Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 109 19. Immortal eh, Loa shows the way!

After hearing Garona's words, Blake's expression changed, and he immediately quickened his pace and rushed into the bloody blood troll village in front of him.

This damn place really has "local characteristics".

The area is not large, and all the buildings are very low, with messy tree trunks tied side by side as the outer walls of the village.

The top was sharpened, like a forest of guns facing outward.

If that's all it is, that's fine.

But these blood trolls obviously don't pay much attention to "quality of life". They just hang the half-dried corpses on the outer walls.

Some were skinned, and some had their heads and limbs chopped off.

Just hang it there with a rope to show your "power".

The problem is that even the orcs of the old tribe no longer use this barbaric custom, but these blood trolls seem to be accustomed to it.

As soon as he entered the village, he was greeted by the smell of corpses, which made Blake's expression change again.

He overestimated his ability to bear it.

Obviously experiencing it in the game and seeing it in the real world are two different things.

This is too disgusting in front of me.

In the center of the village is a pool of "water".

It is round, with unknown wooden totems inserted around it, and decorated with skulls. The trees outside the pool are covered with tree houses, and there are bone decorations around each tree house.

Some of the bones were not even washed, they were just hanging there with blood and bones.

nausea!

Disgusting is not enough to describe these things.

"Don't touch anything!"

Black shouted to the orcs behind him:

"The blood trolls will use witchcraft and blood plague. In this place, if you get infected by those things, you will be dead."

"What are those?"

Evil Eye, who was following Blake, was holding his own magic amulet in his hand, ready to activate the magic on the amulet at any time.

He is a sorcerer, a spellcaster.

There is also the curiosity of the caster.

Having been in the Shadow Council again, his tolerance for these disgusting things is much higher than that of other orcs.

He was still in the mood to look at some strange things placed around him, so he pointed to some things that were wrapped in cloth strips and looked like corpses and asked in a low voice under the tree house.

Blake glanced over.

explain:

"That is a corpse infused with blood plague, an evil construct. The blood trolls can use their weird sorcery to manipulate these corpses to fight.

This is their tradition.

Therefore, the undead appeared in Azeroth even earlier than the night elves. Anyway, don't get close to them, it's not a good thing. "

He said something and took a few steps towards the blood pool in the center of the village.

The demi-lich Merry Dongfeng is standing next to the blood pool.

All around him were the corpses of blood trolls. In fact, these guys were not much different from ordinary trolls in appearance.

But he maintains an extremely wild attitude.

The armors worn by the men were all made of animal skins, with many decorations on their bodies decorated with blood and bones, and the weapons they used were all made of bone, as if they had not left the barbaric era.

There were war marks everywhere on their bodies, smeared with blood, giving them a barbaric feel. Probably, except for themselves, outsiders could not figure out what these marks meant.

But compared to male blood trolls, female blood trolls are too exaggerated.

These females seem to be strengthened by some kind of power.

They are generally one or two heads taller than male trolls, and their muscles are stronger, the war patterns on their bodies are more exaggerated, and the weapons and armor they use are also more advanced.

This is actually quite normal.

The blood trolls retain the cruel and most primitive troll culture, because their evil gods do not require any technology, any knowledge, or any civilization.

They also maintained a primitive matriarchal society.

Men must obey any orders given by women, otherwise these men will be imprisoned, executed, made into undead constructs with blood plague, and thrown into cruel and barbaric wars of internal fighting.

In the blood pool further ahead at the feet of Merry Dongfeng, there was an overly large female blood troll corpse soaking in it.

That should have been killed by the demi-lich himself.

She is twice the size of an ordinary blood troll!

It's like a mountain of meat.

It is very similar to the alienation of the "barbarian troll" that appears in the troll race. It is at least four meters tall, and its huge and twisted body cannot use any armor at all, so it is almost naked.

There are also brutal bloody war marks on her body, and the most peculiar thing is her hands.

She was covered with leather and cloth wrapped around two overly large bone swords, as if those brutal weapons that could smash a cow with one blow were her natural arms.

"This is the blood matriarch. In their culture, they call themselves the Terror Matron. With powerful strength and violent personality, she is the ruler of the blood troll clan and their war vanguard.

Only the cruelest and strongest female trolls are qualified to undergo blood-enhanced rituals and twist themselves into this cursed look. "

Black approached the pensive demilich from behind.

The reason why Garona said that Merry Dongfeng seemed to be crazy was because this demi-lich was actively absorbing traces of blood energy from the blood pool of the blood troll, which didn't look like a good thing.

The liquid, viscous energy wrapped around the demi-lich's body in the form of magic power, making even his rotten and thin body seem to be filled with energy.

It was as if he was returning from a semi-mummy state to a normal human form.

This is undoubtedly extremely abnormal.

"Master, did you discover something weird?"

Blake asked cautiously. This question seemed to wake up Merry Dongfeng who was thinking in the bloody package. He looked back at the pirate.

Those rotten eyes were shining with blood, which was intimidating.

"I found this."

The old mage stretched out his hand that was no longer as skinny as a mummy. In his palm, there was a bloody, shiny, gem-like, but very irregular stone lying in his palm.

He said in a confused tone:

"This troll. Well, in your words, the Blood Mistress, I felt the existence of this thing when she attacked me savagely.

After I removed it and activated it with blood magic, I heard it."

"Don't listen!"

