Powerful arcane energy completely bound Zul'ajik to his spot. The marks of the void on his forehead and feet prevented him from moving.
Finally, the anger in his eyes gradually gave way to fear. He had been imprisoned by a Grand Magister of Silvermoon City, and his fate was clear.
After Zul'ajik was imprisoned, Senethir's teleportation arrays were completed. Without the aid of any other mages, the Magister could perform teleportation tasks independently.
Controlling the massive water elementals to continuously attack the Eagle God, Nallorath and Leylin approached the teleportation array.
Grand Magister Belo'vir didn't hesitate either, completing his mission with remarkable success. Using a simple magical energy to propel Zul'ajik, the once-invincible troll was slowly pushed into the teleportation array.
The few remaining troll witch doctors, their core removed, watched like lost lambs as a few hungry wolves carried off their leader. Perhaps they wanted to resist, but reality was harsh; they could not directly confront the mages.
The best course of action now was to return to Zul'Aman and fully inform what had transpired.
The troll witch doctors left the fake sacrificial altar, while the magisters took Zul'ajik back to the Sanctum of the Sun.
The detailed interrogation was entrusted to Grand Magister Belo'vir, who possessed a mastery of the art of mental reading. If Belo'vir desired to know anything within his mind, Zul'ajik would not refuse.
After completing his mission, Leylin enjoyed a brief moment of leisure. Besides a few scratches and some dirt, this was his only respite since arriving in the Ghostlands.
But diligent and dedicated, Leylin refused to waste this brief moment. He walked to the open meadow outside the temple, deliberately separating himself from the rangers and mages.
Alone, he leaned against a massive ancient tree and began his magical training.
This training compressed his time considerably; Leylin played with his mastery of arcane and even use his multicast spell mastery, and the entire afternoon had already passed.
Slowly, he pushed himself upright, muscles tense yet graceful in their movement. With a calm, almost playful smile, Leylin stretched his arms, the motion fluid and deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world.
In a swift, seamless motion, he whispered an incantation—his voice soft but resonant with arcane intent. Instantly, in the space before him, thirty luminous orbs of shimmering energy burst into existence, each one a miniature sphere of swirling runes and flickering light.
They hovered in perfect synchronization, dancing and darting like mischievous fireflies caught in a gentle breeze.
With a deft flick of his wrist, Leylin manipulated the orbs, their movements playful yet precise. They spun around him in a choreographed ballet, some darted forward, then retreated; others floated lazily in loops, shimmering with vibrant hues of blue, gold, and violet.
The orbs responded to his unspoken commands, weaving a mesmerizing pattern that showcased his skill and control over arcane forces.
"Is this the latest method of spell mastery? I don't think I've ever seen it before," Aminel suddenly said from behind Leylin.
The usually focused Leylin only just realized Aminel's presence. He suspected she had been standing behind him for a while.
"This is a method of magic mastery taught to me by a human mage friend of mine," Leylin replied truthfully.
"No wonder, the way this spell works is a bit crazy. It seems to disregard the amount of magical energy consumed by casting these spells simultaneously." Aminel's magical theories were known for being conservative.
As an elf, she deeply understood the importance of magical energy to her kind, elven mages. Indiscriminately expending energy would put them in a very passive position.
Most elven mages couldn't tolerate the feeling of being overdrawn and deprived of the nourishment of their magical energy.
Leylin nodded. This kind of spell mastery was indeed unique. "Yes, the almost frantic pursuit of a super-powerful burst of power sounds quite exciting."
Aminel emphasized the word "human." "Yes, it is indeed very exciting!"
"What do you want to see me for, an affiliate mage?" Leylin brought the conversation back to the point.
Aminel smiled and said, "Don't say that. At the rate you accumulate points, you will soon become a Councilor member of the Silvermoon Council. By then, we will be mages of the same position. Are you looking down on yourself so much now to embarrass me?"
After hearing this, Leylin was a little confused: "I don't have such thoughts. You may be overthinking it."
Aminel snorted coldly: "It's best not to have such thoughts. I don't want my friends to be some braggart, who likes to show off their achievements every day."
"Okay, let's get down to business." Leylin tried his best to get the topic back on track.
Aminel nodded, her voice suddenly weak, and she said: "Thalorien Dawnseeker is seeking a unit for assistance from the Sanctum of the Sun. They are going to attack Zeb'Nowa head-on."
"Why are you suddenly looking for trouble with the trolls?" Leylin asked with some confusion.
"This is the decision of the royal court. King Anasterian wishes to advance our Runestone further east. The trolls have been rising with particular force this year, and we must take appropriate measures to suppress them in order to achieve a stable and peaceful living environment." Aminel explained.
After hearing this, Leylin pondered for a moment and said, "I will do my utmost to assist Thalorien Dawnseeker, so what do I need to do?"
"Joining Thalorien's army, we'll need to engage the trolls head-on." Aminel said, frowning.
A head-on engagement, now this was a mission he'd love to take; this time, it would be a true massacre with the trolls.
Leylin straightened and said, "No problem, I'll go."
Hearing Leylin's affirmative response, Aminel continued, "You might consider it first. This is no easy task, after all."
"Are you going, Teacher?" Leylin asked.
"I'll go, but you..." Aminel hesitated.
"I don't think I'm special. I'll just treat this as a training exercise. After all, I'm not entering this battle alone."
Aminel suddenly smiled, smoothing her short golden hair. "I'm asking for trouble. Perhaps I should treat you as an elf now. You're a student of Grand Magister Belo'vir, and a member of our elven magisters."
Leylin agreed with Aminel. He was human, but in Quel'Thalas, his mission was no different from that of the elven mages.