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So he sent out a large number of falcons to secretly observe the battlefield, and what he saw was a scene that made his eyes widen in horror.

The blood elves were consciously collecting the heads of fallen trolls! These heads were then given to some blood elves dressed in strange robes and wielding a jumble of magical artifacts! And then, these blood elves proceeded to perform a ritual sacrifice in a very trollish manner!!

Finally, with a numb gaze, he watched as Bwonsamdi's messenger leisurely drifted across the sacrificial site, carrying away the souls that should have returned to Zul'Aman...

Ekilson, who instantly understood the cause and effect of the matter, angrily went to Malacas to tell him what he had seen, hoping that he would question Bwonsamdi about why he did this, but Malacas could only sigh.

“Ekilson, before you discovered this, could you have imagined that those elves would sacrifice the heads of our warriors in the way we trolls do?”

"Malakas!! Their sacrifices are completely illegitimate! They could never truly believe in Bwonsamdi!"

“But Bumsanddi has undoubtedly exploited this loophole. The souls can't return to us. If this continues, we'll be doomed. Ekilson... seal off Zul'Aman…”

Upon hearing this, Ekilson's expression changed instantly; he looked at Marakas as if he were a complete stranger.

"Notify the other three to seal off Zul'Aman! We must! We must hold out until Lord Zul'jin awakens after completing the Four Spirits ritual! Even if all of Zul'Aman is reduced to ashes! Lord Zul'jin cannot be harmed! As long as Lord Zul'jin and the Four Spirits are alive, the Amani trolls will have a chance to rise again!!"

"I understand."

Ekilson spat dismissively and left the pyramid of Malacas. Malacas watched Ekilson's retreating figure, gripping his scepter tightly, his white knuckles almost bulging through his skin.

“…Ekilson, Ekilson, what do you understand? I lost my bet. The blood elves have changed. They've learned our voodoo, they're using our traditions to attack us! They're already a deadly force for us!…If we Amani trolls don't change…we're doomed!”

Completely bewildered by the collapse of his plans, Malacas was oblivious to the fact that several birds, resembling real birds but utterly devoid of any life, had appeared in the dense undergrowth of Zul'Aman...

10. Zu'aman – The Eagle Falls

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were few.

In the embrace of twilight, deeper than daytime, apart from the troll sentinels patrolling vigilantly with torches, the other trolls in Zul'Aman were fast asleep. The occasional soft croaking of frogs made the entire troll city seem even more tranquil.

However....

With a deafening roar, mushroom-shaped clouds rose from every corner of Zul'Aman, illuminated by the firelight. High-explosive shells brutally tore apart the bodies of trolls near the blast points, destroyed tents, shattered ancient stone walls, and even caused the Altar of the Four Spirits to tremble slightly.

"Enemy attack!!!"

The ominous alarm bells echoed through Zul'Aman. The trolls, whose sleep had been largely dispelled by the explosions, leaped from the ground or from their straw mats and animal hides, grabbed their ever-present weapons, quickly donned their armor, and rushed toward their respective troop's emergency assembly point. Their tamed beasts roared as they were released from their cages, searching for their masters among the crowd.

But all of this had nothing to do with Ekilson, who stood quietly in the middle of the altar, coldly looking at the four people standing in front of him. At his feet, his eagle priests lay on the ground, the huge wounds on their throats and the blood flowing in the patterns on the altar clearly showing that these trolls had offered themselves up as sacrifices.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you Amani trolls so cowardly? You can't wait to commit suicide when you see us blood elves?"

Iggy regretfully put away the few troll-style items he had taken out of his bag when he parachuted in, including a mask, a string of skull bells, a gaudy cloak, and a bottle of incense.

"Blood Elves, when did you get involved with Bwonsamdi?"

Ignoring Iggy's provocation, Ekilson's chest rose and fell slowly, his tone calm and even, as if the person standing in front of him was not the Amani troll's nemesis of thousands of years, but an old friend.

"Who is Bumsandi? I don't know him."

As he answered that question, Iggy threw the two medicine bottles at Egilson's feet. The red and blue bottles reflected an eerie and cruel glow under the moonlight. Faced with Iggy's sudden attack, Egilson merely narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Fine... I'll just ask your souls directly! I am the falcon! And you are the prey!!!"

Dark clouds obscured the sun, and thunder roared.

——————————————The Pyramid of the Hex Lord——————————————————

Hex Lord Malacas knelt on the ground, staring angrily at Bwonsamdi's blurry, misty head floating before him.

