A small forest outside the Troll Tribe had been cut down and had been improvised as a small altar, around which a group of trolls covered in oil paint were performing an unknown dance. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In a cauldron on the altar, an old troll with a feathered headdress on his head, holding a elderberry staff and stirring in the cauldron with a thoughtful word. The cauldron was boiling with a viscous green liquid, bubbling from time to time, and when these bubbles burst, they emitted an inexplicable stench.

When Zambit arrives with Alfie and Rebecca to the Troll Tribe, he sees such a scene.

"What does this smell like?" Rebecca frowned as soon as she smelled the smell of the pot, and covered her nose tightly with her hand.

"It's a Milodi potion, usually used to increase the success rate of divination. Zambit explained.

"It doesn't taste good. Alfie interjected breathlessly, the strange stench was unpleasant to humans.

"Shut up, if you don't want other trolls to tear you to shreds. Zambit glared at Alfie angrily. After learning about Alfie's great value, he had become much more polite to Alfie, otherwise he would never have reminded Alfie that he was actually more than happy to see Alfie suffer at the hands of his people.

The trolls' dance stopped after Zambit and the others arrived, and the old troll who was stirring the Milodi potion also stopped stirring. He took the staff out of the pot and used it as a crutch, poking and poking it to the Zambit and the others.

"Welcome back, Zambit. The Wind Elves have told me that you have gained a lot from going out this time. "The old troll looked much older than Bishop Fren, and Alfie was very suspicious that a little stronger wind would blow him off the ground.

"Wise prophet, Lord Profit, I have indeed brought back the news you asked me to inquire about. Zambit knelt down respectfully and replied with great respect. It's hard to imagine that Zambit, who is a hanger, has such a serious time.

"From your expression, I can see that my guess is not wrong, and it is probably the necromancer Lucas who caused the undead disaster. The old troll said tremblingly.

"You're absolutely right. Let me introduce you to these two guests, one of whom saw firsthand that Lucas caused the Scourge of the Dead, and the other who came here to ask for your help. Zambit stood up and let Alfie and Rebecca behind him out, "This is Alfie, a brilliant bard, whose war song is impressive, and it is he who brought the news of the undead scourge, and this is Rebecca, a poor girl who has had her memory sealed and wants your advice." ”

"Welcome to the Troll Tribe, the soul god Moster has already given a hint of their arrival. The old troll said enthusiastically.

The two of them were a little confused, wasn't the necromancer a believer in the god of souls and the god of the underworld? Could it be that the trolls were too? The two of them suddenly began to feel uneasy.

"This is the leader of the tribe of trolls, the great and wise prophet of Profit. Zambit saw that the two were stupid and hurriedly introduced.

"Greetings, Lord Prophet. Alfie forcibly suppressed the turbulent waves in her heart and greeted her very respectfully, while Rebecca behaved very ladylike at this time, and saluted with Alfie, but did not say a word.

"Oh, don't be afraid, although trolls also believe in the god of souls, trolls also believe in the peace-loving goddess of nature, which is not the same as necromancers. The Prophet saw that the two of them were uncomfortable, and Wen Yan explained.

"In the past, many races had double or even triple beliefs, and it was only after the Great War that mankind began to believe in the Lord of Light. Zambit explained softly.

It turned out that this was the case, Alfie's heart was relieved a lot, as a believer in the peace-loving goddess of nature, the trolls should be much more reliable and worthy of being trusted. At least there won't be any ill-dealing with these two aliens.

"Could the bard, then, please tell me more about Lucas's undead scourge?" asked the prophet Profitte.

"Prophet, there is one matter of urgency, before I introduce you, could you send a message to the defenders of the Wall of Sighs to guard against the bands?" said Alfie politely.

"I'm afraid it's too late. Just before dawn, our scouts sent a message that the Wall of Sighs had been breached by the bands of thieves. Profitt sighed.

"How is it possible so fast?" Alfie asked in disbelief.

"I think you're underestimating the hatred of these bands of thieves for the Empire, and underestimating their swift action. Profitt said, glancing at Alfie.

"So they're prepared for this?" Alfie read something from the Prophet's eyes.

"In fact, as early as two days ago, they had already begun to move, and I believe they were preparing for today. Profit threw out a piece of news that shocked Alfie.

"Two days ago? wasn't that when Bishop Olufi found the Soul Blade fragment? Could it be ......" Alfie naturally connected with the Soul Blade, two days ago was the day the Soul Blade Fragment reappeared. It seems that Lucas's message through the Soul Blade is not only to the O'Bright family, but also to the thieves behind the Wall of Sighs.

"You guessed it right. The appearance of the Soul Blade gave them a message of clarity. Profit confirmed Alfie's speculation.

"How can Lucas be sure that he will be able to break through to the Sanctuary in a month and cause the Undead Scourge?" Alfie asked, puzzled.

"He just needs to create a chance for the thieves to break through the Wall of Sighs, and that chance doesn't have to be a scourge of the dead. In fact, the Wall of Sighs was breached not with the help of the Undead Scourge, but because the guards of the Wall of Sighs were weakened. Profit hit the nail on the head.

"So Bishop Olufi's transfer of the Mechariot unit was planned by Lucas?" Alfie was completely shocked, as he knew that Bishop Olufi had been led to the small town of Frosacen because of a note left by Bishop Fren to Celent that suddenly appeared on his desk, which was tainted with the aura of a necromancer that Bishop Olufi hated.

It seems that the note was the work of Lucas, who took advantage of Bishop Olufi's hatred of necromancers and lured him to the small town of Frosacken, and then sensed the danger through the fragments of the Soul Blade, and transferred the mechanical chariot troops from the Wall of Sighs, creating an opportunity for the thieves to break through the Wall of Sighs.

Otherwise, with Lucas's ability to put the note on Bishop Olufei's table without knowing it, he could easily solve him, why go around in such a big circle, and how could the fragments of the Soul Blade be left in the wilderness for a month now? Alfie even began to suspect that what they had broken was not the real Soul Blade, and that the fragments of the Soul Blade that Bishop Olufi was able to find there was also very likely that Lucas had deliberately arranged it.