"That's Zul'jin!"

Sylvanas saw the one-armed troll standing on the top of the mountain at a glance.

The troll also saw her. Their eyes met deeply on the mountain.

Zuljin smiled grimly.

Sylvanas responded with contempt. She ran slowly around the troll camp to see if the troll dared to challenge her. As a result, the female elf was a little disappointed.

"Let's go, the troll won't come out today."

After circling the troll camp, Sylvanas said to her men and started to return on her chocobo.

Once back in the army, Sylvanas got off the chocobo and handed it to the guards to take away.

Romance was already waiting at the door. Under the mage's mask, she saw his twinkling eyes full of uneasiness.

"Let's go to the Chinese Army to talk."

Sylvanas replied.

At this time, her central army gathered all the elites and regular rangers, and lined up outside the city of Quitalin to monitor the troll army. The remaining militiamen were digging soil in the vehicle barracks to build a new military camp.

"Lor'themar, Hawksbill, and the trolls will not fight us today," Sylvanas said to his two commanders.

They can also see from their current position that the trolls on the opposite side are also digging trenches. Countless troll workers have dug countless trenches across the entire hill. If they attack by force, both infantry and cavalry can only be defeated.

Fill in the ditch and start a melee with the trolls.

"We can't be in a hurry. We must build our camp strong first. We will go out to fight the trolls tomorrow. If they still stay in the camp, they will destroy themselves."

Sylvanas and her officers looked towards the trolls, and the elves were waiting for her to continue speaking.

"Although the trolls occupied the high ground first, we also have an advantage. With engineering weapons, they can only be beaten passively. After repairing the camp, we will start advancing tomorrow and then build a fort there." Sylvanas pointed.

There is a depression ahead, at the foot of the troll camp: "Bring all the ballistae up, burn their camp with kerosene, and drive them all out."

"This method is feasible, madam, leave this task to me."

Sylvanas heard the voice and looked over. It was Countess Tiadlin, the leader of the blood knights in the officer corps.

"Well, I will dispatch militia and ballistae to you." Sylvanas nodded.

"Lor'themar, Hawksbill, you are still leading the cavalry regiments to cruise on the left and right flanks of the army. I think the trolls did not retreat or take the opportunity to attack, but only acted like they were standing firm. There must be something that allowed them to do this.

Win, but I don't know. You are responsible for covering both sides of the army," the female elf said.

"As ordered." X2

"Other officers, take your troops and line them up like a drill, and advance to the foot of the mountain together tomorrow."

"Arch Mage Rommath, what did you just want to say?"

Romance heard the female elf calling her, and decided to keep what Xin wanted to say in his heart first, and then tell her at the right time. As a spellcaster of the prophecy school, he knew better, but some elves could be sacrificed for victory.

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The female elf continued to arrange some logistics and scheduling matters, and then returned to her tent.

Her heart is now longing for a battle. In response to the elf's desire for victory, the extraordinary abilities in her body also follow her thoughts, becoming eager to try and eager for a battle. She has the feeling that as long as there is a hearty battle, in the

The extraordinary nature that originally belonged to her would be born in her body. But at this time, the more she told herself to stay calm.

Dark night falls, the sky is filled with stars, it is a moonless night.

In the troll camp, past the leather tents, at the large bonfire in the center, seven or eight hundred elves were tied into a string with ropes, and the other ends of the ropes were tied to large and small wooden stakes. Every elf's eyes were dull.

Kneeling on the ground, they were the men led by Halduron before, who were captured by trolls in the forest after being abandoned. Those trolls were instructed to deliberately leave their lives. These elves are exactly what Rommath wants to say.

matter.

Around the wooden stakes, the troll voodoo sorcerers were provoking a sacrificial dance in the face of the flames. The highest priest, Malacas, was chanting incantations in front of the four totems on the altar. There was no doubt that he was preparing.

A blood ritual.

