526: Mountain Troll Ambition

Standing beside the boulder, Wang Chen watched with interest as the Mountain Trolls performed their sacrificial ritual.

His gaze was particularly drawn to the brightly burning bonfire.

The flame gave him a peculiar feeling; it seemed to be filled with a malevolent yet grand power, extremely high in its level.

He felt it was somewhat similar to what he had sensed from Marshal Yang back at Dawn Fortress.

"How interesting."

"These Mountain Trolls can actually communicate with that unknown evil god through a sacrificial ritual?"

"Could it be that they possess an item related to that evil god?"

As he silently pondered, Wang Chen's eyes gradually lit up.

Originally, he had sought out these Mountain Trolls to create an "opportunity" for the three trackers behind him to make their move.

But unexpectedly, he now had an unexpected gain.

Evil gods.

Even if they were corrupted by dark power, reduced to irrational monsters who only followed their instincts and gravitated towards darkness, their inherent level was still equivalent to a Nine Revolution Wang-level expert.

Items related to them, even the most inconspicuous ones, held immense value.

If properly planned, such an item could even lead him to the evil god's location.

Although Wang Chen's current strength offered no chance of victory against an evil god, what was useless to him might not be useless to others.

The Fierce Tiger Legion offered extremely high rewards for collecting these items related to evil gods.

Even the most inconspicuous items, those merely tainted with a trace of an evil god's aura, could earn a reward equivalent to one hundred military merits.

This was because hunting such beings as evil gods offered tremendous benefits.

As the saying goes, when a whale falls, all things grow.

An evil god, whose strength could rival a Wang-level expert of Blue Star, would not only provide a massive amount of experience points upon death but would also release a special energy at the moment of their demise, enhancing the growth potential of living beings within a certain range.

Not just evil gods, but any being that reached this level shared this commonality.

Of course, Blood Clan Princes were an exception; upon their death, all the essence of their bodies would converge within their Blood Core.

This was related to their existence; after all, as long as the Blood Core remained, life persisted, and Blood Clan Princes could experience Rebirth through blood sacrifice.

At Dawn Fortress, when Wang Chen first saw a Prince's Blood Core, the mental shock he experienced was related to this.

If Yang Daoming hadn't been right beside him, his consciousness would have been crushed, allowing Princess Manna to achieve Rebirth through his body.

"I never thought I'd have such an unexpected gain today."

Upon careful perception, Wang Chen discovered a bone, black as ink, within the flame.

The hand bone was enveloped by the flames but remained unharmed; instead, it inversely corroded the flames, causing the bright yellow flames to be tinged with a faint black.

And as the gibberish sounds from the Mountain Troll Priest grew more rapid, this blackness intensified, until finally, the bright yellow flames completely transformed into black flames.

An evil, incredibly chilling aura enveloped the entire mountain hollow.

At the same time.

Vaguely, Wang Chen seemed to see a narrow eye open within the pitch-black flames.

Its pupil was star-shaped, with a flickering flame at its center, emitting a heart-palpitating chill.

"Oh my god!"

"These Mountain Trolls actually summoned a wisp of the evil god's will through a sacrificial ritual?"

"It seems the hand bone they used for the ritual communication was probably once a part of this evil god's body."

Silently thinking, Wang Chen took a small step back, hiding his body behind the boulder.

The slightly illusory eye in the flame gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, and he certainly didn't want to be rash and attract the attention of the terrifying being behind it at this moment.

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"Gibberish!"

When the flames turned completely black and a chilling aura enveloped the entire mountain hollow, the gesticulating Mountain Troll Priest's incantations grew more urgent.

"Woo woo woo!!"

After a series of obscure and difficult-to-understand incantations, he raised his scepter high and prostrated himself beside the black flames.

Behind him, the more than thirty Mountain Trolls kneeling below also performed the same action simultaneously.

"Great God of Flame!"

"The Boulder Tribe offers you devout faith, praying that you bless our tribe to be victorious in battle and abundant in blood food."

Lying on the ground, the Mountain Troll Priest prayed loudly.

Buzz buzz buzz!!

The next second, the pitch-black flames surged violently, directly devouring the offerings placed around them.

Bang!

Immediately after, the flames suddenly exploded, transforming into streaks of pitch-black small flames that instantly landed on the foreheads of all the Mountain Trolls present.

Sizzle!

The moment these flames touched their bodies, the mountain hollow was instantly filled with the aroma of roasted meat.

But the Mountain Trolls prostrated on the ground, not only showed no pain but instead had intense joy in their eyes.

The Divine Spirit had answered their prayers.

At this moment, it could be seen that on the foreheads of the Mountain Trolls, the pitch-black flames had transformed into tattoos, making their already ugly appearances even more grotesque.

And faintly, the chilling aura emanating from the Mountain Trolls carried a hint of scorching heat.

"Praise the great God of Flame!"

Sensing the changes in his body, the Mountain Troll Priest continuously prostrated towards the pitch-black hand bone that remained after the flames dissipated.

For monsters like them, their ultimate growth limit was already set from the moment they appeared.

But now, having received the blessing of the God of Flame, the Mountain Troll Priest felt that his strength, which had already reached the racial growth limit, had loosened slightly.

Next, as long as he hunted enough blood food, he would be able to advance from his current Elite Rank (5th Rank) to Leader Rank (Six-Turn).

This filled the Mountain Troll Priest with immense joy.

Limited by their strength, their small tribe could only live in this mountain hollow, unable to contend for territory with the powerful beings deep within Gods Sigh Mountain, and they also had to suffer harassment from those hateful humans.

Now that his strength could continue to improve, and more than thirty of his tribesmen also had the opportunity to advance further, how could their Boulder Tribe not grow stronger!!

"Warriors!"

"The great God of Flame has given us blessings; let us plunder more blood food and demonstrate our loyalty to the great God of Flame."

The Mountain Troll Priest rose from the ground, raising his scepter high and speaking loudly.

As soon as his voice fell, more than thirty ordinary Mountain Trolls immediately responded loudly, making the entire mountain hollow chaotic.

"Then, let us begin the first step of our Boulder Tribe's growth with this damned human."

The Mountain Troll Priest's face revealed a cold smile, and his raised scepter pointed directly towards the rock outside the mountain hollow.