Kyrandil's biggest hobby is to stare into the mirror, which is one of his few entertainment activities. Now the content in the magic mirror makes the mage so excited that it is difficult to control himself.

Is it that girl, is her name Christina? Kayrandilmo read it again. With only thoughts, the scene in the mirror was closer so that he could see the girl's face clearly. She didn't look very similar to her mother, perhaps more like her father. Blonde hair was combed into a ponytail behind her head, and with a long breastplate sword, that heroic spirit was beyond her reach.

Don't bother her, don't invest so much affection in the substitute. The mage closed the scene, and he had something else to do. The candle was in place and only needed to light the fire. Kyrandil would not allow any mistakes to happen again.

Rising Sun City cannot withstand another catastrophe.

Seeing artificial buildings again, rather than palm trees, is undoubtedly a relief for Christina. In fact, this is not very "artificial". She has never seen or heard of humans erecting statues for elves.

Two statues of armored warriors stood up on both sides of the truth, and their dagger-like ears stretched out from the helmet with an artistic exaggeration, highlighting the wearer's race. Christina stared at the statue for a long time and lived to be over 100 years old. The poor elf girl had never seen a man of the same race. The elf was very similar to humans in all aspects, but she was much more delicate. She saw her neck soreness and failed to successfully outline her father's outline in her mind.

The statue of a warrior has the function of a city gate. The elves slipped past the feet of the statue, and their proud height was less than a marble-carved boot. Think about what kind of miracles will be waiting in the city, maybe the compatriots inside can really...

A compatriot, a word that does not mean friendly to Christina, but the straightforward Erin made her gradually forget to almost kill Lyon and cut Merlin's neck.

Holding it down, it won't work if it says it. With ridiculous superstition in mind, Christina ran into the Rising Sun City in three steps and saw the glorious afterimage of the city.

She had seen cities destroyed by war, and dead bodies and fires were the themes, and sometimes mixed with lost survivors searching for traces of their relatives. They were indifferent to the "liberators" passing by, and even if there were eye-catching elf female knights, they could not regain their enthusiasm.

This place is even more human, with no breath of life at all, as if even the brick walls that were originally lifeless were dying. These buildings may have been colorful, and some original colors could be seen between the dense vines. Christina looked around and looked around with the hilt of the sword. It was true that the city was dead, but it did not mean that there were no other surprises inside.

"Come here, child." An illusion waved to her on the corner of the street, and when she ran to her, the illusion flashed again next to the fountain without water, repeating the same words.

Christina was led by someone, and she had no other choice. No matter where she went, she didn't even see a mouse, and only the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty streets. The illusion led her to a square, which was so large that it dwarfed the capital and the imperial palace. In the center was a huge circular building, which was rare and relatively complete in the abandoned city.

Unfortunately, there was no roof, she thought while walking.

The metal gate acted as a guard, preventing the elves from going in and getting a glimpse of what was going on. She tried to push the door, as if she was pushing a wall.

"Let me do it, kid." The uninvited voice came from behind, using imperial language, and the illusion did not give the elves a warm feeling. She turned her sword and posed a posture that could immediately kill people. The man was dressed in a dress that was no different from the imperial nobles, with his long flowing golden hair and pointed ears, which was a kind of awkwardness that was indescribable.

He leaned on a wooden stick and faced the sword that could be pierced at any time, the elf smiled generously. He walked past Christina, and the latter moved immediately, with the tip of the sword always facing him. The staff clearly had the door frame, and the metal door slid silently to both sides, which meant that some buildings in the city were still under maintenance to a certain extent.

"The sesame is open?" The mage turned to Christina and smiled, "I believe humans have told you this story."

Christina didn't say a word and put the sword in the sheath. She swallowed a lot of problems. The elf girl did not have the habit of getting close to strangers. Since the other party "invited" her to come, she should explain first.

"I'm not a girl who likes to chat, huh?" The mage shrugged and took the initiative to lead the way, using the empty back to show that there is no intention of harm.

She has seen dry bones in the city. Fortunately, the soldiers are, and the armor can cover up the ugly things and leave some dignity for the owner. The corpses of civilians are not so lucky. They fall to death at home or on the streets, and the belt stuck in the pelvic bones can reflect the owner's life.

It looked like a mass grave outside, and it was completely different here. All the dead kept standing. The skeleton guards held their weapons in their original place. As for those naked, they should be civil servants. The elf mage no longer deliberately slowed down and waited for Christina to see enough. He sorted out his clothes and walked towards the stone steps in the center. On it was a unique dry bone, with a crown on his head.

"Your Majesty." The mage solemnly saluted the king who had become a skeleton.

Christina stood in the aisle, resisting not to look at the white bones on both sides of the hall.

"Wouldn't you come to see the Sun King?" The elf's expression was so sad. Christina couldn't bear to refuse him.

No, she shook her head. Even if she was not a paladin, she still retained her identity as an imperial knight and only swears allegiance to the emperor.

"Okay, Christina." The elf sighed, looked at the throne again before walking towards her. The two of them were the only living people in the Bone Court.

"You know my name." Christina was not surprised. A mage who could get into your dreams. Understanding a name is only a basic skill.

"I also know your mother." The mage stared at her face, and seemed to see nothing. He looked away, "I am Kyrandil Morning Star, the chief mage of Sunrise City."

"Oh." After being seen all over her heart by a voyeur from a dead city, Christina could only express her disdain with a cold attitude.

The game of cliché can't continue, so Kyrandil was forced to go straight to the point. He coaxed her home first before talking about it... The mage's idea of ​​hurting people with a hidden arrow.

"I heard there is a shield in the city?" Christina asked, and Kyrandil listened with interest. He was willing to answer a few questions as the price of comforting the victims.

"Can you be more specific? There are so many shields in the city." The mage smiled.

"I want to find the Mother of Earth, the shield that Terra used."
Chapter completed!