Azeroth’s Death Track

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The beliefs of the trolls are weird.

At the beginning, the trolls had just been born with wisdom. It was a wild time. The power of the trolls was not worth mentioning to the world at that time. On the wild land, there are many, many Strong and incredible creatures.

The first generation of trolls awesomely called those powerful creatures "Gods", and the pronunciation of God in Trolls is "Loah".

With the passage of time, the trolls began to explore and understand the entire world, and they encountered more and more powerful creatures, and the number of Loa gods they believed in also increased.

If the troll’s faith is listed in a chart, it will be a very cumbersome catalogue, and the troll’s faith also gives those powerful creatures special abilities, even if the body is lost in time, those souls will also Perpetuate in the troll's faith, and then look for opportunities to be resurrected again, or called reincarnation.

In this special system, the life and death of Lord Loa does not depend on time, but on the number of believers. In fact, many Lord Loa will actually die after being forgotten by trolls in time.

The **** of bats, Midnight Lord Chiric, this huge and weird vampire bat is the longest-lived group among the gods of Roa. The reason why its believers are endless from generation to generation is because Chiric itself Have strong power, and special abilities.

Midnight Lord Shirike can give believers the ability to move quickly in the dark, even very similar to the blood-sucking ability of Sahrain, and flames, although it is difficult to understand why a big bat has the ability to manipulate flames, and Hiric's high priest, after being loved by the blood lord, can still be transformed into a bat.

Speaking of this, it is very similar to the druids of the night elves. They also believe in beast gods and have the ability to transform into beasts, but relatively speaking, the wild gods that the druids believe in are better than the trolls. Loa is generally much stronger.

"It's ugly!"

When Tyrion appeared on the altar of bats in Zul'Gurub, the battle of the blood lords was over. On top of the blood and corpses of the sacrificed trolls, a blood magic was imprisoned. The giant bat is nearly 5 meters long and has wings spread at least 7 meters. It is covered with dark red spots, sharp claws, a large nostril similar to a pig's nose, and sharp fangs in its mouth.

The King of Dark Blade looked at the frantically struggling vampire bat in front of him. From the black eyes, he could see the light of wisdom. Obviously, this bat had its own mind and soul.

"This is not Chiric."

The **** mother walked sullenly to her husband. She looked at the ugly bat and glanced at Yekrik, who was trembling on the side. She said softly:

"Perhaps it was the midnight lord who felt the danger, or perhaps this idiot was not beloved by it. In short, Chirick influenced the priest's call, but only sent his heirs, not appeared in person."

"This is the Son of Midnight, a vampire bat that really has the divine blood of Chiric. In the past call, it is difficult for us to see the arrival of the Midnight Son, which itself is the embodiment of Chiric's will."

When Tyrion's skeptical eyes turned around, Ye Creek, who had been tortured by the blood mage's torture, collapsed almost on his knees on the ground, and shived to explain:

"The midnight lord is very cunning, and the number of sacrifices is not enough. In this case, it is difficult to summon its entity... This is not to blame me! This is really not to blame me! Please, please let me go. "

"What do you think?"

Tyrion turned to Myra, who was holding his chin, hesitating for a moment, and said:

"Maybe there are really determined warriors who can persevere under the torment of Seven's blood boiling technique, but there is no doubt that this troll lady is definitely not a member of those warriors, so I believe her statement, This time it was just our bad luck, and Seven and Otham also said that from this midnight son, a trace of the blood of Chiric origin can also be extracted."

The Blood Lord shrugged:

"Just like we extracted the blood of the demigod from the Crow, for Sarin, as long as a drop of blood, we can deduce the way Shirik used the blood and how it gave the power of the vampire bat The believer’s method, in short, the dilemma of the transformation of Sahel’s blood servants will soon be resolved."

"Then as soon as possible!"

