After spitting a few times to shake the thought off, Yu Lin Bloodhawk muttered to himself, "I'm... I?... I should be... perfectly normal, right?"
Even he lacked confidence in those words, because Yu Lin Bloodhawk could clearly feel that this aura was the aura of death! Dark and chilling! Living people certainly would not like it. Even little animals would surely flee the moment they sensed it from a distance.
The problem was that Yu Lin Bloodhawk, a living, breathing man himself, felt no discomfort at all. Instead, he found something familiar and comforting about it. That contradiction made him question himself.
"Pah! I'm not some freak!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk spat as he raised his hand before his eyes, carefully sensing the coldness of that power. "There's no doubt about it. This is the aura of death. But why am I like this? This is just bizarre!"
"Report!" a guard called from outside the door.
"Come in!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk straightened in his seat.
"My lord, news from Stranglethorn Vale." The guard held a letter in both hands.
"Oh? A little sooner than I expected." Yu Lin Bloodhawk took the letter, tore it open, and spent a while reading it carefully.
"Well done!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk smiled as he read. Clearly, the news from Stranglethorn Vale pleased him greatly.
As it turned out, their people in Stranglethorn Vale were on good terms with all three local Troll factions. Quel'Danil's "Second Navy" included a large number of Hinterlands Vilebranch Trolls, and those were precisely the Trolls who had gone to negotiate with the Skullsplitter Trolls.
Unlike Goblins, the Vilebranch Trolls could communicate well with all the local Troll factions in Stranglethorn Vale. They were not treated as foreign invaders and met with fierce hostility the way the Venture Company was. Their