Chapter 60: Return of the dead

　　 On the mountain, the entrance to the tomb.
　　 Cliff and Vargas led a group of trolls standing in the opening of the entrance, looking at the dark hole.
　　 "Let's go, let's go in." After that, Clive lit the torch in his hand and walked in first, followed by Vargas.
　　 "This is the tomb of Amani. Our priests who died before will be buried here." Kolief said as he walked, "We will make them mummies. Their bodies will come to an end, but their souls will be immortal."
　　 "Master Najagorakin asked us to come, right?"
　　 "Resurrect them and hold the long ears below!" Cliff replied.
　　 "Ah?!" Vargas was stunned, "Isn't this disturbing the ancestor's sleep?"
　　 "It was the order that Jagorakin gave me before. I think it's time. And now the West Front needs us and Harraz's help."
　　 When talking, everyone walked to the center of a relatively large tomb.
　　 "We are here, priests, let's start!"
　　 A famous troll priest put the sacrifice on the erected altar, and there were hundreds of gray-black amulets on the altar.
　　 Volgas led the voodoo shooters to stand guard at the entrance of the tomb, and then watched Culiffe put on a voodoo mask he had never seen before, and then lit the sacred incense.
"Great God Loa, unstoppable sue the dead, I am here to worship you, call you, and pray that you can send down the oracle and save Amani!" Along with Culiffe's prayers, a chill blew in the tomb. In the wind, Vargas shuddered, and he felt something indescribable in the room.
"Ah, I heard someone calling me." A weird troll appeared abruptly in the middle of the tomb. His face was very hideous. After appearing, he looked around for a while. He glanced at Vargas and felt himself The soul of will be frozen.
　　 Then it looked at Cliff: "Hello, hello, haha... what do you want to ask Death?"
　　 "Honorable Grim Reaper," Clief bowed, "I am Cliffe of the Darkpine tribe. I want to make a deal with you on behalf of Chief Jagorakin."
　　 "Trading, old Bangsandi likes trading!" The weird troll turned a circle in the air, then squatted on the altar, "Tell me."
　　 "I believe you also felt the death in the west. We hope you can inject a little bit of your divine power into these amulets, and then we will erect an altar of yours on this land for you to collect those wandering souls."
"Oh?" The pale soul fire in Bonsandi's eyes suddenly throbbed. He sensed it, and then asked, "Indeed, there are a lot of lost souls over there, but they want my supernatural power. An altar is not enough, at least this number is required."
　　Bonsandi stretched out a hand.
　　 "Two seats, no more!" Clive gritted his teeth, "We will find you another priest."
　　 "Deal!" Bonsandi lightly jumped off the altar, then stretched out his hand to Cliff, "Come on, sign the contract!"
　　 "..." Cliff stretched out his right hand, and then a blue-green light came out of Bonsandi's hand, wrapped around Cliff's arm, and disappeared.
　　 Then Bosandi stimulated his own supernatural power again and threw in the pile of dusty talisman. In a blink of an eye, those talisman began to emit a bright green light.
　　 "Ha, the deal is done! Goodbye...it won't be too long." Bonsandi said to Cliff individually, then jumped into the air and disappeared.
　　Culiffe walked carefully to the side of the altar, and Vargas quickly stepped forward.
　　 "My lord, what was that just now?"
"Yes, that's the troll Grim Reaper we sang, Bonsandi, it looks like he's in a good mood today." Culiffe wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a talisman, looked at it and nodded, " Go ahead, put these amulets on the mummies, and then we can retreat."
　　 Volgas nodded, he and the priests and voodoo shooters quickly put the talisman on the mummy.
　　 "Is it all finished?" Cliff asked the crowd who came back.
　　 Everyone nodded, Vargas was about to talk, and suddenly, a "crunch, crunch" sound came from the depths of the tomb.
　　 "Okay, let's go! After going out, rush to the western front at full speed!" Clive's expression changed when he heard the movement, and quickly led everyone out of the tomb.
