"Although Rukma cannot enter the Shadow Realm, this force is so powerful that it is still possible to penetrate the realm and threaten us. Behind Lanloth, on the otherwise empty mound, stood a figure with a clumsy figure covered in stray feathers, whose face as dark and ugly as a raven and his withered arms made him known.

Raven Exile.

"Stranger, if you don't mind, come with me. ”

With the help of the technique, Lanloth could roughly understand what he meant, and immediately, the four thin fingers on the other man's palm swiped in the air, and a dark vortex appeared beside him as if it had absorbed even the light.

When the other party walked in first to show safety, Lanlos walked forward slowly. As for Rukma, having lost her target, she was angrily pouring flames on the land, and the scorching flames soon scorched the vast expanse of the land.

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The large canopy of the banyan tree blocks most of the light like a giant umbrella, and even in the middle of the afternoon, the space is still too dim.

That doesn't mean it's necessarily dead, though.

Tiny and clever Cali birds appear and disappear in the foliage, and even the occasional giant Cali bird of human size can be seen flashing quickly in the wind, and if you look farther into the sky, you will find that the dreaded ravens with their scimitar-like claws and sharp beaks are gracefully and comfortably stretching their swarthy and supple feathers.

In the shadow of the canopy, the Raven exiles built an open altar out of sand and stones, a complex circle engraved with countless secret symbols was shining with black and purple light, and several piles of candles were placed at equal distances in all directions, but the flames on it seemed to be shining in the distance, the black-purple fire seemed very quiet, and the ominous and cold feeling invaded the hearts of the people around them over and over again.

In the center of the circle, a rough crow figure made of sticks and straw stood steadily. There are two narrow daggers on both sides, the old crow mask on the face is full of scratches and cracks, as if the wind will be torn apart if the wind is a little stronger, and the light armor is also full of the feeling of historical precipitation, which at first glance has a sense of gloom and sadness.

At the edge of the altar, several cricket Crowclaw priests were whispering prayers, their shrill voices chanting syllables of unknown meaning, and the cold magic slowly poured into the circle, licking the rudimentary straw man over and over again.

"You're back. At the bottom of the altar steps, a raven-man dressed in mystical robes retracted his gaze and turned his slightly frightened bird-man face to the rear, "Collector." ”

As he spoke, the open area in the center of the crow's nest suddenly twisted, like the surface of the water blown by the breeze, and rippled layer after layer: "There is also a guest brought in." ”

As the pitch-black light vanished, the figures of Lanloth and Ryshad appeared in front of the Raven exiles.

"Is this the warrior who dares to challenge Rukma?" The crow man who had just spoken was very different from the others in terms of appearance and momentum, and although he tried his best to suppress it, his eyes that shone with a cold glow still revealed a trace of disdain.

"I really don't know if you should be judged for being brave or stupid. ”

From the moment he set foot on this strange land, Ryshad's secondary soul link had already encompassed the other party, and Lanlos naturally understood what the other party meant. However, he did not spare time to react superfluously.

Perhaps it was the effect of the displacement spell, as soon as he left the Shadow Realm, Lanloston felt a sharp pain like a tear in his left shoulder, and he couldn't help but shake his whole body, and he barely managed to stabilize his body by slamming Elunis to the ground.

"Ahem, Shadow Sage Eskar, right?" Ranros looked up with a look of uncertainty on his embarrassed face, "The leader of the Raven Exiles really has a knack for hospitality. ”

Turning his head to look at Reshad, catching the other man shaking his head, Eskar whispered something to the Ravental priests beside him. Soon the latter chanted a spell, and shadow magic quietly poured into Lanloth's body from all directions.

With a tingling sensation, the charred black wound covering almost the entire left shoulder up to the collarbone squirmed, and the pieces of charred-like skin gradually fell off, and the bright red new flesh grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon, the white skin had completely occupied the original terrifying injury.

Under the combination of spells and his own regeneration ability, Lanloth finally regained the sensation of his left arm, and just as he tentatively waved his left hand, Ryshad on the side said as if instructed: "Shadow healing only draws your own life force to speed up the recovery of external injuries, and cannot completely eliminate the damage you have suffered, so I advise you to rest quietly for a while." ”

"Do you spread the damage evenly throughout your body?" Lan Luo smiled lightly after glancing at the life gauge that didn't rise, "Well, in a way, it's quite practical. ”

The recovery spell is not as simple as it seems, the positive magic is mainly manifested in repair, which is the most common recovery spell, and the negative energy can also be recovered, but most of it is manifested in plundering and absorption, just like the ability mastered by Lanloth. However, this ability has limitations, and cannot be effective against creatures such as elementals and necromancy, which do not possess the essence of life.

