The three rangers led the way, and they followed the footsteps they had come, returning the way they came. From time to time, trolls appear around the team, only daring to watch from afar. The Ranger makes a suggestion to clear the scouts. Sean doesn't care, along the way, he never thought about hiding, and Tygo is seven or eight meters tall, and he can't hide it, so he needs the school of illusion. And even in the worst-case scenario, he can take the Ranger to escape. There are no space-blocking spells, so don't want to restrict him.

As we approached the altar, the stench grew heavier and heavier, to the point that a green mist floated in the air. In Shane's perception, the demonic qi soared into the sky like a pillar of smoke, standing a hundred meters high from the top of the altar, spreading to the sky, far, far away, and finally falling like a drizzle.

The settlement is small, and the population of up to 2,000 civilians is included. Below the altar, the streets are laid out in a zigzag shape, and the houses behind the low city walls are uneven, mostly thatched and dead wood structures, and the stone buildings only have altars.

The settlement, which is under the protection of demonic energy, cannot stop the eye of truth from probing, and cooperates with the spirit, soaring like an eagle, overlooking the sky. There were no troops behind the walls, and they were gathered under the altar, while the civilians were supervised by many warriors and walked into the altar one by one.

The smell of sorcery grew stronger and stronger, and the smell of blood wafted from the wind. The spirit fell, flew to the entrance of the altar, and was about to enter, but encountered a soft film, collided with it, like hitting an airbag, and was rebounded.

Spells that isolate probe?

Shane retracted his mind and opened his eyes, and the arcane light in his pupils flickered.

"Your Excellency is not going to attack?" The three rangers said very carefully.

"Yes," Sean nodded, observing from all indications that the trolls were performing blood sacrifices in an attempt to struggle. "I'll use my spell to knock open the troll city and uncover the altar. This battle is a battle for the caster, you just need to protect yourselves. Shane paused: "This is not to despise you, because the battle that will take place next is far beyond the Ranger's knowledge. ”

The mage has privileges, and his strength increases his authority, and the three travelers obey the arrangement, keep their vigilance, and wait for Shane to cast a spell.

The distance is one thousand and five, the wind speed is ten, and between the hands, the arcane energy gathers - energy conversion - spell generation - extreme compression - and then pushes, and the fire explosion spell draws an arc and throws. Direct shot spells, which are used as psychic aids, make trajectories more useful.

The troll colony is in the brain, and it is divided into many coordinate squares, one square for the Fire Explosion Technique, and one square for the strike. The main target fell on those fighters. The troll protects against green light, like a bubble that can be punctured lightly, touching it, never stopping, and landing smoothly.

"Troll casters are at the highest level, around the third ring." By breaking the defense, Shane could easily judge the level of troll spell casting. "From the beginning of the sixth round, the edge of the Spell Extension Altar is bombarded, Eye of Truth, pay attention to the ballistic correction."

"Understood"

With the organization and discipline of the trolls, the casualties in the second layer are close to the limit, even if there are priests to supervise the battle, it is impossible to hold out for a long time in the face of an enemy that cannot be reached and defeated.

"Escaped!" Psychic sensing, the civilians were the first to be confused, leading the troll warriors to disperse, and they escaped through the other wall. Shane continued to add a few more Flame Bursts to clear the diehards.

Enemies, only the sacrifice inside the altar remains. Unleashing twenty flames before and after, Shane poured himself a blue bottle to restore mana and regulate his spirit. The three rangers were silent, half-bowed, and stood motionless at Tygo's feet.

"Keep up"

"Yes, Your Excellency"

Shane replied more or less as he rode Tygo and marched under the altar. Looking up, in the area where the eye looked, there was a familiar figure, Maracas, and it would have been strange if it hadn't reappeared.

There is no need for dialogue, and from the previous encounters and actions, it can be seen that neither of them is a character that can be shaken by words. The trolls are stronger than the last time they met, and the hexology around them is rolling like a cloud.

"Do you want to fight? No" Feeling that the troll was not very aggressive, Shane clearly judged that he would run away. Sure enough, Maracas stared at Shane for a moment with a substantial gaze, then turned over and retreated from the back of the altar.

Fighting, it has no chance of winning. The three Far Travelers, plus Shane, may not even have a chance to escape once they fight. Accumulate strength, wait for opportunities, and only live can you have a future. With such a resilient man among the trolls, Shane felt a little tricky, but that was about it.

The leader of the enemy fled, and Shane stood in the doorway, closing his eyes and feeling the power of the hex inside the altar. It was the superposition of nature and blood sacrifice, nature made people broad, but blood sacrifice made people suffocate, although it was not very strong, but this power, with its own vitality, it drew blood, pulsating and jumping spontaneously.

For a moment, Sean understood that it was distorted to divinity, and that it was instinctive to absorb everything from its victims, including life and soul, in order to maintain its existence.

There is a peculiar fluctuation that says, "Come on, here is the power to become a god."

It's a divine trap again.

"Your Excellency" Ranger saw that Shane had not moved for a long time, and asked.

"It's okay" Sean raised his hand, cast a fire blast, and threw it into the entrance of the altar. There were also more than a dozen priests inside, who wanted to rely on blood sacrifices and resisted stubbornly. But the lack of knowledge will lead to their death.

The fireball slammed into the internal protective spell and exploded, sending a powerful gas shockwave rumbling down the passage like a roaring manic dragon. The entire altar floor trembled under the blast wave, and as the earth shook, dust sprayed outward from the passageway.