　　 After Volgas broke, he suddenly felt something looking at him when he stepped out of the tomb. He turned his head and found some dark shadows faintly walking deep in the cave and approaching the exit.
　　 He understood. Although he felt very uncomfortable, he turned his head to follow the distant troll team and left here.
　　 Near noon the next day, inside the Farstrider Fortress.
　　 "It's weird. Our rangers have gone into the jungle for one kilometer this morning and have not been attacked by trolls." Taranas walked into the hall and said to Aristophanes while taking off his cloak.
　　 "Really?" Aristophan frowned upon hearing this, and continued to stare at the huge sand table. The sand table now encompasses the entire Silvermoon Forest, from Windrunner’s Tower in the west, Desom in the south, and Elendal River in the north. Only the southwest corner is still blank.
　　 But before he could tell his speculation, an elf rushed in in a panic.
　　 "Aristophane, Taranas, something has happened!" It is the director of agriculture, Frewin.
　　 "What's wrong, Frewen?" Aristophane looked away from the sand table.
　　 "Something happened! Our farmer living on the west side of the lake was attacked this morning!"
　　 "What kind of attack was it?" Taranas stopped taking off his cloak and asked.
"According to the farmer who fled back, they are some very strange looking guys! They have the size of a troll, but they are covered with bandages all over their bodies. They are so powerful that they can continue to attack even if they are injured, even with an arrow in their head! Suddenly rushed down from the mountain early in the morning, and killed the elves when they saw it, regardless of the elves' begging for mercy!
　　 "Undead? Shouldn't, now the Lich King is gone!" Aristophan thought, suddenly he thought of a possibility.
　　 "Where did you say the elf was attacked?"
　　 "West of the lake, at the foot of the mountain!"
　　 Aristophanes understood all of a sudden, he remembered that there was an Amani tomb on the mountain, and the elves had ignored it intentionally or unconsciously during the previous investigation.
　　 Maybe the trolls used some kind of secret technique to resurrect them, and then use this to contain the Farstrider Fortress.
　　 "One hundred secrets!" Aristophane exclaimed.
　　 "Aristophane, do you know what's going on?" Taranas asked, turning his head.
"I don't know, but there are just a few possibilities: either someone pretends to be a ghost, or the troll uses a spell we don't know." Aristophane shook his head, "The first priority is to clean up these ghosts. To let them hold our pace, we must take the initiative back."
"You're right! I'm going to summon the rangers!" After Taranas said, he walked out of the fortress again~EbookFREE.me~Aristophanes also went to the next room and started to pack his equipment, this time He should follow along just in case.
　　 "My lord, what do you want?" Frewin asked.
　　 "Just in case, I'm going to see those strange bandage trolls myself."
　　 Aristophanes put on the custom robe, put on the cloak, picked up the recast two-handed staff "", turned and left the fortress hall.
The staff is a branch of the sacred tree "Sasala", the whole is white gold, and the length is about the length of Aristophanes eyebrows. The straight wood is thick and thin at one end, and the arcane energy naturally radiates to the surroundings. This is what he exchanged for Anastria with the wine "Moonlight".
The end of the staff is thin and pointed. Aristophane chose to wrap it with precious magic iron, and the other end was wrapped with mithril. The mithril was inlaid with the largest fragment in the middle, and some runes were engraved with fine gold on the periphery. .
　　 Then the remaining meteorite fragments slowly rotate around the large fragments under the action of the rune enchantment, and from time to time an electric current erupts with the middle fragments, interlacing each other, and the body of the staff is also carefully modified and enchanted by Aristophanes.
　　 And the attributes of this staff also proved that his enchanting and forging reached a very high level:
　　 Staff: (Okurta, the occultist’s staff)
　　Quality: excellent (upgradeable)
　　 Special effects: [Special Spells Power] Lightning spell damage increased by 15%; [Spell Increase] Effective cast range increased by 10%.
Aristophane joined the team of Taranas. After a total of 500 well-equipped elf rangers, they discussed with Taranas and asked him to stay to guard the fortress. He led the team and quickly appeared towards the bandage troll. The place goes forward.