I really didn't expect those so-called wilderness gods to be so powerful, a bit beyond Patrick's imagination, it turned out that the animal gods who had always thought of trolls were weak and weak, but I didn't expect that the divine power of animal gods also had the ability to realize spiritual power.

Speaking of which, the spellcaster of the troll also has the ability to be similar to that of a mage, Patrick thought of the old five demon lord Malakas of Zuaman, even the undead could not escape the grasp of the demon lord, and Malakas's soul absorption was also a tricky place back then.

In this battle, he forcibly crossed the level to use the arcane, and when he used his mental power to construct a spell, he was almost not sucked dry by the spell model, if Alan hadn't taken over halfway to output mana instead of himself, I'm afraid he would have to explain there this time.

There is a price to use large spells for skipping levels, when the magic power is insufficient, the spells that have been half-formed will absorb the caster's mental power, and even life force and soul as magic power, generally speaking, there is no difference between using large magic and suicide by skipping levels.

Patrick only relied on Allen's storage of a large amount of energy this time to get away with it.

His mind was still in a mess, and his headache was like he had been hammered, and Patrick was now trying to get up and get out of bed, but he didn't expect his body to keep moving, and he couldn't control his body.

[You can't control your body yet, your mental power is very weak, you have lost control of the arcane, and the arcane energy in your body is overflowing crazily. 】

"Okay......"

Patrick tightened his mind and put himself into a deep meditative state, and after this battle, Patrick felt that he had a new idea for his arcane practice.

Stretching his spirit and slowly spreading outward, although this battle greatly depleted Patrick's mental power, but thanks to Allen's help, it only made Patrick's mental power empty, and did not cause serious sequelae.

The spirit begins to spread outward, and Patrick feels that Aurelia is by his side.

"How long will it take you to wake up?" Patrick felt Aurelia's heart pray.

The spirit expands outward, and the outside world is full of fog in Patrick's spirit, and he can only slowly explore outward, slowly dispel the fog, and feel the spirits and environment outside.

Spiritual fluctuation feedback, Hawksbier and they really handed over, Silvermoon City sent new reinforcements, the crisis of the Eastern Temple was temporarily lifted, but the number of troops that needed to be put into defense was greatly increased.

Patrick's mental power began to rise, and the arcane particles that permeated the surroundings began to gather on Patrick's body, and Patrick felt that the world inside the sea of consciousness began to become colorful, like a black and white picture becoming a color picture.

I don't know how long it took, the spiritual power drove the return of the arcane energy, and the energy in the leylines seemed to have been pulled, and the arcane energy continued to enter Patrick's body, and the mental power had begun to recover.

Patrick observes his own sea of consciousness and begins to see the framework of the world for the first time, and the spiritualization of real things has already taken a basic rudiment.

Exploring consciousness, the spirit tends to be full, and stretches outward to perceive the real world. The mana has begun to rise, the arcane energy leakage has stopped, and he is about to be promoted.

"So fast?" Patrick himself was a little surprised, it was only a long time since he was promoted to the fifth ring.

Patrick didn't force it, the so-called boat to the bridgehead is naturally straight, and all Patrick has been doing is slowly accumulating arcane energy, practicing with spells, and exercising the spirit.

Almost recovered, Patrick got up and moved his body, feeling the fresh air after a long absence.

"Well, morning, everyone!" Patrick came to the Eastern Temple Hall.

"You're awake! How's your mental recovery going? Aurelia asked with some concern when she saw Patrick wake up.

"You're almost recovered, who is this?" Patrick looked at another new face.

"This is Baron Sangunar, who is the leader of this reinforcement, and the next two, one is Ranaya Sangunar and the other is Varela Sangunar." Aurelia said. "Thanks to your help in this battle, the battle report has been sent back to the Silver Moon Council, and I believe that the Council will answer soon."

"Okay, then I'll go to the mage area in the tower first, I need some spellcasting materials."

Leave the hall and come to the mage quarter.

"Patrick Arcanist, are you awake?" Idonis was surprised for a moment and added. "You've been promoted?"

"Yes, I want some Dream Leaf Grass and Demon Emperor Grass, do you have them here?"

"Yes, I'll let the attendant bring it to you later."

"Okay. Thank you! ”

"Thanks to you for this battle, Candires and I thank you very much." Idonis bowed his head slightly in respect.

Patrick sensed that the arcane in Idonis was very active, and he was a gifted mage. It turned out that the two mages who entered the forest of life with him were old acquaintances, one of the several mages who presided over the battle of ghosts in the previous lives of Idonis and Candiris.

After obtaining the Dream Leaf Grass and the Demon Emperor Grass, Patrick made his own elixir to help the body quickly return to its perfect state. As a member of the ancestral alchemy family, he has long been familiar with refining potions.

Feeling well, Patrick began to practice arcane arts in his study, this time planning to go to Dalaran in search of opportunities, and joined Aurelia's troops halfway through.

Promoted to the Sixth Ring, Patrick has been maintaining spiritual perception, which is a good way to exercise his mental power, Patrick doesn't want to waste time, and has been stepping up his cultivation.

Back in his study, Patrick began to prepare for the arcane practice, and shortly after he sat down, there was a knock at the door, and Aurelia pushed the door in.

"You're the hardest working mage I've ever met, and there's no mage in the whole of Quel'Thalas who can compare to you." Aurelia's appreciation was genuine.

The female elf sat unhurriedly on the sofa, her slender waist and abdomen were not covered, revealing the waist socket behind her, sitting on her legs, stilting her feet, and the snow-white thighs under the rangers were exposed, and Patrick's eyes were a little shaken with her white skin.

Patrick made hot water and brewed a cup of blood thistle tea and brought it to Aurelia.

"Is there anything you want me to do now?" Patrick asked.

The female elf picked up the teacup and looked at Patrick: "You've been promoted for a long time?" ”

"During this period of coma, although forcibly activating magic depleted my mental power, it allowed me to break free from the restriction of magical power, and in the process of slowly recovering my mental power, I began to work hard to recover my magical power."

"I felt the arcane energy before, and I wanted to be attracted to you, but it turned out that you were recovering." Aurelia looked at Patrick, her ears twitching slightly. "I've asked the Council to let you, as a special advisor to the Eastern Temple, stay here until the end of this campaign, I wonder what your plans are?"

"It's incumbent on me, the Eastern Temple also has some knowledge that I don't have, and staying here for the time being is a kind of learning."

Aurelia nodded in satisfaction and got up to leave.