Originally, only two magisters remained within the empty Sanctum of the Sun. After a powerful resonance of magical energy, the temple's arcane brilliance dissipated, and the grand magister and his student, accompanied by a troll, arrived.
Now, another two elves also remained within the Sanctum of the Sun: Halduron and Liadrin. All members of the Silvermoon Council and the Farstriders had arrived at the Farstrider Enclave.
After the Grand Magister and Leylin returned safely, they said to the ones who were left behind, "You should also go to the Farstrider Enclave ahead of us. The trolls might make a move on it. My student and I are sufficient here in the temple."
Magister Idonis and Arcanist Janeda never dared to doubt the Grand Magister's decisions. As fellow magisters, they understood the power of Belo'vir's magic.
Upon receiving the order, the two mages left Sanctum of the Sun. Halduron and Liadrin as well complied, and went together with the two mages.
Having completed their mission, Belo'vir breathed a sigh of relief, removed his mage robes, and ascended to the second floor of the temple. Belo'vir needed to rest.
A magister who had consumed a great deal of magical energy and spirit needed sleep to adjust his state and replenish his magical energy.
"Interrogate this troll carefully; he knows a lot." The Grand Magister trusted his student. His student was excellent and knew what to ask.
Leylin nodded and greeted his mentor with a smile. Ral'jin was trapped in an arcane cage, unable to make any movements except for his facial expressions.
"You are not an elf, you are a human?" Ral'jin scolded Leylin, who was standing outside the temple and able to move freely.
"Maybe or maybe not. I guess your eyes aren't blind yet." Leylin's words were thorny. Leylin was already very friendly to this bastard who imprisoned Vereesa.
Leylin circled around Ral'jin, moving around him constantly. It was as if he was mocking him for being a prisoner, a prisoner who had lost his freedom.
Ral'jin, enraged by success, his white eyes bloodshot. "Don't get complacent, little bug! I'll devour you alive in a few days!"
Leylin sat leisurely on the temple's wooden bench, crossed his legs, and with a nonchalant gesture, continued, "Do you think you can return safely from here to Zul'Aman?"
"Of course you won't kill me," Ral'jin said arrogantly.
"With your voodoo and the rangers you captured?" Leylin suppressed his anger and maintained a calm expression. During this interrogation, he must not show any emotion.
Ral'jin suppressed his anger and sneered at Leylin, "You're quite clever, a parasite of the forest." Leylin had heard the term "forest parasite" before. Previously, all of Lordaeron, including the area north of Southshore, was the territory of the Troll Kingdom, who controlled the forests and creatures of the entire continent.
It was not until the rise of humans and the arrival of the elves that they gradually lost their dominance over the continent. The trolls called the elves "jackals and bandits in civilized disguise," while humans simply called them "parasites."
These insects, who once lived in tribal communities, had been robbing them of forest resources and using them as camps to build their homes, destroying the troll territory.
"Since you're so aware of your worth, tell me. How can you dispel the voodoo you've developed?" Leylin said bluntly. This was the ultimate goal of capturing Ral'jin.
Ral'jin laughed. "Do you take me for a fool? Or do you think you're mentally retarded? Hmm, little bug?"
The stupid troll was not only stubborn but also presumptuous. Seated on a bench, Leylin lifted a glass of cold apple drink and sipped it. Maintaining a relaxed demeanor allowed him to maintain the upper hand.
"Isn't that why we're here to negotiate?" Leylin set down the empty crystal cup.
Ral'jin snorted coldly, looking at Leylin with disdain. "You're worthy? A mere elf apprentice, a little human bug?"
"They say trolls are carnivorous, but I don't think you are." Leylin, after listening to Ral'jin's long rant, came to a conclusion.
Trolls have always prided themselves on their racial creed; killing and consuming their enemies is a glorious act. Ral'jin was no exception: "What do you want to say, foolish little bug?"
"From the way you speak, I thought you were always eating shit." This was a counterattack.
The damned bug sat upright on the bench, mocking him nonchalantly and calling him a ****. Ral'jin wished he could tear the arcane cage that bound him apart and devour the brat alive.
And before I tear him apart, I want him to be conscious. I want him to watch me devour his heart!
Ral'jin's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Leylin fiercely, not blinking. Hatred, resentment, and anger mingled in Ral'jin's eyes, completely projecting onto Leylin's body.
It was truly terrifying, a murderous intent only a troll who had experienced countless slaughters could possess.
Leylin completely ignored Ral'jin. Like Grand Magister Belo'vir, he employed various means to achieve victory, regardless of his opponent. These could be magic, political schemes, subterfuge, and sneak attacks.
Underlying all of these tactics, of course, was confidence—absolute confidence.
"Alright, stop staring, I'm not into trolls. Maintaining this posture is extremely exhausting. I never promised you food today, tomorrow, or even the day after tomorrow," Leylin said calmly.
Ral'jin enjoyed a high reputation within the Amani Empire. Though he held a low position, a mere witch doctor, Chief Zul'jin greatly appreciated him and bestowed upon him considerable authority.
Ral'jin, always a domineering figure within the empire, commanded respect through his own strength. But today, he was a prisoner, insulted by an apprentice living in the Quel'Thalas. He seemed so arrogant, so arrogant that he completely ignored his existence.
This was a shame for the trolls, a shame that could make the trolls die of shame. Ral'jin was different. He believed he could survive.
"Tell me the terms of your exchange," Leylin said, bringing the matter back to the point.
"Little bug, are you in charge?" Ral'jin said contemptuously.
"Yes, this is the task assigned to me by the Grand Magister. He believes that I am capable of this task." The conversations between Belo'vir and Leylin were always concise.
Leylin had been with the mentor for a month, and there was a tacit understanding between them, a very compatible tacit understanding.
Ral'jin knew the strength of the magister who had just ascended to the second floor of the temple. He was able to bind himself with a spell, and judging by the duration of this arcane spell for a long time, this should be a high ranked magister in Quel'Thalas.
This human was a student of a high magister, no wonder he could mock him like this. Ral'jin was silent, and he began to think.
After a long time, he said: "Come on, bug, we can talk."