The beliefs of the trolls are very strange.

In the beginning, when trolls were just born of wisdom, it was the age of barbarism, and the power possessed by trolls was simply not worth mentioning to the world at that time, and in the wild land, there were many, many incredibly powerful creatures.

The first trolls were in awe of the powerful creatures who called them "gods", and the pronunciation of gods in the troll language was "Loa".

As time went on, the trolls began to explore and understand the world, and as they encountered more powerful creatures, so did the number of Loa gods they worshipped.

If the beliefs of the trolls were listed in a chart, it would be a very cumbersome catalog, and the beliefs of the trolls also gave those powerful beings special abilities, even if the body was lost in time, the souls of those creatures would live forever in the beliefs of the trolls, and then look for opportunities to be resurrected, or reincarnated.

In this particular system, the life and death of the god Loa does not depend on time, but on the number of believers, and in fact, many Loa gods actually die after being forgotten by the trolls in time.

The god of bats, Midnight Lord Cirik, this huge and eerie vampire bat, is the longest-standing group of Loa gods, and its followers have been in a constant stream for generations because of Hirik's own great strength and special abilities.

Midnight Lord Ciric is able to grant believers the ability to move quickly in the dark, even the ability to drain blood very similar to Sarein, as well as fire, although it is difficult to understand why a large bat has the ability to manipulate fire, and the High Priest of Cirik, after being favored by the Blood Lord, can also have the ability to transform into bats.

Speaking of which, this is very similar to the druids of the Night Elves, who also believe in beast gods and have the ability to transform into beasts, but relatively speaking, the demigods of the wilderness that the druids believe in are generally much stronger than the loas of the trolls.

"It's ugly!"

When Tyrion appeared on the bat altar of Zulgrab, the battle of the Blood Lords was over, and above the blood and bones of the sacrificed trolls was a huge bat imprisoned by blood magic, nearly 5 meters long, with wings spread at least 7 meters, covered in dark red spots, sharp claws, and a large nostril resembling a pig's nose, with sharp fangs in its mouth.

The King of the Blades looked at the frantically struggling vampire bat in front of him, and from those black eyes, he could see the light of wisdom, and it was clear that this bat had a mind and soul of its own.

"It's not Chirik."

The Blood Mistress walked up to her husband with a gloomy face, and she looked at the ugly bat, and then at Yecreek, who was trembling on his side, and she whispered:

"Maybe the Midnight Lord sensed danger, or maybe the fool wasn't loved enough by him, but in short, Cirik influenced the priest's call, but only sent his heirs, not himself."

"This is the Midnight Sun, the vampire bat with the true blood of Ciric's divine blood, in the past summonings, we have rarely seen the Midnight Sun descend, it is itself the embodiment of Cirik's will."

When Tyrion's skeptical gaze turned, Jecreek, who had collapsed from his will to torture the blood mage, almost fell to his knees on the ground, trembling and justifying:

"The Midnight Lord is cunning, and the number of sacrifices is not sufficient, and in this case, it is difficult to summon its entity... Don't blame me! I really don't blame me! Please, please let me go. ”

"What do you think?"

Tyrion turned his gaze to Myra, who rubbed his chin, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Maybe there are really strong-willed warriors who can persevere under the torture of Severn's blood boiling technique, but there is no doubt that the troll lady in front of her is definitely not one of those warriors, so I believe her statement, this time it's just our bad luck, and Severn and Ortem also said that from this Midnight Sun, a trace of Ciric's origin blood can also be extracted."

The Blood Lord shrugged:

"Just as we extract the blood of a demigod from a raven, for Salein, with a drop of blood, we can deduce how Ciric uses blood and how it bestows the power of vampire bats on believers, in short, the dilemma of Sarein's transformation of blood servants will soon be solved."

"Then as soon as possible!"

Tyrion flicked his wrist and glanced at Yecreek, who was trembling and not daring to look up, and asked softly:

"Bonsandy needs a new priest, and you look like a good fit..."

