After seeing Padridge off, Angma took a hot bath, climbed into bed at noon, and fell asleep.

Unless he is exhausted to a certain extent, such as exhaustion of magic power and exhaustion of mental power, the mage will basically not dream. But today, Angma, who is neither affected nor mentally damaged, has a strange dream.

"Great Loa, please listen to my humble call..."

"Great Prophet, I am your humble servant Hatu..."

In the dream, some kind of power that is unchanging but not disgusting, leads him to a forest.

There are many troll souls "live" in the forest.

The face is painted with oil, and the troll deceased priest holding incense walks through it to soothe the soul.

Outside the forest, a wide range of tribute codes are placed on the novel altar, including flesh and blood, as well as gold and silver objects. A large number of troll civilians recited the name of the "Prophet" and kept kneeling and praying. In the distance, a temple complex covering an active and wide area has begun to take shape, and thousands of troll workers are working devoutly in the construction site...

After noticing Angma in the air, all the trolls were overjoyed and shouted with gratitude, "The Prophet's Appearance" and could not stand up.

Angma then realized that this was not a dream.

Following the direction of the sound, he floated into the forest. Hatu, the "high priest" he had appointed, was chanting the prayer that originally belonged to Bonsandy in the middle of an altar.

Hatu was still the same Hatu, but it looked completely different. The red hair was neatly braided and hung on the chest, and the clothes were replaced with priestly robes decorated with skeletons and bird feathers. In the lingering incense, Hatu had a bit of a high priestish smell.

"Hatu, why are you calling me?"

Angma asked softly.

Hatu was startled and hurriedly turned around, and was excited after seeing Angma clearly.

"You have finally responded to me! All the trolls thank you for your generosity. The souls have gained the rest of their dreams in this forest... With the help of other Loa, I formed a group of priests dedicated to you only. We call ourselves "prophet priests"... Beg you not to feel displeased. Most of the priests are the dead priests who have changed their past and have once worshipped at Bonsandy... Of course, other Loa also sent their most trusted priests to help me..."

Finished...

Angma said three times in his heart, wishing he could cover his face and cry out loud. He really didn't want to have any intersection with the trolls living in the nearby land headed by the Zandala tribe.

Because seven thousand two hundred years later, the Zandala tribe would incite the Amani trolls to attack Quelthalas and the Kingdom of Araso of humanity.

Over the long river of time, after amplification of the span of up to seven thousand years, any subtle changes may trigger a terrible butterfly effect.

Angma has a headache for the new Loa who has become a troll in a confused manner. If it affects the decision of the Zandala tribe seven thousand years later, and prevents the war that should have happened again, the situation in the entire Eastern Continent will be rewritten.

In this way, the time nodes that Angma had been born in this world through time no longer exist. Time is unpredictable, and he cannot guarantee whether he will still exist safely if the environment changes.

"How many of you have?" Angma asked.

"Three...more than three thousand people." Hatu said, kneeling on the ground.

so much?

Angma originally wanted Hatu to dismiss all his followers, but as soon as he heard this number, he fell into deep grief.

Well, it seems that I can only find a way to remedy this legacy influence in the future, he thought helplessly.

"So, is it just to summon me to tell me this?"

"No, no!" Hatu stood up and said frantically, "Great Loa, you have no desires and no desires, and you are not greedy for the deliciousness of your soul. You care for mortals as you care for your offspring. The trolls have never seen a generous god like you. Many trolls are willing to worship you..."

The more Angma listens, the more he feels colder.

"...I have selected three hundred trolls like me from your most devout believers and taught them the knowledge of magic... I will uphold your will and protect the trolls, and like you, all things with good hearts."

Magic? Angma frowned, and Hatu was so scared that he hurriedly knelt down.

"Hatu, have you learned magic?"

"Great Loa, I definitely didn't learn it on purpose! That day, the night elf girl shot a fireball at me. After I went back, I followed her and stretched out my hand, but a pigpen collapsed, and the sow almost broke the fangs on her right... "Hatu said frankly.

Looking at Hatu, who was silly, Angma was originally funny, but soon realized something was wrong.

"I also paid a lot of money for the owner of the pigpen," Hatu continued to repent, "I feel sorry for the prophet. After I went back, I actually used the authority you gave to ask the guards to buy the sow that hurt me and roast it. It...it's really delicious."

Angma hurriedly interrupted: "Hatu, tell me the point. I asked you if you had learned magic, but you were talking about being robbed by a sow."

