In the northwest corner of the oak forest, ancient and dense oak trees stood quietly, even if the fierce battle in the distance, the impact of fire, frost, arcane, and various energies did not reach here at all.

And at the root of an oak tree, a green hand suddenly stretched out from the ground, followed by a hand, followed by a head, and finally, after leaving a large cavern in the ground, a slightly reddish figure came out of the ground, and his bare body not only did not have a single piece of clothing, but also did not have a single hair.

After the whole body came out, the figure first observed the situation around him vigilantly, and a simple bracelet on his right hand emitted a flash, and a rough leather armor attached to him. Although it was dark all around, the faint moonlight still scattered down from time to time, reflecting on the golden hoop rings on the pair of fangs of the figure, and the bare limbs were not only slightly red, but also scattered mottled patterns, which were just like the flame priest who was still roaring beside the totem pole just now-Dasiruml Snake Shepherd

Darcyrum shook his head violently, and turned to the ancient oak tree beside him, hiding in a clump of leaves at the top, looking coldly into the distance, a pillar of fire was faintly standing in the sea of trees, dotted flames jumped around it, colliding with all kinds of magic, it seemed that the battlefield without the flame priest was still stalemate, and there was no sign of stopping at all.

Silently jumping down the oak tree, the troll priest stretched out his hands and looked at the magic pattern on his arm for a long time, and gradually let out a low laugh, but the laughter immediately stopped, and the priest turned into a black shadow, constantly churning and leaping in the dark oak forest, nimble not at all like a legal professional, and rushed towards the periphery of the oak forest.

And just a quarter of an hour after the priest left the place, Kyris and Kiel also appeared near the entrance of the cave, and the intermediate mage threw out a small crystal, floating in front of him, and in a whispered spell, the crystal began to emit a circle of shimmer, and the glimmer only condensed three or four circles, and began to shrink, and finally condensed into a small ball, and began to fly in one direction.

Looking at the cave on the ground, the mid-level mage waved his hand to put away the small crystal, and Kiel beside him was already squatting to check it.

"My lord, it's about the same size, but I've never seen this way!" Walking sideways to Kyrryth, Kiel whispered, although now Kiel can communicate with Kyris through telepathic perception, but it seems that the Shadow One is still more accustomed to normal communication methods, and when the mid-level mage took him away, he told him through psychic perception that the fire sacrifice in the center of the clearing was just a pure fire element, and the real troll sacrifice seemed to disappear after completing the ritual.

However, the secret hand that Kelreth left behind in this clearing was not only a vigilance, but also disposed of some soul dust. This is another discovery of soul powder by mid-level mages after both replenishing and restoring soul fire - a limited range of powerful sensing tracking.

As long as he enters that clearing, there is a chance that he will be contaminated with some soul dust, and before the dust dissipates, Kyris can vaguely perceive the existence of the other party. The direction where the troll sacrifice is located is the center of the clearing, which is naturally the focus of Kelris's arrangement, although because of the other party's ritual, it has experienced a violent energy baptism, but it has not had any impact on the soul dust, but because the dust itself has a limited time to exist, and the dust contaminated by the troll priest is not much, it is more difficult for the intermediate mage to sense, but it takes some tools, or they find the traces of the other party.

As soon as Kiel said something to Kyrryth, his eyes caught some traces, and he dodged to check a few nearby, before turning his head to look at the mid-level mage who had already followed.

"It's the direction of that little village in Rivendell!" frowning for a moment, Kelreth said to Kiel.

"Yes, my lord, the other party may have already arrived in the village. ”

"Let's go! Let's see this big fish!"

With a wave of the staff, Kyris flew up stealthily and began to fly towards the edge of the woods, looking down at Kiel who was speeding through the woods, the corners of the middle-level mage's mouth twitched slightly, he actually knew that the Shadow Man did not use full speed, and was completely following him, but now he is only a four-ring mage, and the reason why he can fly is only under the premise of levitation, purely using mental power to push himself forward, although it can be faster, but in that case, the consumption of mental power will outweigh the loss.

The secondary flying technique is a standard five-ring spell, and the higher-level flying technique is the six-ring, since being promoted to the fourth ring, although Kelrith still insists on exercising mental power every day, but the effect is obviously not as good as that of the lower level, although the intelligence attribute finally broke through 21 points not long ago, but this is still so fast with the residual power of the intermediate advanced level, the intermediate mage feels that if he relies on the mental power forging method alone, he will reach 23 points of intelligence to promote to the fifth ring position, it will take at least one to two years, which is not the hindrance of the possible promotion bottleneck。

Looking at the humans surrounding him with a gloomy face, the troll priest lowered his body slightly, looking around to find a way out, although this kind of monkey on the other side, even if a few hundred more is not a big problem for him, but at this moment he is still in the oak forest, thousands of years of war, the troll is also familiar with his enemies, especially as the original priest of Zumashal, just like the male elf mage said at the beginning, any magic fluctuations in the entire oak forest will attract the attention of the elves, because stationed in the depths of the oak forest, is the southern fortress of Quelsala, which gathers at least double digits of high-level mages, so as soon as the troll priest performs any sorcery, his will be immediately exposed to the elves.

The destination of this trip has been completed, and now what he needs most is time, as long as he is given enough time, a high-ranking priest of Zumashal will burst out of his true terrifying power, for this, he did not hesitate to give up the most loyal people, did not hesitate to give up the totem pole that protected the tribe for thousands of years, and did not hesitate to give up the responsibility that he was proud of.

One reached into an oak tree beside him, magically pulled out a spear, and the troll priest threw it out without warning, piercing the four monkeys, and then put the fifth one on top of an oak tree, watching the frightened monkeys slightly let go of the encirclement, Dasiruml smiled coldly.

"I'm just passing through here, get out of the way, I'll go, or kill them all!" the clear standard human lingua franca came out of the monster's mouth, causing a commotion from the human villagers again, most of them were just ordinary villagers, only a small part of them were private soldiers affiliated with Rivendell, and they were all just militiamen, all of them were just instinctively blocking this alien race here, because behind them, was their home.

"Trolls, this is Lordaeron's territory, leave!"

Pushing through the crowd, a middle-aged aristocratic man walked in with a warrior in black armor, who was the one he had met in the first place.

The aristocratic man glanced at the corpse nailed to the tree, turned his head and said coldly to the troll sacrifice, as he spoke, a set of bronze full-body armor had been attached to him, a giant shield one person high in front of him, and a one-handed sword in his right hand.

With a hint of impatience on his face, the Troll Priest stepped forward slightly.

"Human, do you want to shed a river of blood!"

"Beasts, you still don't kill many people!" the black-armored warrior stood aside, staring at the troll sacrifice and roaring in a low voice.

Slightly reddened face began to reveal an eerie cyan color, Dacirum slowly stood up, and a staff made of dead wood appeared in his hand, his eyes showing a bloodthirsty red, and the staff pointed at the black-armored warrior.