Zuaman, beneath the walls of time, reappeared Kergash, but this time, he was no longer alone.

Behind him, almost all the trolls of the Dark Pine tribe were gathered, and in the crowd, a boulder covered with azure runes looked so dazzling, so out of place.

On top of the high wall, Zul's slender gray sideburns dragged to his chest, similar to that of the Elven King, and despite his age, his gaze was as sharp as a blade.

Like the chief below, this time, he was not alone.

Beside him, a bald-headed troll, slightly shorter than the Overseer, looked at the Dark Pine Clan ahead with an extremely insightful gaze. The robes on his body were carved with complex and esoteric patterns, and the decorations on them, including skin and facial lines, all showed a cold darkness, and the aura of shadow energy made people shudder from the soul.

The Sorcery Lord, Malakas, as the most learned and god-favored priest of Zuaman, deservedly became the leader of Zuaman without Zurkin.

Fortunately, he was more interested in the power and wisdom of the gods than in the pursuit of fame and fortune.

Behind him, four unique-looking troll warriors stood quietly, an invisible coercion from the soul that silenced the Dark Pine trolls below.

The upper body is either like a falcon, a black bear, or a dragon eagle and a bobcat, and strictly speaking, these troll warriors can no longer be called trolls.

Ekirsund, Nalorlac, Gayale, Harraz.

It's their current name, or rather, code name.

This is not their original name, but since they have received the essence of the LOA gods, they have become the agents of the gods, and in the past, it no longer matters!

"Kelgash, where's your big bodyguard?" Zurkin's gaze was drawn to the boulder of elven magic, but as a leader, he knew what patience was.

"Hah, if the Great Overseer needs it, we can have more bodyguards. Instead of groveling, Kergas now has enough chips, enough chips for him to straighten his back, "But now, we might as well focus our precious time on more important things?"

"If you can get me interested. ”

"Definitely won't disappoint you. With a grin, Kergas waved his hand, and the Dark Pine Trolls immediately pushed the boulder forward.

"Lord Overseer, I smell elven magic, be careful,......" the Sorcering Lord whispered, frowning, as he approached Zulkin.

"I understand, but I know Kergash, he can betray me. In the same whispered response, Zurkin's attention was always on the boulder below, "But he will never betray Zuaman!"

Stunned for a moment, Malakas's gaze gleamed with an inexplicable brilliance as he stared at Zurkin's back, who had once again grown tall in his eyes. After a long time, he nodded slowly: "I hope so." ”

"This is a runestone created by elves. Watching his subordinates push the boulder forward, a hint of frenzy flashed in Kergash's eyes, "Through it, the power of that well has expanded the scope of the elven enchantment and seized our land!"

"It's the culprit!"

"One, stone?" Zulkin's expression was obscured by a scarf, but his skeptical eyes could be seen in his piercing gaze.

"Great Overseer, if this is just a stone in your eyes, you will regret it in the near future. A sneer flashed across Kergash's face, and it was clear that he had taken the other man's pretended confusion seriously.

There was no response, and Zulkin frowned, curious where the other party had the audacity to speak to him like this.

The demons? No, it's not just that......

"This is an opportunity, a chance to defeat Quel'Salas and reclaim our land!" Chief Darkpine's tone gradually became agitated, eager to crush the staff in his hand.

"Tell me about it. ”

"The elves will never let this stone fall into our hands, as long as they know that the rune stone is in our hands, they will definitely attack Zuaman with all their might. ”

"When the time comes, our demon allies will appear in the rear of the elves, and their cities will be destroyed by a sea of fire......"

"No, that's your demonic ally!" Interrupting unceremoniously, Zurkin stared straight at Kirgash, "You've disappointed me. ”

"I don't trust you, but I've always thought you were one of Zuaman. But now, you're using Zuaman as bait to trust those demons?"

"Do you remember who you are?"

"Chief, chief!"

Zurkin's roar continued to echo through the jungle, and the flow of air seemed to slow down at this moment, and the atmosphere near Zuaman's gate gradually became frozen and cold.

The Overseer's words struck Kergash with mixed emotions, but his mind was firm as he thought back to what had happened to him and his tribe.

Indeed, the secret of the runestone was told to him by his demon master, but it was his own idea to steal the runestone under the nose of the elves. Not only does he need the demon to destroy the elves, but he also wants to provoke them and drag Zuaman into the vortex of war.

