Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

"Mind scream."

Andrea, who rushed into the group of blood trolls, opened her mouth and let out a sharp roar, and the nearby trolls immediately held their heads in horror and trembled.

Swinging the Dark Empire Blade in his hand and the light blade protruding from the top of the Garnier Staff like clouds and flowing water, Andrea easily harvested the life of the immobile blood troll.

The troll spellcasters on the periphery jumped their feet angrily. While assisting the spellcasting with funny jumping movements, they pointed the crude staff in their hands at Andrea, who was unparalleled in the crowd.

"Whizzing!"

Arrows like afterimages hit the vital points of these troll casters one after another. Shandris, who was squatting on the trunk of a big tree, mercilessly shot any long-range troll who dared to aim at Andrea.

This medium-sized blood troll village happened to grow the heather grass needed to treat Seres. After trying to negotiate with the trolls to no avail, Andrea decided to "convince" them in another way.

After harvesting the head of the troll leader with the Shadow Sickle spell, Andrea breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's really troublesome. I said that I just wanted to borrow some medicinal herbs, and I insisted on forcing me to kill."

Shandris jumped down from the tree after confirming that there were no living trolls, and she rolled her eyes at Andrea speechlessly.

"Stop talking nonsense, go back after picking the Ningshen Flower. Others should have collected enough materials. This swamp full of blood sacrifice scenes is really disgusting."

As Shandris said, along the way, the two of Andrea passed through many blood troll villages.

These lunatics who worship G'huun regard blood sacrifice as a daily activity, and the thick smell of blood can be smelled everywhere in the jungle.

Compared with the Zandalarai, who developed a powerful civilization under the guidance of multiple loa, these descendants of Nazmani who worshiped G'huun almost completely degenerated into primitive people.

The first troll city, Zul Nazman, was abandoned, and the once glorious civilization and city became the ruins of Nazmir over the ages.

Although Andrea is very interested in the history of trolls, now is not the right time to explore history with peace of mind.

Carefully shoveling up the heather grass with a medicinal hoe, the two quietly left the camp that was full of corpses.

It was not convenient to fly in the dense jungle, and Andrea turned into a vigorous stag, raised Shandris and ran wildly in the forest.

"wait!"

When the two had already seen the edge of the temporary camp, Shandris, who had climbed up and looked into the distance, suddenly stopped.

Looking at the jungle ahead vigilantly with full bowstring, Shandris warned coldly, "Come out, I see you."

"Hehe~ Very good dynamic vision."

A miniature Devilsaur about two meters high came out from behind the woods. Like Pa'ku, he also wore a large amount of golden armor. Obviously, he had a high status among the many loa enshrined in Zandalar.

Andrea returned to her original form and stared closely at the Devilsaur, which seemed harmless, "The Kings of Loalezan?"

"Oh?"

Rezan's projection was a bit unexpected, "Mortal, do you know me?"

Andrea shook her head, "I don't know it, I just read it from the ancient books handed down by the night elves."

"Among the primitive gods enshrined in Zandalari, there is the most respected loa, Devilsaur Rezan, who once fought directly with Queen Azshara without defeat, and his fighting power is very powerful."

"Azshara..."

Thinking back to that powerful mortal queen, a cautious look flashed in Rezan's eyes.

"I have to admit that she is the strongest mortal I have ever seen. Even I can only support myself in her hands. That strength is far beyond the scope of mortals."

Shaking his head, Rezan withdrew his thoughts, "Don't mention these long-term things."

"Night elf, I have seen you."

Rezan looked at Shandris. "You once entered the mountains of Zuldazar, more than 2,000 years ago, when the night elves were at war with demons."

Shandris froze for a moment, and then suddenly said, "I did pass through Zuldazar, so the one who secretly helped us from the Dreadlord was indeed..."

Rezan smiled and nodded, "Yes, it is indeed a Zandalari troll."

"Although there have been wars between night elves and trolls, at least we have the same stance when facing enemies that threaten the world."

Rezan looked at the two meaningfully, "Remember my words, I hope we will have the opportunity to meet and cooperate again in the future."

After the projection finished speaking, it turned into light particles and dispersed. Andrea and Shandris looked at each other, and they both frowned and thought at the same time.

"Cooperation?" Andrea rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Is it about G'huun?"

The Zandalari are the most respected of all the trolls, and they have indeed developed a splendid civilization with the help of the loa.

If it weren't for the sudden emergence of night elves relying on the Well of Eternity, the entire world should still be under the rule of trolls.

The Zandalari trolls are very confident in their own strength. If they are not sure about it, and they will pose a threat to the world...the only one who has not completely broken free from the seal is the ancient god G'huun.

"interesting."

Andrea smiled as if realizing something, "Specifically mentioned the short meeting before, and pointed out the fact that the night elves were helped by Zandalari. It seems that this king loa came to leave a good relationship with us. what."

Shandris asked inexplicably, "Why did he do this? Could it be that he is not confident enough in himself and Zandalar?"

"Who knows." Andrea looked at the deep swamp forest and chuckled, "Although it is only a secondary animal god, the loa is also a kind of god after all. Maybe Rezan instinctively felt something."

Andrea vaguely remembered that the final ending of this Loa of the Kings seemed to be miserable. The one who replaced him as the new Loa of the Kings in Zandalar was a strange god in the form of a human. It seemed to be called Bang, and the specific name was Andrea. I can't remember it for a long time.

...

After returning to the camp, the two of Andrea met with the rest of the crew, and the non-professional alchemist threw the collected herbs into the usual cooking pot and boiled them.

Andrea went into the tent with Shandris to visit Celes.

Shandris reached out and stroked Seres' forehead lightly.

"Still hot."

Andrea also came to Seles' bed and squatted down. Seles, who was a little confused, was still muttering "Dad" and "Brother".

"Hey~"

Andrea sighed, "It seems that this disease is not entirely caused by the cold, but the depression in this girl's heart is also one of the causes of the disease."

In order not to wake Celes, Shandris asked after the two left the tent, "Andrea, Dath Rema and the others can get through this difficulty?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem, but some losses are inevitable, and this is what Dath'Remar himself meant."

Andrea looked back at the tent and said, "He hopes that his people will not indulge in pleasure just because they got the Sunwell. The forest troll is deliberately looking for a strong external pressure."

Thanks to the book friend "Goose Feather in the Snow" for the reward.