Prodmore knew almost all the priests who were still alive. None of the people who could do this except her were in the Origin World, and this ban didn't look like it came from a mage she knew.

Each mage casts a spell in a different way, and if you look closely, you can feel who is casting it. However, this ban made Prodmore unable to see who did it, and the smell of it disgusted her, so it was probably a demonic ban.

While not all disgusting prohibitions are from demons, every time he smells the Burning Legion's prohibitions makes Prodmoor want to vomit.

However, the outcome of the catastrophe was far more important than its cause: the Thunderworm made its way unimpeded into the Dry Valley, and beyond. Prodmore must find another place to lock them up before they destroy the farms and villages of the native insects.

Proudmoore pulls out a map from under her cloak, one of the two things she's taken from the messy table. She looked at it and decided to keep the Thunderworm in Scar Heights. Scar Heights is located in the southern part of Bloodnest Mountain, directly east of Thorn City, separated by a mountain range from the rest of Bloodnest. The Thunder Bug will definitely not survive. And the place has enough grass and streams, and the stream in the mountains is bigger than the one in the Thunder Mountains. The Thunder Worm is safe to stay there, and the native worm body of Bloodnest Mountain is also safe.

At first, she wanted to send them farther away - like the one on the other side of the continent - but after all, mana was limited. She could easily teleport herself, but there was no way she could have sent so many Thunder Worms that far.

She pulled out another thing from her cloak—a forbidden scroll. This scroll would have allowed her to know the thoughts of any Thunderworm on this continent.

She recited the mantra and began to meditate. Unlike most reptiles, thunderworms are gregarious and are similar to buffaloes in this respect, so they congregate wherever they are.

Most of the lizards are now in the Dry Valley. She could feel that they were all quiet. She had planned to use the ban to make them like this, but it didn't seem to be needed.

Thunderbugs are either quiet or furious - as if there is never a middle ground. If you want to send them away in a rage. That's an impossible task. Still, she prefers not to disturb their lives. So she's glad they're so quiet now.

For the caster to teleport someone other than himself, he must be able to see them - most forbidden books emphasize this. But the teacher told Proudmore that if he could feel it, he could complete the teleportation. However, this is a very risky risk, because there are people whose hearts cannot be felt, such as some demons and mages, and some people who are particularly strong-willed.

But these problems do not exist in the Thunder Bug. They focus on only three things: eating, drinking, and sleeping. In addition to caring about whether they can run fast, the thunder bug only cares about these three things, especially during the mating season.

Proudmoore stood silently in the slashed woods, feeling the Thunder Worms running to the Dry Water Valley for hours, and the Thunder Worms that were running out of the Thunder Mountains behind.

Grass. Stream. Close your eyes. Rest. Increase. Chew. Deglutition. Suck. Go to bed. Breathe.

For a while. She almost wandered - although the Thunderworms had a simple way of thinking, they were so numerous that Proudmoor was almost crushed by their instincts to eat, drink, and sleep.

She gritted her teeth and became one with the Thunderworm once more, and began to chant the teleportation spell.

Pain! As Prodmore pronounced the last word of the incantation, a burning pain crossed her mind. The ruined woods melted before her. A slight pain passed through her left knee. Only then did she realize that she had fallen on the woodland, her knee touching the stump of the tree closest to her.

Pain. Wounded. Wounded. Wounded. Run. Run. Run. Run. Stop hurting. Run. Stop hurting.

Large beads of sweat gathered on her forehead. Prodmore managed to keep himself from running in the forest. Something went wrong with the teleportation spell, but she didn't have time to think about it. Her pain had been channeled to the Thunder Worms through a psychic connection, and they were going berserk. Before they destroy the Dry Valley. She had to stop them.

Several times she couldn't resist wanting to break off her psychic connection with the Thunder Worms, because holding back a swarm of rampaging Thunder Bugs was like holding a broom to block the ocean, but the only way to keep them under control was to maintain that connection. She closed her eyes and focused. The incantation was recited. This spell was specially taught to her by her teacher to calm rampaging animals. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails were about to puncture her palms. She chanted the incantation with all her might, hoping to keep the Thunderworm under control.

After a while, they fell asleep. Before she herself fell asleep. Prodmore cut contact. She was so tired that she could fall asleep right away without restraint.

Her limbs were sore and her eyelids were heavy. Even in the best conditions. Teleportation is also a very draining prohibition. Not to mention the sheer number of thunder bugs she needed to teleport, and the spell went wrong at the end. Prodmore wanted to lie down and sleep like the lizards, but she couldn't. This ban only allowed the Thunderworm to sleep for six hours—probably less. So she had to find out what was stopping her from teleporting the Thunderworm to Scar Heights.

She sat cross-legged, her arms hanging limply to the side, and began to try to adjust her breathing. Once again, her mind flew into the distance. This time it was to fly to the Scar Heights, especially in the heart of the Highlands.

It didn't take long for her to find the reason.

Someone cast an enchantment there. From this distance, Prodmore couldn't say exactly what kind of prohibition the man was using, but she could be sure that the barrier—unlike the others—was only used to block teleportation. It's to protect something in the barrier.

Prodmore stood up and focused. Before teleporting herself to Scar Heights, she pulled out a piece of dried meat from the pouch on her belt. This is another lesson that the teacher taught her. He said that the ban was exhausting and the only way to replenish one's strength was to eat meat. "Many of the mages," he said, "are emaciated by their preoccupation with spells. This is because they have forgotten that the priests also have to eat. ”

Her jaw was aching from chewing jerky, but her energy quickly returned. Proudmore recited the incantation, teleporting herself to Scar Heights, an extension of the Heights enchantment to be exact.

Eating before casting can also be disadvantageous. She often thinks of the rumbling sound of her stomach as she digests something indigestible as a side effect of casting spells. But when she stood on the cliff of the high ground, she had already forgotten about the sound.

Prodmore stood, with the abyss behind him and a large sloping meadow in front of him. She didn't have much place to stand.

Although the enchantment is not visible to the naked eye, Prodmore can feel it. It's not very powerful. But if it's only for hiding, it really doesn't need to be too strong—Prodmore is increasingly certain that this barrier is for hiding—and it's better not to be too strong, or any mage will casually find it.

So close, Prodmore could even smell the forbidden. When she was fighting with Medivan, she had smelled of this prohibition. It's a ban on Tirisfa - but its guardians are all dead, including Medivan, the last of them.

To move the barrier out of the way, it only took a simple gesture for Proudmoor. She patrolled the high ground as she walked. She also imposed an invisibility ban on herself so that others could not see her.

At first, all she saw were ordinary things: meadows, fruit-bearing bushes, and some ordinary trees. A gust of wind blew from the Endless Sea, turning into a whirlwind when it reached the highlands, whirring her white cloak. When I was still in the Thunder Mountains, the sky was full of clouds, but here the sky is still sunny because of the very high altitude. Proudmore lifted the hood from his cloak and began to enjoy the sun and the sea breeze. (To be continued......) u