"Very good! Be good and stick with me from now on—I guarantee you'll eat well and drink well! Go on, enhance those Troll Warriors' regenerative abilities and get them recovered as soon as possible."
Bell patted the Loa God's eagle head, wearing a smile that said, "You're teachable."
Naturally, Bell did not believe this Loa God had sincerely submitted. After all, it was still a god, okay? Its strength might have been lacking, but its status was there. How could it willingly become someone's servant so easily?
Perhaps only a few hours after they left, this fellow would rebel. Still, Bell did not particularly care.
If the trolls of the Emerald Peak Tribe truly rebelled, he could just make another trip. Besides, he had not properly collected any souls over the past two years, and Frostmourne was still empty inside. It was rather undeserving of its name.
If these trolls were willing to selflessly contribute and help strengthen Frostmourne's power, Bell might even thank them.
No matter what, he would not lose out.
"My god, Mu De Emerald Peak awaits your command."
A sudden aged voice from nearby interrupted Bell's pleasant fantasies about the future.
"Who the hell insulted me?!"
Bell angrily turned his head and saw that old Seer Mu De had already completed the fusion of his memories. His expression had regained its liveliness.
The old Seer was kneeling in midair, staring blankly at his master. He had no idea what was wrong with what he had just said. Why had his master suddenly become so angry?
Mu De happened to retain the memories of the previous battle. Of course, to him, those memories were like watching an immersive 3D blockbuster. No matter how realistic they were, no matter how deeply they resonated with him, they were still