Orondo doesn't have a lot of practical experience. There is not much actual combat experience, mainly taking place in Karazan's various distorted spaces, and the objects are basically all kinds of demons and monsters.

Karazan is dangerous, but it's Egwen's home turf. Orondo has a strong Egwene aura on him, and the monsters there are a little shy when they meet him.

Once he can't beat it, he will immediately retract from his heart into the main tower. Therefore, even if he was fighting a high-level demon like the Doomsday Messenger, he was actually not in any danger.

If you can't beat it, just hide back in the main tower that is close at hand, and there are demons or monsters who dare to attack the main tower of Karazan?

In the sunny forest.

The trolls in front of him who were screaming and charging over were not even more dangerous to him.

Sephorosa Sapphire Curtain.

Olympian Barriers.

Starlight Cloak.

Secondary Steel Guard.

Ice Shield.

Mana Shield.

Six five- to seven-ring protective magic spells are put on, unless the trolls' archsembrers or high-ranking priests take action, and even their god Loa himself needs to come and break his defenses.

Looking beyond the shield, the surging troll warriors, javelinmen, and axe-throwers, watching their futile physical attacks, Orondo became more and more satisfied with the protection system—no wonder those famous archmages in history almost all majored in protection, and in retreat, they also minored in protection.

It's a feeling to see that the enemy can't break through their shields no matter how much they fight...... The needle does not poke!

It's still the old saying, only when you are alive can you have DPS, and you can be famous!

Karl had already been dispersed back by him.

Seven weapons floated overhead, watching their master abuse the vegetables. Orondo knocked away a large number of troll warriors with his shield, targeting the three special energy users who had been specially circled by the Eye of Truth, who were supposed to be priests or sorcerers among the trolls.

The latter looked in horror at Orondo, who was attacking all the way, crashing away the troll warriors all the way, and unable to stop Orondo who came to their trolls.

The troll caster didn't sit still.

The red-haired troll in the middle raised his staff and began to jump. From the energy response around the red-haired troll, it can be seen that he is not dancing awkwardly, it should be a war dance unique to the sacrifice of the troll clan or the sorcerer, and it is their way of communicating with their gods.

Elunis whispered, "Hmm...... This is one of the spell-casting rituals of this primitive race that communicates with their primordial spirits. The taste of voodoo energy is stronger. ”

Orondo nodded.

"Parse the energy around him."

He gives orders to the Eye of Truth.

[Begin to analyze the ...... of specific energy]

[Judgment of special energy as one of the origins of the world, analysis is ......]

The Eye of Truth gets to work.

Orondo also did not attack, maintaining various magical shields, and continued to be beaten in vain by a large number of jungle troll warriors.

His eyes were still on the three troll casters.

He saw that the older troll beside the red-haired troll had words in his mouth, his hands glowing green, and his two thick, curved fangs trembling up and down as the troll chanted the incantation.

There is no need for the judgment of the Eye of Truth, nor for Elunis to be reminded. Judging by the smell of the green energy, Orondo could tell it was a curse.

It's not evil energy, not all green energy is evil energy. Life and natural energy are also green in many cases, but people have nothing to do with evil energy.

The old troll's green glow is supposed to be a life-related curse, which is why it glows green.

The last of the three troll casters looked the youngest, holding up the head of an unknown humanoid in his hand, and fired gray-black energy arrows at Orondo - one, two, three, all blocked by protective magic.

After three energy arrows, the young troll priest or sorcerer was already out of breath, and it seemed that three such energy attacks were already his limit.

Orondo, who had several magic shields in his hands, had already walked not far from the three troll casters. It was close enough that he could smell the trolls.

Orondo noted. The young troll, who was panting and sitting on the ground, didn't know what to say. The troll with the green light in his hand stopped, and both trolls looked at the red-haired troll in the middle, the one who was still dancing.

The red-haired troll looked at Orondo with fear and resentment in his eyes. The red-haired troll looked down and whispered to the two companions next to him, and Orondo understood some of the words.

"Too strong", "Spirit of the Earth", "Death", "Sacrifice", he understood, were the lingua franca of trolls, Zandara.

Orondo was in Quel'Salas's library, where he taught himself the language of trolls. The High Elves and the Forest Trolls have been fighting for so many years, and they both know each other's languages.

After all, during the interrogation, if you can't understand the other party's words, then the trial will be in vain. In the same way, the cultural trolls, sorcerers or priests on the forest trolls' side should also have some High Elf Salas language.

The red-haired troll's Zandalar has a strong dialect flavor, which is very different from the Zandalar accent of the forest trolls on Quel'Salas's side. Orondo, who could barely speak Zandalar in the first place, certainly sounded a lot more difficult.

He can understand two or three percent, which is already very good.

Suddenly, Orondo's gaze froze.

As he saw the red-haired troll rattling for a while, the two casters on either side of the troll pulled their daggers out of their arms, shouted a name, and plunged them into their chests.

The name Orondo understood, in standard Zandala - Sur Karu.

The red-haired troll in the middle stopped dancing, gave Orondo a fierce look, and then knelt down, pointing the sharp end of the staff at the troll's own chest in the direction of the forest.

Poof.

The staff passed through his chest.

Before Orondo could make a move, the three troll casters were all dead.

He could see what the trolls were trying to do.

For it was just a massive phantom, emerging from the corpses of the three troll sacrifices, condensing in the air, silently looking at Orondo and roaring.

Summon.

At the cost of their lives and souls, the three trolls invoke the protectors of their tribes or the gods of their faith to deal with Orondo, a formidable foe that hundreds of troll warriors could not resist.

Orondo raised an eyebrow.

I always feel that forcing them to commit suicide and summoning the boss himself has a feeling of a big villain. Actually, I just wanted to talk to them about voodoo spells, and at most borrow their heads to study them - Elunis said that the core of voodoo casters' energy was within their heads.

Now it's all right.

The other party's big guy came out.

A huge ...... Orangutan.