Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 76 - 76 76 Lost City

76: Chapter 76 Lost City 76: Chapter 76 Lost City The crevice was much deeper than it appeared on the surface; it took a long time for numerous Pamir students to reach the bottom.

Anvis dispelled the magic power protecting his hair, gestured, and habitually added a low-level Dark Vision to himself, silently observing the surrounding environment.

Due to their lack of experience, several students’ hairstyles were changed by the strong wind in the crevice, appearing very elegant and free.

At the bottom of the crevice, there existed a massive dark space, many areas showing clear signs of having been opened up.

Ahead in the distance, a huge black shadow stretched out into the depths of the space, dull and oppressive.

When everyone had landed, Nancy gently waved her hand.

The light ball floating above her head flew high into the sky, then emitted a dazzling white light as bright as the sun.

The darkness around unwillingly retreated under the force of this light, and the ancient city ruins, lying dormant in the darkness for countless ages resembling the beasts from the Cold Nether Era, finally revealed a collapsed corner to the people present.

Statues inscribed with hymns were eroded over the years, beautiful towers turned into piles of rubble.

Gorgeous buildings and gardens displayed signs of collapse and destruction everywhere, with only broken walls stubbornly standing.

Today, from millions of years later, the light once again illuminated this once flourishing Lost City.

“This is a new discovery by the Explorers of the academy, a remnant of a High Elf city abandoned after a war in the Ancient Era.

The Explorers have already briefly cleaned the area, and there is basically no danger left.”

“However, I want you to remember one thing.”

Saying that, the young female Mentor holding a Magic Book turned around, her stern black eyes behind glasses fixating on the people.

“The most fatal factor in the ruins is not any traps or dangers, but complacency and negligence stemming from within oneself!”

After speaking, Nancy took the lead, guiding everyone slowly into the city ruins through the main city gate.

“Pay attention to those streamline patterns and inscriptions on the buildings, as well as the carved decorative structures and towering domes.

This is a very typical style from the early Golden Age.

At that time, the main living areas of the High Elves were not yet in the Sky City…”

While walking along the central avenue, Nancy released marking spells, prominently marking various parts of the ruins that needed attention and remembering, parts that most typified the characteristics of the High Elf style.

The High Elves lived millions of years ago during the Golden Age in the Ancient Era and were one of the rulers of the continent then.

Every ordinary High Elf could naturally reach the Fourth Rank upon adulthood.

This might not seem comparable to the various legendary races that roamed the continent at the time, such as Giant Dragons and Titans, who could automatically reach the Seventh Rank upon adulthood.

But the true strength of the High Elves lay in their unmatched Magic Talent and Magic Affinity.

As the favored children of magic, their study of magic power reached unparalleled heights.

One terrifying Superposition Magic after another was created and controlled by them, and in that era dominated by legendary creatures, they developed a brilliantly splendid magic civilization.

The ultimate magical creation—the Sky City—was a product of the High Elves’ craftsmanship.

.….….

“See those inscribed lines on the buildings?

You can get closer, observe carefully, look at the details, touch the surface, knock on a piece to analyze its material, use spiritual power to test its magic properties, etc.

“Don’t worry about damaging them, this is part of the learning process.

Use any method you have mastered to explore as much as possible their characteristics…”

“Boom—Crash—”

It seemed that the arrival of the crowd had disrupted some delicate balance.

Before Nancy could finish speaking, a building by the roadside collapsed with a thunderous crash.

The students hurriedly dodged the billowing dust, leading to a moment of chaos on the scene.

“Be careful, these ancient buildings are extremely fragile and may collapse with the slightest carelessness.

Always pay attention to your safety when surveying!”

Glancing at the rising dust from the collapsed ruins, Nancy seriously reminded the startled crowd, while opening a thick tome in her hand.

A ring of pale yellow Magic Power ripple swept over, and under the effect of a ground-based spell, the rising dust cloud quickly settled back down to the ground.

This minor incident quickly passed, and after applying Protection Magic on themselves, the students’ formation began to disperse slightly as each observed the unique aspects of these ancient structures.

In the crowd, under the guise of examining the walls, Anvis casually moved closer to a blond Half-Elf girl who was lagging at the end of the group.

She was carefully observing an inscription on a carving, the soft glow of the Candlelight Technique illuminating her fair and translucent side face, her golden hair concealing a cute, pointed ear peeking through.

Although many students were still grouped together, she always maintained some distance from those around her, as if deliberately isolating herself.

Anvis now was eighty percent sure that this girl was his second target.

Noticing the young man approaching, the girl subtly shifted two steps to the side.

Somewhat speechlessly, but Anvis also realized that it was still not a good time to talk to Claire.

So, he pretended to have just noticed the girl and flashed her a simple, harmless smile, nodding at her in a friendly manner.

The girl looked slightly startled, instinctively brushed her cascading golden locks behind her pointy ear, revealing a slightly uneasy expression on her beautiful, delicate cheek.

After a moment of silence, she awkwardly smiled back at Anvis.

As if not noticing the girl’s unnatural demeanor, after smiling at her, Anvis very naturally moved aside and continued inspecting the decorative patterns on the decrepit wall…

Seeing the boy with light golden tousled hair turn and leave, the girl silently breathed a sigh of relief.

What she didn’t see, however, was the odd gleam that flashed beneath Anvis’s pale silver monocle.

Approximately half a Magic Time later, the group reached the Central Square of the ruins.

Behind the square stood an artistically rich group of colossal buildings, gray and white in color, resembling both a palace and a temple.

Despite the centuries that had weathered the surfaces of the palace stones, their former majesty was still undeniable.

Behind several grand stone sculptured columns, the ancient bronze gates were already wide open, clearly showing many signs of prior entry.

Due to the exhaustion of Magic Power, the large and graceful Magic Spring originally located right in front of the building had long since dried up.

The two heavy pale silver multi-tiered fountains that were once suspended mid-air had now crashed askew into the stone sculpture’s basin, creating a massive crack at the bottom.

It’s not hard to imagine how magnificent this fountain must have been when it was filled with Magic Power.

Gathering all the students in the square, a silver-haired female Mentor stood in front of the ruined fountain facing the assembled students and began to speak calmly.