Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 110 20. Secret of Myriad Spirits (Eight) Wen (Gua)

Red Blackhand, who was emitting a stench all over his body, looked at the captain not far away with strange eyes.

The orc wondered if Bo Laike had touched something he shouldn't have touched after entering the damn jungle, or had he been cursed or something.

This cunning human being has probably gone mad.

look at him!

He's talking to the bat in his hand! ! !

Bu Laike's strange behavior stunned the others, only the old mage looked at the pirate's nagging behavior with great interest.

A few seconds later, Laike saw the little bat in his hand blinking.

Then he stretched out his hand and let it fly. The black bat with blood patterns flew around the crowd a few times, then quickly rushed into the jungle and flew towards the northwest.

"Quick! Follow it!"

The pirate smiled and waved his left hand, and everyone stepped forward.

The old mage threw out a gorgeous magic carpet, chanted a spell to make it levitate, and sat on it to follow. He looked at the pirate in surprise, and asked:

"That is the 'eye' of a loa god? How did you let it help you? Could it be that you are not only an assassin, but also a follower of the loa?"

"No, the reason why the Night Lords help us is very simple."

Bu Laike very rudely jumped onto the old mage's magic carpet and rubbed a car.

He stared at the flying direction of the little bat in the dark night before him, and explained to the demilich:

"If we're going to find another loa, it's not going to help. But Bwonsamdi... how to say it? This is a troll with a weird personality. Reaper.

It has very bad habits, and usually speaks strangely, and lives in isolation, and doesn't deal with other loa very much.

This has given it a bad reputation in loa circles, so Sirik, the Night Lord, is happy to see Bwonsamdi unlucky. This sensitive big bat Loa must have noticed the battle on the distant sea.

It knows that I have a relationship with Hell.

It's not helping us.

It just wanted to watch the fun and see Bwonsamdi in trouble. "

Having said that, the pirate curled his lips and said to the people around him:

"Don't think of the loa gods too mysteriously, they are indeed as noble and powerful as their troll believers preached, and the power of each one is far beyond the legend.

But they're also mostly intelligent beasts, you know what I mean?

As long as you can master the way of contact and understand their taboos and preferences, these loa gods are actually easy to deal with.

To please them.

It is much easier than pleasing humans. "

As he spoke, he lowered his voice again, as if sharing some secrets that only trolls and loa knew, and said:

"Most of the loa appear in the form of powerful beasts, except for some smarter ones, many of them still retain the habits of wild beasts.

Therefore, they are often deceived by troll believers.

Especially those ambitious loa priests.

In many troll clans, there are stories that after the trolls with evil intentions began to worship the loa, the loa god was deceived into trust, killed by his own priests, and robbed of his divine power by those conspirators.

As far as I know, these evil things have happened no less than ten times in history. "

"Tell me in detail."

Others just listened to the excitement.

But the half-lich Meri Dongfeng became interested. While manipulating the magic carpet, he followed the little bats flying in the night ahead, and said:

"I have dealt with forest trolls before, and I know that the belief system of trolls is very chaotic and complicated, and each small clan has its own loa.

They proudly claim that trolls are a race protected by all spirits, born to rule the world. "

"Listen to their nonsense!"

The pirate sat comfortably on the undulating magic carpet. He said to the old mage as if he was chatting:

"A knowledgeable person like you can only see the glamorous outer layer of the troll belief, but he doesn't know the darkness hidden under the outer layer.

Take the Zandalari trolls on this land as an example, they are the wise men who act as recorders in the troll civilization, and they have a noble status since the birth of the troll civilization.

Sitting in the golden city of Dazar'alor, it has ruled this land for more than 16,000 years, and is the oldest civilization in Azeroth.

It is also the clan most loved by Loa.

But even the Zandalari, who seem so holy on the surface, have their own evil roots.

When they were weak, they prayed for strength, and they made offerings to the mighty king Loa, God of Devilsaur, Rezan, and asked for its blessings to increase their strength.

But once they encounter a strong enemy and are in danger of death, they will immediately abandon Rezan and turn to pray to Bwonsamdi, the god of death, to protect them from bad luck.

Well, judging by your expressions, you probably think that's how human nature is.

But no.

Once these disgraceful bastards survived the danger of death, they would immediately abandon Bwonsamdi and go to worship Rezan again, to regain the blessing of power.

When they need to fight on the water, they pray to Grol, the shark god.

When they want to fight in the sky, they will worship Pa'ku, the god of wind.

When hunting enemies, they place their tribute in the shrine of Gonk, the god of hunting, and when they want to plot tricks, they sneak to the temple of Sha Della in the dark.

When they are dying, they will go to the jungle where we are in the name of pilgrimage, looking for the frog Loakagwa to seek a way to continue life."

Bu Laike rambled a lot, looked at the old mage beside him, and concluded:

"So, in general, trolls do qualify to say they're sheltered by all spirits.

But that is to deceive foreigners.

Except for those priests and priests who are loyal and firm in their beliefs, most trolls are a group of people who follow the wind.

They are the civilization with the most beliefs in the world.

But they are also the most distrustful civilizations in the world.

They are a group of pragmatists in the true sense, and the meaning of the gods to them is only to provide strength and unite beliefs. As long as the conditions permit and the price is right, they can abandon their loa at any time.

