record.
Minerva once proposed to the consul that Silver Moon City could accept mixed-race elves, but it was eventually rejected by all senior officials, including his father.
Not many people could block a high-level spellcaster who was determined to run away. Soon Minerva approached the Mage Avenue and saw the gate of the Higher Magic Academy.
The air was filled with boiling magic energy, indicating that someone had released powerful spells here not long ago, and the destroyed buildings on the ground also confirmed this.
The only thing that can make Minerva feel at ease is that the protective array of the Advanced Magic Academy is still open, and the lighting system here is still working.
With his identity, Minerva easily passed through the repulsive power array that the Demon Hunter could not pass through before and entered the interior of the Advanced Magic Academy.
It's a mess.
The mage apprentice, who still maintained a terrified expression, was frozen in the ice forever, and blood was everywhere. Suspicious blood handprints filled the entire corridor. The once neat hall was turned into ruins. The statue that originally symbolized the status of the elf caster here was pushed down and turned into three sections.
"Is Minerva Justinian you?" A voice rang carefully in a classroom behind the ruins.
Minerva released a protective spell on himself cautiously. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a familiar elf, but Minerva couldn't remember where he had seen him.
"Don't you remember me? I'm Utgard. We were in the same class when we were in school, but you haven't come back since you left the academy. We haven't seen each other for almost sixty years." A wounded elf covered the wound on his abdomen and waved to Minerva with his other hand: "Come here quickly, everyone in the academy is crazy. Now they greet everyone with fireball skills. Don't let them see you!"
With Utgard's words, a shy but hardworking elf image was gradually remembered by Minerva, and what followed was the memory of the fulfilling and happy school days.
"Don't listen to his Minerva!" Another voice appeared behind Minerva: "Think about your memory carefully, has there really been an elf named Utgard?"
Minerva suddenly turned around, jumped to the other side with a flexible movement, and confronted the two voices in a triangle shape: "Who are you?"
"I am... Forget it, here is covered by enemy magic. Even if I say my name, you can't remember me." The latecomer was an elf wearing a spellcaster robe but holding a sharp sword: "Our memories have been tampered with. The elf who calls himself Utgard in front of you has killed seven or eight elves with similar means. You can't believe me, but you must be vigilant. All the elves in the academy cannot believe it."
"No matter what purpose you are here, don't put your hope on others, you can only believe in yourself." When the sword-holding elf spoke, the elf who claimed to be Utgard had disappeared without a trace.
The sword-holding elf also remained vigilant, and stepped back step by step towards Minerva, retreating back from the corner of his life: "Believe in yourself, Minerva, the fate of the Well of Eternity is in your hands."
"Who are you! How do you know my project in the Well of Eternity!" Minerva suddenly released a colorful light, trying to keep the elf, but the other party turned around with a dexterous turn and disappeared around the corner.
The two elves suddenly appeared in front of Minerva and disappeared suddenly, as if they had never existed before. At the same time, their appearance became blurred in Minerva's memory.
Chapter completed!