There are three things I hate in life. NTR, night mission and the last is a big secret.

Well, currently, we are on a night mission.

"Bow."

"Here."

"Arrows."

"Here."

"Sword."

"Here."

Suddenly, while we were getting ready, Aradon pauses and looks over to me.

"Why aren't you preparing?"

"I ain't going. Nuh uh. I just come back. Technically, I am still on vacation. There is no way I'm going over to ground zero and meet whatever cause that explosion."

I am not as high-spec as certain main character spec elf. I remember my early life as an elf. I live idly until I was 30, frolicking around eating fruit and watching time go by without growing old or growing up. Until I joined the military, I live life with no direction or goals in life.

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I ended up going. No. Goddamnit.

It was order from the higher up. For some reason, I am too considered an elite among the recruit with great potential.

This was because of something that happened before I regained my memories. I really should have regained my memories right before then so I don't get myself into this situation.

When I was 31, I met Aradon for the first time. At that time, I didn't have my memories back, and didn't know about his big damn (simp) hero status and penchant for trouble.

We went to the forest to hunt and forage.

An elf's diet consists of salad and fruits. We also have some killer spices. However, ever since we join the ranger corp, a recruit's diet includes meat. It is supposed to build stamina as well as acting as diet training. Rangers are expected to act as lonewolf or small units, sometime they have to stay in a foreign land for a long period of time. An elf's stomach is ill-suited for human and dwarve's meat heavy diet. And so they train recruit since the day they join.

Anyway, during a simple hunt you see, we came across an orc camp, hidden in the forest of the elves.

There was signs of military movement, somehow the orcs were acting under someone's order. I advised retreating, getting the information back and coming back with reinforcement.

However, not Aradon you see.

Aradon is a hero (simp). During that day, princess Aelene was overseeing the recruit, so Aradon insisted that we stayed and fight.

But you would ask, but Andarel, that is a camp of 100 orcs, and there are only 2 of you, isn't that suicide?

Not for Aradon, not for him you see.

Somehow we ended up lost in the forest for three days, with Aradon insisting on staying. We sniped them from the tree, with Aradon killing most of them while I acted as a spotter.

After that, we came back as heroes, with the lowercase 'h'.

And that day, that day was when the trouble began.

For some reason, people saw that as proof of me being an elite warrior, head and shoulder above the rest. And the misunderstanding was never solved with how Aradon acted in public.

"How was Andarel's performance in battle?"

"Hmm? Andarel... Andarel you see, he is a man with a mind as sharp as the end of his bow. I still have much to learn. Hmm... the world out there is truly large... hmm."

Ever since that, I never managed to get out of these kind of situation.

And currently, I am being sent to ground zero, with my friend, the simp (hero).

"Ready your bow buddy?" I ask.

"Just tell me whenever you need me."

"So, with that kind of explosion, unless the human and dwarves have betrayed us and brought their war machine here, this is most likely the work of a mage. And since there are no sign of giant machinery, I would go with the latter."

Well, while I moan about being a soldier in the elven army, at least I am not a human, or a dwarf. It would truly suck in the future being an infantry in those armies.

Currently, the human kingdom with the help of the dwarves are undergoing a technological revolution. When artillery are invented...

Well, I am glad I did not reincarnated as a human soldier in the new age of war.

I really don't want to be digging trench.

"I see, so how should we approach this situation." Aradon asks

"With utmost stealth if possible."

As proven with Aradon's brother of all things... Well, the future can be changed.

In the future, after corrupting the human-dwarves alliance from within and then conquering it, the big bad villainous protagonist of the fourth game marches down to our kingdom of Hafthor. Since the elven empire of the future didn't expect war to come from their allies, the force at the border was thin and could not resist.

That is when Aradon's older brother, the greatest archmage of the elves come to confront the villain protagonist, the dark wizard Rudolf, the greatest magic user of the the human race in a bid to settle things right then and there in a a righteous duel between the greatest practitioners of magic the world has ever seen.

However, the fourth game is Rudolf's game and there was no way he could lose. By all right, Tesserast Gaethlock, Aradon's brother, the greatest archmage of the elves would have won that duel. However, he did not have a duel but an assassination.

When they come to meet eachother, Rudolf brought with him a handmaid.

