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Zuljin, the Amani Troll Warlord has never experienced such a terrible nightmare in his life. He felt like he was tightly bound by heavy steel cables, and every muscle in his body could not move, even his eyes.

He couldn't open it. He didn't dare to take a big breath, because every breath would bring severe pain. The lingering pain in his heart made him realize that he was still conscious. He was afraid of suffocation, so he was still alive.

'Bwonsamdi!' he shouted in his heart. At this moment, he firmly believed that only the powerful Loa, the god of death, could save him.

'If I'm not dead, I'm definitely alive.'

"I haven't made a decision about your life or death yet, Zujin." A deep and powerful voice came.

Whose voice was that? But he understood that it was just his hallucination. He wanted to turn his head to the right, but his body was still unable to move, so he could only turn his consciousness there. He saw many trolls, all of them ghosts, floating

In mid-air. They were all moving, but Zujin didn't know where they were going.

"Look here!"

The voice just now came again and was irresistible. Zujin immediately turned his consciousness to the left. It was an image that generally looked like a troll, but its expression was like wearing a ritual mask, very ferocious and terrifying. He

It was Bwonsamdi, the god of death of the troll clan. He shook his head slowly and looked at Zujin with cold eyes.

"Great Death, please help me."

"People are always like this. Only when they are about to die do they think of me, the unwelcome god of death, and then hope that I will let their souls go." Bwonsamdi tapped the bones of his hands against each other, as if to Zuljin.

His prayers fell on deaf ears.

"I am... participating in a war, Bwonsamdi. I believe you have harvested many souls on the battlefield. It is not a big deal if your kingdom lacks one of mine. Let me go, and I will bring you more death.

"

The Loa laughed loudly, and the sound seemed to be lashing Zujin's soul. "Zujin, you have never participated in any war just to please me. But now, when you should dedicate yourself to me

At that time, I was still struggling to survive. You said that I harvested a lot of souls on the battlefield, which is really a joke. I can tell you clearly that you are the first soul I obtained."

"This is impossible!" Zujin wished he could clench his fists at this time, but his arms were still numb and unable to exert any force. "So many deaths, alliance and tribe."

"The humans in the Alliance only believe in the Holy Light and will not be willing to enter the other world. The orcs in the tribe...they all smell of demons! Tell me, what did I get on the battlefield?"

"This...you have indeed gained nothing. But I can bring you many souls while I am alive. From now on, I promise to serve you, as long as you let me go."

Other laughter from the distance passed by Zujin's ears like ripples. One was sharp like mourning, and the other was deep and deep. These two laughter hinted at the other two Loa gods, whom Zujin knew - bats.

The god Cyric and the tiger god Shivalar.

"Listen, even Sirik and Shivalar don't trust you. How do you expect me to believe that after I let you go, you won't find other gods to fight against me and betray your promise?"

Zujin felt a little happy that the God of Death had begun to discuss the terms with him, but he knew that he would pay a greater price for it.

"I will pay any price to show my sincerity, as long as you let me escape death."

These last words seemed to touch Bwonsamdi's back scales, and the blue flames flashing in his eyes became even more intense.

"No one can escape death. No one!" Bwonsamdi roared. "Zuljin, I should have refused your request. You are not even my true people, but I am willing to give you a chance. However, Aman

My little guy, you must understand that you are serving old Bwonsamdi, and I will leave a lingering 'mark' on you. This pain... hahaha...!" The god of death laughed,

"When the time comes, you'll just wish you had succumbed to death now."

…

"what's on your mind?"

The confusion in Nathanos's voice pulled Zuljin out of the fog of memories. The troll warlord rarely thought about the past, especially the memory of the deal he made with Death.

Bwonsamdi was right, he only wished he had succumbed to death. When his left arm was torn off by the shadow, he was shaken. But the rage of revenge made him persist, even if the ritual dagger came

The fear that met his right eye could not make him flinch.

It's all for today!

Zujin was surprised to find that while he was in a daze, Nathanos had killed his men, and the elegant long sword was already covered with blood. The two dogs next to the undead were snatching a piece from the troll corpse.

The meat is torn off.

"Bwonsamdi will definitely like these souls." He grinned at Nathanos. "But he will definitely want your soul even more."

"Go back and tell your god of death." Nathanos pulled a piece of linen cloth from the corpse at his feet and wiped Quel'Delar with it. "I am already dead! In return, I will send you to him personally."

"You bragging brat!" Zulkin roared angrily and flew towards Nathanos. Although he only had one arm, Nathanos had to hold the hilt of the sword with both hands to resist. At this moment, he

Only then did he realize that this troll who dealt with the god of death could only obtain stronger power from his god, rather than becoming weaker because of the lack of arms and legs.

"Your attack is terrible!" Nathanos said, trying to make the troll angrier, so that he could show his weakness. "Your forest has been occupied by outsiders, and your people hide like rats.

."

"At least I am still alive, and you are a dead man!" Zujin slashed again and scolded Nathanos, "Your face is disgusting, and you exude the stench of rotting corpses! You know what other humans do

Treat a corpse like you? All they show is contempt and hatred! Your relatives hate you, your lover hates you, because everything they cherish has been destroyed by creatures like you!"

Nathanos felt his heart, which was no longer beating, tighten strangely. He realized that he had never thought about what people other than Alleria would think of him now. Is it true? His relatives really...

…

... He tried his best to drive away these doubts and glared at Zujin. "I have regained my freedom. It's not like some guy who is not like a human or a ghost is here to claim that he is still alive. Take a good look at your appearance.

Zujin, have you looked in the mirror?"

"Ah!!! I'm going to rip out your tongue!"

Zujin had exerted all his strength. Nathanos took this opportunity to withdraw the power in his hand. The troll's body naturally tilted forward due to this change. Nathanos grabbed Zujin's right arm and pulled it back.

He was thrown backwards, but when the troll leader finally fell, he stood firmly on the ground and did not fall.

"Admit it, little boy. You are no match for me."

"I'm not alone!"

Zujin was startled by these words. He turned around suddenly and found that Nathanos's two dogs had appeared on his left and right sides.
Chapter completed!