After entering the swamp's interior, Salian and Valera had to be on their guard.

It's not that the boar people have excellent perception, but that ...... There were so many of them that almost every step of the way required careful brushing the edge of a boarman's body.

[This TM is a razor swamp? Why didn't we have so many pigs when we first came in to play dungeons? 】

[Nonsense, how can the game be filled with dungeons, that's a compromise made for the sake of gameplay.] 】

[I have the illusion of entering the Azeroth version of India inexplicably...... Could it be that the prototype of the wild boar man is the third brother, right? 】

[Kouhu! The third brother is obviously a Deleni person, is their dance not loud enough? 】

[How cold, I'm playing with mud in the Northeast. 】

【Grass! 】

Caught in the gloom, Saljan doesn't have time to pay attention to the gags of the barrage, and as he delves deeper into the Razor Swamp, he gradually discovers a pattern.

The farther you go, the more dense the boar people are, and the crowd at the entrance quickly improves by the middle of the swamp.

The boar people who live here look a little stronger than their compatriots at the entrance, which shows that there must be a clear class division in the boar people's society.

[Brahmin? also said that it was not the third brother. 】

[Nonsense, the brahmins have not yet arrived. 】

[If you insist on using the third brother as an analogy, the Shudras and Vaishyas who live at the door should be the lower of the four castes, these strong boar people are at most the second-level Kshatriyas, and the Brahmin priests led by Kargar Thorn are still in the innermost. 】

Arriving in the middle of the swamp, where there was relatively little traffic, Saléan and Valera paused for a rest, as they had been exhausted from the crowd of the previous stretch.

Sarean: "I kind of understand, the class system of this boar people is also a typical pyramid type, and the higher you go, the fewer people there are. ”

Valera agreed in the Soul Link channel, "The next infiltration should be less difficult, I don't know where Agamagan's soul will be imprisoned." ”

Sarjan: "I guess it's going to be taken care of by Karga Thorn Rib, I don't know how Calga Thorn Rib, as a mortal, imprisons the soul of a demigod." ”

Ever since the decision was made to rescue Agamagan, this question has been plaguing Sarean.

As a member of the mortals, Sarean didn't want to say that mortals had no chance of defeating the demigods, but there was a fundamental difference between the two life forms.

Even with souls, Agamagan was a true demigod of the wilderness, and despite the large number of boar people, Sarren had never heard of any genius among them.

Therefore, Salian boldly suspects that there is another force behind the boar people who are secretly manipulating.

Based on the information that the thieves of Backlight Blade have investigated in advance and the information provided by the barrage, Karga Thorn Rib has a deep cooperation with the Necro Clan, which has always been spurned by most boar people.

The Dead Whispers are psychics who play necromancy, and given the Warden and Denatius' long-standing coveting of Azeroth, Sarajan can't help but think deeper.

Anyone who is a little smarter knows that eggs can't be put in one basket, and is the Scourge really the only pawn of Denatius and the Warden in Azeroth?

Sarean wasn't sure, he was used to preparing for the worst first, so that he wouldn't be in a hurry if something unexpected happened.

As they continue their journey into the depths of the swamp, Salajan and Valera see more depraved and blasphemous images.

Karga Thorn Rib captured a number of descendants of the wild boar demigod Agamagan, a group of giant boars with a certain spirituality and the ability to speak.

When Saljan and Valera saw the boars, their bodies had been corrupted by some unknown evil magic, and the craters looked very penetrating.

Saljan endured his nausea and hid in the shadows, carefully observing the corrupted boars.

"It seems that Karga Thorn's research has indeed achieved certain results."

"Look at these poor wild boars, they have completely lost control of their bodies, their souls are afraid that they have long left their bodies, and what controls their activities is some unknown spell of the boar people."

The deeper she went, the stronger the stench of decay in the swamp became, and Valeera's face was unsightly, but she managed to resist the discomfort of walking on the foul-smelling muddy road.

