Orento has not had a lot of practical experience. Not much practical experience mainly occurs in various twisted spaces in Karazan, and the objects are basically all kinds of demons and monsters.

Karazan is dangerous, but it is Eggwen's home court. Orento has a strong Eggwen aura, and the monsters there are a little retardless when they encounter him.

Once he can't beat him, he will immediately retract from his heart to the main tower. Therefore, even if he fights with a high-level demon like the Doomsday Messenger, he is actually not in danger.

If you can't beat it, just hide back to the main tower that is close to you. Will there be any demons or monsters who dare to attack the main tower of Karazan?

In the sunny forest.

The trolls who were screaming and charging forward in front of him were not even more dangerous to him.

Sefrosa sapphire guard.

Ao Neng Barrier.

Starlight cloak.

Secondary steel guard.

Ice shield.

Mana shield.

Six protective magics of five to seven rings are brought up, unless the trolls' great magician or high-level priest takes action, their Loa God himself needs to come to break his defense.

Looking at the troll warriors, javelins, and axe throwers coming from beyond the shield, Orento became increasingly satisfied with the protection system - no wonder those famous masters in history, almost all majored in the protection system, and they also chose the protection system second-handedly.

Seeing that the enemy can't break his shield no matter how hard he hit him, this feeling... I don't poke the needle!

The same old saying is that only by living can you have DPS and become famous!

Carl has been dispelled back by him.

Seven weapons floated over his head and watched his master abuse. Orento pushed away a large number of troll warriors with his shield, targeting three special energy users specially circled by the Eye of Truth. They should be priests or magicians among these trolls.

The latter looked at the attacks all the way, knocking away the troll warriors, unable to stop Orento who came to their own trolls.

The troll caster did not sit and wait for death.

The red-haired troll in the middle raised his staff and began to jump. From the energy response around the red-haired troll, it can be seen that he is not dancing awkwardly, but should be a war dance unique to the troll priests or magicians, and it is their way of communicating with their own gods.

Elunis whispered: "Well... this is one of the primitive race spellcasting rituals that can communicate with their primitive spirits. The voodoo energy tastes stronger."

Orendo nodded.

"Analysis of the energy around him."

He gave orders to the present moment of truth.

【Start to analyze the specific energy…】

[Judgement of special energy as one of the origins of the world, analysis...]

The Eye of Truth begins to work.

Orento did not attack, maintained various magic shields, and continued to be beaten in vain by a large number of jungle troll warriors.

His eyes were still on the three troll casters.

He saw that the older troll beside the red-haired troll was muttering words, with green glowing in his hand, and his two thick and curved fangs shook up and down as the troll chanted spells.

It is not judged by the Eye of Truth, nor does it require Elunis to remind you. From the taste of the green energy, Orento can tell that it is a curse.

It is not evil energy, and not all green energy is evil energy. Life and natural energy are often green, but others have nothing to do with evil energy.

The green light of this old troll should be a curse related to life, so it turns green.

Among the three troll casters, the last one looked the youngest, holding up the head of a humanoid creature in his hand, firing gray-black energy arrows at Orento—one, two, and three, all blocked by protective magic.

After three energy arrows, the young troll priest or magician was already panting. It seemed that three times of this energy attack were already his limit.

Orento, who had several magic shields on, had already walked to a distance of three troll casters. This distance was so close that he could smell the stench on the trolls.

Orento noticed that the young troll who was so tired that he was panting that he was sitting on the ground didn't know what he said. The troll holding the green light in his hand stopped moving, and both trolls looked at the red-haired troll in the middle, the troll who was still dancing awkwardly.

The red-haired troll looked at Orento with fear and resentment in his eyes. The red-haired troll lowered his head and said to the two companions next to him for a while, Orento understood some words.

He understood the words "too strong", "the spirit of the earth", "death", "sacrifice", and it was the common word "Zandala" of trolls.

Orento taught himself the language of trolls in the library in Quel'thalas. High Elves and Forest Trolls have fought for so many years and have known each other's language.

After all, if you don’t understand the other party’s words during interrogation, then you will be in vain if you try it. Similarly, the cultural trolls, magicians or sacrificialists of the forest trolls should also have some high elves’ Saras.

The Zandala language of the red-haired troll has a strong dialect flavor, which is very different from the Zandala language of the forest troll in Quel'salas. Orento, who can barely speak and listen to Zandala, sounds very difficult.

It's already very good that he can understand 20% or 30%.

Suddenly, Orento's eyes narrowed.

Because after he saw the red-haired trolls chatting for a while, the two spellcasters on both sides took out daggers from their arms, shouted a name, and then suddenly inserted it into their chests.

I understand this name Orento, and it is very standard Zandala - Surkaru.

The red-haired troll who was dancing in the middle stopped Zhan Wu, looked at Orondo fiercely, then knelt down, aimed the sharp end of the staff towards the troll's own chest.

Puff.

The staff passed by the chest.

Before Orento could do anything, all three troll casters had died.

He saw what the trolls wanted to do.

Because it was just a huge phantom, it was emerging from the corpses of the three trolls. It condensed in the air, looking at Orento silently roaring.

Calling the spirit.

The three trolls worshipped their tribe's guardian gods or gods of faith at the cost of their lives and souls to deal with a powerful enemy that hundreds of troll warriors could not resist.

Orendo raised his eyebrows.

I always feel like a villain who has forced them to commit suicide and summon the big guy. In fact, I just want to discuss voodoo spells with them, and at most borrow their heads to study them - Elunis said that the energy core of the voodoo caster is within their heads.

Now it's OK.

The other party's boss came out.
Chapter completed!