Black stretched out his hand to interrupt the demilich's words. He snatched the bloody stone from Merry Dongfeng's hand, turned around and threw it to the orc warlock behind him.

He said coldly:

"Burn it! Quick!"

"oh."

The evil eye didn't know what was going on.

But he reacted very quickly, igniting a fire of brimstone in his hand, and wrapped the blood stone in it. After a second, the thing shattered and was burned in the fire.

"Don't listen to that voice, and don't follow its guidance!"

Blake stretched out his hands, grabbed the old mage's shoulders, shook him wildly, and shouted:

"Wake up! Bastard! I didn't bring you here to make you surrender to G'huun!"

"Pah, pah"

Another two slaps were slapped on the face of the confused old mage. The force was so strong that Merry Winterwind's protective magic shield was activated. A burst of ice came and pushed Blake away.

But such a violent awakening made the old mage finally wake up from his daze.

He glanced at the blood magic wrapped around him, and the next moment he showed an expression as if he had seen a ghost. He waved his hand and cut off the magic thread, causing the blood magic in operation to stop immediately.

The blood pool in front of him no longer emitted light.

"Thank you. I almost fell into that evil god's sneaky ways. The favor you owe me has been repaid."

The old mage glanced at Black.

He raised the pine stick with a serious expression and shouted to the others:

"Get out of here! That voice is trying to confuse my will! I'm going to burn this dark place!"

A few minutes later, this extremely small village burst into flames in the night, with those corpses, those crimes, and those barbaric remnants.

They were all completely buried in the flames by the old mage's dragon breath spell.

The demilich stood slightly lonely outside the firelight. He looked at the burning village in front of him. Blake stood beside him and heard the old mage whisper:

"I have lived for three thousand years and claim to have found wisdom. But in front of His dark power, I am not even as good as a child. Black, tell me, what is buried under this earth?

Why did these blood trolls become like this? "

"Ah, this is a very long story. It starts from 16,000 years ago."

The pirate looked at the burning village in front of him.

He curled his lips and said:

“But it’s time for us to set off for Hades, so we said on the way.

But for your first question, I can tell you the answer right now.

Master, behind the history of this world, there are many dark footnotes that humans and even elves have not yet touched. In a barbaric era that was once beyond mortal life, there existed a dark empire ruled by the Gods of the Old Ones.

Four of the five ancient gods divided the world

But like in all the family fun stories.

The Dark Old Ones and Old Gods were finally defeated and sealed away. "

"So, there is an ancient god buried here?"

The old mage narrowed his eyes and asked, but Blake nodded first and then shook his head. He looked at the dark red ground soaked in blood under his feet.

explain:

"There is indeed an ancient god under our feet, but it is a monster created by the hands of the 'gods' who destroyed the rule of the Dark Empire.

It is the sixth ancient god

Don't look at me, Master.

I'm good at math, but it's not surprising that a sixth one will appear out of the five ancient gods. It was not born naturally, but was created artificially.

Many people call it Gou Hu.

But I prefer to call it G'huun. "

"it"

The old mage wanted to ask more.

But seeing Blake's shining eyes and the pirate's fingers waving in front of him, he knew that Blake, a bad guy, would not tell him these ancient and wild secrets easily.

Meili Dongfeng thought for a while and said:

"Will it break the seal? If it does, how long will we have left?"

"Don't worry, Master."

The pirate yawned, turned and walked in the other direction of the jungle. He said:

"Why worry now about something that won't kill you for at least thirty years? Come on, it's time for us to go to another hell in this hell jungle."

——

Next, we went deep into the jungle, and there was a lot of darkness along the way. The orcs always felt that something in the jungle was watching them, so they were a little suspicious.

Blake also felt the vague gaze.

He glanced at the character card calmly:

Status: Mortal Body.Brief.The Night Lord's Gaze

A new state appeared on him, representing a loa living in the jungles of Nazmir who had noticed this group of outsiders.

"Hyric the Bat God"

Blake whispered, shook his head, and continued forward.

The cautious Loa would not take action against them.

Especially when the aura of death remains on Blake.

The pirate slowed down and whispered to the legendary assassin beside him. The next moment, Garona's figure suddenly disappeared, and returned to Black a second later.

In her hand, there was a small black bat with blood stripes that was constantly struggling.

This bat looked very interesting. It had a big nose like a pig. When Blake took it in his hand, the struggling little bat suddenly became quiet.

It stared at Black with its black eyes, and the pirate also looked at it, and then in very non-standard troll language, he said to the little bat in his hand:

"The Night Lord protects the weak, and he finds what you seek.

Although He is blind, He is wise.

Scream at midnight, listen carefully to dispel fear and inspire courage.

With gentle wings, you can glide through the night sky, smell sounds, and see alien species.

When you are lost, alone, in darkness, wandering without a trace, His voice will lead you back.

Praise the night, salute you.

The Night Lord, the Lord of the Sky, the God of Darkness, the powerful and omnipresent Sirik. "

First, a standard hymn of flattering trolls that he remembered from the game was read out, and Blake observed the movements of the little bat in his hand.

After noticing it relaxing its body, the pirate smiled.

He added:

"Dear Night Lord, we are not your enemies, we are 'guests' visiting the Hades. I will bring a big trouble to the bad-tempered God of Death.

You'd love to see this, right?

So can you please guide us? I can’t wait to visit the noble and poisonous old Bwonsamdi.”