"What the hell is going on?"
Bell was completely bewildered.
On the way here, he had considered all sorts of possible situations, including the possibility of being met with hostility. But even if they were hostile, surely they would not start waving blades and weapons without a word, would they?
Were all these trolls this sensitive?
Just as Bell was considering whether to strike first and knock this unreasonable bunch of trolls flat, the trolls before him suddenly stepped aside, opening up a passage.
At the end of the passage, an elderly troll slowly approached, supported by two other brawny trolls. The wrinkles on the old troll's face could probably crush mosquitoes, and he walked unsteadily, as though he might collapse the next second and never get back up again.
Yet this old troll, who looked as though he could die at any moment, made Bell frown.
The magical power fluctuations around him were far too strong!
Among Bell's group, only Bell himself surpassed the old troll in both the amount and intensity of magical power.
Of course, that did not mean the others besides Bell were no match for this old troll.
On the contrary, the fact that the old troll was recklessly radiating magical power showed that his control over it was quite limited. While immense magical power could greatly increase the force of his spells, his poor control also prevented him from casting overly precise magic.
With the two factors canceling each other out, the old troll was undoubtedly strong, but only to a limited extent. At most, he was on par with a member of the Special Operations Team.
Of course, while members of the Bell Family's Special Operations Team were nothing special in Bell's eyes, within the Magical World, they were unquestionably powerful Wizards who