Yecreek raised her head suddenly, and the moment she saw Tyrion's cold eyes, she quickly lowered her head, and she resisted the fear in her heart, and said tremblingly:

"Of course, I will serve Bonsandy with all my heart... I swear. ”

Yecreek's words were finished, but there was no response, and after more than ten seconds, she secretly raised her head, and only a dead and silent mountain of corpses and blood was left in front of her, but there was no longer the figure of the Blood Lords, and even the imprisoned Midnight Child disappeared without a trace.

And after realizing that she had survived, Yecreek leaned weakly against the stone tablet behind her, and two lines of tears slipped from her eyes, which was the joy of escaping death, and a kind of happiness for the rest of her life, and of course, a trace of fear of betraying her belief in the god Loa.

After personally leading the Midnight Lord's heir into the trap of the Blood Lords, Yecreek has no turning back but to follow his new god, Bonsandy, all the way to the dark.

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"Sekar is dead! Marro was also dying, and Winoxis and Jarro ran away, and the two vile bastards, betraying Loa's love, left their city and its people behind, and fled. ”

The Blood Lord Mandukir, whose armor was stained with green "blood", stood on the tall altar in the center of Zur Grab, and behind him, two-thirds of the ring city built around the central altar had fallen into the hands of the forest elves who poured out of the nest, and to make matters worse, because of the previous wave of bombardment, many elite Gulabash troll soldiers died in the explosion flames that fell from the sky before they even rushed out of the camp.

Trolls do have the ability to regenerate with severed limbs, but in the face of the swarm attacks of enhanced alchemy bombs, not every troll has a chance to be reborn with severed limbs.

"Jindu, what the hell are you going to do?"

The Blood Lord stared at the sorcerer Jindu with his hands raised on the altar in front of him, the latter's side was already covered with the corpses of trolls, and the believers who followed him did not die at the hands of forest spirits or necromancy, but died under the living sacrifice of the sorcerer, more than 200 trolls were killed around the central altar, their blood gathered in the center of the circle little by little along the voodoo circle carved on the ground.

And in that circle, there was a strange egg.

It was a man tall, covered with gray-blue spots on the eggshell, and it looked like a fossil, but even Mandogir, a powerful warrior who knew nothing about witchcraft, could feel the active and twisted life force in the egg, soaked in warm blood, as if it had its own heartbeat, and with each beat, a crimson halo wrapped around the surface of the egg.

The dark power of sorcery leaped in the hands of the sorcerer Jindu, and after all the blood had been drained by the egg, he removed a quaint jar from the nearby altar, and the sorcerer with the black and white wooden mask answered his old friend's questions in an eerie voice.

"It's okay, let them run, we don't need them anymore."

Jin Du slowly opened the jar, took out the ashes soaked in dark magic, and sprinkled them evenly on the eggs that had been completely shrouded in blood-colored light in front of him.

Those black ashes fell in a frenzy, and Mandukir, who witnessed this strange ritual, could even hear a scream that went straight to his soul, like a beast trapped in a cage, roaring and longing for freedom, it was eager to rush out of the cage and devour every life around it.

That undisguised malice made the Blood Lord take a few steps back, he watched the sorcerer scatter the last handful of ashes into the sky, the foreboding in his heart swelled more and more, he quickly walked to his velociraptor Oghan, jumped on the velociraptor and glanced back at Jindu who was muttering to himself at the blood-red snake egg, the Blood Lord shook his head, and in the scream of the velociraptor dragon, he turned around and quickly left this altar.

"Everyone is afraid of your power."

Jin Du looked at the blood-red snake egg in front of him, he stretched out his hand and stroked the warm snake egg with an obsessive gaze:

"But I'm not afraid, I've grown up listening to your stories, blood gods, spirit snatchers, what a beautiful name, what a brilliant power, I know that I was born with some kind of mission, and now, I will fulfill my mission... I will give you true freedom, the Loas are cowards, but even they fear you..."

