"Seeing you take down that troll, we couldn't help but come. I take back the statement that you are my strongest reserve, Shane, you are my strongest trump card. Her tone was full of appreciation and pride.

"One more thing, I'm going to go to the altar and see what I might be looking for."

"Go, give me the army, and we'll camp at the bottom of the hill and wait for you to come back." Sylvanas whispered, not jumping off chocobos like her sister did, hugging Shane. She felt that it was more important to help the man clean up at this time.

"Wen Rasa, let's go"

"But sister," Wen Resa confirmed that Shane was okay, and put her arm around Shane very tightly. She didn't know much about the arcane arts, the troll looked so powerful, and when Sean faced it off, the girl's heart was about to jump out. But when she had shot down the troll twice, she was filled with pride and joy.

"No, but."

Wenresa was pulled away by Sylvanas three times in turn. Shane watched them disappear from view as they walked over the hill, wondering what the trolls had summoned.

A ray of sunlight shone on Shane, the dark clouds completely dispersed, and he took a deep breath, and the stench of witchcraft was gone, only the freshness of the earth after the rain, fresh and moist. Tiny ao energy dances with the breeze, blowing comfortably on the skin, and the air seems to have gained new vitality.

The High Elves are not night druids, but their love of nature is indelible.

Shane walked across the dirt road, skirting the ruins that stood in his way, and there was not a single living creature in the troll colony, not even a corpse in sight. At the last point, he teleported to the top of the altar and walked down to explore the interior. Although the altar collapsed almost completely, at least half of the interior space was left behind.

Still without a body, Shane looked around the altar and was unexpectedly clean.

"There is another layer below," he 'saw' that there was another altar underground, but he couldn't find the passage after looking for a while. Shane thought about it, ignited a flame with both hands, and slammed it on the floor with minimal force, the stone collapsed, and the passage came out like this. I put a levitation spell on myself and jumped.

The illumination was released, the underground altar was brightly lit, and Shane looked down and saw that the ground was dark red, and countless thick liquids were foaming, and the smell of blood came from the surface.

"That's blood!" I'm used to seeing the blood sacrifice of trolls, goodbye this, it's not enough to describe trolls as evil. The underground altar is more than 300 square meters, but the blood pool is almost submerged to his waist, and some white fine particles are mixed in it, and if you look closely, it is a crushed bone residue. If it weren't for the barriers, he wouldn't want to touch even a little bit.

"Did you find anything?" Shane asks the Eye of Truth. Spiritual perception was affected by blood qi, and there were not only many evil spirits howling in the blood pool, but he firmly put away his spirit.

"In the middle, a dead creature was found at the bottom of the pool of blood, reacting with eleven weak lifeforms."

In the brain projected by the silhouette of the creature, there was a snake-like creature that had lost its upper body, with a remaining length of about five meters, and eleven faint lives in her stomach.

The corpse has lost all spirituality and has no more value,

"The trolls want to continue to contaminate the eleven eggs with their blood before they can be saved," Shane disdains the trolls to do. Walking up to the corpse, the defensive ramparts drained the blood, and the fingers shot a scorching ray to slice through the snake's slightly swollen belly.

It was a miracle of life, the eleven eggs were protected by a special power, glowing with golden light, and were not contaminated by blood in the slightest. When Shane took out all the snake eggs, the snake's body suddenly dissolved like a burning candle, assimilated by blood.

"Did you protect your offspring with the essence of life? I'll nurture them well. ”

All living things have an instinct to reproduce their offspring to the maximum, because of the need for their own population to be able to reproduce. Sean agrees with this instinct, and respects it because he agrees.

Moreover, Maracas's ability comes from dead snakes, and as the offspring of snakes, his abilities are worth looking forward to.

"It's thunder and lightning, rain, and flight," thought of him leaving the altar he hated.

Teleport to the hill where the trolls are fighting, and Sylvanas and the others are camping at the foot of the mountain. As tired as the rangers were, they first set up the camp and then took advantage of the darkness to get on a small fire, dry their clothes, and sit in a circle to enjoy a rare respite. The Far Travelers did not rest, they served as scouts for vigilance and reconnaissance. Only by waiting for the rotation can you have a chance to rest.

"Chief Shane" The ranger who was guarding the door stood up straight, "Please come in, Lord Sylvanas is waiting for you." ”

The elf's tent is easily recognizable, with a Windranger flag planted on top. Inside the tent, the heat was bubbling and a small stove was piled out of stones, and the smell of food wafted from inside.

"A craft I learned while the Far Traveler was resting." She flipped over the stone, and there was a chocobo wing underneath.

"The troops have been trained and have not gone through any tragic battles, but their temperament is different from before departure. Only a ranger who sticks to the blood of a troll is a qualified ranger. Sylvanas finished his rounds of the camp, remembering the faces of each of his subordinates and exclaiming.

"The objectives of the operation were basically achieved, the troops did not suffer heavy casualties, and they gained valuable combat experience. Even the most discerning commander has no regrets. When the war report is up, it's the council's turn to have a headache, what will they reward us? ”

The elf smiles like she can only do with Shane, and the council is a slow fool in her eyes, and only those who fight on the front line are good men. He almost shouted, "Fight the murderous trolls and the stupid council at the same time". I don't care at all, her family is also a member of the council.

"The council doesn't have to worry about me, they just let me read some books, and I'm very satisfied."

At Shane's point, money, status, and honor are not very important. Elven society, as long as you are a high-level mage, the first three items are at your fingertips, so what he wants is knowledge, but all of this is to serve his purpose.

The short-term goal set before is to sweep away the trolls, contact divinity has been realized, and the second short-term goal is about to start preparation, don't look at the time There are still more than twenty years, and he can't accumulate enough strength, in that storm, what kind of role will he become? It's questionable.

His second goal was to float the Red Sun and White Tower. I didn't dare to think that it would be as big as Dalaran in the future, as long as a few hundred square meters around the Mage Tower was enough. What is needed for this? Levitation knowledge and levitation energy, levitation equipment, and may even require special materials.

"Materials science is another major subject, and it is the core knowledge of the arcane, whether it can be learned or not, it is still unknown. Go back and ask the instructor if there is any way to learn materials. "Shane stops thinking, doesn't force himself, there will always be a way.

"Are you thinking about the future?" Sylvanas looked at him with shiny eyes: "A lot of elves, not thinking much about their future. When you look at you with that focus, I know you're thinking about the future. Can you reveal how you think about your future? ”

The female elf's instincts were accurate, and all three of them were like that.