Elisande's body was shaking involuntarily.

The rain washed away the blood stained on the haggard face, which was sprayed from the arteries of Myrna - her best friend and the previous student who was sacrificed by the troll.

Myrna fell next to the altar, her petite body being left there like a useless sack, twitching slightly. Her long light purple hair, which was wet from the rain, was messy and stuck to her cheeks, and her round eyes were

Her beautiful big eyes have long since lost all life, and blood foam is still pouring out from the corners of her mouth, making a gurgling sound...

Elisande closed her eyes. She couldn't cry. Her tears had already dried up during the painful experience of half a month. Now she was only numb. The continuous torture had left her without any sense of death, as if it was

Just a common word.

She was in pain, the bruises on her body, her wrists that were tightly bound by ropes, and her lower abdomen that was hit with a wooden stick by a troll jailer yesterday because she tried to resist... Her whole body ached. It was so painful that even her small gasps turned into

A difficult move.

But she didn't understand.

Why do trolls do this to us?

The past half month was the most painful experience in her life. During the graduation practice course of the Basic Magic Academy, Teacher Nelson took them to the outskirts of the city to practice magic. Suddenly a troll appeared and captured all the apprentices.

Daza also killed Teacher Nelson, who had always treated Elisande as his own.

Trolls tortured them and forced them to reveal the secrets of magic. How had they ever experienced this when they were only teenagers? They were all frightened.

After discovering that they didn't understand much at all, the troll simply began to use evil voodoo magic to extract their magic power. People kept dying, and the troll would take away a few every day, and the people who were taken away never came back.

For a whole week, they spent in fear and darkness in the dank dungeon. Until today they were brought to the altar - these savage trolls wanted to sacrifice them to the equally savage Loa gods!

Elisande's neck hurt. A strong hand held her neck from behind and pushed her onto the altar, pressing her face tightly against the cold altar that was wet by the rain.

.

Sudden……

She felt a chill on her neck, and all the fine hairs stood up...

It was a dagger exuding infinite chill that stuck to her skin. She wanted to resist, but her petite and weak body could not break away from the big iron-like hand, which instead triggered the cruel laughter of the troll behind her.

Am I going to die?

It shouldn't be very painful. No matter how painful it is, it won't be as painful as the troll's voodoo soul-draining spell.

Dad, Mom, where are you?

Wow…

The rain is still falling.

Looking at Myrna's pale face that had lost all warmth, Elisande thought of her parents who had died long ago.

No, they are all dead, teachers, classmates...

All dead.

Home?

The memory of home has long been blurred.

I will be alone and become the troll's last sacrifice.

Why do they do this to us?

Click!

A thunder that almost shattered the eardrums exploded in the heavy rain, and the eyes were as bright as day, stinging little Elisande's eyes.

Bang bang bang...

The chill on his neck disappeared, and the dagger seemed to fall to the ground. Elisande felt a lightness on his body, and the troll holding him down from behind disappeared, followed closely by the dull sound of a corpse falling to the ground.

The ropes binding his wrists and ankles were also unknowingly loosened.

what happened?

Elisande wanted to stand up straight and take a look, but when she thought about the consequences of doing so, she refused. She would receive another heavy blow from the troll behind her, and then be roughly pressed on the altar again...

But curiosity still defeated her fear. She supported the countertop with her painful little hands, tentatively stood up, rubbed the rain out of her eyes, and looked forward...

Elisande saw a tall and thin figure.

In the rainy sky, he stood facing himself. Thunder and lightning kept falling from the sky, illuminating the world, but not his face. Everything in his field of vision was like a magical image played in freeze-frame. In Elisande's sight,

A series of afterimages were left behind.

In her peripheral vision, she saw the trolls running towards this side in a chaotic manner, groups of trolls running towards this side, and many priests looking at the man with horrified faces, running away on their hands and knees into the distance...

He stretched out a hand towards her, "Come on, I'll take you home."

Click!