Only after the baptism of war can he, the chief of the Dark Pine Clan, have a chance to control Zuaman!

That's right, he remembered who he was, he was the chief, the chief of the Dark Pine tribe, not Amani!

"Of course!" Eyeing each other without fear, Kergash's eyes were filled with calmness and certainty.

Looking at this old fellow who has been with him for thousands of years, Zurkin didn't know why, a trace of unfamiliar emotions appeared in his heart, and before he could carefully understand it, the voice from the other party interrupted his train of thought again.

"Yes, I brought a war, a war destined to be terrible, but at the same time an opportunity to change the ownership of this land!

"Don't use your clumsy agitation. Shaking his head, Zurkin's reaction made Kergas frown slightly, but soon, he smiled.

"I don't trust your demonic allies. ”

"But the elves want to attack, let them come!"

"Zuaman is not afraid of any enemy!"

"We, we will let them have no return!"

"For Zuaman!"

Zurgin's loud roar echoed near the gate, and the next moment, countless identical cries converged behind the door and burst straight into the sky.

A real response!

However, this was not what made Kergash's blood boil, and the dusty door slowly opened at the same time as the battle cry was heard.

"Since you are still a member of Zuaman, I am willing to fight alongside you. But I still won't trust you, this war will be your chance and your clan to prove themselves!"

"Don't let me down again!

At this moment, it was as if he did not hear the voice of the Overseer, and his gaze followed the gradually unfolding gate into the depths, the familiar green jungle, the familiar temple city, the familiar home......

Countless complicated emotions mixed in his heart, and after a long time, Kergas raised his head and said meaningfully: "For, Zuaman......"

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Behind the Fasselin, bathed in warm sunlight, Lanlos could only feel the coldness that was getting stronger and stronger.

In front of his eyes, only he could see a projection, a projection of himself, the difference was that this 'self' was naked, and complex green lines spread all over his chest and back, like the fangs and claws of a ferocious beast. It seems to be irregular, but there seems to be some mystery in the dark.

This is a demonic enchantment, a tattoo built from evil energy.

It strengthens the demon's physical fitness, but at the same time, it gradually changes their appearance.

Touching the tight skin, there was not a trace of joy on Lanlos's face.

It was an accident, an accident beyond his own and Sagrete's calculations, and for the always cautious Lanlos, he didn't want such an accident to happen a second time.

If Lanlos was using the Soul Harvest on Leash during the slash phase, then it could also be explained by side effects. But it was clear that Leash was dead at that time.

Although its soul condensed due to the help of its powerful regenerative ability, there was no doubt that if he was left to lie on the ground, he would soon become a real corpse.

The idea that cutting off a troll's head will create two trolls is just a joke.

The reason why Lanlos would recklessly use soul harvesting on Leash was precisely because the death of the other party had already been determined, and according to Sagrete's analysis and his own experience, harvesting soul fragments would not have any side effects on himself.

All he wanted was to increase his regenerative power.

Combining all of this, he finally attributed the cause to the surge of evil energy, or rather, the unknown state.

The devil in my heart......

Thinking back to the figure that lingered in his thoughts, Lan Luos inexplicably felt a trace of trepidation. He originally thought that the 'self' would only appear when the evil energy surge was activated, but unexpectedly, that 'self' could actually appear on its own initiative and forcibly absorb the evil energy in Lyash's body.

What is the intention of that 'self'......

Wait a minute!

In his distress, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through Lanlos's mind, and he realized that he seemed to be missing something......

Sagret couldn't spy on his own mind, so how did he detect the 'demon' attached to his soul?!

Someone is lying!

The furrow between his eyebrows suddenly deepened, and the elven mage's eyes gradually narrowed.

Either Sagrete is hiding the facts, or, misleading......

A glimmer of hope rose in Lanloth's heart, a hope that made him extremely excited!

"Sagrete, thoroughly analyze the 'demon in the heart', I want detailed information! No matter how much energy is consumed!"

Receiving Commands...... Performing ......

Warn...... Independent thought camouflage is working...... Continued implementation will have unpredictable consequences......

"it, it's unpredictable! Get rid of it, get her out of here!"

Receiving Commands......

Tick!

Warn...... Unknown energy overflow detected......

Energy? just energy!

An extremely hideous color flashed across Lanloth's face.

Give it to me, get out!

Warn...... Warn......

As Lanloth made contact with the strange chaotic energy, the unique electronically synthesized voice belonging to Sagritus drifted away.