By Terry Brooks
Horrified by way of the misuse of magic that they had witnessed throughout the First battle of the Races, the Druids at Paranor committed themselves to the learn of the outdated sciences, from the interval prior to the cave in of civilization one thousand years prior to. in simple terms the Bremen and some depended on affiliates nonetheless studied the arcane arts. And for his endurance, Bremen discovered himself outcast, kept away from through all however the few free-thinkers one of the Druids.
But his elimination from Paranor was once no longer altogether a negative factor, for Bremen realized that darkish forces have been at the circulation from the Northlands. That probably invincible armies of trolls have been speedy conquering all that lay to their south. That the scouts for the army--and its vital assassins--were cranium Bearers, disfigured and reworked Druids who had fallen prey to the seductions of the magic arts. And that on the center of the evil tide was once an archmage and previous Druid named Brona!
Using the particular talents he had received via his personal examine of Magic, Bremen used to be capable of penetrate the massive camp of the Troll military and examine lots of its secrets and techniques. And he instantly understood that if the peoples of the 4 Lands have been to flee everlasting subjugation they'd have to unite. yet, even united, they might want a weapon, anything so strong that the evil magic of Brona, the Warlock Lord, may fail prior to its might...
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