Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

As the birthplace of all trolls, it's not surprising that Loa appeared on Zandalar Island. Andrea just didn't expect that the pterodactyl Loa, who called himself Pa'ku, would kindly save Seres who was about to crash into the pyramid.

Although the loa are not as good as the wilderness demigods with a formal organization, they are also the primitive animal gods bred by Azeroth, and each has its own personality and arrogance as a god.

A considerable number of Loa are moody, and treat mortals as worthless, and even the believers who enshrine them may be slaughtered and devoured at any time. Haka the Soul Reaper is one of the representatives.

Pterodactyl Paku ignored the strong wind blowing by the sea, and landed on the ground with Seres who was still in shock.

Shandris pulled the pale-faced Seres back and hugged her to comfort her, while Andrea stepped forward to stand in front of the two of them, looking at the pterodactyl that was obviously enshrined by the troll with a little vigilance.

"Loapaku, we are from a passing fleet. We happened to encounter a storm and had to take shelter on the island. Thank you for your help to Celes."

Although there were many thoughts in his mind, Andrea thanked Paku politely on the surface.

Paku tilted his head and looked at Andrea for a while, "Don't worry about it, I just happened to pass by, and you are night elves, right?"

"yes."

Paku stood upright on two legs and circled around the three of them a few times, "Interesting, since the Well of Eternity exploded and split the continent, no night elves have set foot on this land for more than 2,000 years."

"Mortal, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Paku put away his joking expression, and solemnly warned, "It's no problem for you to avoid the strong wind here. The Zandalari will not fall and attack those in distress, but the aborigines of Nazmir are different."

A look of surprise flashed in Andrea's eyes, "Blood troll?"

...

The pterodactyl Loa named Paku was very talkative, and he was also very friendly to the three of Andrea.

After following Andrea back to the temporary camp set up by the sailors in the rainforest, Paku briefly told Andrea and others about the origin of the blood troll.

The general history is similar to Andrea's one-sided understanding before, but Paku explained some details in more detail.

These blood trolls are indeed G'huun's believers and followers. When the troll race was just born with wisdom, Nazmir was their original birthplace.

As a loa who has survived for more than ten thousand years, Pa'ku knows a lot of ancient history, including the birth of the Zandalar, and even the origin of the Nazmani, the predecessor of the Zandalarai.

"It's too long to tell the story from the beginning, so let me tell you briefly."

Paku lay on a relatively dry piece of land in the camp, looking nostalgicly at the direction of the pyramid they had seen before.

"The fundamental reason why Nazmir became what it is now is the guy who is regarded as the blood god by the blood trolls—the ancient god G'huun."

"Hey~"

Xalatas on Andrea's waist taunted after a long absence, "That guy is just a failed experiment created by the Titan Guardian unintentionally. I definitely don't recognize him as a member of the Old Gods."

Andrea ignored Xalatas' words, and Paku's narration continued.

"The guardians imprisoned G'huun in a titan laboratory named Uldir, and placed three seals in the surrounding mountains and jungles to restrict G'huun."

"One of them is the pyramid we just saw, Nazwasa the First Seal."

"The second seal, Atul Aman, and the third seal, Zuldazar, are located in the Wodun Forest in the west of Nazmir and Dazar'alor, the capital of the Zandalari trolls."

"that……"

Andrea frowned and asked, "Loapaku, is it okay for you to tell us these secret news?"

"secret?"

Paku sneered and said, "Don't worry, not only Zandalar knows all this information, but even the blood troll whose brain was burned by G'huun is also clear about it, so it's not really secret information."

"In order to get out of Odir, G'huun sent his men to take the lead in capturing Nazwasa. Atul Aman is still under the protection of the snake god Setaris, and Zuldazar is in the extremely safe Zan The capital of Dara."

Paku looked at Andrea with a smile and said, "No matter what, if one day G'huun is released, the whole world will suffer because of it."

"It can be seen from your temperament and speech and behavior that you are high-ranking people in the night elves. I believe you are not stupid. You should know what you should and should not do."

"Okay, that's all for now."

Against the whistling fan, Paku took off again with his fleshy wings, "Being entrusted by the kings of Loalezan, I will not continue to accompany you."

"Leave as soon as the wind and rain clear. I don't guarantee that you won't be taken as a provocation by the Zandalari if you stay here for a long time."

Watching the pterodactyl Loa gradually go away, Andrea lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

‘Odile, the Three Seals, G’huun, and Nazmani, it seems that there are many twists and turns in the history of trolls... Forget it, anyway, it has nothing to do with me for the time being. '

According to Paku, the blood trolls are primitive and bloody. Under the influence of G'huun, they will attack all intelligent creatures that appear in their territory, and capture the defeated prey back to their "blood god" Offer a living sacrifice.

Although this is an unforgivable race, they have no direct hatred or conflict of interest with Andrea for the time being.

It would be good to leave them to harass the Zandalar's back garden all the time, lest the Zandalar, who have nothing to do, want to meddle in the affairs of other continents all day long.

...

The storm lasted for three days before gradually leaving the waters near Nazmir. Perhaps because this place is far away from the range of Nordrassil's blessing, Seres, who was exposed to wind and rain at sea, experienced for the first time what it means to be sick.

Although it was just a simple cold and fever, there was no corresponding medicine prepared in this temporary fleet.

In order to cure Seres' illness, Andrea and others continued to stay in Nazmir after the storm passed.

Following the advice of a part-time alchemist onboard, the group carefully searched for the herbs needed to prepare the potion in this vast jungle swamp.

As Paku said, Nazmir, the birthplace of the trolls, has long been reduced to the territory of the blood trolls. Even if Andrea and the others were careful when they went out, the blood trolls, who are local snakes, still had many small conflicts with them .

Just as Andrea and his party were dealing with the blood troll in the jungle looking for medicinal herbs, the pterodactyl Loapaku finished his inspection work and just returned to Dazar'alor, the capital of Zandalari.

After reporting the inspection results to the kings loa-Deviltyrannosaurus Rezan, Paku casually mentioned to Rezan the interesting experience he had encountered while going out.

It has been more than 8,000 years since the contract between the kings of Loalezan and Dazar, the first king of Zandalari.

For many years, Rezan has been guarding the descendants of Dasa with due diligence, which is completely different from the practices of evil gods such as Hakkar.

Knowing the traces of the night elves from the free-spirited Pa'ku, Rezan raised his vigilance for the arrival of this group of refugees.

"Paku, are you sure that the night elves didn't have any malicious intentions, they just happened to dock in Nazmir to avoid the storm?"

"Sure."

Paku lazily said, "Recently there has indeed been a strong wind blowing on the sea which is rarely seen in decades. This group of unlucky night elves should have just happened to meet at sea."

"yes."

'Go and see for yourself some time, maybe...'