This unique magical energy, called arcane, is not elemental magical energy. Unlike the elemental magical energies of frost and fire, arcane energy is not easily manipulated by the caster.
Mages can enslave frost and fire, freely controlling these elemental energies. But this is not the case with arcane magic.
Mages must mobilize and guide them. Of course, this is also another skill in mastering a specific type of magical energy.
After a long moment, Leylin emerged from his magical perception. The room was quiet. Magister Nallorath was still there, peacefully sitting across from Leylin, sleeping soundly on his back on a bench.
His posture was unsightly, but fortunately, no one else was there.
After removing the fuzzy white cloak hanging from the wall and covering the Mentor with it, Leylin cautiously left the Mentor's residence.
He needed to get some sleep; tomorrow's mission wouldn't allow him to be absent.
The next day arrived quickly, and the Sanctum of the Sun was as quiet as usual. The mages and rangers were absorbed in their tasks, unaware that the three magisters were about to proceed with their plan.
Magister Senethir mastered the art of teleportation. Thousands of years ago, Senethir personally taught magic to human aspirants, imparting his own magical knowledge to those eager to learn.
The Magister's generosity was unforgettable to the mages of Dalaran. A distinguished Archmage, Ansirem Runeweaver, codified his theories into the school of Transmutation, specifically for human mages.
Of course, there are many different schools of magic to pursue, including Illusion and Channeling.
Unlike their previous infiltration method, Senethir, possessing a mastery of teleportation, used his own teleportation spells to magically create a floating map based on the map brought back by Leylin.
It's hard to imagine how the Magister could have calculated and created such precise distances and markings in such a short time.
According to the previously laid plan, Magister Senethir was to teleport Leylin to the location marked on the map near the sacrificial altar. This "bait" would be sent there immediately, allowing Zul'ajik to confidently escape.
Of course, Leylin didn't rush into the troll encirclement alone. He was accompanied by the phantoms of three Magisters. These phantoms also possessed considerable magical power.
Of course, these phantoms weren't just there to protect Leylin; they also served as his companions.
"Ready?" Magister Senethir said to Leylin.
Calmly, Leylin closed his eyes and nodded.
Magical circles inscribed at Leylin's feet and forehead suddenly materialized, then vanished in a flash of purple light. Magister Senethir's divine presence guided Leylin precisely to the sacrificial altar near Zul'Aman.
The Magisters' phantoms followed closely behind Leylin, who crouched halfway up the mountainside, not making a single move. Around him, the forest was already filled with a white mist of sorcery.
The trolls had been prepared; this was their plan. Zul'ajik knew the elves' character; they had suffered defeat here before.
They wouldn't give up. The elves, unable to tolerate defeat, would surely return with even greater power. Therefore, this time, Zul'ajik had prepared a feast for these foolish mages.
However, in this head-on battle, one side would inevitably remain ignorant of true power!
Leylin, acting as bait, didn't remain entrenched. He cautiously released his divine power, using his outward magical senses to determine what lay beyond the mist ahead.
It was undoubtedly the leader, Zul'ajik, whose return magical senses revealed the answer.
Zul'ajik, unlike today's calm, stood there, just as his mentor had promised.
The Magister's phantoms began to move, disappearing into the white mist, their powerful spells relentlessly slaying the trolls lurking within.
For a moment, the white mist of sorcery took on a bloody scent. Even more blood-red smoke began to slowly approach Leylin.
The leader, enraged, tore through the enveloping fog and charged at the illusions of the Magisters. Drawing on the primal power of the Nalorakk, the bear god, Zul'ajik, the leader, engaged the illusions with ferocity.
Leylin, in turn, sensed a group of trolls stealthily approaching him. Even though the fog concealed these stupid trolls.
Leylin coldly gazed into the mist, channeling the magical energy within his body. The arcane light on his chest shone brightly, and a ring of arcane energy erupted, eliciting wails from the trolls.
Their weapons fell at Leylin's feet, their bodies ripped apart by the arcane energy.
"Tear these foolish mages to pieces. The Loa we revere thirsts for their blood," Zul'ajik uttered bloodthirsty and sinister words as they frantically attacked the Magisters' illusions.
Clearly, they had the upper hand in this battle.
After tearing these flesh-and-blood phantoms apart, Zul'ajik confidently dispelled all the witchcraft mist.
"Human mage, you've indeed come here with the best supplies for sacrifice. You're so smart, you should understand who is the master in this forest!" Zul'ajik walked up to Leylin, his body hunched, his sharp fangs piercing Leylin's eyes.
Behind Zul'ajik were fifty troll witch doctors, and he was now fully prepared for this battle.
"Really? We shall see who will be the last one standing." Leylin said confidently.
Zul'ajik was annoyed. Didn't this foolish human know what fear and death were? Did this pretentious attitude really mean that he had completely lost hope in survival?
"You will die here. I will make you endure the greatest and most humiliating torture, and then die in agony. I will let you know what the price of deceiving me is!" Zul'ajik said fiercely.
Leylin sneered: "Looking at your furious look, no wonder you are so afraid of Ral'jin's growth."
Speaking of the internal struggles among the trolls, this was something the teacher once told him. The teacher once peeped into Ral'jin's thoughts. In Ral'jin's mind, the biggest threat to his power struggle was Zul'ajik.
"How dare you! I'm going to poke your eyes out now!"
The strong left hand tightly grasped Leylin's shoulders, and the pointed fangs were like sharp daggers, stabbing straight into Leylin's eyes.
The priest's sealing spell restrained Leylin's movements, but Leylin remained unmoved. Because he felt the powerful magical energy surging around him!
His eyes flickered with a quiet intensity as he felt it—an overwhelming surge of magical energy crackling like a storm just beyond the veil of his senses. It coursed through the room, vibrant and unstoppable, a force of raw power that made the very air shimmer with anticipation.
Though restrained, Leylin's mind was sharper than ever. He sensed the energy's source—an ancient, primal force awakening, eager to break free.
The spell's bindings could hold his body, but they could not contain his awareness, his connection to the unseen currents of magic swirling around him.
A faint smile touched his lips. He knew this was the moment he had been waiting for—a rare convergence of power, a sign that the universe was offering him an opportunity. The magical energy pulsed again, brighter and more intense.