"Saljan, where do you think these spiritual boar souls have gone?"

Sarren's expression moved slightly: "You mean?" ”

"Hmm." Valira frowned and said, "If your previous guess was correct, then I have reason to suspect that these Agamagan souls have been sent to the Shadow Realm to squeeze their mental energy. ”

Due to Sarren's involvement in the Shadow Realm, the eldest daughter Gristia and the Winter Queen have both raised their guard against Denatius.

Coupled with the civil war that is now in full swing in Ravenders, it is impossible for the skilled, Denatius, to recklessly channel his mental energy to the Abyss.

Since the old path would not work, Denatius and the Warden would certainly not sit idly by, and they would definitely find a way to find other ways to acquire mental energy.

Salian shook his head and shook off his chaotic thoughts for a while: "My conjecture is not yet confirmed, don't speculate along this line of thought yet, it may be a dead end of wasting energy and time." ”

"Anyway, let's first investigate what the boar people's means of imprisoning Agamagan's soul are, and where they come from."

"Keep going, we should be not far from the center of the swamp."

Bypassing the giant boars with hollow eyes, Salaen and Valera silently continued their deeper.

At this point, the density of the Boar People decreases considerably, and it often takes a few minutes to walk for a few minutes to see some Boar People spellcasters who are conducting various spell experiments.

In barrage terms, these priestly class boar men are the so-called Brahmin aristocracy, and each spell caster is served by at least a dozen respectful low-level boar men.

These priestly boarmen knew much more information than the low-ranking boarmen out there.

Despite the boar-man's Kalim accent, Salaen and Valera patiently eavesdropped on the boar-man priests who were still talking.

"How's the experiment going on the Kargar side?"

"Harm~ There is no progress."

"Maybe it's because the gap in soul power is too big, even if she uses the spell taught by that adult, the master mother still can't control Agamagan's soul, and can only barely restrain him from leaving."

The first priest to speak asked in a hesitant whisper, "Is it really necessary for us to do this?" Why can't we wait until Lord Agamagam is resurrected normally? ”

"This blasphemous practice...... To be honest, I can't quite accept it. ”

"Shhhh Don't die! ”

The second priest hurriedly lowered his voice and motioned to the other party to shut up: "You are definitely not the only one who has an opinion about the Mistress's approach, guess where the most fierce opponents have gone?" ”

"Hey...... I just can't look at it in private and complain, I don't have the courage to stand up and give my opinion, don't worry. ”

The second priest shook his head helplessly, "How can I like these evil blasphemy spells. ”

"If the normal process is followed, it will take at least a few hundred years for Lord Agamagan to be resurrected."

"You also know how our population is doing now, as the population grows and resources are being depleted at a faster rate, the development of the population is severely restricted."

"Less than 20% of the cubs born this year survive with enough food."

"The barren land has few resources, and if we want to get more land and more food, we are bound to clash with our neighbors."

"Don't you want to live in that fertile Mogaure grassland? The damn Minotaur took the good pasture before we did. ”

"You also know that our boar people are far more powerful than the minotaurs, and in order to defeat the minotaurs and seize more resources, we must rely on the strength of Lord Agamagan, and the Calgards have no choice but to make this decision."

'The Lord? As a last resort? ’

Sarjan's eyes narrowed slightly: "A good standard method of throwing the pot, you have to be able to poison the demigod you believe in?" The Amani troll who sacrifices Loa at every turn should give you a good look. ’

As Sarean had speculated before, there were indeed other forces behind the boar people, but for the time being, they didn't know who the other party was.

As the two boar priests themselves said, the individual strength of the boar people was far inferior to that of the Azeroth powerhouses, each with their own strengths.

In order for the tribe to survive better, it is common to expand their territory and grab resources, but this is by no means the main reason for them to attack Agamagan, there must be a greater conspiracy behind this matter.

'Could it be...... Was it really the warden and Denatius's other preparation? ’