Even the ancestors of King Rastakhan used a contract to stipulate the worship of faith.

If I were their loa.

If my believers dare to do something like this, I will probably go crazy.

But this group of wild beasts, Loa, is probably born short-sighted, and they don't think there is any problem with being played by the trolls like this.

Of course, that doesn't mean they're really stupid.

Loa gods also have their own secrets.

The relationship between them and believers is more like a relationship of mutual use. For a true Loa, they don't actually need to strengthen themselves through faith.

But what believers mean to them is beyond reality. "

Bo Laike gave a mysterious smile.

He pointed to the sky, and said very cleverly:

"You just need to know that once a loa loses its believers, it will not be far away from an eternity that is more tragic than death. But don't underestimate these terrible beasts just because of what I said.

The gods who can be honored as loa gods by the trolls are all existences that ignore death and surpass death.

In addition to their own powerful power, they also have divinity beyond the mortal level.

On the land of Zandalar, there is no good end to confronting these guys, unless you have a loa behind you to support you. "

Laike is like a well-informed and knowledgeable naturalist. In this boring march under the night, he dispatches the loneliness and boredom of others with the anecdote he has mastered.

He was full of witty words.

Telling other people the mysterious stories in the troll civilization, many orcs were amazed, and some wanted to refute, but they couldn't come up with any evidence to prove that their captain was bragging.

The demilich Meri Winterwind even took out his own handwriting, and while listening to Laike bragging, he wrote down all the secrets of these alien races and gods.

He glanced ahead, and the bat was leading them to fly out of the jungle.

The paths it chose were very strange, all in the jungle, but it cleverly avoided all the clans of blood trolls along the way.

It seems like it would really like to see Troll Reaper Bwonsamdi get unlucky.

"Let's talk about the Zandalari trolls."

The old mage said to Bu Laike:

"I have seen a description of Dazar'alor, the golden city of the Zandalari trolls, in the library of the high elves. It is said that the city is composed of endless and magnificent pyramids?

It hides ancient knowledge from the beginning of this world? "

"Well, this statement is very objective."

Bu Laike rubbed his chin, pointed to the direction of the guide, and said:

"Zuldazar, where the golden city of Dazar'alor is located, is the center of the Zandalari troll empire. It is further south of this jungle, and you can reach the city of all spirits by looking through the long mountains.

The Zandalari trolls are indeed the oldest recorders of civilization in Azeroth. The knowledge hidden in that holy city is definitely more worth pursuing than any treasure in the world for a master like you.

But me.

I am a relatively vulgar person.

I'm more interested in the city of gold itself. "

The pirate grinned, and there seemed to be a reflection of a golden mountain in his eyes.

He rubbed his hands and said:

"If I had the opportunity to rush into the City of Gold and loot it, I would definitely become the richest person in the world.

I can easily conquer the entire human civilization with the gold accumulated by the trolls from ancient times to the present.

Even if only one-tenth of the treasure hidden in that city is taken out, it is enough to easily kill everyone in the Eastern Kingdom. You have heard of the supernatural spirit "Feng Ling" formed naturally due to the accumulation of too much gold and treasure ? "

Meili Dongfeng shook his head.

He has lived for more than three thousand years, and he can't imagine that a pile of treasure gold will naturally form some kind of spirit body.

Although Azeroth is indeed a magical world, such a story is too bizarre.

"Then you are blessed. In the treasure room of King Rastakhan, there is a living Feng Ling, which guards endless wealth."

The pirate smiled treacherously and said:

"If I have the opportunity to rob Dazar'alor in the future, I will definitely invite you to come and see for yourself, the supernatural spirit body that is made of gold and treasures, rich and strange coexists.

Well, it may not be the most valuable.

After all, if we are lucky enough to see a dwarf made entirely of diamonds in the future, it will be priceless.

Look, Blood Moon, we're almost there! "

Bu Laike pointed forward.

The old mage looked up and narrowed his eyes the next moment.

In the depths of the jungle in the distance, a large temple shrouded in darkness can be vaguely seen.

Surrounded by rivers, it looked strangely dead and ominous.

But the weirdest thing is that the normal moonlight in other places will converge to form a burning blood moon once it shines there.

After half an hour of trekking, everyone arrived at the edge of this place of death, with an ethereal aura very similar to the fog of hell, surrounding the dark temple.

When he got close, he could even hear howls from the soul. Meme wiped his eyes, and he even saw a group of bewildered troll ghosts walking in front of the dead palace.

It disappeared in the next instant.

This weird scene made even the most daring orc feel terrified.

They moved their shoulders uncomfortably and clenched the weapons in their hands. It seemed that weapons could bring them confidence, but in fact, they couldn't.

"Okay, you can't go on the next road."

Bu Laike jumped off the magic carpet, straightened his leather armor, put the blindfold on his face again, took out his soul lamp from the magic bag, and held it in his hand.

A gloomy white light enveloped him, making him look extremely ominous.

He turned his head and waved his hands to everyone behind him in a friendly manner.

Say:

"I'm going to go through the road only the dead can walk, and go to negotiate with the noble Bwonsamdi. The victory or defeat depends on one action. Bless me, friends."

(end of this chapter)