Bwonsamdi is obviously playing a double role with Blake.

General Draven, who was watching coldly, could see the fishy relationship between the two guys at a glance. The Stoneborn commander even guessed more truths. For example, the slick and cunning Bwonsamdi should be Black, the evil god who planted in the Ardent Blue Fairy.

Wild spy.

Just seeing how many down-and-out Loa gods it has gathered, you can tell that this guy has big plans.

When Bwonsamdi shouted the slogan of overthrowing the Winter Queen's rule, the scene of the incited Loa's unanimous consent made the Stoneborn General's heart tremble.

Even without a heart of flesh and blood, he could feel the desperate mentality of these Loa.

But who can blame it?

Draven glanced at Lady Moonberry, who was hiding behind the little murloc and turned pale with fright. The Stoneborn commander shook his head slightly. The rule of the Winter Queen has always been criticized by the Great Emperor.

The Great Emperor once commented that the Queen of Winter was dull and had an inflexible temperament, and was too attached to the rules of the power of life.

When she artificially divided these natural spirits from the material world into different grades in her forest, unfair disasters had already been laid.

Now that the Winter Queen is forced to suffer from the crisis of missing anima planned by the earth, she has lost her mind and started sacrificing Loa to maintain the prosperity of Ardenweald. This is a bad move.

Loas don't want to die either.

The already oppressed conflict became acute at this moment, coupled with the fact that Blake, a solid conspirator, was secretly behind the scenes, and Bwonsamdi, a eloquent villain, showed up to win over them.

The Loas will naturally become united under the pressure of the situation.

Amidst the roars of the Loa's common enemy, General Elune looked up at the tranquil woodland in the distance wrapped in blue light. I had not yet imagined in my mind the scene of the eternal woodland falling into flames of war.

The King of Winter, your Royal Court of Charming Night and the Night Fae army are no longer in trouble.

What's even more frightening is that we haven't been immersed in peace for too long, and we don't even have the slightest awareness of safety.

"Everyone, go get ready!"

Amidst the roars of the Loa, Draven, who was very satisfied with the "Loa army", generously took out the anima treasure box he got from the Maw, kicked it open, and grabbed a handful of precious

The epic anima orb was thrown towards the eighty or so Loa behind him.

I shouted:

"Eating those hearts will make you weak. Each of you will restrain Ezera and summon your own beast families. They gathered there eight days ago. You take them into the heart of the forest!"

The foolish reign of the Winter King will end at this time. Suffering souls, you promise them that before the new era of Azeroth is pushed away, the spiritual seed greenhouse will be restarted as soon as possible!"

The evil god narrowed his eyes and looked at the eager Loas behind him. I waved my little hand and made a promise:

"The Loa with the least effort in the battle will get the first chance to be resurrected! Even if the world they came from was destroyed in the war, the fertile Rassandi will open its arms to them.

You haven't made a contract with the golden king of the troll civilization, so they can get the best treatment in this kingdom of gods."

"Thank you for the gift, Mr. Noisy Brother, and those idiots!"

Bang Aize took advantage of the opportunity and made a gimmick. He happily took out an Anima Orb suitable for him from Draven's Anima Treasure Box and put it in his pocket.

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At the last moment, the Muerzas who had been summoned chaotically expressed their gratitude to Draven, and under the majestic command of the evil god, they returned to the forest with the precious anima they had been given, and went to prepare for the war.

Those guys who are usually bullied at the bottom of Azeroth are like a group of rats who have found the support of little people, and they will all be proud and confident.

I have no idea that I have not been deceived into being cannon fodder.

Yes, the evil god with a hairpin heart is such a affectionate guy.

I always keep my word. As long as those Loa can persist until the Winter King is defeated by me, the promised reward will definitely be gone. Anyway, with the situation in front of Lasliucong, it doesn’t matter where Muerza comes from.

will be welcomed.

"What you did was wrong."

Draven watched the first one, the flashy-looking kitten Loa, disappear into the forest at the entrance to the other world. He put on this false smile on his face and turned to face Bang Aize who straightened up in front of him.

explain:

"The idea you sent Yu Lai to lurk in Azeroth is indeed a genius' idea. A little villain like him who talks sweetly and has a sword is best suited to do that kind of thing.

Before you attack the heart of the forest and overthrow the foolish rule of the Winter King, how about you make him a Loa of Arzera: Steward, and take charge of all Loa who come to the forest?"

"Shout, I'm an old man from Rassandy. What kind of local song is he singing to you over there?"

