"Damn trolls, who were able to resurrect the dead, wouldn't they become a bunch of unkillable madmen, but how can I deal with them?" The trolls were in high spirits, but Ilan's heart was a little cold, a group of unkillable enemies were definitely the most terrible opponents in the world, and they would undoubtedly bring endless trouble to themselves, and even let themselves fall into a situation from which they could never recover, his heart was full of bitterness, this was really a cup of bitter coffee.

Now Giovanni is performing his resurrection spell non-stop, and a group of forest trolls guards him in the middle, but Ilan's situation is still not optimistic, as the remaining dozens of forest trolls are still surging towards him. Their magic and skills are sharpened and unsparing by anger and hatred, forcing Ilan to continue to flee for her life.

Of course, the fleeing Ilan's attack was still sharp and unexpected, and his trump card was sacrificed by him from time to time. The formless, insubstantial, terrifying black shadow continued to swim back and forth between the eyebrows and soul space of the trolls. It can often be wiped out with a single blow. The sound of falling to the ground kept coming, causing the team of forest trolls to become angry and terrified.

While it's possible for these guys to come back to life, they can involve enough trolls to make the enemies besieging them fewer, and the pressure on Ilan plummets.

However, just when Ilan was in a tangle and agonizing over the perverted skills of the forest trolls, good news came at the right time.

A heart-rending roar suddenly came from the forest troll behind him, and the sound shook the sky, and the sky and the earth were pale, but this was what Giovanni told with blood. Surprisingly, Whiteside's resurrection turned out to be unsuccessful.

"What's going on? Why is the resurrection technique ineffective, Whiteside, my brother, you can't die, Elder Onceição, and I beg you to find a way to save Whiteside. ”

Although Whiteside's body seemed to be full of life and life, his eyes could not be opened, apparently unconscious, and even if Giovanni opened his eyelids, he could only see a pair of godless lifeless eyes.

"Ahem, why, why, why hasn't Whiteside come back to life?" The trolls were full of confusion, and the powerful resurrection technique sometimes failed, which made them panic because they couldn't understand it, and they could only express their horror and sadness through loud questions.

A vicissitudes of life voice comforted Giovanni, with a thick helplessness in his tone and the wisdom to see through life.

"Ahem, don't argue, listen to me, Giovanni, please mourn, the Whiteside brothers can't be resurrected, I think, it's all because the soul has been annihilated, our enemy's methods are extremely vicious, can annihilate and devour the opponent's soul, without the soul, Whiteside's resurrection has no meaning, although his body is still the same, and his vitality is also very tenacious, but there is no most critical soul, so he can no longer be reborn."

"Elder Conceição, is there really no way?" Giovanni burst into tears, and his strong hands lowered Whiteside, clutching Elder Onceiçon's calloused hands and pleading.

"Ah, Giovanni, this abominable human boy is too cruel for us to let him go. Now, what we can do for Whiteside is to avenge him and let Whiteside leave without regrets. Warriors of my people, follow me to pay tribute to the dead troll warriors with the blood of their enemies. Let's go. ”

"Kill him." The troll's voice echoed like thunder, and its momentum soared into the sky.

More than a dozen forest trolls, under the command of Elder Confeisan, once again slaughtered in the direction of Ilan, their eyes were filled with angry flames, and their determination to take revenge was extremely firm, if their eyes could kill, I am afraid that Ilan would die at least a dozen times.

Only Giovanni and a few trolls close to Whiteside were left in their place.

"Hey, Giovanni, mourn, Whiteside's soul has been annihilated, although we have the ability to resurrect the dead, but we can't recreate souls, cough cough, I can't do anything about Whiteside's death, after all, we are only mortals, if there is a god present, maybe, with the power of the gods, maybe he can be reborn with the power of the gods." Looking at the mourning Giovanni, and the already dead Whiteside. Elder Cosmoisan's face was very ugly, and his face was even more sad, after all, the death of the backbone of the clan was also a great loss to the entire clan.

"Ah, it takes the power of the gods to be able to come back to life? This, this -- Elder Confeição. Where do we go to find the gods? Giovanni's voice was full of sorrow, and his huge body seemed very weak and desolate.

"That's right, Djinn God. Isn't the djinn god we worship and believe in a god? Perhaps the great Djinn God will be able to resurrect Giovanni. A forest troll suddenly came to an idea.

"Yes, our Djinn God has great powers, and he will be able to resurrect Whiteside." The eyes of Giovanni and his compatriots lit up, as if they had grasped a life-saving straw.

At this time, this eighth-order forest troll seemed to have thought of a solution to the problem, and his eyes were full of hope. However, Giovanni had not yet acted, and the tragic fate of the forest trolls seemed to have just begun, because before they could ask for the help of the giant spirit god, there were one after another screams in the distance, these were the angry and miserable voices of the forest trolls who were chasing Elan.

Because of Ilan, his black phantom hole card, has repeatedly made contributions, and the same problem is placed in front of the forest troll, unable to be resurrected, and the soul is annihilated. This plunged them into an abyss of misery. After all, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Their voices were poignant and helpless.

"Dellavedova—"

"Hayward—"

"Hood—"

"Favors—"

"Gobert—"

"LeBron—"

"What's going on? Are they all dead? Giovanni and the others exclaimed in surprise, and their faces were as dead as ashes, filled with a heavy haze.

In just half a quarter of an hour, six forest trolls fell again, the same symptoms, the same soul annihilation, the same inability to recover.

The trolls were in a state of endless grief, and they began to become emotionally uncontrollable and even more fearful. Don't dare to approach Elan again.

The trolls were both resentful and fearful of Ilan's spicy methods, and they trembled one by one, although they were tall and fat, and they were born with physical strength and force beyond other races, but they were killed in such an unknown way, and they could not be resurrected, even if they were as strong as them, they felt inexplicable sadness and fear.

They were cowardly, and the trolls in close proximity picked up their brother's corpse and began to retreat, they were really frightened by this small, not very strong fighter, but extremely strange methods.

This fear was obviously contagious, one after the other, and even the wise Troll Elders trembled. At this time, they knew that the only way out was to retreat.

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