One after another, Shane unleashed the Flame Explosion Technique, the ground shook the mountain, the stone structure could not withstand the fierce bombardment, the altar roared, and the top sank into a section. What's even more deadly is that the explosion expelled the air inside, and ignorance always pays the price.

The lives in the altar disappeared one by one, and Shane waited for a few minutes, perceiving that no life was alive, and he took Tiger and teleported in together.

There were at least a hundred corpses on the altar, neatly arranged on the ground, arms next to arms, heads to heads, and in the necks, blood flowed into the blood tank, making a shuo sound, like a ghost screaming.

Seeing this kind of scene, no one will feel that the troll is innocent. Stepping across the flesh-paved ground, to the center of the altar, the Spirit of the Eagle, where it still looks like an eagle, looks like nothing more than a large dead chicken.

Its feathers are harder than steel. Everywhere you look, you hear a voice.

"I'm still alive, Arcanist, save me, pull out the dagger from my neck."

"Are you the soul of an eagle?" Shane asked it

"Yes, Arcanist."

The fluctuations emanating from the eagle's soul are naturally soothing, and they are in contrast to the evil of the blood sacrifice. Shane first pinched a spell in his hand, then felt the dagger, and with a slight force, pulled it out.

In an instant, the eagle, with its white and transparent soul, flew out of the corpse, flapped its wings, stretched its body, pure and natural.

"Thank you, Arcanist"

Shane silently let go of the spell in his hand, the dimensional anchor, and locked the altar space.

"You ......."

"I'm an Arcanist." Sean said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, I understand, you are the same as the Arcanist I met a long time ago, what do you want."

"There are only three questions, where do you come from? What is divinity? How trolls are connected to your world. ”

"Difficult to dictate" The eagle's soul was silent for a moment, and with a cry of pain, the soul was torn apart, and it broke off one of its wings, condensed into a small point of light, and sent it to Shane. When I saw this scene, I was shocked by the pain that came from my soul.

"It's all in there, I'm running out of time, Arcanist, cancel your spells, quick."

Spiritual scanning, the power of the blood sacrifice is about to corrode its soul. Shane touched the light with his fingers, and the power that was not strong, but extremely penetrating suddenly poured into the spiritual sea, carrying his senses as if he was about to enter another world. Extremely dizzy, the soul is stinging, several times more painful than a thousand needles, unstable under his feet, and almost fell off Tygo. Relying on will and determination, Shane gritted his teeth to control his body and held Tygo to his feet.

"Discovery, divine invasion, automatic defense, protection of the user's soul as the first task.

'Wrap, suppress' Sean couldn't hear what the Eye of Truth was saying, gritting his teeth and bleeding, mobilizing his spirit to squeeze the divinity before it could move more. From the beginning of becoming a spellcaster, he never slackened his training, persevered, and forged the resilience of the mortal.

"Suppression, suppression, suppression" The spiritual sea boils, setting off huge waves like walls, wave after wave, slapping it, squeezing it into the corner, and then, forming a cage with the spirit, trapping it. A trickle of warm current keeps replenishing the inflow.

The Eye of Truth, the helper weaves a cage, and is also absorbing the pure energy of the dead priest to replenish the spirit.

It's not enough to be trapped in a corner, the divinity is uncontrollable and will come out at any time, and Shane uses his spirit to whip it, "obedience, obedience, obedience" countless spiritual whippings.

The divinity was immediately completely enraged, and rushed madly into this little cage, destroying, cutting, and slamming. But it can't make waves. The tug-of-war, the little divinity, can't stand the consumption, and Shane gradually grasps the scene.

Finally, the spiritual sea subsided, and the divinity itself lay tamely in the corner as if exhausted, and time seemed to have passed, but the Eye of Truth told that the objective time was no more than three minutes.

"Divine, terrible" Shane let out a sigh of relief, regaining his composure, and looking at the eagle, its wings had grown, but it was a little smaller.

"I'm an Arcanist, you know?".

"Yes, yes, I know" the eagle's soul fluctuates, conveying a wry smile.

Sean was also silent for a while, the dragon eagle must be punished for the offense, and if he can't resist the divinity, the consequences will definitely not be good: "Blood sacrifice power, quickly corrode your soul, I don't care about this power, and naturally I won't let it corrupt you." But as punishment, you shall return to your world with my beacon and serve me for fifty years, swearing by your divinity. ”

"Okay, okay, I swear, with the divinity of my black wings, Anjunnath, to return to my world of origin with the beacon of the Arcanist in front of me, and serve the Arcanist in front of me for fifty years."

The eagle had no choice but to take the vow. Shane used his spirit to make a beacon and threw it on the eagle's forehead, canceling the dimensional anchor, and the space lost its confinement. The dragon eagle roared, shook off the ten feathers of the soul, and opened a bright white twisted singularity, and then the soul shrunk into a small ball and entered the singularity.

"Next, what to do with this piece, animal spirit corpse?"

Without the power of nature in the soul, the stench of blood sacrifices pervades the air without limit, corpses are rapidly turning into thick water, and steely feathers are melting.

"Gurgles, clucks"

"Tygo?"

At this time, Tiger's head twisted, and the sound of metal grinding sounded like talking.

"You want?"

"Gurgles, clucks"

"To you"

Shane said, noting the changes as well.

Three thousand words to wipe sweat