Tyrion flexed his wrist and glanced at Yerlik, who was afraid to look up, and he asked softly:

"Bon Sandy needs a new priest, you look right..."

Jerlik raised his head violently, and at the moment of seeing Tyrion’s cold eyes, she quickly lowered her head. She endured the inner fear and trembled and said:

"Of course, I will serve Bon Sandy wholeheartedly...I swear."

Ye Creek had finished speaking, but did not get a response. After more than ten seconds, she secretly raised her head. There was only a dead sea of ​​corpses and blood in front of her, but there were no more blood lords. Even the imprisoned son of midnight disappeared without a trace.

After realizing that he had survived, Yecrek leaned weakly on the stone tablet behind him, and two lines of tears slipped from her eyes. It was the joy of escaping from the dead, and a kind of luck for the rest of the life, of course, There is also a trace of God's fear that betrayed his beliefs.

After personally introducing the heirs of the Midnight Lord into the traps of the Blood Lords, Yecrek had no turning back and could only follow his new god, Bang Sandy, to black.

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"Secal is dead! Marro is dying too. Winohis and Yarro ran away. The two despicable debris betrayed Loa's love and left their cities and people and fled."

The blood lord Mandokir, which was covered with green "blood" on the armor, stood on the tall altar at the very center of Zul'Gurub. Behind him, two-thirds of the circular city built around the central altar had fallen into In the hands of Lin Jing who came out of the nest, the worse thing was that because of the previous bombing, many elite Gurubashi troll soldiers did not rush out of the camp, and died in the explosion flames that fell from the sky.

The trolls do have the ability to regenerate their limbs, but in the face of a cluster attack of enhanced alchemy bombs, not every troll has the opportunity to regenerate their limbs.

"Jin Du, what are you going to do?"

Blood Lord stared deadly at the alchemist Jindu holding his hands high on the altar in front of him. The latter was already covered with corpses of trolls, and the followers who followed him did not die in the hands of Lin Jing or Necromancer, but Under the living sacrifice of the magician, more than 200 trolls were killed around the central altar. Their blood followed the voodoo circle depicted on the ground, gathering little by little in the center of the circle .

In that circle, there is a strange egg.

There is a person tall, with gray and blue spots on the eggshell, which looks like fossils, but even the powerful warrior Mandokir who is ignorant of witchcraft can feel active and twisted in the egg. The vitality of it is soaked in warm blood, just like having your own heartbeat. Between each beat, there is a bright red halo wrapped around the surface of the egg.

The dark power of witchcraft leaped in the hands of the magician Jindu. After all the blood was drained from the egg, he removed a quaint jar from the altar next to it. The magician of the wooden mask answered his old friend's question with a strange voice.

"It's okay, let them run, we don't need them anymore."

Jindu slowly opened the jar, took out the ashes soaked in dark magic, and evenly sprinkled on the eggs that had been completely shrouded in blood before him.

The black ashes fell down, witnessing this strange ceremony of Mandokir, and even heard a scream straight into the soul, like a beast trapped in a cage, roaring for freedom, it I was eager to rush out of the cage and devour every life around me.

The undisguised maliciousness caused the Blood Lord to take a few steps back. He watched the wizard cast the last ashes into the sky. The unpredictable hunch in his heart became more and more inflated, and he quickly walked to his velociraptor. Aogen jumped on the velociraptor, looked back at Jindu muttering to the blood-red snake egg, the blood lord shook his head, and in the scream of the velociraptor, he turned and quickly left the altar .

"Everyone is afraid of your power."

Jindu looked at the blood-red snake eggs in front of him. He reached out and stroked the warm snake eggs with an obsessive gaze:

"But I'm not afraid. I grew up listening to your story. I grew up listening to your story, blood god, soul robber. What a beautiful name, what a gorgeous power. I know I was born with a certain mission, and now, I will fulfill my mission... I will give you true freedom. The Loa are cowards, but even they fear you..."

"it's time!"

