"Daddala, Daddala."
Accompanying the Forest Trolls' repeated cries, some of the Forest Trolls farther out also prostrated themselves devoutly and began shouting.
"Wh-what's going on?" Not only Han Shuo, but the surrounding Dwarves and the few Elves were astonished by the sudden change. One of the Dwarves abruptly asked in surprise.
"That Skeleton Warrior with those wing-like things looks a little like the demon the Forest Trolls worship. That demon is evil by nature and loves plundering everything. I've heard the elders in my tribe say that the demon the Forest Trolls worship is called Daddala!" Just then, Bennett seemed to suddenly remember something and cried out.
Not far away, a Forest Trolls Priest so old he looked ready for the grave crawled swiftly toward Little Skeleton on his knees. To Han Shuo's surprise, he crawled quite fast and soon reached Little Skeleton. The old Forest Trolls Priest jabbered at Little Skeleton in the Forest Trolls' language.
Holding the Bone Blade, Little Skeleton stood there blankly, scratching his smooth skull with his free left hand. Seemingly unaware of what had happened, he turned to look at Han Shuo with his empty eye sockets, as though waiting for Han Shuo to give him orders.
After hearing Bennett's words, Han Shuo roughly understood that something peculiar had happened. These Forest Trolls must have mistaken Little Skeleton for the demon they worshipped. The old priest's attempts to communicate seemed to be an invitation to take Little Skeleton somewhere. All the Forest Trolls behind him were now prostrate on the ground, motionless, and none mentioned invading the Dwarves' village again.
"Han, what's going on? What should we do?" a Dwarf asked Han Shuo, staring blankly at him.
Han Shuo, who was rapidly thinking things over, found the Dwarf's question an immense headache as well.