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After repeating the process several times and examining all the remains, Haduron emerged from the cave.

"Iggy, in the troll voodoo magic system, what is the role of the heart?"

"The heart of an intelligent being is one of the best sacrificial materials, especially for those Loa gods who have not yet shed their wild nature, it is an unparalleled delicacy... General Haduron, could it be that the hearts of the dead have all been removed?"

"Yes."

"Phew...it seems things are getting a bit complicated..."

Just as Iggy was trying his best to recall what effects such a sacrifice might have, Tannis also made a terrible discovery and reported it to Haduron.

"Two boxes of colorless crystal fragments were also stolen?"

"The people behind those beasts must have sensed that the colorless crystals were some kind of high-energy polymer; however, they didn't open the two boxes of colorless crystals they took."

"Did you install a self-destruct device on it?"

Haduron's eyes lit up as he thought about Tannis's usual behavior.

"It's just a location alarm device. I'm not crazy enough to blow up my own hometown anytime, anywhere."

"That's enough. Let's locate those bastards first, and then make a decision."

————————————Eternal Song Forest, Edge——————————————

"Halraz, the best sacrifice is a whole elf, not just a heart."

In the shadow of a large, dense tree, dozens of lynxes lay and several Amani troll witch doctors stood, and in the very center of them, the projection of the sorcerer lord flickered in and out of view with the dappled sunlight.

"The alarm was triggered the moment my lynxes launched their attack. I did everything I could to take their hearts, Maracas."

Opposite the Sorcery Lord, a projection of Halraz, whose body is sealed with the spirit of the lynx, lurks in the darkness; only his voice can prove his presence.

"Then, at most we can only warn that Loa who has overstepped his bounds."

“Even if it’s just a warning, we must issue it immediately, Maracas. I don’t want the souls of our warriors to be lost elsewhere.”

Jayalai's voice came from the treetop, and the projection of this Dragonhawk Spirit's wielder had flames raging in its eyes, as if it were about to spew Dragonhawk fire from its mouth at any moment.

"Ekilson, Nalorak, what do you think?"

"random."

This was Nalorak's answer; his soldiers, who commanded the War Bear Cavalry, had not yet entered the battlefield, and therefore he had not lost his soul.

"Warning: With our current manpower in Eversong Forest, it's far too difficult to gather enough offerings to strike that unknown Loa."

Ekilson shook his hand helplessly. Deep down, he desperately wanted to teach Loa, who had stolen the soul of his eagle scout, a lesson, but reality forced him to submit.

"Since you've agreed, then..."

Malacas's projection slowly descended into the body of a troll witch doctor, and the next moment, a dark light shone in the troll witch doctor's eyes.

"Let's...begin..."

“Yes, Marakas…”

The remaining troll witch doctors slowly opened their pupils, which had changed color drastically, and began to dance a strange and twisted dance around the heart that had been placed in the brazier. As the smoke billowed, a dark blue curtain began to descend from the treetops, and within the curtain, blurry waves of air spread.

Then, a majestic voice rang out.

"How dare you spy on my Underworld Palace!"

The ceremony ended as the words were spoken.

————————————Zu'aman——————————————————

"Damn it... why Bumsandi?"

Malacas stood up from beside the Ritual Ring, clutching his head. He knew without using magic that the witch doctors in Eversong Forest were beyond saving, along with the lynx lying next to them.

“Bunsandy... we cannot deny his actions of taking away souls simply from the perspective of his position.”

Ekilson was also in a bind. Bwonsamdi was the troll reaper, and legally speaking, he could take the soul of any dead troll!

"Is all we can do to ask Bumsandi to stop taking away our people's souls?"

Jayalai was deflated. He knew very well that although the Loa and Bwonsamdi sealed inside them were both Loa, their combat power was on a completely different level!

"...Tell Bwonsamdi that we are fighting the Elves, and we need the souls of our fallen warriors; we hope they will understand."

After thinking for a few seconds, Malacas spoke helplessly. After all... the current Amani Empire really couldn't afford to offend Bwonsamdi...

VII. Zu'aman - Overture

At dawn, the first rays of sunlight tore through the last vestiges of darkness, casting dappled shadows across the earth through the dense canopy of trees, illuminating the land of Eversong Forest. The blood elf ranger, having rested all night, yawned as he climbed out of bed and reached the top of the watchtower to signal his comrades to change shifts.

However, when he reached the top of the watchtower, he was not greeted by his comrades, but by a fierce-looking eagle with wings wreathed in lightning, and by Amani troll warriors who descended from the sky, wielding sharp blades and wearing eagle masks. At their feet, several blood elf sentinels lay dead, their blood soaking the stone top of the tower.

"Enemy attack!!!"

The ranger only had time to pull the flare on his body before his chest was pierced by a sharp blade. In the last second before he fell, he saw dozens of fireworks bloom in the sky.

Why did the Amani trolls suddenly launch a full-scale attack?

With this question in mind, the Blood Elf Ranger's consciousness was forever plunged into darkness.

————————————Zu'aman——————————————————

"Marakas, I need an explanation!!"