If Hatu continues to talk about it, the topic must be biased towards Argus.

Hatu said tremblingly: "I really didn't learn secretly, really didn't! I didn't mean it, I just took a look..."

OK, the answer is irrelevant.

"So you took a look and you learned to cast a spell?"

That being said, Angma didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart. If he could learn magic by just one glance, it would be a day and a night to become a legendary wizard? Such a person could not exist in this world.

Genius...even the word genius is not enough to evaluate this talent.

"It's true, it's true! I really didn't lie. If I lie, I will always be a slave to Bonsandy and suffer eternal torture in his underworld!" Hatu, who was wronged, had tears in the corner of his eyes, and made poisonous oaths, and his head was clattering.

"Stop, stop quickly!" Angma hurriedly stopped him. He would be stupid if he knocked on him again. This ha-tu is really...

Simple and cute.

“Show it to me.”

“Yes, yes!”

Hatu wiped away his tears and stood up.

Without seeing the spell, without seeing the casting, Angma's unparalleled mental power, nor did he feel any spell model forming in Hatu's mind. He only felt that the arcane energy in the magic net around him began to gather towards Hatu quickly...

Hatu grabbed with both hands, and a stream of arcane energy swept over. With a "brush", it turned into a coiled flame halfway through, and gathered into a fireball in his hands.

His expression was suddenly serious and sincerely displayed the magic he had learned to the prophet. At this time, Hatu was no longer the silly troll, but he actually had a kind of...

Masterlike style.

Hatu pushed his hands hard and pointed at the sky.

The fireball that came out of his hand continued to absorb the arcane energy that was free from the air, and it rose wildly, expanding three or five times in a few seconds. The blazing temperature distorted the air. In the end, it faintly formed a pterodactyl that was stretching its wings. After flying over a distance of hundreds of meters, it slowly dissipated...

Angma was stunned.

"I...I only know this spell." Hatu changed back to a silly look and scratched his head guiltily.

Angma only felt that there were ten thousand Kodo beasts running by in his heart. After passing by, it was not enough to finish it. He ran back and pulled a bunch of poop, which piled up into a mountain of poop, choking in his throat.

Hatu, you didn't lie to me, are you? This is really ten days ago, when you were attacked by Alisand using fireball, you just took a look...

Learned?

Then what is the fireball technique that took me two months to master?

In front of Angma's vast spiritual power, from expressions to mental fluctuations caused by thinking, all the secrets of Hatu have nowhere to hide. After repeatedly confirming that Hatu was not lying, Angma sighed.

"Hatu, you are a genius."

Hatu was overjoyed and giggled.

"Do you want to learn more spells?"

Hatu nodded violently.

"But I want to ask you a few questions first... Do you hate the night elves? They killed your parents."

Angma slowly descended, looking at Ha Tu.

"Hate, but not hate," Hatu replied.

Angma sniffed a few deep sips of the incense specially dedicated to Loa, and suddenly felt refreshed and asked, "Explain it."

"I hate the night elves who started the war. The night elves are missing nothing, but they are coming to attack us. It's really wrong for us, because we have been plundering their borders. I don't hate those soldiers, they are just fulfilling their responsibilities. But if I can meet someone who killed my parents, I will kill them too, so that we can get a break and our parents will also get real rest." Hatu said without thinking.

Angma's expression gradually became softer, "Then why do you want to learn magic and teach others about magic?"

Hatu said with some inferiority, "Because... because only magic can allow me to control my own destiny, no longer helpless, no longer be merciless."

Angma shook her head and said, "Hatu, the same thing can be understood as breaking the rules and bottom line and becoming a dangerous person."

"No, no," Hatu hurriedly explained, "I just don't want others to understand the pain I've experienced, and I don't want their loved ones to sacrifice for incorrect things. I want to do the right thing."

"This is a very broad topic, what do you think is the right thing to do?"

Hatu pondered: "Let goodness end good, let mistakes go on the right path, and evil can no longer hurt those who have good thoughts."

Angma's heartstring was touched.

"Hatu, if evil comes, your family, friends, and your tribe will not be threatened at all. At this time, will you stand up and give your own strength for those strange kindness, or even sacrifice yourself?"

"I will."

Hatu blinked, as if answering an obvious question.

Angma looked at him carefully for a while, then slowly nodded after a while, and then took off and dissipated.

“Summon me on the third day of each month and I will teach you new magical knowledge.”
Chapter completed!