The Hakkari High Priest coughed lightly, reminding the Hakkari not to panic.
He looked at the Chieftain, "Chieftain Drywood, although the Son of Hakkar is as strong as a god, it is not a god after all, so it's normal for it to be killed.
The Dark Trolls' continuous victories naturally mean they have some tricks up their sleeves."
The Drywood Tribe was a major tribe of the Amani, living in the southern part of the Amani Trolls' territory.
Last time, when they supported the Evil Branch Trolls, they contributed a lot, and many of their subordinate small tribes had no regular army left after being conscripted.
This time, if the Hakkari hadn't guaranteed they could defeat the Kaldorei and help him break free from the Amani tribe's rule to establish his own Drywood Empire, he wouldn't have wanted to send troops at all.
With the Son of Hakkar, considered a top-tier combatant, killed, he already had thoughts of withdrawing his army.
However, hearing the Hakkari High Priest's words, hope resurfaced.
"High Priest, are you planning to summon the Blood God?"
The High Priest was about to find an excuse to brush it off, but he saw the Drywood Chieftain's eyes filled with murderous intent.
He quickly said, "I was just thinking that!"
The Hakkari looked at the High Priest in shock; hadn't they said before coming that they would absolutely not summon the Blood God Hakkar?
Hakkar is a greedy loa, and to summon it, a large number of lives must be sacrificed.
The Hakkari tribe is a new tribe formed by followers from other troll tribes, and their numbers are very small; even if all of them sacrificed their lives for Hakkar, it wouldn't be enough to summon Hakkar.
"There are plenty of sacrifices now!" the High Priest said, looking at the battlefield ahead, hinting at his meaning.
The Hakkari immediately understood.
They quickly approached the battlefield and began to pray silently.
Without the Son of Hakkar, Carlos immediately ordered an attack.
Those ordinary trolls were no match for the Alpha Squad, and the Second Legion's taxi soldiers charged in behind, instantly breaking the low-morale troll front line.
The wooden shields in the trolls' hands became a hindrance.
Many trolls threw away their wooden shields and turned to run towards the rear.
Their act of exposing their backs to the enemy accelerated their deaths.
The Rangers' arrows seemed to have eyes, specifically targeting the fleeing trolls.
In a short while, over a hundred trolls fell on their escape route.
As more and more trolls died, the Hakkari were pleasantly surprised to find that Hakkar had responded to their summons.
"Who is summoning me?!"
The voice was as majestic as a collapsing mountain, yet as soothing as gentle rain.
Everyone stopped their actions, looking up in confusion, trying to find the owner of the voice.
The Hakkari High Priest shouted loudly, "Hakkar loa, your followers are in crisis, we beg you to extend your helping hand and help us eliminate our enemies."
The majestic voice reappeared, "Didn't I send my child to you?"
Hakkari High Priest: "loa, your child has been killed by the enemy."
"Hm?"
With the voice's confusion, the blood of the dead and wounded on the battlefield uncontrollably flew towards the sky.
In the sky, a blood vortex appeared again, only this time it was larger than before.
Within the vortex, a giant snake head emerged.
Its eyes glowed with blood-red light, looking at the Son of Hakkar in the ravine.
It turned its head to the Hakkari High Priest and asked coldly, "Who killed my child?"
Just by being glanced at by it, all the trolls couldn't help but fall to their knees.
The Drywood Chieftain, who was almost directly stared at by the snake head, was even more prostrate on the ground, trembling.
Only then did he realize the power of the Blood God Hakkar.
If it could be summoned, it could definitely defeat those Dark Trolls and reclaim Zul'Saroth.
No, with Hakkar's support, he could completely establish the Drywood Empire.
Thinking of this, the Drywood Chieftain's ambition began to swell.
He decided that he would summon Hakkar at all costs.
The Hakkari High Priest also trembled, pointing towards Madwind Post, "It's those Dark Trolls!"
Dark Trolls?
Hakkar turned its head to look at Madwind Post again, with a look of confusion.
The Kaldorei's appearance was very different from trolls; how could they be Dark Trolls?
However, it didn't care whether the Kaldorei were Dark Trolls or not!
The only thing it cared about was how many souls it could devour.
Thinking of this, its large mouth opened, and a large number of souls emerged from the dead troll bodies, all devoured by it.
After devouring the souls, it seemed to be full, expanding the blood vortex and slowly flying out of it.
As Hakkar's body completely passed through the portal, a powerful pressure suddenly appeared.
All living creatures on the battlefield prostrated themselves, as if welcoming its arrival.
The pressure swept into the outpost, and most of the Kaldorei could not withstand the might of the pressure, forced to kneel on one knee.
Maiev's spine was also bent by the pressure, but she had no fear of Hakkar's might.
Her strong faith in Elune gave her an unyielding will.
She used all her strength to pray to Elune: "Elune, the evil god has descended, please grant me the power to slay the evil god."
Elune answered her prayer, and a thick beam of moonlight descended upon her.
Then, centered on Maiev, it swept outwards.
Wherever the moonlight reached, Hakkar's pressure was completely dispelled.
The Kaldorei immediately stood up, looking at Hakkar with anger.
The recent act of being forced to kneel made them feel ashamed, unworthy of their faith in Elune.
If they could deal with Hakkar, they would definitely personally put an end to this evil god.
"Evil God! Stop your tricks, we do not fear you!"
Hakkar was a bit surprised, not expecting these Dark Trolls to easily dispel its pressure.
And that moonlight, was it divine magic?
It looked at Maiev with interest, "You are merely a priestess, yet you dare to face a god directly.
Your courage is commendable."
Maiev's expression was solemn: "Evil God, I know I am no match for you, but that doesn't change my determination to kill you."
Hakkar seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world: "Haha—mortals, you actually want to slay a god?"
"Yes!"
Maiev loudly told Hakkar the answer, and she also put it into action.
She raised her hand, pointed at Hakkar, and prayed loudly: "Elune, grant me strength!"
Moonlight descended again, striking Hakkar directly.
Powerful divine energy washed over Hakkar's body, confining it within the moonlight.
Hakkar struggled continuously, a sinister grin on its snake-like face.
In a short while, Hakkar broke free from its confinement, and the moonlight instantly vanished.
Maiev, having exhausted all her strength, fell to the ground.
She looked at Hakkar with unwillingness; this was the strongest divine magic she could cast, yet it couldn't move Hakkar in the slightest.
The Kaldorei were in a panic.
If even Maiev couldn't defeat Hakkar, then who could?
Carlos frowned, thinking Gale should have appeared by now.
He looked at Maiev, "Where is Gale?"
Maiev recovered some strength, slowly stood up from the ground, and then looked up at the sky.
Carlos was puzzled and also looked up at the sky.
The Kaldorei were wondering when they suddenly noticed a giant shadow covering the outpost.
"Roar—"
A dragon's roar echoed, and a figure appeared beside Maiev, "I'm here!"
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