Snow has always attached great importance to Orc's magic, and none of the demons he has ever seen are as powerful as Orc's magic when displayed, the pressure and majestic tide of magic are almost suffocating.

Oak closed his eyes, and Snow saw the mass of magic pulsing within him.

"You just said that lakes and rivers ......," Oak opened his eyes, frowned, and said, "Why do I see things differently?"

"What do you see?"

Oak took a deep breath.

"An endless sea. ”

......

"Evolution is extremely risky!"

"If you fail, you won't be able to save your life......"

"Huge pain, and the success rate is also low......"

Thick curtains hung in Oak's room, and his face could be seen under the beating of the candlestick firelight, a little hesitant, a little uneasy.

In class, Snow's words echoed in Oak's mind over and over again, making him unconsciously make up the horrific scenes in his mind.

Oak raised his right hand, and an orange flame appeared in his palm with a thud, obedient like a beating elf.

"What should I do?"

Oak looked at the murals on the walls, feeling a little irritated.

"Although my lord values me very much, my strength is still too weak after all. Oak spread out his hands and looked at the lines in his palms, "It may be enough to be a craftsman, but if you want to become a leader, I'm afraid it's not enough, and the news of the lord's recruitment of demon seeds will spread soon, before the people of the Holy See can set their eyes here, I must improve my strength as soon as possible to help the lord." ”

"Evolutionary ......" Oak has hidden one thing from Snow, that is, since a month ago, Oak has felt that his magic has begun to become dull and full, and he knows that this is a reaction to the magic reaching a critical point.

However, Mr. Snow doesn't seem to have much experience in evolution, and if he wants to successfully pass evolution, he can only rely on his own consciousness to overcome pain. Oak muttered to himself, hesitating as he looked inwardly at the ocean of magic that filled his body.

"Keeping the status quo is safe from danger, but I can only stagnate and keep my magic that way, but if I take a step forward, it may make even more magical changes. Oak took a deep breath: "With the strange degree of magic, no one knows what amazing changes will appear, I haven't fulfilled my vow yet......"

Let the flames of vengeance burn in the depths of the Arctic mountains.

While most of the members of the Right Court of the Dark Council were annihilated by the soldiers sent by Rand, Oak considered something deeper.

I don't want to watch important people die again because of my own powerlessness.

As if he had made a big decision, Oak stood up and left the room.

The situation can get out of control, and if you are in the room, there is a risk of causing a fire.

The night was very quiet, and there was a comforting sense of comfort, and Oak glanced nostalgically in the direction of the castle in the darkness, and there was a determined look in his eyes.

The air around him seemed to increase its temperature several times in an instant, and the screaming sound of the air rushing violently across his fingers could be clearly heard, and even the space in front of him seemed to be distorted in an instant!

"Here we go!"

Oak gritted his teeth, mobilized all his magic power, and launched an attack towards the sea of magic in his body!

"Boom!"

Oak could clearly see the ocean inside him twist and roar in an instant, and the waves rolled up and collapsed in all directions.

The magic turned into the crimson of flames, and the heavenly fire in Oak's body was enough to burn everything, and the flames in the center became more and more intense, and when they reached the extreme, they began to transform into white, and the manic magic power rushed into his body like a wild horse.

At the same moment, Oak felt the intense burning pain coming from the hundreds of limbs, just like the blood in his body, which was all transformed into blazing flames at this moment, and was about to be burned to ashes along with his soul.

Damn, this always docile flame can be so terrifying when it gets out of control!

Oak emitted white steam, the water in his body was evaporated in a matter of seconds, his lips quickly dried and cracked, and blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, turning into gas in the air before it could fall to the ground.

He never thought that the flame, which was almost integrated with him, would actually cause him so much damage.

"Teng!"

Orange flames suddenly erupted from outside Oak's body, sparks struggling to emerge from every pore of his body, and he had become the embodiment of flames.

But only Oak knew that his state at this time was extremely dangerous, and if he could not quickly master these out-of-control flames, then the result would be assimilated by these flames, becoming a part of them, and burning his own body to charcoal.

"You're my power, I'm the leader!" Oak snarled from between his teeth, clenching his fists and keeping his mind clear in the pain, as he tried to control the magic raging within him.

Under Oak's control, the magic soon began to converge towards the center, as if pulled by invisible hands, it rolled and struggled to break away, but to no avail, the magic was quickly brought together little by little, like a stream that finally flowed into the sea.

Oak noticed that in the center of the sea of fire, the light of the fire was dimming little by little, as if it had completed the transformation between levels, and the pure white flames began to spread in the center, beginning to slowly devour the surrounding orange.

It's not so much devouring as transformation.

The area of the sea of fire was extremely vast, and the spread of white flames was very slow, but then from various locations of the sea of fire, white flames began to emerge continuously, and began to spread out at an alarming speed.

It's like the stars in the sky taking over the horizon.

The orange flame began to roar and frighten, rolling through the ocean to avoid the spread of the white flames, and when it found that it had nowhere to run, it slammed into the white flames.

There was chaos in the sea of fire, but it no longer churned, and the orange flame sighed helplessly as if it had met a more powerful kind, and was swallowed and assimilated, and finally returned to peace.

Darkness fell again.

But soon, the fire was lit again.

Oak looked like a prisoner who had just escaped from prison, his clothes were ragged and blackened, and his cheeks were covered with dust, but his eyes had never been brighter.

He lifted his finger, and a pure white flame rose from his fingertips.

The flame does not feel warm, but rather cold.