A small group of three troll headhunters silently navigated the jungle without any conversation, except for the faint sound of bushes brushing against their bodies, their dull complexions almost blending into the darkness.

When the troll patrol disappeared from sight, under the big tree they had just passed, the dim light suddenly writhed silently, and the figure of an elf became clearer and clearer.

Lanros glanced at the patrol as he walked away, and fixed his gaze on the depths of the mountain.

These troll hunters give him the impression that something is wrong, and according to memories and books, although these trolls have a certain amount of dim vision, this ability will quickly deteriorate without training.

So much so that trolls need the help of light sources such as torches to patrol at night, just like normal people. Apparently, the troll squad that had just passed had dim vision comparable to that of torch lighting. However, as far as he knows, it takes more than time to train such a team.

With such an elite and stealthy hunter on patrol, Lanlos was almost 100% sure that the camp in Lotherma's mouth existed!

Could it be......

A distant and vague memory conjured up in Lanloth's mind, the copy that had been abandoned by glass shards, the troll ruins in the southeast corner of the Eternal Song Forest.

Torvasa.

No, the current timeline is about twenty or thirty years before the Dark Gate opened, so it stands to reason that the forest trolls can't be so arrogant?

Trolls have indeed caused a lot of trouble for Quel'Thalas, but since the decisive battle between the High Elves and the Human Empire more than 2,000 years ago, the forest trolls who have been completely dispersed have basically been able to become opponents that can be faced by the elves.

Small tribes like Dark Pine and Rotten Moss are nearly wiped out, and the only one who is still a threat is the Amani trolls huddled in Zu Aman.

Aside from the discarded copy, there was nothing in his memory related to Torvasa, and Lanlos couldn't help but regret that if he had devoured Tregra's soul when he killed him, he might have gotten the answer he wanted.

However, this can only be YY once, and a qualified psychic only absorbs the energy and essence of the enemy's soul at the same time, and unless the strength is crushed, it is almost impossible to fuse the consciousness and memory in the soul.

The consequence of this is likely to cause the caster to become schizophrenic, or even dominated by the enemy's soul. If it weren't for Sagrete, Ranlos would have tasted the bitter fruit.

"Can't help it... Toilet ......" A low, hoarse voice came into his ears, and Lanlos, who had come to his senses, immediately hid in the shadows. After 'eating' the soul fragments of the Amani trolls, Lanlos has come to understand this instinct that is rooted in the soul's subconscious, which is the language of the trolls.

Sure enough, a dark shadow sprang out from the bushes in front of him, and after looking around, he came to a clearing not far from Lanlos.

There was a brief silence, the sound of rustling water, which covered the elven mage's forehead with black lines, and with it, a disgusting stench.

Madan......

Lanlos tightened the scimitar on his waist, and after hesitating for a moment, he chose to hold his breath and continue to endure.

However, the other party's perception seemed to exceed his expectations.

"Strange... Taste—" The troll muttered something under his breath, then removed the spear from his back and walked slowly and cautiously towards Lanloth's position.

Discovered?Damn!There's no way to cast invisibility without being detected.,Look......

Clutching the scimitar at his waist again, Lanlos tightened his muscles.

Phew!

An extremely subtle sound of flesh tearing came out, and under Lanros's surprised gaze, the tall figure that was close at hand shook and fell straight to the ground.

"Haduron?" exclaimed, and Lanlos stared blankly at the ranger who appeared in front of him.

Booing him, Haduron's face showed a hint of guilt, "I'm sorry I didn't notice this troll when I came." ”

The meeting point after the invisibility ended was originally a blind spot for the troll's patrol, and no one could have expected that the troll would come here to solve his physical needs, and Hadurun's exposure was understandable. Lanloth shook his head to indicate that he was fine, and then glanced at the other party's empty back suspiciously: "What about Lotherma?

"I don't know, I think he's already broken through the blockade, right? Hiding his embarrassment with a smile, Haduron was about to ask Ranloth to continue casting spells, but not far away there was a noise of trolls.

"They'll soon find out that their companion is dead, and we'll have to ......" made a throat-wiping motion, and Lanlos's thoughts couldn't be more obvious.

Although Hadurun has a relatively mild personality, his judgment on the battlefield is still very decisive.