"It's time!"

Jindu's fingers brushed his waist and held a twisted ritual dagger in the palm of his hand, and he held the dagger behind his back, and after a single breath, stabbed it into his heart.

The intense pain made Jindu's body tremble, and he collapsed on the snake egg in front of him, and the blood spurted from his heart smeared on the snake egg, the strange snake egg was like some kind of greedy monster, frantically sucking Jindu's blood, and then with a crisp sound, the eggshell of the snake egg was shattered by the power that burst from within.

Jindu's lifeless body was also completely torn apart by this explosive force, and it was the light of blood, like the purest blood radiance, and in an explosive gesture, those blood-red rays shot from the central altar like arrows of light towards the entire Zurghrab.

Whether it's a terrified troll or a forest spirit, their bodies begin to melt rapidly when they are shrouded in this bloody glow... Decomposed, as if infected by some terrible toxin.

The halo soared into the sky, and in a sharp roar, even the moon in the night of the Valley of Thorns was completely stained red with blood, and under the reflection of that round of blood moon, a large and twisted figure was slowly rising from the altar in the center of Zulghrab.

It was a huge wind snake, when its body was straightened, only the upper body was more than 7 meters, the whole body was covered with bright red skin, the lower body was coiled like a snake, and the upper body, it was a twisted human form, without arms, replaced by black, sharp, huge claws, and its head was a snake head with a crown of blood-red feathers, which looked so hideous.

In the reflection of the blood moon behind him, three pairs of bright, brilliant feathered wings spread out behind the Spirit Reacher, and it roared in the sky, and in the scream of freedom, the bright red light that enveloped the whole of Zurghrub suddenly closed, and in front of the revived Haka, on the platform covered with bright red light, the souls that had been extracted by force stood in front of Haka.

And at the very front of those souls is Jindu, whose whole body is shrouded in dark power... The Soul Body Jindu, who gave everything to Haka, even his own life, will also receive his own gift after the return of the Soul Reacher.

"Take it!"

Haka made an interfering sound, and on its chest, three pairs of purple bone spurs intertwined with the flesh, and in the protection of the bone spurs, a purple gem set in the flesh of the Soul Reager, was irregular, but with each light, it made the souls in front of them tremble.

Between the surges of Haka's power, those forcibly extracted souls were kneaded together and stuffed into Jindu's soul in a rough way, and the soul of the sorcerer absorbed this forbidden power, and even the body of his soul was changed.

He grew bigger and bigger, and with every move, he also had the power to make his soul tremble, and this was the gift he longed for.

"This power, so powerful, I will serve you faithfully... I will defeat all opponents for you! ”

Kindo was hovering above the platform, he spread his hands, chanting his faith in Haka, but at the moment when the ritual of soul infusion was completed, at the moment when Jindu was enjoying the great power, a meniscus-shaped sword roared out of the darkness, and between the buzzing of the blade, the sharp blade pierced Jindu's soul body fiercely, nailing him to the ground.

"Nope! No, my power, no! ”

Jindu's soul was gnawed madly, and the sword, the greedy and vicious magic sword, seemed to have found a new toy, and it dismantled Jindu's soul in a cruel way, and then swallowed its most loyal priest in front of Haka, and rattled the soul in Jindu's screams.

It's like the most direct provocation.

Tyrion walked from the darkness to the central altar of Zul Grab, and behind him, the Blood Lords drank some of the strange and colorful liquids in the shadows, and then followed their leader to Haka.

"Its feathers are so beautiful!"

Holding her red warbow, Aurelia said to Tyrion:

"It must look good to decorate a hat with its feathers."

"Buzz"

The magic sword stuck in the ground was pulled out casually by Tyrion, he looked at the Soul Reaver in front of him, and finally fixed his eyes on the purple gem on the Soul Reager's chest, and he whispered:

"Of course, if you like something, I'll always get it for you..."