Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 109 19. Immortal Uh, Loa guides the way!

   Hearing Garona's words, Blake's expression changed, he immediately accelerated his pace, and rushed into the **** blood troll village in front of him.

  This ghost place really has "local characteristics".

  The area is not large, all the buildings are very low, and they are lined up with messy tree trunks as the outer wall of the village.

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

   If that's the case, that's fine.

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

  Some were also skinned, and some had their heads and limbs beheaded.

   was hung there with a rope to show his "power".

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

   As soon as he entered the village, there was a stench of corpse on the front, which made Blake's face change again.

  He overestimated his ability to bear.

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

   This is too disgusting.

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

   It is round, surrounded by unintelligible wooden totems, embellished with skulls, and 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, even the blood and bones were hanging there.

nausea!

  Disgusting is not enough to describe these things.

   "Don't touch anything!"

  Black shouted to the orcs behind him:

   "Blood trolls use witchcraft and blood plague, and in this place, you'll die if you catch those things."

"What are those?"

   Evil Eye, who followed behind Black, held his magic amulet in his hand, ready to activate the magic on the amulet at any time.

   He was a sorcerer, a spellcaster.

   also has the curiosity of the caster.

   has been in the Shadow Council again, and his tolerance for these disgusting things is much higher than 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 and looked like corpses and asked in a low voice.

  Black glanced over there.

Say:

   "It's blood-infused corpses, a vicious construct that blood trolls can manipulate with their bizarre sorcery to fight.

   This is their tradition.

  So, the undead appeared in Azeroth even before the night elves, so don't get close to them, it's not a good thing. "

   He said something and took a few steps to the blood pond in the center of the village.

   Demigod Merry Winterwind is standing by the pool of blood.

   Around him, there are blood troll corpses. These guys are not much different from ordinary trolls in appearance.

   but maintains an unusually wild stance.

  The armors worn by men are all made of animal skins, with many decorations of blood and bones on their bodies, and the weapons they use are all bone, as if they have not stepped out of the barbaric era.

   They have war lines everywhere, smeared with blood, and they have a barbaric feeling. Except for themselves, outsiders can't figure out the meaning of these lines at all.

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

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

  They are generally a head or two taller than male trolls, and have stronger muscles, more exaggerated battle lines, and more advanced weapons and armor.

   This is actually quite normal.

   Blood trolls retain the cruel and primitive troll culture, because their evil gods do not need any technology, any knowledge, any civilization.

   They also maintained a primitive matriarchal society.

  Men must obey any orders of women, otherwise these men will be imprisoned, executed, made into undead constructs with blood plague, and thrown into a brutal and savage war of internal slaughter.

   In the blood pool further ahead at the feet of Meri Dongfeng, there is the corpse of a large and excessive female blood troll, which is soaking in it.

   That should have been killed by the demigod himself.

   Her size is twice that of an ordinary blood troll!

   is like a meat mountain.

   It is very similar to the alienation of the "pretty troll" that will appear in the troll race. The height is at least four meters or more.

   also has savage blood war patterns on her body, and the most peculiar thing is her hands.

   was wrapped in leather and cloth wrapped around two oversized bone swords, as if they were savage weapons that could smash a cow with a single blow, just like her natural arms.

   "This is the Blood Matriarch, and in their culture they call themselves the Troll Mistress. Powerful and tyrannical, they are the rulers of the blood troll clan and the vanguard of their war.

  Only the cruelest and strongest female trolls are qualified to undergo the ritual of blood strengthening and twist themselves into this cursed look. "

   Black approached the thoughtful demi-lich from behind.

The reason why   Garona said that Merry Winterwind seemed crazy was because this demigod was actively absorbing the blood energy that didn't look like a good thing from the blood troll's blood pool.

   Those liquid, viscous energies wrapped around the demigod's body in the form of magic, and even his rotten and thin body seemed to be filled up.

   As if from a half mummy state, it is returning to a normal human form.

   This is, without a doubt, extremely abnormal.

   "Master, did you find something weird?"

  Blake asked carefully, this question seemed to wake up Merry Winterwind who was thinking in the **** package, and he looked back at the pirate.

   Those rotten eyes shone with blood, which was daunting.

   "I found this."

  The old mage stretched out his hand that was no longer skinny like a mummy. In his palm, lay a bloody, shimmering stone like a gem, but very irregular.

   He said blankly:

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

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

   "Don't listen!"