The pyramid gate of the sorcerer lord was kicked open violently, and four Amani trolls who had sealed the essence of the Loa slowly walked into the territory of Malacas in a row, looking angrily at the sorcerer lord who, for some unknown reason, had given the order for the Amani trolls of Eversong Forest to launch a general attack!

"Bumsandi has agreed not to take the souls of our fallen warriors, but only for one battle."

Maracas leaned on his staff, his voice trembling with rage. Not long ago, he had made a pact with Bwonsamdi, but the contents of the pact were utterly humiliating.

"Does Bwonsamdi think he can do whatever he wants just because he's the troll reaper?!"

Nalorak let out an angry roar.

"I'm sorry, but I can do whatever I want in this area."

Before Malacas could reply, Bwonsamdi's voice rang out from within his pyramid. Then, Bwonsamdi's face emerged from a cloud of dark blue mist. He looked around and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"You Amani trolls are supposed to be one of the most honorable branches of the Zandalari trolls, how come your architectural taste has regressed after thousands of years? No wonder the souls of your people have become worse with each generation!"

"Bumsandi, why did you set foot on Zu'aman's soil?"

Knowing that Bwonsamdi was using the contractual connection between them to spy on Zul'Aman, Malakas stepped forward and slightly tightened his grip on his weapon.

"Relax, relax, little guy. I'm just here to take a look. After all, I haven't been here for thousands of years. It's normal for old Bonsandi to suddenly have a whim."

Bwonsamdi's head bounced repeatedly in the smoke, seemingly trying to show that he meant no harm, but to the Amani trolls present, Bwonsamdi's behavior was nothing short of provocation!

"You don't intend to breach the contract, do you, Bumsandi?"

"Of course, old Bwonsamdi wouldn't stoop to such a despicable act. However, Lord of the Amani Trolls' sorcery, old Bwonsamdi has something he wants to confirm with you. According to the contract, old Bwonsamdi is only prohibited from actively collecting the souls of your warriors who have died in the ongoing war. But if someone sacrifices the souls of your warriors to old Bwonsamdi using a ritual performed by trolls who worship me, according to the rules of the Loa, old Bwonsamdi will have no choice but to accept it."

"...That's natural."

Although he didn't know what Bwonsamdi meant by suddenly coming over and saying this, and vaguely sensed that there was a trap in Bwonsamdi's words, Malacas had no reason to refute Bwonsamdi's reasoning. Sacrificing enemies to one's Loa was a common practice for trolls, and as a troll with the power of the Loa sealed within him, he couldn't deny it.

"That's good, that's good..."

Bwonsamdi disappeared with a wicked grin, leaving the five Amani troll leaders looking at each other in bewilderment. After a long while, Ekilson finally spoke.

"The pact with Bwonsamdi is only half the reason for your invasion, Malacas. Given the current situation, we could choose to retreat and wait for the blood elves and those skeletons to fight each other to a standstill before cleaning up the mess."

"Because we're running out of time, Ekilson. Bonsandi's contempt for us is justified. The current Amani Empire is no longer the empire that could hold its own against those damned invaders..."

As he said this, Malacas lifted a metal box placed on the altar, revealing neatly arranged colorless crystals inside.

"These are... demon spirits? How come there are so many?"

Ekilson frowned, sensing that things were not so simple.

"These were spoils of war that Halraz's servants took while retrieving the hearts of the victims. I initially thought they were just some small items, but..."

Malacas raised his head and looked at the other four trolls.

"The fact that the elves could place so many of these magic-like things on a single outpost means they've solved their energy problem after the destruction of their damned well, and their mage forces are about to be restored. The presence of humans on the battlefield means they've made contact with humans again... Time is not on our side, Egilson."

"You're gambling!!! Marakas!!"

“I know, that’s why I took this gamble. If we win, we’ll reclaim the Holy Land; if we lose, we’ll have nothing….”

After saying this, Malacas sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and began to sing an ancient and mournful song of the Amani trolls.

"This is our land, the land of the trolls!"

Our Amani tribe settled here a long time ago!

But the elves and the Alliance together drove us out of our homeland.

However, we have never given up, nor have we ever forgotten.

I hate you all, I hate every single one of you.

But I have a surprise for you.

bring it on…

The Amani trolls never gave up, never forgot, and never died.

This is our land.

If you covet this place, then stay here forever.

I will bury you here..."

———————————————— Main Camp ————————————————

The sudden all-out attack by the Amani trolls put the allied forces on high alert. Under the command of several leaders, one combat squad after another completed their resupply and rushed to the battlefield.

"Why did those guys suddenly choose to fight us in a decisive battle? This doesn't fit their strategy!"

Although he was heartbroken by the initial casualties, Haduron was secretly pleased. The fact that the Amani trolls chose to engage in a decisive battle with his forces was exactly what he wanted to see.

"Who knows, maybe it was Iggy's sacrifice that provoked them?"

Tennys, who was trying to pinpoint the coordinates of the colorless crystal box by tracking the signal it was sending back, was typing wildly on the keyboard, making unreliable guesses as she went.

"Putting aside whether my sacrifice was successful or not, if this little thing can provoke those bastards of the Amani trolls, then we wouldn't have been fighting them for so many years after the Troll Wars ended without eradicating these pests! Why don't you think it has anything to do with you, Tannis the Great Tinker!"