Surkaru is an orangutan born from his mother's belly and eats more than his brothers, so it squeezes away his siblings and gets the most food, so it is very big.

A few years later, it patrols the valley and is the most powerful individual in the tribe. All the females in the race courteously, even their mothers are no exception. It accepts them, gives birth to many offspring from the females, goes out independently, and forms its own tribe.

The mothers of the descendants died one after another, but it was still powerful. The descendants covered the other from one mountain, with more numbers than their white hairs. The descendants were protected under its fists and could feel the call of blood.

The new offspring is born from the belly of its female offspring, and their mother is born from the mate of its offspring, and it is tired of mating and reproduction, and it is very happy to watch the offspring grow.

It wandered and patroled the territory day and night, protecting every descendant. One day it felt the valley it guarded was calling him, calling it Sulkaru, and it realized that it was a white-haired orangutan, and that the power of the valley and its indestructible fur was its instinct.

Later, a group of strange guys came to Surkaru's territory. They said they wanted the orangutans to be their god, and said that Surkaru could gain more powerful power and better protect the territory. Surkaru agreed.

The strange guys fulfilled their statement, they killed a hundred creatures that looked like them, and the orangutan became stronger because of this.

Every once in a while, the strange guys would kill some creatures that looked the same as them, and the orangutans became stronger and stronger. The strange guys said they were trolls, trolls from the Blood Top Tribe.

The Blood-Captain Troll began to fight with other trolls in the jungle in the name of Sulkaru. Sulkaru fulfilled his obligations to help the Blood-Captain Troll defeat other troll tribes, strengthening the Blood-Captain Troll while also making his name known to other troll tribes.

As time goes by, in addition to the blood-topped trolls, more and more troll tribes have also begun to worship Sulkaru.

Surkaru is getting stronger and stronger.

Believers call it Sulkaru, the spirit of the earth. The orangutans in the jungle, if not their descendants or offspring, were all killed or expelled.

On this day, it received a call from the believer. Believing in one of its tribes requires it to fulfill its obligations and to fulfill its obligations to protect that tribe.

Surkaru received the energy offered by three believers who sacrificed their souls, and his clone arrived at the scene.

The huge Surkaru looked down at the enemy of the Troll tribe from a high place, a white-skinned humanoid creature less than its knees.

Short, without fangs, thick ears and noses, not trolls, there are many weapons floating on their heads that make them afraid of. They are creatures that Surkaru had never seen before. Instinct tells it that the little guy with energy in front of him, who is full of energy, is very dangerous.

Instincts have always been reliable. It was precisely through his powerful instinct that Surkaru survived in the dangerous jungle and became a god believed in by many troll tribes. The spirit of the earth believes in his intuition. But it cannot abandon this troll tribe and ignore it, which violates the contract.

Because he is a clone, Surkaru is worried that he is not the opponent of this little man.

Instead of starting to take action as before, it was summoned, it started to rebuke: "External! Leave the territory of the Blood Branch Tribe! Otherwise you will be punished and get out!"

The small outsider in Surkaru's mouth was already staring at it with his eyes shining as he opened his mouth.

Of course, this little man was Orento. When Surkaru stared at him, Orento also looked at the primitive animal spirit with interest.

【Energy analysis is completed.】

[Special energy is a mixed energy of the combination of troll voodoo energy and faith energy, among which there are extremely rare earth rules, judged as secondary divine creatures]

The information parsed by the Eye of Truth appears in time.

The knowledgeable Elunis said to him quietly, "Oh, child. The monster in front of you is a divine creature, who holds a small number of rules of your world. But don't worry, its clone is not your opponent. We can suck it dry, although its taste is average."

Orendo nodded.

There is not much troll information in the Dalaran library, only some ordinary books that simply describe the social class of trolls, roughly distribution and characteristics of spellcasters.

Quel'Thalas and Forest Trolls have fought for thousands of years, and there should be a lot of research and information about trolls.

However, he didn't stay in the Royal Library in Silver Moon City for a long time, but he had systematically learned Zandala, other troll knowledge, and had not read much information.

Karazan's collection contains some academic works about troll spellcasters, but Orento hasn't read it yet. Karazan's collection is too profound, even if it has the Eye of Truth. Orento cannot read books at the speed of flipping through books like in the Dalaran Magic Library and the Royal Library of Silver Moon City.

Some memories of past lives, plus the indetailed library materials, Orento is unfamiliar with the troll's magic system.

He knew famous troll gods such as Lezan, Gonk, and Bonsandy, but he really didn't know who the white-haired orangutan was in front of him.

The language of divine creatures is similar to that of demonic language. The language of divine creatures is common in all worlds. The language of divine creatures can be understood by the entire Azeroth intelligent race without special learning.

Orendo understood Surkaru's reprimand, and the mage shrugged, "I'm just passing by. I'm not interested in the blood branch tribe in your mouth. The trolls attack me first, and I'll fight back."

Surkaru breathed a sigh of relief.

Its original body is far away in Stranglethorn Valley, and this clone was summoned by three very weak priests and sacrifices, very weak.

It is best not to fight, although it is not afraid of it... There is nothing to be afraid of, at most it sacrifices this clone and loses the faith of this tribe.

Surkaru wanted to speak out and let the other party leave.

But it saw the little man smiling and continued, "I'm not interested in the Blood Branch Tribe. But now I'm very interested in you."

Surkaru was stunned.

It reacted quickly.

Although no one has taught it any knowledge, it has lived to this day by pure instinct and luck. But the King of Orangutans certainly knows that being "interested" in his words is definitely not a good thing.

The troll's hundreds of years of offerings and its own growth have made Surkaru claim to be the spirit of the earth and one of the gods of the trolls. Perhaps it is not as good as those old troll gods, but it also has a place in the jungle!

Surkaru was angry.
Chapter completed!