More and more Trolls emerged beside the altar, crowding around it, while Troll figures gradually appeared among the surrounding trees as well. Weapons in hand, they let out all kinds of roars, watching the Elf troops and itching to attack.
The Troll in green in the middle was undoubtedly Malacrass. Patrick had seen him many times in his "previous life." From what he sensed through his spiritual power, Malacrass had already reached the seventh tier. The bear-headed and eagle-headed Trolls beside him were probably Nalorakk and Akil'zon, Trolls who had gained the power of the bear spirit and eagle spirit. Their current strength was unremarkable, barely reaching the sixth tier.
Good. Zul'jin and the Dragonhawk deity Jan'alai aren't here. This is still manageable, Patrick thought.
If Zul'jin, the Four High Priests, and the Hex Lord Malacrass were all here, Patrick and his companions might well meet their end today. Moreover, Malacrass had already begun stealing the Animal Gods' power. A cat-headed Troll lay beside the tightly bound lynx. Green pustules and blisters were clearly visible on the lynx's body, and a ring of bottles and jars stood around it, releasing strange gases for it to inhale.
Halazzi, the Lynx God lying beside it, was siphoning the lynx's power. Fierce gales emanated from his body as his strength gradually increased.
Meanwhile, Alleria's Elf troops began spreading out. Several mages prepared group enhancement spells, while the Rangers drew their bows and nocked arrows, ready for battle.
Patrick activated Mind Vision and could clearly sense Malacrass drawing power from the Lynx God and transferring it to Halazzi. The process was now at a critical stage.
On the altar, Akil'zon, the eagle spirit, gave the signal to attack. "Now, I am the hunter. And you are the prey!"
"Mua-ha-ha!! Go, guardians! The time to