"Galia, Ekirsson, I know you have any objections, but can you tell me directly, do you have to use this method? Dakara, Kazrakin, you are all the children I appreciate most, and even you are going to betray me?"

The heads of half of the Amani trolls gathered in Maracas's house, and they all stood opposite Zujin and surrounded him.

Dakara said: "Zujin, I admit that you were our hero and led us through the most difficult years. But you are too old! The Amani Empire wants to regain its glory and cannot place hope on humans. They are a group of greedy, shameless, sinister and cunning guys!"

If it weren't for Muwei, Dakara should have been Zujin's successor, and had studied with Zujin for several years. His betrayal also made Zujin's heartbroken the most.

Faraz, who finally got the opportunity, also said: "Yes. The revival of the trolls can only rely on the trolls! The great prophet Zul has guided us the way."

"Zuer? That idiot! The credit of him and the evil god behind him is not as good as that of humans. Zandala can't even handle his own troubles, so she dares to deal with me, Amani?" Zujin turned his head to his subordinates disdain and said, "Hmph! You always say that the revival of the trolls depends on yourself, but you still place your hope on the evil god? It's so stupid!"

"What is the most needed to rebuild the Amani Empire? Is it illusory power? No! It is the population, the people who are enough to carry the glorious traditions of the empire! Our current population is less than one percent of the empire's heyday."

"No evil god can give us all this! They will only drink our blood and eat our flesh, making us weaker and weaker."

"But the people on earth can make us stronger: the high-yield farms allow everyone to eat. Children can learn various skills with specialized mentors instead of looking for food hungry all day long; the elderly do not need to exile themselves, they can summarize what they have learned in their lives and accumulate our culture in the tribe. These are our own strengths!"

At this time, Zu Jin was in awe of momentum and was surrounded by everyone without fear. Because he had firm belief as support. He firmly believed that the entire Amani tribe was his source of strength. Betrayal of a few people could not shake his foundation.

The power of the seven Loa beast souls gathered and surged in Zujin's body, and the power of the dragon eagle and the eagle god of Galea and Ekielsson were activated.

Dakara and others looked at each other, and their hearts were shaken.

"What are you still hesitating about? Today, when you come here, what will happen if Zujin leaves?" Maracas, who has been hiding behind the people, had to stand up and encourage his morale. His words even brought some strange spiritual power, and just two words made him sweat.

"What are the consequences? I, Zu Jin, never give up on my brothers, but I will never forgive my enemies! Do you want to be my brothers or enemies?" Zu Jin stood in the middle with the pressure formed over the years coming towards me like a mountain and a mountain, almost suffocating everyone.

"Defeat Zujin, it proves that he is old. His existence is the obstacle to Amani's advance towards prosperity." A whisper sounded in his heart, and another force supported them in opposition to Zujin's pressure.

After all, Faraz does not belong to the Amani tribe and does not have a deep awe of Zujin. When others hesitate, he roars and waves the sword to slash at Zujin. As long as he provokes the civil strife of Amani, whether it is Zujin suppressing the leaders or the Marakas rebellion successful, it will greatly damage Amani's vitality and the master's goal will be achieved.

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"Damn it! Hallaz, why don't you stop him?" Narolak roared.

Harraz, who fused the Bobcat Spirit, raised a blood-stained rag, sniffed: "It's the smell of humans, to be precise, the smell of humans in Azeroth. I will definitely recognize him when I see you next time."

Muwei had led people to kill other cultists, but the captured prisoners actually withered on their own and turned into a pool of rotten meat.

"I used the spirit-taking magic to search the souls of these people. The one who ran away just now should be Father Twilight. This is just a place where they train new people in the tribe, and there is a more hidden nest. Let's report to the chief quickly."

"Before I came out, I heard that the chief was going to find Maracas today. Let's go there directly." Harraz said.

When the group kicked Maracas's follower away and broke into the manor, Zu Jin grabbed the neck of the magic lord with one hand and carried him off the ground. There was a body next to it with a twisted neck. Dakara and others knelt on one knee, their heads lowered so much that they almost hit the ground.

Hearing the movement at the door, Zujin kicked Dakara and said, "What are you guys doing when you stand there? Why don't you go and arrest all the Maracas's confidants?"

Then he turned around and said, "Harraz, how are you doing?"

Dakara was stunned for a moment before she realized that Zu Jin had no intention of dealing with their betrayal, and even helped them cover up in front of outsiders.

"Did the chief know that we were here for a long time, but he deliberately sent out Harraz and the others? As long as the news was not leaked, the others didn't know that we had stood opposite to the chief, and they thought we were here to help him deal with Maracas. In order for the tribe to not be in civil strife, the chief took the risk to come alone? And what did we do? He actually suspected him and betrayed him! Try to replace him! Why do we have this idea?"

"Yes, Mara Cast asked us to drink and chat last night. After drinking too much, everyone couldn't help but complain a lot. The atmosphere was a bit weird at that time, and we were probably caught!"

"The chief is far-sighted and devotes his life to Amani, and we will still doubt him. As a result, someone will take advantage of his inner dissatisfaction and almost lead to a disaster. Damn it! If anyone dares to doubt the chief again in the future and is dissatisfied with the chief, I will first turn off his head."

Thinking of this, Dakara couldn't help but say in shame: "Chief, we..."

At the same time, I was deeply afraid that if Zu Jin had not been generous and helped to cover up, they might have ended up like Maracas.

Zujin didn't give him a chance to speak, so he came over to Maracasse, who fainted and said, "Dakara, leave this traitor to you for interrogation and take out everything he knows. Go quickly. I'll be in the end tonight."

Dakara caught the fainting Maracas, then kicked and pulled Kazlakin, Galeya and Ekirson away.

"Maracas is indeed a problem. Let's go back first and tell us about your situation."

The next day, a survey report was drafted by Mu Wei. Zu Jin signed the signature and sent it to Lu Huasheng, telling in detail what Mu Wei learned about it. Of course, Zu Jin did not mention the matter of Dakara and the others, and Mu Wei didn't know it at all, so naturally he would not write it into the report.

"Maracas, Prophet Zul, Father Twilight! Humph, big deal!"
Chapter completed!