  Black reached out his hand to interrupt the demigod. He snatched the **** stone from Merry Winterwind's hand, turned and threw it to the orc warlock behind him.

   said coldly:

   "Burn it! Quick!"

"Oh."

  Evil Eye doesn't know what's going on.

   But he reacted very quickly, a sulphurous fire ignited in his palm, and he wrapped the bloodstone in it. After a second, the thing shattered and was burnt out in the fire.

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

  Blake stretched out his hands, grabbed on the shoulders of the old mage, shook wildly, and shouted:

   "Sober up! Asshole! I didn't bring you here to submit to G'huun!"

   "Crack, snap"

   Another two slaps slapped the confused-eyed old mage on the cheek. With such force, Merry Winterwind's protective magic shield was activated. A burst of ice came and pushed Blake out.

   But with such a violent awakening, the old mage finally woke up from his daze.

   He glanced at the blood magic that was entangled around him, and in the next instant, he showed a ghost-like expression, waved his hand to cut off the magic line, and immediately stopped the blood magic that was working.

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

   "Thank you. I almost fell into that evil spirit's sneakiness, and you have paid off what you owe me."

  The old mage glanced at Black.

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

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

   A few minutes later, the village, which is too small to be small, ignited a raging fire in the night, those corpses, those sins, those savage remnants.

   was completely buried in the flames under the breath of the old mage's dragon breath technique.

  The demigod stood outside the firelight, looking a little lonely. He looked at the burning village in front of him. Blake stood beside him, and heard the old mage say in a low voice:

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

   These blood trolls, why did they become like this? "

   "Ah, this is a very long story, and its starting point is 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 leave 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, even elves, have not yet touched. In a time of savagery that once did not belong to mortal life, there existed a dark empire ruled by the gods of yesteryear.

   Four of the five ancient gods who divided the world

   But like in all family fun stories.

   Those dark old and old gods were finally defeated and sealed. "

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

   The old mage narrowed his eyes and asked a question, but Blake first nodded and then shook his head. He looked at the dark red earth that was soaked with blood under his feet.

Say:

   "There is indeed an ancient **** under our feet, but it is a monster created by the "gods" who destroyed the rule of the dark empire.

   It is the sixth ancient god

   Don't look at me, Master.

  My math is good, but it is not surprising that the sixth of the five ancient gods will appear, it is not born naturally, it is made by man.

  Many people call it Gouhu.

   But I prefer to call it G'huun. "

"it"

  The old mage wants to ask more.

   But seeing Blake's twinkling eyes and the pirate's frustrating fingers in front of him, he knew that this bad thing Blake would not easily tell him these ancient and wild secrets.

  Merry. Winter Wind thought about it and said:

   "Will it break out? If it does, how long will it leave us?"

   "Don't worry, Master."

  The pirate yawned and turned to the other direction of the jungle, saying:

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

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

  Black also felt that kind of vague gaze.

   He glanced at the character card calmly:

  Status: Mortal Body. Slightly. The Night Lord's Watch

   A new state was in him, representing a loa living in the jungles of Nazmir who had taken notice of the group of outsiders.

   "Hyric, God of Bats"

   Black said something softly, shook his head, and continued forward.

  The cautious Loa would not take action against them.

  Especially if there is a breath of death left on Black.

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

  In her hand, there was a little black bat with **** stripes that was struggling constantly.

  This bat looks very interesting. It has a big nose like a pig. When Black took over, the struggling little bat suddenly quieted down.

   It stared at Black with its own black eyes, and the pirates also looked at it, and then in a very non-standard troll language, read to the little bat in the opponent:

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

   He is blind, but wise.

   Screaming at midnight, listening attentively, dispelling fear and encouraging courage.

   Gentle wings, gliding through the night sky, smelling sounds and seeing alien species.

  When you are lost, alone, in the dark, wandering without a trace, His voice leads you back.

   Praise the night and salute you.

  The Night Lord, Lord of the Sky, God of Darkness, the mighty and ubiquitous Cyric. "

   First, a standard hymn from the game, the troll who dared to flatter, read out, and Black observed the movements of the little bat in his hand.

  The pirate smiled after noticing that it was relaxing.

   He added:

   "Dear Lord of the Night, we are not your enemies, we are the 'guests' who are visiting the Netherworld, and I will bring a big trouble to that grumpy **** of death.

   You'd love to see this, right?

   Then can you please guide us, I can't wait to visit the distinguished and poisonous old Bwonsamdi"

   (end of this chapter)