Jindu's fingers flew across his waist, holding a twisted ceremonial dagger in the palm of his hand. He held the dagger in both hands, and after a breath, thrust it into his heart.

The severe pain caused Jindu's body to tremble. He collapsed on the snake egg in front of him, and the blood from the heart smeared on the snake egg. The strange snake egg was like some kind of greed. Like a monster, he sucked Jindu's blood frantically, and in a crisp sound, the egg shell of the snake egg was broken by the force bursting from the inside.

Jindu’s lifeless body was completely torn apart under the power of this explosion, which was the blood light, just like the purest blood brilliance, with an explosive gesture, those blood red light from the central altar Shot like a light arrow across Zul'Gurub.

Whether it was a frightened troll or Lin Jing, they were covered in this blood brilliance, and their bodies began to melt quickly...decomposed, as if infected by some terrible toxin.

The halo went straight into the sky, and in a sharp roar, even the moon in the night of Stranglethorn Vale was completely stained with blood. Under the reflection of the blood moon, a huge and distorted figure was also Slowly rising from the altar at the center of Zul'Gurub.

It was a huge wind snake. When its body straightened, only the upper body exceeded 7 meters. The whole body was covered with bright red skin. The lower body was a coiled body like a snake, while the upper body was twisted. The humanoid figure, without arms, is replaced by black, sharp, huge claws, and its head is a snake head with a crest of blood red feathers, which looks so grim.

And in the reflection of the blood moon behind them, three pairs of bright, feather-rich wings spread behind the soul grabber, and it screamed upward in the sky, covering the entire Zul'Gurub in the scream of freedom. The bright red light suddenly gathered up, and in front of the resurrected Haka, on the platform full of bright red light, those souls that were stiffly drawn stiffly stood in front of Haka's eyes.

And at the forefront of those souls is Jindu, whose whole body is enveloped by the power of darkness... Jindu of the soul body, he devoted everything to Haka, and even his own life. Get your own gift.

"Get it!"

Haka made a sound of interference. At its chest, three pairs of purple bone spurs were interlaced on the flesh, and in the protection of the bone spurs, it was a purple gemstone inlaid on the blood of the soul grabber, irregular, but Between each shining, the souls in front of me shivered.

Between the surges of power in Hakkar, the forcibly extracted souls were kneaded together and tucked into Jindu's soul in a brutal way, and the soul of the magician absorbed this forbidden power. , Even the body with his soul has changed.

He became bigger and bigger, and between his hands and feet, he also had the power to make the soul tremble. This is the gift he longed for.

"This kind of power, so powerful, I will serve you loyally... I will defeat all your opponents for you!"

Jindu floated on the platform, he spread his hands and shouted his belief in Haka, but the moment the ritual of soul infusion was completed, the moment Jindu enjoyed the powerful power, a hand The meniscus-shaped long sword roared out of the darkness, and between the buzzing blades, the sharp blade pierced Jindu's soul body fiercely, nailing him to the ground.

"No! No, my strength, no!"

Jindu’s soul was bitten by madness. The sword, the greedy and bad character magic sword, seemed to have found a new toy. It used a cruel way to break apart Jindu’s soul, and then In the face of Hakkar, swallowed its most loyal priest in one bite, and in the scream of Jindu, rattled the soul bite.

It's like the most direct provocation.

Tyrion strolled from the darkness to the central altar of Zul'Gurub, and behind him, the blood lords also drank some colorful and strange liquids in the shadows, and then followed their own leader to the front of Haka .

"Its feathers are so beautiful!"

Aurelia, holding a red war bow, said to Tyrion:

"It must be nice to decorate the hat with its feathers."

"Om"

The magic sword inserted on the ground was pulled out by Tyrion. He looked at the soul grabber in front of him, and finally set his eyes on the purple gem on the chest of the spirit grabber. He said softly:

"Of course, what you like, I will always get it for you..."

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