"Wei, great Loa! Please forgive my offense. I have no intention of disturbing you, me, me, I..."

The red-haired troll knelt on the ground shivered and spoke incoherently.

In Angma's ghost vision, the life fire of this troll is very weak, just like ordinary people, and it is not as strong as the priests of Bonsandy. Although the nails are covered with many voodoo dust needed for ritual sacrifices, even the nails have changed color and are difficult to wash off. At a glance, you can tell that you often assist the official priests in holding rituals to communicate with the dead, but it seems that they have not grasped the essence at all.

"You are the first troll who dares to trek into the forest and tell me what you are going to do." Angma said coldly.

The red-haired troll swallowed and stuttered, "I, I heard that the souls of the ancestors were all...."

"Save it," he paused for a moment before finding the right words, "My... parents were killed by night elves a few years ago. I, I have been worshiping them, but they have never responded to me... so I... I just want to find them here..."

So you become a crappy priest of the dead in order to communicate with them. Angma thought.

"You should know that no one can step into this forest without my permission, including your king..."

The young red-haired troll hurriedly bowed:

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, I just, just..."

"You have ten minutes."

Angma shook her head helplessly, grabbed the red-haired troll, sucked a ball of soul aura, let go of her perception, and searched among the thousands of dead souls wandering in the forest.

Seeing this, the red-haired troll knew that the gods not only forgave their rashness, but also prepared to help them fulfill their wishes. They lowered their bodies again and praised them with gratitude.

"Thank you for your generosity, thank you for your generosity..."

Angma ignored him, and after a while, he found two dead souls with similar auras, and then exuded his own inexplicable aura, just like summoning thousands of dead souls from the Underworld Palace a few days ago, and directly attracted them.

As the dead soul approached, Angma suddenly discovered an abnormality.

Their eyes were hollow and their mouths were wide open, and they did not move freely like normal souls and even maintained their minds during their lifetime. Their spirits were blurred, as if a gust of wind could blow away...

Angma glanced at the red-haired troll with anticipation and sighed secretly.

After spending so long with the dead soul, he has been accustomed to such examples. Only a few of them are intact in the dead souls that are attracted to the forest. Most of them have been drained from their souls and become wise wandering souls. They cannot think and respond to external stimuli. They will only be driven by instinct and wander aimlessly in places where the undead energy is relatively peaceful and rich.

"Dad, mom!"

When the red-haired troll saw these two dead souls, the eyes of the red-haired trolls and crawls over, and stands three meters away from the spirit of their parents and crying. Three meters is the safest distance for the living to come into contact with the dead souls face to face. No matter how close it is, unless a proper voodoo ritual is performed in advance, not only will the living be affected by the energy of the dead soul, but the dead soul will also be burned by the power of the living body.

"It's been so long, so long! I finally found you..."

As he cried, the red-haired troll suddenly realized something was wrong, wiped away the tears, looked up at his parents.

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you talk?" In a hurry, he stepped within three meters, and her parents' spirit body immediately began to burn, scaring him so much that he hurriedly shrank back.

"Look at me, dad, mom, it's me! Don't you know me anymore?"

Finally, when the word "Hatu" was mentioned, the female troll's soul frowned slightly and lowered her head in confusion.

The red-haired troll was full of joy. He lifted up the hem of his robe and wiped his face several times, trying to make himself look natural. He stood in front of his mother, hoping that she would recognize him. But the female troll's dead soul's eyes only stayed on his face for a few seconds before moving away, and returned to his stupid appearance again.

"No, no..." The red-haired troll sobbed, buried his face in his hands, and his shoulders kept shaking. Although it was only the lowest-level assistant, he also understood the reason why the soul was in this state.

Bonsandy gives the living troll power and draws power from the dead troll souls.

Equivalent exchange.

fair enough.

All trolls know.

Over the years, through various channels, he gradually learned that only the troll souls who entered the Nether Palace could not be taken away from the soul power that maintained their wisdom. The reason why Bonsandy was like this was entirely because the kingdom of the deceased also needed to be maintained by his subordinates.

Angma looked at the crying red-haired trolls, and listened to the harsh crying, and felt a little bitter in her heart.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

A girl's cry suddenly came from the forest, and basin-sized flames followed closely and quickly attacked the red-haired troll.

It was Elisander, the night elf girl whose family, friends and classmates all died at the hands of the troll. Her delicate little face was twisted tightly. While thinking of the troll's rushing, her hands kept throwing out the powerful energy-shaping spell she had just learned from Angman these days.

Angma had noticed it long ago.

He waved his hand, and all the fireballs dissipated on their own in the air, and Alisander was also firmly controlled in the air by the huge force emerging out of thin air, locking his spell casting ability.

"Let me go!"

The girl who was as obedient as a sheep was surprisingly violent at this time. Even if she was stopped, she still kept her teeth and claws, and anger was erupting in her eyes, and a small silver teeth were almost broken.

"Alisand..." Angma floated to the girl and sighed.

The girl ignored it, pulled out a troll from her boots and gave it to her for a small cutter knife for cutting meat, threw it at the red-haired troll, and landed softly and weakly halfway.

"Tila is dead, Navatu is seriously injured, and she is about to die. I can only watch her die... The road ahead is dark, I really need you to tell me how I can save my little sister...I, I..."

The red-haired troll, immersed in pain, was unaware of what happened here and was still telling his parents who would never be able to respond to them.

"Woo...wow!"

I don’t know if it was caused by the sadness or the depression caused by the fruitless revenge, or maybe it was both, but Elisand, who had an extremely complicated mood, started crying loudly, and cried for a few days, all the pain that had been holding in his heart.

Angma suddenly frowned and asked, "Tila and Navatu are your family?"

The red-haired troll wiped his eyes, turned around, and knelt down and said, "Yes, the supreme Loa. Both of them are my sisters. The dead Tira is eight years old, Navatu is the youngest, only three years old. After their parents died, they are taken by me."

"How did you die and how did you hurt?" Angma asked again.

"Yes, yes..." The red-haired troll looked at Zudasa's direction and lowered his body again.

Angma was silent, his hesitant look confirmed his previous speculation.

The culprit was the "Prophet", the big explosion caused by the arrival.

"May I have your name?"

"Hatu, my name is Hato."

Angma glanced at Hatu, and floated back while holding Alisand, who was crying, and said, "Get up, Hatu. If you want, I just need a priest."
Chapter completed!