"Bang"
After a muffled sound, a series of screams rang out.
Under a large tree in the dense forest, a group of adventurers lay on the ground, their eyes squirming like mosquitoes, groaning in pain.
Someone stood up unsteadily, but he fell to the ground after taking a few steps.
"Robert, what's with your damn spell? I was almost killed by a tree!"
The dragonkin in the adventurer team had good physical fitness. He quickly overcame the feeling of dizziness and stood up from the ground, shouting at the wizard who had torn the scroll earlier.
The mage by the name of Robert took a deep breath and stood up with difficulty. He did not forget to Pat the dirt off his body.
Although he was trying his best to maintain his composure, his legs were still trembling, and he looked very embarrassed.
"How would I know that this spell scroll would be so difficult to control? after all, I've never had the chance to use it ever since I got it!"
