The slanting glow sprinkled the tattered wooden walls, and after a greasy scroll was used, Penny finally squandered all the things with arcane elements on his body, and because his mind had been in a state of connection with the magic net for a long time, his mind was dizzy, and he could only stagger against the city wall, watching the battle under the city wall.

"Throw!"

The Berserkers of the Northlands rarely used bows and arrows, and at the sound of an order, a dozen fine iron axes flew out with the sound of howling wind, and several trolls were cut straight and fell to the ground with a howl, their bodies engulfed by the flames on the ground little by little.

Nearly a hundred trolls unleashed a continuous assault on the sentry throughout the afternoon, and in response, the berserkers sprinkled the ground outside the walls with fire oil, and once ignited, it was as if the entire village was enveloped in fire.

Although the trolls were unarmed, they were strong and agile, and many of them were able to bypass the fire and climb the walls, still causing a lot of trouble for the guards and soldiers.

One afternoon, two more berserkers fell on the ramparts, and the rest were wounded.

Serra's divine technique had been prayed for, and the holy healing technique had already been used, and her body was stained with blood from the fighting.

The battle has come to an end, and the last dozen or so trolls are being defeated by the fire of ranged weapons such as throwing axes.

Anel unleashed a sonic boom, blowing up a group of trolls, and the short bow in his hand shot out sharp arrows, overturning the trolls in the sea of fire, and after a long time, seeing that the trolls were gone, and a scattered cheer broke out above the village, he gasped and leaned against the wall:

"It's hard to resist an attack, and you can't go on like this. ”

Penny nodded, didn't even have the strength to speak, and staggered down the wall.

He finally experienced what it was like to have a rapid metabolism of brain cells, and now, he just wanted to take a break.

The berserkers around them were also exhausted, looking at the eyes of the three Penny, they were greatly improved, and the afternoon of fighting side by side could at least let them know that these people were really here to help, and how much they could help and not to mention, after all, it was not to watch the excitement of soy sauce. This is already worthy of their respect.

At the end of the battle, a few children came out of the village on the side and surrounded the blood-stained warriors, and Serra, who took off her giant helmet, was obviously more popular, and the divine grace of the holy warrior made her already beautiful face doubly, and it was very attractive to children:

"Ma'am, you are so beautiful. ”

The paladin blushed embarrassedly, she had never been exposed to such a scene since she was a child, but the feeling of being loved made her very useful, she carefully rolled up her blood-stained robe, "Be careful, don't get blood." ”

"Lesserman's manhood is not afraid of blood and war. The little boy raised his head and wiped two smears of blood on his face with a heroic expression.

"Angels, you're bragging again!" the children laughed, dragging the children away and making a fuss.

A smile appeared on Serra's face, and suddenly she felt someone tugging at the corner of her robe, and she looked down, but it was a little girl staring at her: "Ma'am, the village will be fine, will it?"

Serra looked at the sentry soaked in blood and fire, her eyes dimmed slightly, and then she cheered up with a bright light, took a breath, and lowered herself to gently hug the little girl:

"Believe that the apostles of Tyre will do their best to save everyone who deserves to be saved. ”

"Ahem, don't spread the faith, people here don't eat Tyre's set. The bard coughed and spoiled the atmosphere with a terrible phrase, and the paladin suddenly got up and frowned in displeasure:

"You know, Mr. Stefani, with just your words, I have good reason to invite you to a duel. ”

"Really, the bastards of the Order camp can't even make jokes, boring little ones. Arnell pursed his lips, turned his head to see Penny lying under a large tree with his head bowed in thought, and reached out to touch him: "Mage, what are you thinking?"

"I wonder why so many trolls are attacking this village, and what is the reason?" Penny said, "If we can know the reason, maybe there is a solution to the dilemma." If this offensive continues for a few more days in the afternoon, I doubt that we will be able to hold on. ”

As soon as these words were spoken, the bard and the paladin looked thoughtful together.

