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There was silence in the church.

I looked at Baron Rivendell in front of me, but a strange feeling welled up in my heart.

The archbishop walked over slowly and handed me the Ring of Oath.

I took the Ring of Oath and played with it in my hand, a small graceful flower carved on the round surface of the ring, and I gently stroked the pattern with my fingers, guessing that it was the family crest of the Rivendell family.

"My lord, do you really want to give me that Elder Scroll? And this Ring of Oath? ”

Baron Rivendell nodded seriously and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, I don't ask you to do anything for me, and I will let other inscriptionists figure out the rest of the scrolls." ”

I smiled faintly, what he meant was that I wasn't the only one in this world who could unlock the seal of the Elder Scrolls.

"In that case...... I looked at him with a smile, "I hope you will remember what you said today in the future, then I will accept this ring." ”

Joke, how could I not receive an equipment reward? And, my intuition tells me that this is a mission trigger, and whether or not to accept this ring is a matter of my choice and the direction of events.

And since the result is unpredictable, it is better to accept it calmly.

I put on the Ring of Oath, and I made up my mind not to help Baron Rivendell unlock the remaining sealed Elder Scrolls.

Baron Rivendell really did what he promised, and didn't force me.

The Elder Scrolls issue was finally over, and the five of us had lunch together in the church's cafeteria.

During the dinner, Rivendell and the archbishop chatted about Andorhar's farmland renovation plan, and I listened with my ears pricked up for a long time, and found that this Baron Rivendell was actually a very practical lord.

After lunch, Baron Rivendell took his leave with the remaining scrolls.

Worried about the war in Silvermoon City, Severn, me, and Tyridas also bid farewell to Archbishop Alonthos. Fao, on his way to Quel'Thalas.

As we parted, Tyridas spoke privately to the archbishop, while Severn and I waited at a distance.

"You didn't even ask him why he studied dark magic?" Severn looked at Tyridas and the Archbishop in the distance and asked.

I glanced at the two of them who were talking, remembered what Tyridas had said that night, and hesitated.

After a long time, he said euphemistically: "Perhaps, it is because of some things that it has changed...... His faith in the Light. ”

Severn looked at me meaningfully and asked, "What about you?" What do you think? ”

I don't know what Severn means by "how to see".

Is it asking me what I think of the Light? Or what is the opinion of "Teridas"?

So I had to shake my head and answer vaguely, "I don't know." ”

After Tyridas and the archbishop had finished speaking, we rode back on horseback and continued north.

At this time, we were already very close to Quel'Thalas, and I didn't know why, but I suddenly became inexplicably irritable, and my heart became even more anxious, not knowing how the battle was going in Silvermoon City at this time.

Unexpectedly, we had just crossed the border and set foot on the land of Quel'Thalas, when we happened to run into an army of trolls.

In the distance, there are banners fluttering from the troll tribes, and the dense army of trolls is simply numbing to the head.

Moreover, the army of trolls is obviously heading for Silvermoon City.

So, Saiwen, who saw the banner of the troll tribe from a distance, immediately grabbed the reins, raised his right hand, and signaled the horse team to stop advancing.

"Your Highness, what should I do now?" The guards were also a little overwhelmed, and asked for Saiwen's opinion.

Severn opened his palm, only to see a faint glow from the magic flowing in his palm.

"Dismount." Saiwen said decisively: "Let's sneak over." ”

Hearing this, Tyridas was the first to dismount, and he seemed to be very much in favor of this plan.

As far as I could see, the army of trolls was almost overwhelmed.

The troll race is very tall in itself, both men and women, with terrifying and sharp fangs on their faces, green skin, long ears, and some faces wearing various nose rings and other ornaments that symbolize the strength of the tribe.

At the forefront of the troll army were berserkers with voodoo shields and two-handed axes.

Troll berserkers are surprisingly tall and stunning, even bigger than the average troll, they are not only tall and muscular, but also manic and furious, not afraid of death at all, and very brave and ferocious in battle, making them the most difficult opponents on the battlefield.

Behind the Troll Berserkers are the Troll Spear Throwers, who wield spears and are slightly thinner than the Berserkers, but they are very agile and can throw poisonous spears in a very short time.

I watched them jump around as if they had ADHD, and suddenly I remembered their terrifying posture when they were fighting.

At the end of the phalanx is the Troll Witch Doctor, the troll's evil wizards have always been the most feared opponents of the High Elves, because they have ancient, mysterious, and unknown powers, not only voodoo, but also can heal the berserkers in front of them, making the entire army invulnerable.

This is also the reason why the trolls, an ancient and powerful race, were once able to rule the entire continent of Lordaeron.

They marched in a very orderly manner, and our group, led by Severn, had all changed into black cloaks, parked our horses in the woods on one side, and marched forward on foot.

We were following closely behind the troll army, and just as we were about to reach the Eternal Song Forest, it was getting dark.

Severn stretched out his hand again, and the light of the magic brightened again, and the naked eye could see the energy surging.

"Okay, the mana is almost restored." Severn said.

At dusk, Severn finally returned to his original appearance, he changed his clothes, and tied the blue hairband back into his forehead, because of the abundance of magic, his cheeks were ruddy at the moment, and his skin was flawless, and he looked very handsome.

I looked at Saiwen with my lips hooked and teased, "You've finally changed back, but I think you're cuteer when you're still a child." ”

Saiwen didn't get angry, and replied to me with a smile: "Really? I also think if you were smaller, you would be much cuter than you are now. ”

Neither of us could say anything, but it was clear that the atmosphere was much more pleasant, much more harmonious than it had been before the two of us set off for the Tirisfal Glades.

Tyridas couldn't help but interject, "Are you all ready?" We're going through an army of trolls, and that's no joke, and our lives are in danger at any moment. ”

Saiwen raised his head confidently and smiled, "Leave it to me." ”