The dance ended at ten minutes of midnight, and the voodoo sorcerer turned around to select the sacrifices from the captives. One by one, they touched the heads of the elves, picked up their faces, and looked at the teeth inside, just like selecting animals, and also

They need to pinch four. In order to increase the success rate, they need to select the strongest and healthiest elves. The more carefully the sacrifices are made, the more favor they will win over the local animal spirits.

At this moment, a tall one-armed troll walked out from among the many ordinary trolls watching the ceremony, and they quickly moved out of the way.

"Great warrior Zul'jin. It seems you have made your decision."

"Malacas, there is no need to salute me. For the sake of my tribe, I decided to accept the ceremony, but you must ensure that you can win in the future."

"There is no doubt that after the ceremony, you will activate the power of the four spirits, which is unrivaled power."

"I hope so, where do I need to stand?"

"Right in the center of this altar."

Zul'jin walked to the middle of the altar.

"The ceremony can begin" Malakas shouted to the voodoo sorcerers under the altar. With this shout, the big bonfire roared up.

The voodoo priests pressed the elves they selected onto the altar, and pressed the necks of the elves in their hands against the grooves on the highest edge. The altar, which is more than ten meters wide, can accommodate 50 elves at a time.

"Let the ceremony begin." Malakas's staff hit the ground, the drum beat started, and he muttered words. Rhythmic words came out of his mouth one after another. His feet and body began to dance the war dance in conjunction with the spell.

. He twisted his body, stepped to the beat of the drum, and came to an elf. He slashed the side of the elf's neck with a knife, and blood sprayed into the groove.

Then he continued to jump to the next elf. He walked over one by one and opened the artery for each elf. After a while, the warm blood filled the groove of the altar, and the red liquid flowed inside.

A ghostly face pattern was formed, but the elves still looked dull and unconscious.

"Spirit of the giant bear, I offer my blood and soul to you. Please answer my call after you have eaten."

The giant bear totem on the altar shines with blood-colored light. The blood in the grooves is reduced visibly to the naked eye. At this time, the giant bear totem becomes blood red as if it has absorbed blood. A bear-shaped natural spirit appears on the totem.

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"Maracas, I heard your cry. What request did you have in calling me?"

"Spirit of the giant bear, please give our warriors the power of the wild bear."

He heard the troll's words, and spat out a mouthful of red light that fell on Zuljin. The troll immediately felt something different, with muscles bulging and rushing power flowing in his blood vessels. He couldn't help but hit it with a wave of his hand.

There was a loud sound.

"This power is really great, Malacas, you did a great job."

"Haha, Lord Zuljin, there are other powers." Malakas smiled and continued to shout: "Bring them back."

The second batch of fifty elves were brought to the altar, and the ceremony was the same. This time, the spirit of the lynx was summoned.

"The spirit of the lynx, the phantom in the forest, please give our warriors the agility of a cat."

Another red light sprayed onto Zul'jin, and he moved slightly. The shadow actually appeared on the altar and dozens of meters away at the same time.

"With such agility, my control of power has become more mature. What else does Malacath have?"

"And with the power of the dragon eagle and the eagle, you can fly and send out lightning and flames to devour your enemies."

The blood sacrifice continued, and the dragon eagle spirit and the eagle spirit enjoyed the blood food and were smoothly given strength.

Zuljin flew into the sky, and two bolts of lightning and fire pillars hit the bottom of the altar, and the entire land was burned to black.

Malacas looked up and his eyes shone, and he praised his masterpiece: "It's great. With such power, our clan's victory is just around the corner."

"Although I have no doubt, but..." Zuljin fell back to the altar: "But there are heroes among those dwarf bean sprouts, but I am not afraid, everything will be known tomorrow."

"These corpses will become tonight's food." Zuljin laughed loudly, grabbed an elf and ate it in one gulp.

Following its movements, 88 troll ancestors flying in the sky happily joined the feast, and then ordinary trolls also joined in to feast.

The blood light floated in the troll camp, and the blood sacrifice ceremony continued.
Chapter completed!