"I have to say, you have some truth in what you think. The bard nodded, "Perhaps we should ask the old lady Sariphon what she knows." ”

"Mr. Stefani, I wonder how many dueling invitations you've received since you were a child......? It should be corrected. Another unpleasant voice came from the side, and Arnell scratched her head in embarrassment when she saw the witch whom he called 'the old woman' approaching:

"Sorry, sorry, get used to it. ”

"I don't think it's a good habit. Sally Fen shook her head and turned to Penny: "I heard your consideration just now, after this afternoon's battle, I think you should be given enough trust, in fact, the reason for the troll attack is probably related to one of our elders." ”

Elderly?

Penny thought about what he had seen.

The first group of Lethman elders were the male surnamed Red Robe who chose the northern camp when the Red Robe Mage Society split, after the founding of the Leeselman state, these people belonged to the Witches' Council and were generally respected by the Leeselmans, but most of them lived in inaccessible places, and they rarely recruited apprentices, and their whereabouts were secretive, and they were known for being good at making magical items.

For some reason, the Lesselman Witch Society does not allow witches to come into contact with the technology of making magical items, so most of Lesserman's magic product craftsmanship is passed down to these elders, and the elders have a very high status in the Witch Society, and they are not under 'Oslow'.

"Let's take our time. Salifen led a few people into the hut, sat down and rested for a while, and then told the reason: "The elder who lives near here is named Ocruz, he has great wisdom and strength, and he is also very familiar with the souls of the nearby forest. ”

"So...... As long as we find this old man, the dilemma here will be solved?" said Serra in thought.

"It's not that simple, because we don't know where to go to him. Sally Fen spread her hands: "We sent a team to search his residence, most of the valuable things in it were taken away, it seems that he went far away, but we don't know where he went, let alone why he didn't inform us." ”

"Did you find any clues?" asked Penny

"There are some clues, but I haven't found a clue. The witch pulled out a heavy brown paper, with a quill between the title page, as if it were a mage's usual study note, and Penny took it, opened it, and gradually frowned:

"This mage's research seems to be very ...... Abstruse. ”

"It's a pity that my spell-casting ability comes from nature, and I don't have too much research on arcane to decipher this thing. Sally Fen spread her hands: "Maybe you can see something." ”

"Born with spell-casting ability, you're a warlock?" Penny glanced at Sally Fen in surprise.

There are two main types of arcane spellcasters on Faeron, one is the mage who has gained arcane power through intensive research, and the other is the caster called the warlock, who is the darling of the magic web.

They may be gifted, or they may have some magical creatures in their blood, they don't need to be like mages to bury their heads in arcane texts and a large number of texts, and they don't need to go through complicated procedures to prepare spells, they only need to use their minds to invoke spells, and spells will automatically appear in their minds, and as time grows, their connection with the magic web will also deepen, so they are the object of envy of many mages.

Some of these people have lower abilities and will use their magic to perform tricks, often becoming a bard.

However, due to the ease of spell casting, most of the warlocks' research work on arcane arts is usually so-so, and even more even chanting spells and casting spells, but they don't even know a single arcane text, so doing magic research is still a mage's specialty.

"Yes, so I can't decipher Lord Ocruz's notes. Sally Fen nodded a little embarrassedly: "If I could decipher, maybe there wouldn't be so many people dead in the village." ”

He sighed.

Penny flipped through his notes, his brow furrowed, and the few people around him looked at him expectantly.

"Brother, I'm counting on you. The bard whistled lightly.

"Don't interrupt, Mr. Stefani. Serra glared at Arnell disapprovingly.

As the minutes ticked by, Penny quietly finished the notebook and looked up: "This master's research...... Seems to be related to the shadow plane...... Looking at his final experiment, it seems that he is going to open a dimensional rift in his home. ”

"Shadow plane?"

Sallyfin's brow furrowed.

......

The more I write, the more I feel like a running group note......

I don't know if this kind of writing is good or not.

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