Recovering most of their magical energy, Rollin and Erna re-entered Sebvanu, and the Black Forest of Sebvanu had a cold, clammy and sticky feel compared to the fresh sea breeze on the shore.

Two months of combat experience told Rollin that there was a lot of witchcraft in the area.

The silence in the black forest did not bode well, and the two mages slowly walked towards the north under the premise of applying a fading spell to themselves. They traveled fast, perhaps because they were lucky enough to not encounter a single troll along the way.

Rowraine, who was alert enough, clearly noticed that something was wrong with the situation, which was completely unreasonable. He beckoned to Erna and motioned to stop.

"It's depressing, it's weird, and I always feel like something bad is going to happen." Elna frowned, feeling uncomfortable in the middle of the forest.

"There's a powerful smell of witchcraft here, and there's a troll witch doctor sacrificing a powerful witchcraft, I feel it." Rollin is not a combat spell, and his perception of other breaths is much stronger than Elna's.

Erna also knew that the current Rollin was no longer the Silvermoon Council's affiliated mage who had just gone out from Silvermoon City on a mission. The current Rollin is an elite mage with more combat experience than the old ranger, and he can clearly understand from his reputation points in the Silver Moon Council, in the past two months, Rollin's reputation points have reached 2,000 points. He's a mission maniac through and through.

"Where is the scope of this witchcraft? Shall we take a break of shelter. Erna thought.

Rollin noticed that the farther north he went, the stronger the witchcraft became, and he could see that the place where the trolls had attacked was the Ranger camp near the Moon Festival.

After pondering for a moment, Rollin shook his head, he pointed to the road ahead with his staff, and said calmly: "Keep going, this is our perfect chance to escape." ”

Elna, who maintained enough trust in Rollin, nodded, and walked forward with Rollin.

Clammy and cold, gloomy, lonely, a flood of negative feelings surged from the black forest. Rollin and Erna are within the reach of witchcraft.

Rollin looked up and saw a huge dark cloud over the black forest, which was very close to the ground. Obviously, this is not a change in the weather of nature.

"Close to me." Rollin pulled Erna to his side.

Elna, who didn't have time to be shy, was already attached to Rollin's arm: "What's wrong?" ”

"Listen." Rollin heard the rustling of the forest in the distance. It's the sound of rain hitting leaves.

"It's raining?" Erna said in surprise. It's the season of deep winter, how can it rain.

"It's the powerful sorcery of the troll sacrifice, and this rain must have a special negative spell effect." Rollin didn't know, he could only guess.

Of course, the sorcery Winter Rain would not skimp on its rain, and he generously landed on the bodies of Lorin and Elna.

For the first time, the omniscient eye made an analysis.

"Exorcism suppresses the magical energy of the person who releases it, so that its magical energy cannot be released from the body." This is the effect of this massive witchcraft.

This effect is not powerful for Rollin, but for other magicians, it is a nightmare.

Erna had already begun to suffer from malaise, and without the thermal insulation effect of the spell, the temperature of her body had dropped dramatically under such cold winter rain.

"The effect of the thermostat spell is gone, it's cold, it's cold." Elna placed herself in her chainmail garment, her lips trembling.

Rollin wiped the rain from his face, and with the blessing of the Twin Elements Mastery, he directly used the magical energy of the outside world to cast a thermostatic spell on Elna.

"Are you feeling better?" Rollin pulled Erna up, and he held Erna with his arm around her lower abdomen.

"Well, though, I don't seem to be able to use magic anymore." Erna said confusedly. Without the only reliance of the mage, magical energy, most elven mages will be in this situation.

Taking off his black cloak and draping it over Elna's back, Rollin continued to walk forward.

Soon, Rollin saw traces of blood in the rain that was slowly flowing from north to south. Not only that, but there is also the smell of blood.

Fighting began at the front.

"Hold me tight!" Rollin whispered.

With what strength she had left, Erna hugged Rollin's chest tightly. Rollin cast a light spell on himself and sprang through the forest.

Soon, hoarse cries and painful wails erupted in Rollin's cochlea.

According to the map, there should be a camp of mages and rangers on the outskirts of the Moon Temple.

Walking through the forest and out of Sebvanu, Rollin was amazed at what he saw. He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

"Stay here, don't make a sound, and I'll be back to pick you up in a while." Rollin said softly to Elna.

Leaning behind a massive tree, Erna hid under her black cloak, letting the rain trickle around the trees. She nodded obediently and didn't say anything. She didn't have much strength anymore, and even her spirit was a little dazed.

Rollin took his staff and slowly walked to the camp in front of him, facing the troll soldiers who were attacking the elves with the help of witch rain.

Wiping away the rain from his eyelashes, the glittering High Elf Golden Scepter and Rollin rushed to the battlefield together.

The trolls saw the spell that had emerged from Seshuvanu, and they began to lay down the broken blades in their hands, letting go of the mages who had been eroded by the witch rain to the point of losing their strength, and hundreds of trolls rushed towards Rollin.

Void Storm! Witch Rain can suppress the magical energy of the mage's body, but he cannot organize the mage to use the arcane energy in the surrounding environment. These spells couldn't stop Rollin.

Shimmering tension floats behind Rollin, providing Rollin with a continuous cast effect.

"Kill this mage, and there will be no one in this camp who can stop our forest trolls." The leading witch doctor shouted.

The trolls ran in the rain, their narrow blades and spears in their hands, and ran towards Rollin.

"Is fourteen arcane bursts enough?" Rollin asked the All-Seeing Eye.

"The chance of success is less than 30%, and users are advised to escape." The All-Seeing Eye warns Rollin.

Rollin sneered, both arms already assimilated by arcane energy.

Soon, the first round of explosions exploded. The troll soldiers who rushed to the front were all torn apart by the powerful arcane energy that gathered together, and their bodies were shattered by explosions.

Undeterred, though, the trolls opened their blood-red eyes and tried to tear the lone mage apart, fueled by the smell of blood!