Ekirsong was originally the name of the eagle Loa worshipped by Zu Aman. According to the tradition of the Amani Empire, all the priests of Loa abandoned their original names and called themselves the name of the Loa worshipped by themselves.

Most trolls, including Loa of the Amani Empire, do not know what this strange rule is for, but Andrea has a guess in combination with the development in original history.

When the trolls are forced into desperate situations, they will sacrifice Loa, who they originally worshipped, and seal their power into their respective priests.

This method of not being named is probably to allow these priests to replace Loa's identity and name on one day and provide Zu Aman with powerful force to resist foreign enemies.

This dark ritual has been explicitly banned by Zandala since tens of thousands of years ago, but as a feudal empire that guards the side alone, Amani obviously would not obey all the orders of Zandala.

When a half-human and half-bird creature in the sky flapped its wings and flew near the city gate, Andrea knew that the group of Amani trolls had already taken action, and the eagle Loa Ekielsson was sealed into his unknown priest.

‘What is this? We are all Akunda?’

He complained speechlessly in his heart, Andrea used the shadow shuttle to teleport behind the troll priest who claimed to be Ekirson, and used the wind to hang in the air.

At this time, Ekirson (the troll) was waving his wings and swelling at the high elves on the ground. Countless small tornado groups were raging in the military formation of the high elves, adding a lot of trouble to the rangers and mages to continue their march.

Kelthas consumed a lot of magic power in his previous attack. Amani Forest could not efficiently absorb magic power from the Sun Well to supplement it. It would take him a short time to wait before he could recover his combat power again.

Forest trolls and high elves have been hostile to each other for more than two thousand years, and have long known each other.

The height of Ekirson's flight was just beyond the limit of attack ranges of high-level rangers such as Leresa. The three Wind Walker sisters looked up at the annoying fly on their heads, but for a while, they had no choice but to do anything to him.

Just as Ekirson tried hard to delay the speed of the high elves' march and tried to give the defenders in the city more time to prepare, the sudden chill from behind made him shudder and his feathers stood up all over his body.

"Who?!"

While turning around, he waved his left wing, and a sharp wind blade crossed the sky, but nothing hit.

Andrea, who was behind Ekirsson, was not going to talk nonsense with this guy, and he stretched out his finger and pointed silently at the back of Ekirsson's head.

As the shadow energy entered the body, Ekirsson's body suddenly became stiff. True Ekirsson, who was sealed in the depths of his soul, quickly woke up under the catalysis of some external force and tried to get rid of his control.

"No!!"

Feeling the power of Loa in his body that was gradually losing control, Ekirson (the troll) screamed in horror.

The feathers on his body began to fall off one by one, and abnormal twists appeared on his half-human and half-bird's face. His mouth was switching back and forth between his sharp beak and the troll's fangs, and he could tell at a glance that he was in an unstable state.

"What did you do?!"

Andrea retreated more than ten meters away, shrugged and said, "It's nothing, it just activates the soul of Loa who was suppressed by you with magic potion, and enjoy the consequences of blasphemy."

"Ahhhhhh!"

The torn pain inside his body made Ekielsson (the troll) unable to speak anymore. A phantom of an eagle appeared from behind him, and his angry eyes were staring at him.

As the soul of the giant eagle precipitated, all the visions caused by the fusion of Loa's power disappeared. He lost the wings that flew in the sky, and also lost the ability of the eagle Loa to control the strong wind, and fell down like a weight.

An unlucky giant bear cavalry was smashed by something from above. Ekirson (the troll), whose strength had not yet completely dissipated, smashed the cavalry into a disgusting mosaic.

"Cry!"

True Ekirson angrily shook his long cry to the sky, and the last power on the Eagle God Priest was completely sucked away, and the troll priest was also sucked into the bird's beak.

"Take one."

Watching the eagle Loa Ekirsson nodding to him and gradually fading away, Andrea's eyes turned to the chief's altar in the deepest part of Zu Aman.

At this time, the elite troops of the high elves escaped the blockade of the strong wind and had already broken through the defense line of the Amani trolls and attacked the last stone building in front of the chief's altar.

According to Andrea's memo, the building should have been the residence of the witchcraft Maracas.

But the leader Sylvanas had already rushed out from the other end of the building, and it was obvious that the building was already empty.

Aurelia and Wenleza each led a unit to advance to both sides, gradually completing the encirclement of the entire Zuoman.

Countless forest troll civilians hid in their simple stone hut in horror, trembling. Zu Aman, who lacked the defenders, seemed to have no power to resist at all.

But in fact, most of Zu'aman's defenders were concentrated in one place by someone, and the civilians in the city were completely abandoned by him.

When Andrea transformed into a golden eagle and flew over the chief's altar, Selace and Kelthas had also marched here with the Rangers and the mages of the Sun Wrath Legion.

The spacious chieftain's altar was filled with a strong smell of blood. Countless troll warriors with broken legs were lying on the ground and moaning. Their blood followed the strange patterns on the ground and entered the feet of the troll standing in the center.

Andrea looked at the weird green robe on this guy's body and thoughtfully guessed, "Does the magician Maracas?"

Maracas ignored the high elves army attacking in front of him. The rangers' arrows and all spell attacks were blocked by the blood-red shield on his body.

Behind Maracas there is a huge venomous snake phantom, which should be one of the Loa worshipped by the Amani trolls.

But at this time, the poisonous snake, Loa, seemed to be in great pain. Its soul was twisting wildly, as if it was suffering from unimaginable great pain.

The blood gathered at Maracas's feet was suspended in the air, and thin blood-colored threads pierced into the body of the poisonous snake Loa. Maracas, with a fanatical look on his face, began to chant loudly.

"Gohoun, the great blood god, your humble servant Maracas offers you a delicious offering. Give me a powerful force that can destroy the enemy!"

"Gohorne?"

Andrea's face became serious. He didn't expect that there would be a hidden believer in the Amani troll.

"hiss!"

The poisonous snake, Loa, was unable to escape its own bad luck in the end. Its soul gradually became incomplete under the extraction of blood threads. Instead, it was replaced by the blood power filled with Maracas's body. The increasingly strong smell of blood made Leresa and others frown.

Selace asked her husband in surprise, "Andrea, is the Gorhorn he said, the one I think?"

Andrea nodded solemnly. The surge in Maracas's power had already exceeded his own limits, and the swelling energy pushed the robe on his body to make a sound.

"The blood god Gohorn is undoubtedly the artificial ancient god sealed on Zandala Island, but..."

Andrea was a little puzzled, ‘Can Gohon’s power and corrosion extend to other continents? Or is something wrong with Zandala?’
Chapter completed!