Shadow Healing is a special existence that is independent of these two restoration spells but belongs to the two, it cannot restore the health of the recipient, but it can repair the wound by absorbing the life essence of other intact parts of itself, and can effectively remove negative states such as bleeding, tearing, and cripple.

For Lanloth, without the burning effect caused by the focused ray, the high regeneration would be effective again. After all, flame is the greatest enemy of this ability.

"If you like, I can teach you everything about this spell. Until then, I'll get straight to the point. Observing words and expressions is a necessary ability for a leader, Eskar easily read the curiosity on Lanlos's face, but now is not a good time to exchange knowledge, "Where did you gather information about us? Draenei? You don't look like them." ”

"You know the Draenei?"

"Don't look at me like that. Seeing that the other party showed a little surprise, Eskar frowned, "Although the Raven Exiles are persecuted by the high-ranking Raven Artists, we are not just concerned about the short-sighted people in front of us. ”

"You, I don't remember the Raven Exiles dealing with the Draenei. Eskar's gaze flashed a hint of sharpness, the Raven Exile's greatest asset was to come and go without a trace, but Lanloth's seemingly insipid words revealed a message that made him very vigilant.

This outsider seems to know very well about their internal affairs!

"No, it's not about the Draenei. Lanros shook his head, his eyes condensed with arcane magic crossed Eskar and stared at the altar behind him, "After all, the Draenei don't know you're in the process of being summoned by Tyrok. ”

Tyrok is a great leader in the history of the Raven Clan, and after the fall of the Episis civilization, it was he who stood up and led the High Raven Men to glory. Noble and powerful, he led the Raven to conquer the entire Aranka Forest, only to be betrayed and left to fend for himself in the curse of the Setec Valley.

Finally, with Ansu's help, he overcame the madness brought on by the curse and helped the Raven Exiles build Sketis on the edge of the Peak Forest.

The pitch-black feather on her head quivered slightly, and Eskar was silent for a long time, and let out a high-pitched, short laugh: "I see, are you a prophet?" ”

This was really, expectedly a misunderstanding.

is still that unfathomable smiling face, and in the eyes of the crows, Lanloth's appearance is a tacit acquiescence to this identity.

Prophets, in most of Draenor's culture, refer to the existence of wise men who can bring wisdom and guidance to the race, but for individuals like Lanloth, it is more about his abilities.

Ability to predict.

Prophecy is a special branch of spells that do not simply allow the caster to see the future, but rather the 'possible' future, after all, different forces will have different effects on prophecy spells. Like Viren, by connecting with the Light of pure positive energy, he is able to know the process by which the future can be propelled towards brighter and more hopeful outcomes. Shadows, on the other hand, allow spellcasters to see a future of destruction and despair, which is why most creatures exposed to the energy of the Void descend into madness.

Because in this future, not only the enemy and the world, but even themselves, will not exist.

As for pure arcane, because of its order attributes, it can be balanced between the two, and the most likely future can be seen.

To get back to the point, prophecy spells are crucial for both individuals and groups, and it is precisely because of Viren's misunderstanding that he has prophetic abilities that he has received such extravagant assistance. After all, in Viren's opinion, since he was a prophet, he naturally knew whether what he did would achieve the best results.

Take 10,000 steps back and make friends with a prophet with the ability to predict, and the benefits are self-evident.

Thinking of this, the vigilance on Eska's face suddenly relaxed a lot: "I'm deeply sorry for my previous attitude, but as you can see, our current situation is not enough to have unconditional trust in outsiders. ”

"Of course I understand this, otherwise I'll be full enough to challenge Rukma?" Ranros seemed to regain some strength, got up and patted the dust off his clothes, and smiled kindly at the other party.

"Indeed, if it weren't for your previous astonishment, Ryshad wouldn't have brought you here. "If there were doubts about Lanlos's abilities before, now Eskar has basically confirmed the identity of the 'prophet'.

"In that case, I'll cut a long story short. Nodding in satisfaction, Lanloth approached Eskar under the wary gaze of the Ravental priests, "I need Rukma's Breath." ”