In the ancient and mysterious Hall of Goodak, Gardara is sitting upright on the throne.

As a high-ranking prophet of Dakale, he has been troubled lately...

On the one hand, he had to rely on the power of the Beast Gods to deal with the Scourge of the Northern Lich King, and over the years, the power that the Beast Gods had bestowed on the Dhakale Trolls was gradually declining, forcing him to consider finding other solutions.

On the other hand, the bloodthirsty and brutal Viku people in the south are also on the move. According to the Dakale trolls on the front lines, those nasty creatures are training soldiers, sharpening weapons, forging siege chariots, and perhaps they are trying to make a comeback and start a war.

Although the valiant Dakale trolls had relied on the fortified fortress of Daxalon to defend themselves against enemy attacks after attacks, this was not a long-term solution, and perhaps a terrible war was about to befall the land.

And what is the fate of the Dhakale trolls...

A frowning Gardara was thinking when a Dakale troll hurriedly broke into the main hall.

Moraby, the fanged, athletic, and bone-clad Dakale troll, is one of the most capable and fierce Dakale troll warriors under his command. At the same time, Morabi was also the prophetic priest who guarded the altar of the Bados.

"What's wrong, Moraby?" said Caldara, looking up.

In his memory, this brave and determined Dakale warrior had never looked so hurried.

"Lord Prophet Priest, a Death Knight has asked to see you. ”

Morabi fell to one knee and was succinct.

Death Knight!?

Why didn't those lackeys of the Lich King come here instead of nesting in their lair?

"Nope!"

Caldara snorted a little irritably, "I think you know what I mean. ”

He was already too much of a triviality to deal with, and he didn't have time to deal with the clutter.

"The Death Knight seems a little unusual, though, and he says he's brought a special gift to meet you. Morabi looked up at Gardala as he sat on the throne, and the meaning in his eyes was clear.

A special gift?

Gardara bowed her head and pondered.

Now, his people are in a difficult situation, the Viku people in the south are eyeing each other, and to the north, the Lich King's Scourge army is even more reckless, frantically expanding its territory, and now if he carelessly handles these relationships, then Zudak will face ruin.

"Go and bring him in. ”

After thinking for a while, Gardara nodded at Morabi in the audience.

After a while, a slightly thin man covered in a black cloak was ushered in. Although it seemed ordinary, the dark aura that enveloped his entire body still made Gardara frown.

Especially the giant sword that exudes an evil aura on this guy's back, I have to say that he is very disgusted, even disgusted by this rancid smell of death.

"Say anything, Death Knight, you know, you're not welcome here. ”

Gardara was unrelenting in his disgust, for the Lich King and his rotting corpses were as disgusting as maggots in the sewers.

"You are Gardala, Lord of Gudak?"

Xue Huan forced himself to look around on the blue-skinned troll sitting on the throne, and to be honest, he would rather look at this beautiful castle made of rock and wood than the ugly troll.

It's hard to imagine that this castle, even a place that could even be called a palace, was built by those ugly trolls.

Hearing this cold voice, Gardara raised her eyelids and showed a surprised expression.

This guy's attitude...

Is it for negotiation, or is it provocative?

In fact, since stepping into this palace, Xue Huan has not thought of negotiating with these trolls, all he wants to do is make a deal. And if he wants to trade, then he has to show a tough attitude and chips that will satisfy the other party.

"Let's be honest, Death Knight, what do you want, and what did you bring?" Gardara put her head in her hand and looked at Xue Huan with interest.

Xue Huan smiled coldly and said lightly: "Deal, fair deal." ”

"Very confident, little one. ”

The troll leader grinned and smiled approvingly, "But I hope you'll come up with a gift that is equivalent to this confidence." ”

After a pause, Gardara continued, "Let me see, your gift, and hopefully not disappoint me." ”

"As you wish. ”

Xue Huan nodded, and then, he unwrapped the package and took out an old ring inside, and this ring was given to him by Alex Barov in friendship.

Originally, Xue Huan hadn't paid attention to this ring before coming here, but when he stepped into this hall, the ring suddenly emitted a burst of green light, something that had never happened before.

Xue Huan guessed that this ring might have something to do with those trolls.

And if it turned out to be as he had guessed, then he had one more leverage.

Looking at the prosaic and quaint ring in Xue Huan's hand, the eyes of Gardala and the troll warriors near him widened.

The Ring of the Gods of Loa?!

The ring in the hand of the Death Knight was a treasure left behind by the ancient god Loa, how could they not recognize it as trolls?

After a long time, Caldara, who had calmed down, sat back in his place tremblingly, and now he was thinking about another thing.

How did this treasure end up in the hands of this Death Knight?

"This ring was originally purchased by me from the human world. ”

Xue Huan told the origin of this ring without concealment, and in fact, there was no need for him to hide it, "This ring may have something to do with your Dakale trolls, I don't know, can this treasure satisfy you?"

He hadn't planned the ring before he came, but now from the greedy eyes of the trolls, he had made the right bet.

"What do you want, say it. ”

Sighing, Gardala regained his former look, and he raised his hand and motioned for Xue Huan to continue.

This ring is too tempting for Gardara, and even for the entire Dakarai troll. With it, they will have direct access to the power of the god Loa, and although it is less than a tenth, it will be enough to resist the threat of the Viku and the Scourge Legion.

"Assist me in attacking Utgard Castle!"

Facing a pair of greedy eyes, Xue Huan threw out his conditions without hesitation.

(End of chapter)