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The handmaid is the greatest assassin under Rudolf's employ and has brought him many victories. Illusion is only the name Rudolf created for her, in truth she has lost her real name a long time ago.

When Tesseract Gaethlock was expecting a duel, Rudolf was arranging an assassination. The dark wizard Rudolf knows he can't beat the greatest archmage of the elves in a one on one duel. He can't beat him with his army without suffering tremendous loss either. However, an unseen knife trumps over the greatest elven archmage.

"That is the weakness of mage. They have power, too much power. However, if they don't even know you exist, they can't kill you before you kill them, and that's it."

"I see. We should use the alley then."

"There is a high building near the western barrack. I have been to that place many times before, I will guide you."

"Alright then. Hood up."

We both wear matching outfit, night camouflage. With neigh a word, we run through the alley of the capital city.

When we arrive at the location, I kick the door open.

The building is a trading hall. It serves as the headquarter and status of symbol for a human merchant guild stationed at the capital city of the elves.

At this time, after the explosion, many are awake.

"Andarel?"

I put my hand on my lips, gesturing the inhabitant to stay silent.

"We are going to the roof." Aradon says.

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When we get to the roof, both of us stay close to the ground while looking at the location of the western barrack.

Between the commercial area and the barrack, there is a distance of 1 kilometer, I can only put my trust in Aradon.

With smooth motions, I open my pocket to take out my tool of the trade.

I take out a piece of empty paper. Slowly, the paper fill up with the location we are currently at. It is a magic map that do not reveal the location of the enemies that is a secret of the elven military, however, knowing about the terrain is enough of an advantage.

"The walls of the barrack are down, there are no obstacle or hiding spot. Rogues are most likely at 1 o'clock. It's your turn."

My vision is not as good as Aradon, however, I am an elf, my vision is like 50/20. I can see one person flying up in the air. She flies above ground zero of the explosion. Most likely, she is the one. The situation hasn't calmed down yet, so all unknown in the area is automatic assumed to be hostile.

Especially if it is a mage that can cause unknown damage.

"Shoot to kill." I say

Aradon takes aim, he lets loose the arrow, however, for a moment, his eyebrows suddenly raise. The arrow was already flying.

At that time, only did I notice.

The shadow was not of one person. From the shadow, 3 more step out. I can't see their face, however from their clothes, they are all mages.

"Change of plan. Operation arrow rain."

Indeed, one of Aradon's future skill is arrow rain. The general of the elf take out a bow, he draws the string and then cover the sky with arrows and cut down almost all unarmored and lightly armored combatant of the opposing army.

Of course Aradon has not reached that level yet currently. However, it is do or die now. If there is one mage, one arrow is enough. However, the scenario would be different with multiple mages. If we can't achieve a miracle, we are dying now.

I throw Aradon my quiver because his quiver alone is not enough.

We are aiming to kill the first, and then while the other three are still surprised, kill them too before they could react.

However, as the first arrow reaches it destination, suddenly, the enemy mage turns directly toward us and look at us dead in the eyes. With a hand, that person snaps the arrow out of the air.

"It's do or die. Go go go go." I urge, while panickingly pull my cloak above my head.

Aradon draws.

And then he snaps.

Aradon abandons stealth and stands up so that he is in the correct position. The snapping sound in the air was rapid and sharp. Hundreds of arrows hurl toward the four mage combatants, promising pointy dead. Even if one is stopped, the rest would go through.

However, in front of our eyes, one of the mage step forward. A sphere makes of purple energy manifested in front of our eyes covering all the mages present.

The arrows hit ineffectively on the shield, arrow that can pierce elven full armor was ineffective.

Seeing that, I sit down and look over my buddy.

"And that's why I don't like fighting mage."

It's done. We are doomed.

Suddenly, I heard a strange sound. It sounds like teleki-li for some strange reason. From the position of the mages, a strange elongated bolt of exotic energy appears, it whizzes through the air in spiral pattern with extreme speed.

Aradon for his part hasn't given up, he took his bow and tries shooting down the tracking energy bolt while I stay on the ground watching the whole situation

Suddenly, Aradon starts shaking uncharacteristically as the bolt approaches us. I can swear I hear the future hero of the elves uttering

"M-mommy?"

Dude, you still call your mother mommy?