They seemed to be giving thanks to the Goddess they spoke of.
Such a miraculous scene not only greatly surprised Guilliman, but even the three Bear School Witchers were quite shocked by the Trolls' actions.
Since when did even Trolls have faith, and worship a Goddess at that?
Could it be some beautiful female Troll?
Priscilla's eyes also lit up; a bard maiden had the weakest resistance to such a magical scene and immediately took out her notebook to sketch the scene before her.
However, Guilliman quickly thought of something.
This Black Gull Island was a territory, a strategic point, disputed by the Lady of the Lake and the evil god Dagon.
The Trolls worshipping a Goddess here were, more likely than not, worshipping the Lady of the Lake.
He didn't want to play guessing games, nor did he intend to hide anything from those around him, so he simply took out the Magical Conch and quickly infused it with magic.
Once the Magical Conch reacted, and that familiar yet sacred feeling connected to him, Guilliman immediately spoke:
"Respected Goddess."
"Today, I, leading my assembled warriors, have successfully landed on Black Gull Island and killed thousands of evil fishemen."
"However, I have now encountered a group of strange Trolls; they also seem to be worshipping a Goddess."
"May I ask, are these Trolls also your followers?"
Guilliman's voice was not concealed; not only could the surrounding Bear School Witchers and Priscilla hear it, looking at him with strange eyes, wondering why their boss was talking to a conch.
Even the Trolls, who had just been cheering, noticed his movement and were staring at the Witcher with their huge, ugly-cute eyes, seemingly curious about what he was doing.
After a few seconds, perhaps the Lady of the Lake made a decision.
A sacred aura spread from the Magical Conch, directly enveloping everyone present.
A gentle yet sacred voice resonated in everyone's hearts:
"Congratulations on your glorious victory, warriors."
"Thank you for your efforts against the evil deep-sea race."
"Praise your courage and wisdom."
"The Troll tribes on the island, and some other native creatures, do indeed respect and worship me, and I will grant them a certain degree of protection."
"They have been fighting those evil fishemen for hundreds of years; though Trolls, they are a group of commendable, brave warriors."
"Since you have landed on the island, I will also ask them to assist you, to become your allies, and to help you settle on the island."
"I hope that in the future, you can work together to drive out the evil creatures from this archipelago, so that all living beings can live in peace."
The Lady of the Lake had such a sweet tongue, truly a seasoned professional.
She immediately praised everyone upon her appearance, and coupled with her sacred and beautiful aura, she instantly won the favor of everyone present.
After saying this, the Magical Conch in Guilliman's hand suddenly burst into a glow, which then transformed into countless twinkling stars, falling upon everyone present, including the Trolls.
As those starlight merged into their bodies, a comfortable, holy, and healing power flowed through them, not only rapidly healing their injuries but also sweeping away the fatigue from the previous battle.
Perfectly done.
The Lady of the Lake's service was perfectly done, and she was very good at seizing opportunities to win people over, truly a skilled Goddess.
The bard maiden, likely experiencing the power of magic for the first time, immediately covered her small mouth and gasped, her eyes flickering with a sense of disbelief.
Gerd and his two companions also exchanged glances; these three Bear School Witchers didn't quite understand what they had encountered, only knowing that some sacred being had apparently given them healing and blessings.
As for the five tall Forest Trolls not far away, their reaction was much greater.
They received some information, though it was unclear what.
Clang, clang, clang!
The five giant creatures, nearly two and a half meters tall, knelt directly towards the conch in Guilliman's hand, waving their arms and shouting excitedly:
"God... Goddess!"
"Blessing! Help!"
"We..., friends, Trolls will help you."
Although the Trolls spoke incoherently and indistinctly.
Guilliman quickly understood their meaning.
It was likely that they had received orders from the Lady of the Lake and would thereafter become allies of the Witchers and their party, along with some other native creatures on the island, helping them establish a foothold on Black Gull Island.
Guilliman was, of course, very happy to receive this unexpected help.
Moreover, he quite liked creatures like Trolls; although they seemed a bit Silly (simple-minded), they were similar to the warriors of the Skellige Isles, without any hidden agendas, and their intelligence didn't allow for schemes or tricks.
For Trolls, friends were friends, and enemies were enemies.
As long as one reasoned with them and got along well.
Trolls could also become friends with humans.
Of course, the prerequisite was that you had to be a strong individual; otherwise, these big guys could easily swat you, and an ordinary person would be severely injured if not killed.
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