There was another thunder that instantly illuminated the world. In the pale background, this tall and thin figure was in sharp contrast with the surrounding things. Elisande could only see clearly...

That broad hand stretched out towards him.

go home?

She couldn't help but froze, and subconsciously put her little hand full of bruises and scars into the big hand.

his hand……

very warm.

It's this cold rainstorm, this brutal troll city, and it's the only warmth in this miserable half-month.

desired temperature.

The big hands slowly clenched, and the gray world instantly regained its color, just like someone was filling in color in a dark picture that had been riddled with darkness and despair. The endless mountains in the distance regained their vitality,

Torches wrapped in pine tar and beeping and burning in the rain reflected the miserable ceremony site. The corpses of young students seemed to be telling the inhumane cruelty of the trolls...

Elisande lifted the strands of hair from her forehead and looked up at him.

He was wearing a fiery red robe, was thin and tall, and had fair skin. He had deep facial features and a gentle smile in his peaceful eyes.

The rain was still falling, and in the sky full of rain, Elisande found in a daze that this figure gradually overlapped with the vague impression of her father deep in her memory. In him, she felt the long-lost warmth.

Elisandre took his hand, stepped over the altar and threw herself into his arms.

Around him, there was no rain and no blood.

Elisande was almost immediately enveloped in the warm aura emanating from this man, as if she had fallen into a warm velvet bed. She buried her face deeply into the broad arms, greedily breathing in the warmth on his body.

There was an inexplicably familiar smell, and I felt an unprecedented sense of security.

The pain all over my body, the half-month-long torture, none of this matters anymore...

Because she found a home.

Elisande cried out loudly, and her aggrieved voice was extremely clear in the raging thunder, reaching straight into the sky.

…

"Okay, it's all over. Let's go home now." Angmar comforted softly, patting little Elisande's back gently. The warm sunwell essence flowed along his palm and entered the girl's body.

, repairing the scars caused by torture.

After a while, the girl's sobbing gradually subsided, her breathing became steady, and she fell asleep in Angmar's arms.

She is too tired.

Even a rock-solid adult cannot bear half a month of torture, let alone a little girl who is only in her teens and whose mind is far from mature.

Angmar knew that even if he did not take action, the voodoo ritual would be interrupted due to accidents, and Elisande would not die. Instead, he would eventually be rescued by the royal mage who infiltrated Zuldazar, and become Su according to the original historical trajectory.

The next great mage of Rama City.

But Angmar just couldn't help watching this little girl suffer even a little bit more. Three months ago, when he saw the suffering Elisande for the first time, he was surprised that in his heart he actually felt sorry for this girl who had been tortured by him because of him.

After being rescued and deeply dependent on him, the Grand Mage of the Night's Son, who was still young, developed feelings that were difficult to let go of.

He couldn't explain clearly why he did this.

Just like what you are about to do in ancient times, contact and guide the crucial heroes of later generations in advance, and prepare for the war in the future without affecting the existence of the main timeline?

No, such a reason obviously cannot convince myself, let alone explain the inexplicable emotion in my heart.

He likes this little girl very much. He likes her for no reason.

Angmar lowered his head to look at the scarred little face in his arms. She was sleeping very sweetly, so sweetly that she didn't seem to be surrounded by trolls at all. Her eyebrows were spread out, and there was a smile on her lips, as if she had dreamed of something that made her feel better.

happy things...

He couldn't help but smile, and suddenly felt that he seemed to have found an indescribable sense of belonging, a kind of dependence...

Happiness.

But this happiness was interrupted by sudden changes.

A swift rain of spears came through the air, and the sharp spear clusters pierced the air and made a sharp sound, arriving suddenly...

Angmar's face suddenly turned cold, and all the spears exploded in mid-air. Although the invisible voodoo curse did not have the slightest effect, it was also sensed by the keen little Elisande, and he couldn't help but feel it.

After trembling for a moment, a look of fear reappeared on the face that had regained its composure. It was obviously because he had been tortured by the same spell too many times and was afraid of it.
To be continued...