At night, Heshia was walking on a deserted mountain road, and the night wind blew.
She had already finished her lessons during the day and had plenty of time today. She wanted to meet that special 'teacher'.
Although the road was very dark at night, this did not trouble her. The senses that came with her job allowed her to easily avoid stones and shuttle through the grass full of insects.
This is it. When she came to a cliff, she jumped down lightly. Then a faint white light appeared on the surface of her body, her body became light, and she finally landed on the edge of the mist-filled lake.
She took a few steps forward, jumped up lightly, and ice flowers appeared on the edge of the lake. Then she stepped on them easily and approached the center of the lake.
But there is no small iceberg in the lake today, which means that the 'teacher' should be sleeping at the moment.
Recently, Heshia has become familiar with the ghost woman's lifestyle. She thought for a moment, stretched out her hand, and then a small vortex formed in the lake water, because she did not have the ability to manipulate water flow, which relied on a universal formula to manipulate liquids. The method is not very efficient, but it is enough for this moment.
Some ice cubes formed in the water, collided with each other in the vortex, and made a clear sound in the water, like some kind of wind chimes or bells.
Soon after, ice-blue light bloomed from the bottom of the lake, and then the ghost woman surfaced, and a small island made of ice emerged.
"Hessia is here." Her skin was as white as the dress on her body, and the gorgeous pleated dress like a shadow fluttered in the night, emitting a faint light.
"It's disturbing the teacher's rest." Hesia nodded.
"It's okay. It wouldn't be good if you were stupid enough to wait outside." She shook her head. This was just a short sleep, and she could wake up at any time.
After saying this, she looked at Hesia with a slightly curious look.
"You seem to have received some training recently, and your behavior is a little different from before."
"Well, it's etiquette-related training."
"Well, I can see that even though thousands of years have passed, some things in human beings have not changed."
"These things, well, they don't matter." In her opinion, they are dispensable, but she also understands that Heshia is not very powerful at the moment and cannot make everyone recognize her. This kind of training is indeed That's all there are to it.
"Come here." After saying that, she waved to Heshia to come closer.
Then, the slightly cold hand held Hesia's wrist and brought her into the lake again.
The cold lake water washed over her body, and there was a gurgling sound next to her ears. Then a white light appeared in front of her eyes, and Heshia once again saw a completely different world.
The sky seems to be burning, and there are falling flames everywhere. This is a battlefield of unknown year and season.
The elves soared in the sky on fiery red birds, their bright red feathers fluttering against the sunset, and flames continued to fall from the sky. The whole world seemed to be doomed, with burning ruins, wailing corpses, and fractures everywhere. flag and sword.
Fighting against the elves are terrifying opponents, skeletons pushing steel chariots forward on the battlefield.
A huge crossbow was mounted on the chariot, and the twisted and bloody monster turned the winding machine to wind it up. Then the crossbow arrows flew through the sky, shooting down the elves and birds.
On the earth, elven knights wearing silver glyph armors lined up amidst the sound of horns. Their sharp scimitars reflected the burning sky. They were silent. They stepped onto the hill in groups, and then raised their long scimitars high and drove them. The forest horned deer charges down.
The scimitar was swaying like silver snow and was extremely sharp. Even the chariots lined up to respond to the enemy were sliced open by the long sword, and flesh monsters and skeletons were cut down one by one.
The loose array of skeletons was like dead wood, trampled and crushed by the army wielding the silver blade. Like the silver crescent, they washed across the dark ground, smashing rows of skeletons and monsters to pieces.
However, such a heroic and fearless charge could not change the situation of the battle, because in front of them was an endless sea of millions of corpses and bones stretching to the horizon.
Wisteria crescent flags were raised high on the dark ground, and the sound of wailing was heard in the sky. Ghosts like dark clouds approached from the horizon, their faces distorted and wailing. The harsh sound made it difficult to sleep.
Facing the falling flames, these ghosts rushed towards the elves who were riding red-feathered birds in the sky. Then corpses and feathers fell from the sky one after another, and countless corpses and burning flames were added to the earth.
The living wielded their swords to kill, and 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 feud and sacrificed countless lives for victory.
One after another, the exhausted elf knights were torn off the forest deer, and then fell into 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 regain their strength.
One side of the battlefield gradually faded away, while the sea of corpses and bones continued to advance. They were tireless, climbing over mountains and ridges, heading towards the distant mountains, where there was a vague outline of a giant tree.
Soon after, wizards dressed in black came to the battlefield where they had just fought. They waved their staffs and chanted desolate spells. Then the elf knights who had died before stood up again. They took up the incomplete cutting blades and rode again. Get on the horse that is spliced with corpses and flesh, and then move forward.
In a constant cycle of war, death, and resurrection, this thousands-mile-long army of death climbed over many mountains and kept moving toward the giant tree until the end of the world, until everything was destroyed, whether it was the enemy or oneself.
Everything around her began to glow with white light again, and everything began to become blurry. In the end, Hesia only remembered the wisteria crescent moon flag fluttering under the burning sky.
It was a long time before she woke up from that cruel and epic war.
Leaning against the small iceberg, she stood up holding on to the ice.
"What was the scene like just now?" She wanted to know in what era the war she saw took place, what it was for, who were the two sides, why those silver-haired elves were different from today's elves, etc. .
"Those just now are the past events of the Second Era." The ghost woman sat on the iceberg throne, supporting her head with one hand, explaining to Heshia.
"Now in your textbooks, that era is only briefly mentioned. It only tells the story of the rise of the Mercury Dynasty by humans and the slow end of the elves. However, no one cares about the specific brutal killings."
"That's it." Heshia turned and continued to look at the ghost woman. She understood that the teacher was not just letting her watch the horror of the battle.
"Very smart, Hesia." The other party said softly.
"Actually, many truths, if explained simply by others, would not be deeply appreciated or would be rejected."
"So I will not deliberately guide and educate you on how to do it. I will just show you the shocking scenes in history again."
"The more you see and the more you know, the more you will understand the reasons for the current situation and the reality hidden under the complicated appearance."
"In today's era, those famous witches from the Second and Third Era no longer exist. The power of an individual is far less powerful than that of a group. If you aspire 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."
"Singing without purpose and emotion is just noise. You will eventually face a choice, choose the direction you want to move forward, and the direction you lead everyone in."
"You once asked me why the teacher is so powerful but has always lived in seclusion. That's because my era has ended. Although I am still alive, I am no longer suitable to continue to interfere in the current world."
"A new generation replaces an old one. If you keep holding on to it, you will only become a disgusting old woman." There was a little nostalgia in the eyes of the ghost woman, as if this sentence was not said by her but a retelling of a friend. Discourse.
My choice... Hesia sighed.
To be honest, although she is dissatisfied with the current federation and society, if she really wants to change it, she still feels too arrogant. At least wait until she is an adult and slowly gains more knowledge and understanding 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 everyone has high expectations of me, but at the moment I am not suitable to speak in vain."
Heshia shook her head. Although she gradually understood the power of her own talent, it was still too difficult for her to bear all this when she was only 16 years old.
You may take many detours and make many mistakes before you slowly find the right direction.
She is not a confident child. Her past experiences have already taught her not to talk lightly and just do things seriously.
Seeing her like this, the ghost woman actually smiled and said, "It's okay, teacher, I will wait patiently for you. If you accidentally die one day, I can resurrect you as a ghost and keep going."
"Ah, that would be too pitiful." Hesia covered her head.
(End of chapter)
