One moment he was still worried about not having enough elemental energy, and the next minute it was a different situation. The power of the elements swept through everything, and the Phantom Pony that remained outside swelled three times in an instant, then exploded like a balloon.

The Rainbow Orb wasn't in a good state either, and Siegel could even hear the screams of the magic when the spell structure was stretched to its limit. If this layer of protection is breached, he will have to transform into a skeleton state in order to save his life, and try his best to keep his body down, preferably into the ground. There should be no magical energy left in the body, and it is best to discard all magical items so that there can be a theoretical glimmer of life.

Although it is relatively safe under the ground, it does not mean that it is safe and sound. Siegel felt the vibrations of the incessant explosion, which originated in Master McGonagall's dark chamber. The magic tools inside are now dangerous bombs, and the protective barrier is the largest. They have no resistance to the surge, and they have all become the culprits who have harmed their masters.

However, Mage McGonagall's biggest trouble doesn't come from these magic items. She can't cast spells, so she's filled with a lot of magical energy, which is the most dangerous thing in the surge. Siegel is pessimistic that McGonagall is afraid that she will not be able to die.

The rainbow magic ball began to crack, and a terrifying emotion crept in, like waiting for the five horses to be separated. Then, with a snap, the outermost purple color disappeared.

Siegel gasped and prepared for the most dangerous situation. It was at this time that the god of luck finally favored the two, and the elemental surge finally passed.

Everything around has changed, and there is no more fog that obscures the sky. The long-lost sunshine has revisited the land, shedding the last warmth before the arrival of winter.

As far as the eye can see, there are many trees around that are about to die. Their branches and leaves had long since turned yellow, and they were gasping weakly. But the sun is giving them strength again, and the trees are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Green climbed up and drove away the gray and yellow. Even if they don't get back to health right away, the plants have been able to survive.

Originally, the dense fog contained a certain amount of magical power, and the qi element reported it when it stirred the wind wall. Naturally, elemental surges do not let go of these magical energies. Sweep them all away. I just don't know how big this surge is, and I hope it won't affect Heim Territory.

With the view no longer obstructed, and Master McGonagall's dwelling on a hill, Siegel could see the horizon in the distance. He could see a few miles to the west a troop of cavalry marching slowly from the ridge of the ridge on a long line. It was Viscount Puran's tracking procession, who had cheered after the fog had cleared, and were now on their horses. Get ready to start riding.

And in the direction of the north, Siegel saw a spectacle that he would never forget for the rest of his life. A dense forest of dark colors, each with its top taller than the castle's turrets, resembles giants standing upright. There are no gaps between the dense foliage, like an impermeable wall. Where do these numbers come from, and why do they grow so well?

The sky soon changed, and strange blue-purple clouds appeared above the trees, intermingled with strange golden lightning. From there came a low rumbling thunder. But there was not a single thunderbolt or a drop of rain to be seen.

Siegel took a deep breath and wiped his face. Helped Moore to his feet. The concentration of the surrounding elements is constantly recovering, and it will soon return to normal conditions, and it seems that the surge will not happen again, and they are safe for the time being. Where the energy has been swept by, there is no longer a feeling of dampness and unbearable, and the climate that seems to belong to the wasteland has begun to return. Siegel looked far away. As far as the horizon begins, there is not the slightest spectacle of ghostly swamps.

"What the hell is going on??, what about the fog, what about the swamp?" Moore looked blankly at the drastic changes around him, at a loss.

"I'm not so sure. Siegel replied, but the calmness in his tone reassured Mohr. "There has just been a very dangerous elemental surge. Perhaps it was this phenomenon that dispelled the dense fog of the Ghost Fog Swamp. ”

"Shall we go back then?" asked Moore.

"Okay, wait a minute, the surrounding environment is gradually stabilizing. ”

I don't know anything about magic Mor, it's an unfathomable means that belong to the lord. However, it seems that the surroundings are much safer, and the field of vision has expanded. At this time he spotted Viscount Puran's cavalry ranks, and just in case, he put away his longsword and removed the longbow from his back.

"Don't worry, they won't be able to make it. Siegel took out his wand and began to examine the surrounding elements. At this moment, the blue-purple clouds in the distance finally began to thunder, and the golden light slammed into the dense forest of huge trees.

There was a crackling sound and a rumbling thunder, followed by a second thunderbolt, which became faster and faster. After a while, golden lightning flashed together, and thunderbolts were as dense as raindrops. No one is immune to such an environment, right?

But to Siegel's surprise, all the trees were unharmed. He saw a continuous stream of silver light glittering from the leaves, like the sparkling waves on a summer lake. When he saw this spectacle, he realized where the trees came from: the entire forest was full of rune trees of the elves!

How could you see a large number of rune trees so far south, and why did they grow in the Ghost Mist Swamp? And the crucial question was, what the hell were those golden lightning bolts doing, and why did they keep slashing at the trees?

The thunder gradually subsided, and the blue clouds quickly disappeared, and then the wind rose. The pentagonal strange moss that had been lurking in the soil all opened their leaves and rose with the wind like wings, forming a cloud that stretched for dozens of miles, flying in the direction of the dense forest. The rune trees began to shake constantly, attracting all the moss around them like a whirlpool, merging them together.

Immediately after, the trees let out a low roar, like a giant beast. Then, in Moore's widening gaze, the rune trees stood up one by one, pulling their roots out of the dirt as their feet, and the waving branches and leaves were their arms.

