Chapter 128 The Mission Carried

On At night, Heshia walked on the deserted mountain road, and the night wind blew. She

had already finished the daytime courses, and today she had plenty of time, so she was going to meet that special "teacher".

Although the road was very dark at night, it did not bother her. The perception attached to her job allowed her to easily avoid stones and shuttle through the grass full of insects.

This is it. She came to the edge of a cliff and jumped down lightly. Then a faint white light appeared on the surface of her body, and her body became light, and finally landed on the misty lake. She

walked forward a few steps and jumped up lightly. Ice flowers appeared on the lakeside, and then she stepped on them easily and approached the center of the lake.

However, there was no small iceberg in the lake today, which meant that the "teacher" should be dormant at this moment.

Recently, Heshia has been familiar with the lifestyle of the ghost woman. She thought about it, stretched out her hand, and then a small vortex formed in the lake. Because she did not have the ability to manipulate water flow, this method of manipulating liquids by relying on general formulas was not very efficient, but it was enough for now.

Some ice cubes formed in the water, colliding with each other in the vortex, making a clear sound in the water, like some kind of wind chimes or bells.

Soon after, an icy blue light bloomed at the bottom of the lake, and then the ghost woman surfaced, and a small ice island emerged.

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

"Sorry to disturb the teacher's rest." Heshia nodded.

"It's okay, it would be bad if you were stupid enough to wait outside." She shook her head. This was just a short hibernation and she could wake up at any time.

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

"You seem to have received some training recently, and your behavior is a little different from before."

"Uh, it's etiquette training."

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

"These things, well, it doesn't matter." In her opinion, they are dispensable, but she also understands that Heshia is not strong at present and cannot make everyone recognize her. This kind of training is indeed beneficial.

"Come here." After saying that, she waved her hand and asked Heshia to come closer.

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

The cold lake water washed over her body, and a gurgling sound came from her ears. Then a white light appeared in front of her eyes, and Heshia saw a completely different world again.

The sky seemed to be burning, and there were falling flames everywhere. This was a battlefield of unknown year and season.

The elves rode on fiery red birds and soared in the sky. Their bright red feathers fluttered in the sunset. Flames kept falling from the sky. The whole world seemed like the end of the world. There were burning ruins, wailing corpses, broken flags and long swords everywhere.

The elves were fighting against terrifying opponents. Skeletons pushed steel chariots forward on the battlefield.

The chariots were equipped with giant crossbows. The twisted and bloody monsters turned the winch to wind the strings. Then the crossbows flew through the sky and shot down the elves and birds.

On the ground, the elven knights in silver carved armor lined up to the sound of the horn. The bright scimitars reflected the burning sky. They were silent, and teams stepped onto the hills, then raised their long scimitars and charged down on the forest horn deer.

The scimitars were as sharp as silver snow. Even the chariots that were lined up to meet the enemy were cut open by the long swords. One by one, the flesh monsters and skeletons were chopped down.

The loose array of skeletons was like dead wood, trampled and crushed by the army wielding silver blades. They were like silver crescents, sweeping across the dark land, slashing rows of skeletons and monsters into pieces.

However, such a brave and fearless charge could not change the situation, because in front of them was an endless sea of ​​millions of corpses stretching to the horizon.

Wisteria crescent flags were raised high on the dark land, and then there were cries in the sky. Ghosts like dark clouds approached from the horizon, their faces distorted and wailing, and the harsh sound made it difficult for people to fall asleep.

These ghosts faced the falling flames and rushed towards the elves in the sky who were riding red-feathered birds. Then, corpses and feathers fell from the sky, and countless corpses and burning flames were added to the earth.

The living wielded their swords and fought, the dead walked in the flames. There was no surrender, no escape, and no room for compromise. Both sides had already been filled with blood feuds and had sacrificed countless lives for victory.

Exhausted elven knights were torn off the forest deer, and then fell in the sea of ​​rusty swords and bones. The situation gradually turned to one side, and the elves had to retreat temporarily in order to regroup and restore their strength.

One side on the battlefield gradually faded, and the sea of ​​corpses and bones continued to advance. They were tireless, crossing mountains and ridges, and moving towards the distant mountains, where there was a faint outline of a giant tree.

Not long after, wizards in black came to the battlefield where they had just fought. They waved their staffs and chanted desolate spells. Then the elven knights who had died before stood up again, holding the broken blades, and rode on the horses made of corpses and flesh again, and then moved forward.

War, death, resurrection, and so on continued in a cycle. This army of death that stretched for thousands of miles, crossed over mountains and continued to move towards the giant tree until the end of the world, until everything was destroyed, whether it was the enemy or themselves.

Everything around her was once again covered in white light, and everything began to become blurry. The last thing Heshiya remembered was the wisteria crescent flag fluttering under the burning sky.

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

Leaning against the small iceberg, she stood up with the help of the ice.

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

"What just happened was the past of the Second Age." The ghost woman sat on the iceberg throne, supporting her head with one hand, and explained to Heshiya.

"Now in your textbooks, that era is only mentioned briefly, and it only tells about the rise of the Mercury Dynasty by humans, and the elves slowly falling. As for how tragic the fight was, perhaps no one cares anymore." "

That's right." Heshia turned and continued to look at the ghost woman. She understood that this teacher was not just letting her watch the tragic extent of the war.

"Very smart, Heshia." The other party spoke softly.

"In fact, many truths, if simply explained by others, will always be not deeply touched, or will be rejected."

"So I will not deliberately guide and educate you on how to do it, but will show you the shocking scenes in history again."

"As you see more and more, and know more and more, you will understand more and more the reasons for the formation of all the current situations, and the truth hidden under the complicated appearances."

"In today's era, those witches who were famous in the Second and Third Ages no longer exist. The power of an individual is far less powerful than that of a group. If you are determined to become a singer, you will inevitably face choices in the future."

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

"Aimless, emotionless singing is just noise. You will eventually face choices, choose your own direction, and the direction to lead everyone forward."

"You once asked me why the teacher is so powerful, but has been in seclusion. That's because my era has ended. Although I am still alive, it is no longer suitable for me to continue to interfere in the current world."

"A new generation replaces the old one. 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 she was not saying this but repeating the words of a friend.

My choice... Heshia sighed.

To be honest, although she was not satisfied with the current federation and society, if she really wanted to change it, she felt too arrogant. At least wait until she is an adult and slowly has more knowledge and grasp of this society.

"I don't know, just like I don't know what I will eat tomorrow or what fish I will catch. I know that everyone has high expectations of me, but I am not suitable for speaking in vain at the moment."

Heshia shook her head. Although she gradually understood the power of her own talents, it was still too difficult for her, who was only 16 years old, to bear all this.

Maybe she will take many detours and make many mistakes before she can slowly find the right direction.

She is not a confident child. Past experiences have long taught her not to speak lightly and just do things seriously.

Seeing her like this, the ghost girl smiled and said, "Yes, teacher, I will wait for you patiently. If you die accidentally one day, I can revive you as a ghost and continue to move forward."

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

(End of this chapter)