Shawn did not understand Trollish, so of course he could not argue with these Forest Trolls. Besides, he was in the wrong to begin with...
And they had no intention of reasoning with Shawn anyway.
Most Trolls were unreasonable. The Trolls of 2,800 years ago were even more so. Only strength mattered to them.
So those Trolls attacked right away.
Troll society revered voodoo and martial prowess. Aside from the Witch Doctors, Priests, and Hexers skilled in voodoo and hexes, Trolls valued strength above all else. There were only two ways to settle a dispute.
Either ask a respected spellcaster to arbitrate, or settle it by force.
Now that each side had a Hexer, there was only one way to resolve the problem.
Fight!
Shawn understood full well that whoever struck first held the advantage, so the moment he saw the Forest Trolls move, he sprang into action.
"Think having more people makes you impressive? Come on, then! Let's fight, Forest Trolls! Appear, Shalzaru, Hatecrest Naga King! Appear, sage of the Woodpaw, Woodpaw Arcanist! Appear, glory of the Spider Tribe, Crystal Spider!"
"Equip, symbol of the Arcane Saint, Ring of the Arcane Saint! Equip, glory of the Arathor Warrior, Arathor Gold Medal! Equip, Captain Sander's Return Ring! Proof of a Feathermoon's identity, Feathermoon Amulet! Equip, Arcane Saint Robe! Equip, Sharzaru's Hatecrest Naga Staff!"
In just a few seconds, Shawn revealed every trump card he had and brought his full fighting strength to bear.
With the bonuses from a full set of blue-, green-, and purple-quality equipment, Shawn's attributes instantly broke through the Novice Mage bottleneck, all reaching the level of a Mid-Rank Mage. His spirit attribute even surpassed the Mid-Rank Mage bottleneck and entered High-Rank Mage territory.
At that moment, his spell power and casting speed had increased enormously. The