The smell of stewed meat wafted from the crucible, and the boiling water was steaming. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

LaCasada's pale grey eyes stared at the boiling cauldron, as if he could see where his soul was going.

It is a voodoo ritual.

Trolls and witch doctors generally believe that the soul is a single living entity that attaches itself to the human body and is stripped from the body after death. Souls are greedy, hostile, and dangerous, so they need to be appeased by sacrificing blood.

The reason why the trolls choose to eat their enemies may seem to others because they stand at the top of the food chain and treat other creatures as a kind of food, but in fact, if you know the customs and history of trolls, you will find that they still eat people as part of voodoo and sacrifice.

Trolls believe that eating their enemies can appease hostile enemies or weaken them so that they can't come to revenge in their soul state. It sounds reasonable, but for a race that is not trolling, it's just disrespectful and barbaric.

Of course, trolls don't care what happens to other people.

Seeing that the boiling water in the pot was almost boiled, Lakasada recited a lengthy incantation.

The color of the boiling water in the pot suddenly turned an unsettling green, and a vortex spun in the center, and then a shrunken skull rose out of thin air from the crucible and fell into the hands of La Casada.

This is a form of black sorcery called skull reduction.

See the skulls used for troll decoration, they are usually the size of a baby's fist, and the powerful witch doctor can make each one the same size, these skulls are undoubtedly contributed by the troll's enemies, in addition to decoration, witch doctors also use it to store demons, or to raise some insidious and dark poisons.

The skull in Lacasada's hand belonged to a bison man when he was alive, and Lacasada liked the pair of strong horns on the other party's head, which was just used to make the pendant part of his bone necklace, so after he carefully cleaned the other party's brain, he carefully preserved the horns, and now it seems that the completion is very good.

Just as he was about to tie the skull in his hand to his neck to complete the necklace, Najizugra of the tribe walked up to him.

"Wise Lacasada, I need your help." Zugra raised his hands in the air, a bit like a gesture of surrender, but in the Troll Clan, it meant praying to the heavens or respecting the other person. The more solemn ritual is to sit on the ground with knees bent and kneel like the Japanese, and then the whole person is prostrate on the ground with his hands outstretched, which is a kneeling ceremony for the gods, and it is inappropriate to use it here.

Zugra is the Najib of the Amanisi expedition and is undoubtedly the most high-ranking leader here, but the witch doctor is so transcendent that even Zugra must show respect and obedience to the other party, as the other party symbolizes the gods.

Although Lacasada was a little unhappy that the other party had disrupted his plan, he also knew that Zugra was not a rash troll, and he was so anxious that it seemed that something should have happened.

"What's wrong?" Like the Utama, the witch doctor's calmness seems to be engraved in his bones, but Lakasada is younger and more talented than the former, so his position in the Amani Empire is also more lofty, and this time as long as he ensures the success of the western expedition, he will become one of the high-ranking witch doctors and be promoted to the ruler of the capital city of Zur Aman. Because it is linked to his actual interests, although La Casada does not care on the outside, he is actually quite nervous on the inside.

"One of the three investigative teams I sent to reconnoiter inside has been destroyed."

"Which one?"

"The Fire Tree Clan."

This was not a big deal, as the advance troops sent out were no more than a hundred men each, which was a drop in the bucket for the trolls, and both Rakassada and Zugra belonged to the Amani clan. It's like kingdoms and fanbangs, your other vassals are too strong, and the suzerainty is still uneasy, and cutting a little bit is just right in Amani's troll's heart.

But the problem is the information that comes back -

"It seems that the enemy has a very strong force of spellcasters, and the Fire Tree Clan was defeated by them without any defense."

"Oh?" This sentence caught the attention of Lakasada: "I remember that there are Utamas in the Fire Tree Clan, right?" ”

Although the old guy is far inferior to himself, as a spellcaster, he must have no problem dealing with ten warriors alone, especially the old ghost is proficient in witchcraft and likes to turn enemies into small animals and then torture and kill, ordinary spellcasters are not his opponents at all, Lacasada thought.

"Herein lies the problem," Zugra continued, "I heard that the Utama was killed by the caster of the opposing party before he could cast his mana, and the entire army was routed as a result. ”

Lakasada pinched his chin with his slender fingers and stroked his beard, he understood what Zugla meant when he came to him: "That means there is a very powerful spellcaster on the other side, right?" ”

Zugra nodded.

"Do you want to send me, Najib?"

"You are the most powerful spellcaster we have here, the wise Lacasada, I have asked the losers, and only one of the enemies is the most powerful, as long as you can destroy him, the others are nothing more than a rabble." Lakasada stretched out three fingers and said, "I will give you three thousand soldiers, and one of our most elite hunters in Zuaman." ”

"More than enough." La Casada replied, "Leave it to me." ”

Picking up the staff of dry bones hanging from it, Lacasada narrowed his eyes slightly as he spoke, and smiled strangely at West.

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On the other side, the forest patrol guards are galloping through the woods.

Half a month has passed since the last war, and the Night Elves are not lying, and the animals in the forest have been attacked, with heavy casualties. Although the troll invasion was quickly thwarted by the Night Elves, Lunara's knowledge was that it was just the tide and wind that had been stirred up before the storm began.

The bigger waves are yet to come!

"The Father must be told the news."

Lunala didn't say anything about what had happened to her all these days, and no one else could ask about it, not because she had forgotten her hatred for the Night Elves, but because she had kept it in her heart.

Although she disdains those purple-skinned barbarians, the other party has a good saying: "Sooner or later, there will be a war between the Night Elves and the Dryads, but not now, the current blades are used to meet the trolls." ”

Lunara knew that her rangers and forest allies alone would not be able to defend herself against the troll forces, and that she needed the help of the Forest King and her siblings.

"Faster." She urged.

The forest patrol guards kept moving, tracing the trajectory of the sun's setting and disappearing into the depths of the vast forest.