"Bunsandy! You still dare to come see me?"

"Relax, relax, little Malacas, old Bwonsamdi is just here to see you."

Bumsandi grinned maliciously, but in Malacas's eyes, Bumsandi's behavior was nothing short of a provocation!

"Three days! Three days have passed without a single one of our warriors' complete souls returning to us! Bwonsamdi! You have desecrated your duty as a Loa for the sake of souls!"

Upon hearing Malacas's accusation, Bumsandi grinned, revealing a comical smile.

“The blood elves don’t believe in me, but their rituals are mine. My apostles feel those souls should return to my underworld. What can I do? You can’t expect me to tell my apostles—ah, those people don’t believe in me, so ignore their sacrifices to me, can you?”

"So you've come to mock me, Bwonsamdi? To mock me for offering you the souls of our Amani tribe through the hands of the blood elves?"

"No, no, no, old Bumsandi never mocks anyone. Old Bumsandi appeared before you simply because... perhaps my Hades will soon have some more interesting souls?"

Malacas's face immediately darkened.

"This is Zul'Aman, the capital of the thousand-year-old Amani Empire! Tens of thousands of souls slumber here! Bwonsamdi! Even if you are the troll god of death, it is impossible for you to forcibly take a soul from us!"

"When have you ever heard of Old Bumsandi stealing souls? The souls in Old Bumsandi's Underworld all came there voluntarily or were forced to come..."

Bumsandi's head image slowly disappeared from Marakas's sight, leaving a sentence echoing in the air.

"So, would you be interested in visiting my Underworld Palace after you die, Malacas?"

——————————————Eagle Altar————————————————————

"Crackling! Rumbling..."

Dark, gloomy clouds hung like a heavy lid over the Eagle Altar. Howling winds shook the ancient trees around the altar, which were so large that three people could barely encircle them, causing their branches to bend at angles that were normally impossible. Dazzling lightning, accompanied by deafening thunder, continuously struck the altar. In the center of the altar, Egilson stretched his arms towards the sky, his figure proud. Around the altar, four figures were desperately running to avoid the lightning.

"Ora ora ora, take this!"

Because she was the weakest and immediately drew Egilson's ire, Iggy became her primary target. The Eagle God's lightning relentlessly pursued her, forcing Iggy to resort to her trump card—a rideable magical broom. She circled Egilson repeatedly, simultaneously showering him with all sorts of random items—lava bottles, freezing potions, taunt dolls—with water. While these didn't inflict significant damage, visually, the area around Egilson resembled a junkyard...

"I'm here, you idiot."

Sylvanas deftly rolled away from a bolt of lightning, and at the same time, she stretched out her arm and drew an arrow from the quiver on her back. The arrowhead was made of white bone and had a faint green glow on it. She nocked the arrow on her bow, took a quick aim, and released the bowstring towards Ekilson's chest. The arrow, carrying a terrible curse, pierced through the gale and embedded itself in Ekilson's chest, splattering blood everywhere.

"Fireball, fireball, fireball, fireball..."

Compared to Sylvanas's agility and swiftness, and Iggy's Brownian motion, Archmage Romans's chosen tactic was much more composed—he directly used magical artifacts to create a barrier that absorbed natural damage, ignoring most of the lightning that posed no threat to him, and then stood inside the barrier, bombarding Egilson with the most basic fire magic of mages, only occasionally shifting his feet slightly when Egilson made him his primary target.

"Boom—Boom—"

Since the battlefield had completely turned into a world of lightning, Tani did not hesitate to abandon the normal machine-swarm tactics and instead pulled out a bunch of heavy weapons to set up a firing line, bombarding Egilson with cannon fire. However, to her slight surprise, this firepower, which even the elite demons of the Burning Legion could hardly withstand, did not cause Egilson any serious damage. No, it should be said that so far, none of the four people present had been able to cause Egilson any damage beyond superficial wounds!

"Gala..."

Just as the battle reached its climax, a discordant sound reached the ears of everyone present. Tannis looked up and found that an eagle statue placed on the edge of the altar was now covered in cracks, and the faint figure of a troll appeared on it. Looking around, the other eagle statues in the triangular area were also no longer intact, each with fresh wounds!

Could it be...?

A guess had barely flashed through Tannis's mind when Sylvanas, realizing what this might mean even faster, acted. Risking the damage of two bolts of lightning, the Dark Queen's spirit detached from her body, revealing her true form as a banshee. The next moment, the Banshee Queen's eyes blazed with crimson light, and black mist swirled behind her.