They are taller than the Arrow Tower, and they are incomparably more powerful. It's a legion of trees, even more powerful than the average treeman. The key is their number, only within Siegel's field of vision. There were more than two thousand tree giants that could be distinguished, forming a huge circle array.

Several black figures flew out of the circle of trees, levitating above the trees. Siegel used magic to enhance his vision, and saw that it was a mage of three elves, wearing magical robes decorated with stars and moons. With the help of magic, Siegel also saw some elves dressed in gray-green leather armor. He was standing on the shoulders of the giant of the trees, and his hands were constantly gesturing with some mysterious gestures. It was too far away for Siegel to tell what spell they were casting.

The Legion of Tree Giants shook their bodies in unison, and then took a step towards the north, mighty like a wave, and its momentum was no worse than that of an elemental surge. What are these tree giants going to do, and what are the elves planning? The elemental surge that just happened was obviously not a natural formation, it was definitely the work of these elves. How did they gather such a huge amount of energy, and what conspiracy was hidden behind the painstaking efforts?

An elf flying in the air looked in the direction of Siegel. The sharp gaze pierced the distance of dozens of miles, and still made Siegel feel threatened. The elf took out his wand and began to cast a spell, and Siegel knew only by the gesture of his raised hand that it must be a spell related to teleportation.

Siegel immediately waved his wand, it doesn't matter what elemental concentration level is at this time! The elves are not good, they must not want anyone to know about their big moves here, and the surge of the elements is the best way to clear the field. Siegel barely survived with the help of the iridescent orb, but the ring needed time to slowly regain its energy. He definitely didn't have the ability to save his life in the hands of those elven mages.

The vortex of teleportation appeared in front of Siegel, opposite the city of Myr in the Heim Realm. There's his Elemental Rune Circle there. It's like the home of the Magic Tower, which can provide some protection. Siegel shoved Moore, who was still stunned, in, and stepped in.

In this short split second, a lot happened. The dark room was blasted open by an explosion, and the transparent, glowing green, fire-elemental version of Mage McGonagall flew up. Her body was wrapped in many magic scrolls, like a mummy awakened.

The chains that had been tied to the wrists flew in the air. It's like having life. The power of the elements wraps around it, leaving a constant trail of fire or lightning. She let out an angry shout, but what appeared in her throat was not like a human voice at all, but a primordial howl similar to that of a beast.

At the same time, the elven mage also reached the hill through any door. He had a sad expression in his gaze, but he clutched a slender flame javelin in his hand. The power of magic emanated from him, and Siegel felt a very obvious coercion. This is a Shaping Mage who is proficient in elemental control, and combined with the elves' innate elemental affinity, he is especially dangerous. Whether it's fire, lightning, or ice, it's more powerful and more accurate when cast by the Shaping Mage.

Siegel stepped into the teleportation with one foot.

McGonagall saw the elven mage and shouted, opening her mouth. Like a dragon spewing out elemental power, McGonagall spat out torrents of lightning and ice from her throat. With a wave of his hand, the elven mage hurled the flaming javelin at McGonagall. The two forces met in the air and were supposed to annihilate each other.

Siegel stepped in halfway, leaving only one last hurried glance.

The elven mage's lightning pierced McGonagall's icy torrent without slowing down and slammed into McGonagall's body. And the torrent also passed through the battlefield space, enveloping the body of the elven mage. Siegel only saw an elemental barrier rise from the elven mage's body in the end, and the torrent did not cause any damage. And Mage McGonagall's body was definitely no longer human, and the flaming javelin was absorbed by the scroll cloak on her body, leaving no visible wounds.

Siegel stepped over the teleportation channel, his feet already on the ground of Myr. He looked back, and the passage formed by the whirlpool was gradually closing. In a split second, he thought of a number of questions: teleportation spells could leave trails, and mages who were proficient in this way would be able to deduce the destination of the spell from the remaining magic fluctuations. McGonagall's system is weird, but there are more elven mages, and there is an entire army of Tree Giants. The elves' victory is expected, so will they follow the vine and find the city of Myr?

So the mage pulled the rune array of the elemental focusing lens from his wand, and the flame crystal inside shone brightly. He gave the order to make the Elemental Focal Lens run at full strength, drain all the energy in the Flame Soul Crystal, and then burst out.

Then, before the teleportation channel could close, he threw the elemental focusing lens over.

The shining hedron reflected in the eyes of the fighting elven mage, and McGonagall, who was dominated by instinct, also felt a palpitation. A powerful flash of light erupted from the top of the hill, a vigorous burst of elemental and plasma energy smoothing everything around it. All magical fluctuations have vanished without a trace, and no one can track them anymore.

In the distance, several elven mages who had not yet arrived glanced at each other, and with their naturally sharp eyes, they saw what was thrown out of the portal. They had never seen an elemental focusing lens before, but they were no strangers to the Flame Soul Crystal.

More than half a year ago, a human mage sent information that the Knox Guild was using the power of the Flame Soul Crystal to construct a magic tower, intending to unify the entire New World. The elves then investigate, and find this highly likely. The Flame Crystal is a substance unique to the Knox Guild, and only they know how to make, extract, and use it.

Therefore, the explosion that occurred in the depths of the Morritt Wasteland was considered by them to be a means of the Knox Society.

"Inform the King of the Forest, Knox has noticed. An elven mage said, "In order to win, we must take the initiative!" (to be continued......)