Bang Aize changed his flattering look and played with the Anima Orb he took out of his pocket rather spinelessly. He let out a weird laugh and said to Draven:

"Don't bother you with that stinking pirate thing. You are only serving his career. Punishment is punishment. It doesn't matter whether you get promoted or not. The main thing is what the Winter King did.

It's really too much.

You thought you were just joking to intimidate you, but you didn't expect that you actually asked the Wild Hunting Group to end the capture of these Loa spirits that no one usually cares about.

Seriously, you're scared."

The troll Death looked around, shook his body, and said nervously to Liu Congyan:

"You said that maintaining the prosperity of Arzera is just to deceive these knowledgeable Dojo Loa, but you are very vague. The birth of that fairyland comes from the power of the Eternal. As long as the King of Winter is still in the heart of the forest,

That woodland will wither to the point where there is no cure.

This crazy man got the spiritual seed to extract the anima just for the purpose of reviving the forest...

You are weakening the warriors of the Wild Hunt under your command. These Immortal Wood Spirit Sect Masters have not yet been summoned, and some of the wilderness demigods who voluntarily stayed in Blazing Willow Congyan have also been weakened.

The Winter King is preparing for war!

Perhaps it is to invade other countries, but you are undoubtedly preparing for a war that will sweep across the entire Shadow Kingdom. The Kingdom of Death, which has been fierce for countless epochs, is about to change.

And if you can't, it has nothing to do with him.

He honestly confessed that it was his handiwork that caused the downtime of the Eternal Arbitrator and the subsequent throwing of the souls of the Shadow Realm into the Maw.

Moreover, Rassandi is now trapped in a long-term war with demons, and the entire world's civilization is transforming into war. That is his style of acting. To be honest, you feel that the real thing is about to break out.

He'll give you a thorough look."

"It is a good thing to be too stupid, your dear Bon Eze."

Draven stretched out his hand and patted Bon Aize's shoulder, which was decorated in a very white and dark heavy metal style, and I said loudly:

"He needs to think less. As long as he follows your footsteps closely, you guarantee that he will be fine. By the way, we have already reached the entrance to the other world. Do you want to invite you to sit outside his big palace?

You are really interested in the Hades Palace of the real God of Death.

You also want to see these little souls that he has carefully collected over tens of thousands of years. After we were thrown into the war with the Winter King and were consumed, you think you need to get to know us."

"You are the one who would waste your precious collection on a war like that. Don't you have these Luo'a as cannon fodder?"

Bangliu Cong’s gibberish expressions are full of expressions.

But under Liu Congyan's warm gaze, the old troll Death finally stopped complaining. I sighed, pointed at my troll-style ancient Hades Palace hidden in the forest, and said to Draven:

"You also want to ask him to sit down and have a good discussion about these truths that frighten old Bang Aize, but now is a good time, there is trouble happening outside the Hades Palace.

Did he see you running away and hiding?"

"Um?"

The pirate raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking at old Bang Aize as if he was lying. I rubbed my chin and said:

"What's going on? Is it his crazy old father again?"

"Yes, Blue Fairy Yela."

Bang Liucong said the name in a gritted tone, and I sighed and said:

"Then, with the help of the Wild Hunting Group, the conscious clone of Lan Xianyela left in the other world was driven back to the Abyss. You thought that was the end of the matter, but you never thought that this damn old thing actually hated you so much.

It even abandoned its foundation in the Maw to turn your Hades Palace upside down. Did it destroy its shrine in Rasliucong, strangle the followers it lost, and let it always have law?

Return to this world?

Are you so crazy that you want to kill your adopted son completely?"

"Is that enough?"

The pirate squinted and said:

"Blue Fairy Nora is the first Loa born in Ras Sandy. Its existence even existed long after Freya adopted and raised the Wild Demigod. The father of the White Night, like the other Loa, is the same as Ras Sandy.

is deeply bound to its existence, and as long as it returns to the physical world, its power

Only then will the volume expand to the limit and gain the possibility of taking a step back and improving.

You guess it was for that reason that it hooked up with the warden.

His old father was a most unambitious man.

It is the same as Luo Ako, a salted fish like him. It is coveting the soul of the world. It wants to devour Liu Congsandi's star soul so that it can break through and become the first shackles of the gods.

But to do that, it needed to get back its own container, and what he did secretly was to let the remains of the father of the white night completely disappear in time, and almost ruin the future of Blue Immortal Nora.

That if it were you….

He has been dead for a long time, so why doesn't he have the energy to chatter outside?"

"Hehe, it turns out that I even hid it from him."
To be continued...