"what!!!!!!!!!!"

A scream that exceeded the limits of human eardrums rang out. Even though Tanis was not targeted by Sylvanas, she was still stunned for almost a second by the Banshee Queen's banshee scream. The four eagle statues that were targeted by the Banshee Queen were not so lucky. The malicious voice, carrying a powerful death force, tore through the surface and went straight to the core!

"Do not!!!"

As if sensing something, Ekilson made a sound for the first time in the battle, but he could not stop the souls of the four eagle priests who had voluntarily sacrificed themselves to enter the four eagle statues from turning to ashes under the banshee's howl. He could only watch helplessly as the four statues collapsed at the same time!

"Your trick is over, Ekilson!"

Archmage Romans clasped his hands together, and a fireball several times larger, with significantly greater heat and brightness than a normal fireball, appeared in his palms. This was none other than the advanced version of the Fireball spell – Fireball!

However, even faster than him was the Banshee Queen's arrow. Not wanting to waste any time, Sylvanas, after returning to her body, unleashed a barrage of ten cursed arrows at Ekilson's body, which was no longer protected by voodoo magic. This made Ekilson look like a hedgehog from the front. With the curse and poison entering his body, the lightning storm that Ekilson was channeling was also interrupted.

"howl!!!!"

Knowing he was doomed, Egilson let out a desolate battle cry, gathering the power of the Eagle God in his hands to form sharp claws, and pounced on Romans—even if he died, he would take one down with him!

However...

The crisp sound of glass shattering rang out, and a large patch of cold mist appeared in front of Egilson's feet. Stepping into the mist, Egilson slowed his movements, revealing a small opening.

"call out!!!!!!"

Two rockets flew off Tannis's shoulder and slammed heavily into Egilson's waist. Although he had already used the power of the Eagle God to defend against the explosion, the shockwave still forced Egilson to take a small step back—a fatal small step.

"die."

The last thing Egilson saw was a fireball the size of a washbasin flying toward his head. Romans's Extreme Fireball brutally pierced through Egilson's magic resistance, tore through his magic defense, and completely engulfed his upper body.

Ekilson's embodiment—death.

XI. The End of Zu'aman, and the Visitors from Beyond

“Ekilson is dead.......”

Standing inside his pyramid, Maracas looked at the eagles soaring overhead and wondered whether he should feel sorrow or acceptance.

Yes, hadn't I already foreseen this ending? From the moment I learned that the Blood Elves had abandoned their pride and started using those incomprehensible voodoo rituals that unexpectedly connected them with Bwonsamdi, I had already foreseen the end of the Amani Empire—not to mention that the Blood Elves had somehow managed to seize the positions of the Four Spirit Priests and directly parachuted into Zul'Aman, which was still under a sealed barrier, to carry out a decapitation strike. Now that the strongest Eagle God Priest is dead, it's clear that the remaining three priests probably won't last past the night.

"The Four Spirits Ritual is destined to fail... Is tonight the last day of the Amani Empire...?"

"Little Malacas, little Malacas, look what I have in my hand!"

Bwonsamdi, the persistent ghost, appeared behind Malacas once again, this time as a full-body projection, carrying the soul of a tall troll in his hand.

"This is...?"

Malacas's eyes widened when he saw the Troll Soul that Bwonsamdi was carrying.

"Hush, don't be surprised, little Malacas. Your ritual is brilliant, truly brilliant, but your Loa are a bit too weak. Given a pretext, it won't be difficult for old Bwonsamdi to take something from them..."

"I see..."

Having figured things out, Malacas picked up an Oath Arrow from the table and broke it in front of Bwonsamdi.

"Bwonsamdi, the sorcerer Malacas hereby swears that after my death, my soul will go to your underworld!"

"Very good, very good... You are indeed a clever child... I have decided to preserve your heritage, hahahahaha..."

Seeing the sorcerer's actions, Bwonsamdi burst into a gleeful laugh.

"So, what should I do, Bumsandi?"

Having received Bwonsamdi's assurance, the sorcerer's tone unconsciously relaxed.

"You don't need to do anything, just stay here and wait for your end... Old Bumsandi will be watching you, watching you... Hahahaha..."

With laughter, Bwonsamdi's figure faded away from the pyramid once more. Malacas exhaled softly, used voodoo to issue a command to the other trolls of Zul'Aman, and then quietly returned to behind his altar, silently awaiting his destiny.

———————————————Giant Bear Altar————————————————————

"Isn't this priest of the Bear God a bit too weak?"