The two looked at each other, and retreated into the shadows at the same time in a very tacit understanding. Not far away, two tall figures slowly approached.

"People... It's gone—" One of the trolls stopped not far from the corpse, apparently having spotted the clue and ready to fight or send out a signal at any moment. As for the other, he took his spear and walked towards the source of the smell of blood.

At that moment, a deep voice and an obscure incantation sounded around him, and the vigilant troll immediately came back to his senses, quickly turned around, and picked up his spear to attack the enemy in the darkness, but he was one step too late.

A fist-sized transparent orb suddenly shot out of the shadows, rushing into the troll's chest at an unreceptive speed.

The next moment, endless exhaustion came like a tidal wave, no matter how unwilling he was, like lead-filled eyelids slowly closing.

Poof!

Hearing the sound of his teammates falling asleep, the other troll immediately wanted to send a message.

Phew!

The scimitar slashed through the throat of the enemy like a willow leaf in the wind, and the blood-soaked body slammed the troll into a pool of blood.

Rubbing the blade with the beast fur on the other party's body, Haduron came to Lanloth's side and glanced at the troll who had fallen asleep with the help of the sleep technique: "What to do with this one?"

Unexpectedly, Lanlos fell silent, and under Hadurun's puzzled gaze, he slowly spoke: "Haduron, do you believe me?"

"What?"

"I feel like something is very wrong here, like there's something we don't know is snooping on us from behind......"

"How is it possible, you are thinking too much. "For the optimist Haduron, this situation of Lanlos being haunted by intuition does not appear to him, he only believes what he sees with his own eyes.

Laughing at himself, Lanlos seemed to let go of his burden: "Maybe you're right, I might really think too much." ”

"Alright, get ready, I'll make you invisible and find Lotherma, but don't let him get caught by the trolls. ”

"Ha, don't worry, that kid is like a loach, just with these trolls, you can't catch him!"

It is worthy of Ah Qiang's 10,000-year-old ...... No, adjutant. Haduron has a lot of confidence in Lotherma's abilities, and if some little stars appear in his eyes, it will be similar to a fan seeing his idol.

Seeing the blurry silhouette disappear once more, Lanros slowly turned his head to look at the sleeping troll at his feet.

The tenacity and strength of his soul gave Lanloth a powerful perception, and he relied on this perception to do many extraordinary things, which was an ability. Coupled with his incredible knowledge of the land, he had absolute reason to believe that these trolls were not good.

Squatting down, Lan Luos raised his right hand, only to feel a cold wind blowing through his bone marrow, and wisps of black and purple energy rose in his hands. Like a flame, but it doesn't bring any light to the world.

Taking a deep breath, Lanloth's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and his right hand, which was wrapped in black and purple flames, grabbed the troll's forehead fiercely!

The cold shadow energy continued to swim down the skin, and the sleeping troll trembled as if it was about to wake up from its slumber.

But, it's too late!

Turning into a sharp knife, bursts of shadow energy tore through his flesh and took root in his brain. Soul, flesh, as if everything about himself was being bitten by ants, and the piercing pain made the troll want to wail, want to roar, but Lanloth's other hand stabbed the scimitar early.

Blood splattered the land, and the troll's wide eyes stared at Lanloth, as if it would pop out in the next moment, and a low, muffled sound came from the cracked throat, like a ghost's low roar, which was terrifying.

...... Memory Update ...... New ...... database

Language: Troll

Talent Expertise:

Soul Harvest: Contacts the target with a standard action and uses shadow energy to forcibly harvest souls. Failure of the Will Check will result in immediate death, helpless living creatures or fresh souls do not need to be checked, they are harvested directly, the caster must remain focused, interrupted or the check is successful, the caster will take 30-80% of the current life damage and be silent. Harvesting soul fragments can restore a certain amount of mana and spiritual value, and harvesting a complete soul can read part of the target's memories and abilities, but there is a high probability of side effects.

Primary Regeneration: Increases Bleeding Damage Resistance and slightly increases health regeneration (upgradeable: 10/100).

State:

Berserk: Increases attack, cast, and movement speed by 20%, casts have a 30% cast success rate, lasts 2 hours and 58 minutes, and is weakened at the end.