As he spoke, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he flashed a color at the Shadow One beside him, and Kiel, who was already faint, completely disappeared in one breath.

On the other side, Kyris took out his staff, touched the ground, and his body began to rise in a straight line as it faded, and when he flew over the top of the tree, he was no longer in sight.

"Elf! We've been in this oak forest for almost two months!"

In the clearing of the oak forest, a troll dressed in white with purple striped cloth armor stared at several figures not far away, several figures were wrapped in purple robes, and the hood of the same color also covered their heads tightly.

In the face of the troll's low roar, one of the figures slowly lowered his hood, a pair of pointed ears leaking out, and emerald eyes stared at the troll.

"Not far away is the Northland Tower, beast, do you want to try the sword dance of the rangers?"

Looking at the troll priest in front of her in disgust, the female elf said disdainfully.

"Pointed Ears, do you want to taste Amani's spear!"

Shaking his long fangs, a figure leaned out behind the troll priest, holding a three-meter-long spear and dangling it at the female elf.

"Then you'll have to try my magic first!"

A crystal clear staff appeared in his hand, and the elf still looked at the troll opposite with the eyes of a cockroach.

Flipping the spear in his hand, the troll's right hand tightened, and the black lines of the spear began to glow dark red, and a blood line extended from the tail of the spear to the tip of the spear, and the original scarlet spear head began to scatter and wrap sticky red.

And the female elf on the opposite side also obviously noticed the strangeness of the spear, but only glanced at it slightly.

The battle between elves and trolls can be traced back to the Night Elf Empire in ancient times, and the imperial history of Quel'Salas is a history of the war between the High Elves and the Trolls of Zuaman.

The elf turned his head and squinted at the Troll Priest, who was the one who really needed attention. Trolls' physics professions are all purely flesh-based food, and after their physical strength is exhausted, they are a salted fish to be slaughtered before they recover, even if they are rare professions such as weird shadow hunters, they are actually law-like professions, and they can no longer be regarded as pure physics. However, the priest in the troll is a real legal profession, and after tens of thousands of years of evolution, it has a background that is not shallower than the mage profession, and even far superior to the mage in terms of weirdness.

Glancing defiantly at the Bloodthorn Hunter, the elven mage's staff began to glow with a faint blue light, and dots of blue appeared around her, gradually enveloping her and beginning to spread outward.

"Lily!"

Just as the two sides were about to start, a person behind the female elf screamed softly, and a pale hand reached out from the robe and pointed at the Bloodthorn Hunter whose eyes were already glowing red.

"Take care of your hyenas, priest!"

"Mage, I'm not here to accompany you, winter is coming, if you can't find the exact direction, then..."

Frowning and waving his hand, the troll priest slowly turned around and walked to the center of the clearing, where the five-meter-high totem pole was standing quietly, holding a staff more than two meters high like the roots of a dead tree.

"I decided to seal it here in the first place, because the magical energy of this land is relatively abundant, which can supply energy close to eternity, and can disrupt the spells of detection!"

"Elf!I'm not here to listen to you!I'm not here with my totem, I'm not here, to listen to an elf!!Explain to me these things that everyone knows!" Impatiently interrupting the other, the troll priest stroked the totem pole, and the anger on his face gradually subsided.

"Humph!"

Looking at the roaring troll sacrifice with an ugly face, the staff in the female elf's hand began to flicker again.

Pressing down on the staff of the female elf with one hand, she lifted her hood, leaking out the same pointed ears and delicate face, but her face was far paler than that of the female elf.

"Priest, I'm almost there! You're the one who alarmed the humans here!"

"Some weak monkeys! I can make that town disappear by myself!" said the Bloodthorn Hunter, staring at the elf's pale face, as he stuck his spear into the ground.

"Then, the rangers of the Northland Watchtower have found you!" the male elf said word by word, staring into the eyes of the troll priest.

"Then, Quellins will know that Zumashal's treasure, the beast totem, is here!

"Tata!" staring at the totem pole for a long time, the troll priest said hoarsely, and the bloodthorn hunter beside him had a cold face, putting away the bloodthorn spear in his hand, but he was still staring coldly at the two elves.

"Mage, I'm running out of time, if you find the location, I'll give you what you want!"

Turning to look at the elf, a crystal bottle appeared in the hand of the troll priest, and a scroll that appeared to be a miniature version of the bottle floated silently in it.

"Huh!" glancing at the crystal bottle, the male elf turned his head to look at the last figure.

"Jandice!"

"Teacher, this should be it!" the figure behind the male elf quickly stepped forward, leaned behind him, and whispered.

"But the closer you get, the more serious the interference becomes, and you can only sense this step!"

"Yes, that's fine!" Nodding gently, the elf looked at the troll priest who had turned his head back to stare at the totem pole.

"Priest, you only have one chance!"

"Hmph! you'd better make sure you're okay!" the troll priest, who had closed his eyes, froze as he touched the totem pole's hands, and then snorted coldly.

The male elf smiled lightly, and with a spread of his hands, eight crystal-clear polyhedron flew out of his hands, and flew around the clearing, and grew larger as they flew, until they could not evenly divide the surrounding areas of the clearing, and they had turned into giant crystals more than three meters high.

Waving the staff that suddenly appeared in his hand, the elven mage suddenly glanced at the oak forest behind him, and a faint strange smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and then, the mage in his hand emitted a dazzling light, and the eight polyhedral crystals also emitted a sky blue light along with the teaching, and began to be supported by eight points, forming a transparent enchantment that enveloped the entire clearing.

After doing all this, the elven mage slowly retreated to the edge of the enchantment with the two people behind him.

And at this moment, most of the trolls are crawling around the totem pole, only the troll sacrifice hands caress the totem pole, after perceiving the enchantment, the priest's body began to burn blue flames, the flames spread quickly to the totem pole with the priest's hands, although the flames on the trolls are very surging and spread quickly, but after touching the totem pole, it began to slow down, but with the cover of the flames, the beast patterns on the totem pole began to transform into the outlines of various monsters.

The flame cover lasted for about half a minute, and one-fifth of the totem pole was ignited by the flames, and several demonic beasts composed of blue flames began to poke out of the totem pole and began to fly around the priest.

Slowly opening his eyes, the troll priest opened the demonic beasts flying around him, with a rare smile on his face, while the surrounding trolls looked at the totem pole and his priest even more fanatically.

A series of strange low roars erupted from his mouth, and the priest pointed at his feet, and the five demonic beasts rushed into the ground, and the priest began to sit cross-legged with his eyes closed.

"Teacher, I think the totem pole is much more valuable than that broken book!"

A crisp female voice suddenly sounded in his heart, and the male elf turned his head to look at the female elf beside him who was squeezing his eyes, and shook his head.

"I think so too!" said the male elf with a twitch of his mouth, raising an eyebrow at his apprentice.

"There will be a chance in the future, this totem is owned by the only tribe that escaped to Zumashar in the first place, and it is not a high-end product, otherwise it will not be controlled by this mid-level troll sacrifice!"

"Hmph!

"Hehe!