Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 110 20. Mystery of All Souls (8) Hearing (Trigram)

   The stench of Reid Blackhand all over his body looked strangely at the captain not far away.

   This orc is very suspicious, after entering this hellish jungle, Black touched something that shouldn't be touched, or was cursed or something.

  This cunning human being may have lost his mind.

  Look at him!

   He is talking to the bat in his hand! !

  Black's strange behavior made others very stunned, only the old mage looked at the pirate's godly behavior with great interest.

   A few seconds later, Black blinked when he saw the little bat in his hand.

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

   "Quick! Keep up with it!"

  The pirate smiled and waved his left hand, and everyone accelerated their pace.

  The old mage threw out a gorgeous magic carpet, chanted a spell to make it levitate, sat on it and followed, and glanced at the pirate in surprise, he asked:

   "Is that 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 Loa?"

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

  Black rudely jumped on the magic carpet of the old mage and rubbed a car.

   He stared at the flight direction of the little bats in the dark night in front of him, and explained to the demigod:

   "If we're going to find another loa, it's not going to help. But Bwonsamdi. What to say? It's a weird troll Reaper.

  It has a very bad habit, usually speaking in a weird way, living in isolation, and doesn't deal with other Loa very much.

  This has led to it having a bad reputation in Loa circles, so Hiric, the Night Lord, is happy to see Bwonsamdi unlucky. The perceptive 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 unlucky. "

   Having said this, the pirate pouted and said to the crowd around him:

   "Don't think of the loa too mysterious, they are indeed as noble and powerful as their troll followers preach, and the power of each is far beyond the legend.

   But most of them are also a bunch of 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 very easy to deal with.

   to please them.

   is much easier than pleasing human beings. "

   said, and 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 of the more intelligent ones, many of them still retain the habits of beasts.

   is often deceived by troll followers.

   Especially the ambitious Loa priests.

  In many troll clans, there are stories that after trolls with evil thoughts began to worship Loa, God Loa was deceived into trust, killed by his own priests, and deprived of 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 take it as a joke.

   But the half-lich Merry Winterwind was interested. While manipulating the magic carpet, he followed the little bats flying in the night ahead, and said:

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

   They proudly call themselves trolls, a race sheltered 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 like gossip:

   "A person as knowledgeable as you only sees the bright outer layer of troll belief, but doesn't know the darkness hidden beneath that 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 held a noble position since the birth of the troll civilization.

   Sitting on the golden city of Dazar'alor, it has ruled this land for more than 16,000 years, making it the oldest of Azeroth's civilizations.

   is also the most beloved clan by Loa.

   But even Zandalari trolls, who seem so holy on the surface, have their own inferiority in their bones.

   When they were weak and weak, they prayed for strength, and they worshipped the mighty King Loa, the **** of the Devilsaur, Rezan, asking for its blessings to increase their strength.

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

   Well, looking at your expressions, you probably think that's human nature.

   But no.

  Once these shameful creatures are over, they will immediately abandon Bwonsamdi and go back to Rezan to receive the blessing of power again.

  When they need to fight on the water, they pray to Groll, **** of sharks.

  When they want to fight in the sky, they will worship Paku, the **** of wind.

  When they want to hunt down the enemy, they will put their tribute in the shrine of the **** of hunting, Gonk, and once they want to plot, they will sneak to the temple of Shadra in the dark.

  When they are about to die, they will pretend to be pilgrims and go to this jungle where we are, looking for the frog Loakagwa to find a way to prolong their lives.”

  Black said a lot, he looked at the old mage beside him, and concluded:

   "So, in general, trolls do qualify as being sheltered by all spirits.

   But that is also deceiving foreigners.

  Except for those priests and priests who are loyal to their faith, most of the trolls are a group of things that see the wind and the rudder.

   They are the most religious civilization in the world.

   But they are also the most unbelievable civilization 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 their beliefs. They can ditch their loa whenever the conditions allow and the price is right.

   Even the ancestors of the king of Rastakhan were stipulated in the form of contracts to worship.

   If I were their Loa.

   If my believers dare to do such a thing, I guess I will be mad.

   But these beasts, Loa, are probably born with a heartless mind. They are played by the trolls like this, and they don’t think there is any problem with it.

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

  Loa also has its own secrets.

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

   But what believers mean to them is beyond reality. "

  Black gave a mysterious smile.

   He pointed to the sky, and said very arrogantly:

   "You just need to know that once a loa loses its followers, it's not far from an eternity more tragic than death. But don't underestimate these terrifying beasts just because of my words.

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

  In addition to their own powerful strength, they also have a divinity that transcends the mortal level.

   In the land of Zandalar, going head-to-head with these guys is not going to end well unless you have a loa standing behind you. "

  Blake is like a naturalist with knowledge and knowledge. In this boring march under the night, with the strange news he has mastered, he dispatches the loneliness and boredom of others.

   His witty remarks.

   Telling the mysterious stories in the troll civilization to others, many orcs are amazed, and some want to refute, but they can't produce any evidence to prove that their captain is bragging.

   The demigod Meri. Winterwind, this club even took out his own handwritten note, and while listening to Blake's bragging, he wrote down the secrets of these aliens and gods.

   He glanced ahead, the bat was taking them out of the jungle.

   The paths it chooses are very strange. They are all in the jungle, but they delicately avoid all the blood troll clans along the way.

   It seems to really want to see the troll Reaper Bwonsamdi unlucky.

   "Let's talk about the Zandalari trolls."

  The old mage said to Black:

   "I once saw the description of Dazar'alor, the golden city of the Zandalar trolls, in the library of the high elves. It is said that the city is made up of endless magnificent pyramids?

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

   "Well, this statement is very objective."

  Black rubbed his chin, pointed in the direction of the guide, and said:

   "Zul'Dazar, where the golden city of Dazar'alor is located, is the center of the empire of the Zandalari trolls. It is further south in this jungle, and you can reach the city of all souls by browsing the long mountains.

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

   But me.

  I am a rather vulgar person.

   I am 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 together and said:

   "If I had the chance to rush into the city of gold and loot, I would definitely be the richest person in the world.

  I can easily conquer the entire human civilization with the gold that the trolls have accumulated 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 spiritual body 'Fengling' that is naturally formed because there are too many gold treasures piled up. ? "

  Merry Dongfeng shook his head.

   He has lived for more than 3,000 years, and he cannot imagine that a pile of treasure and gold will naturally form some kind of spiritual 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 Fengling, which guards endless wealth."

  The pirate smiled treacherously and said:

   "If I have the opportunity to loot Dazar'alor in the future, I will definitely invite you to come and see for yourself, that supernatural being made of gold and treasure, rich and weird coexisting.

   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, that would be priceless.

  Look, the blood moon is on, we're almost there! "

  Black pointed forward.

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

   In the depths of the jungle in the distance, you can vaguely see a great temple shrouded in darkness.

   Surrounded by rivers, it looks unusually dead.

   But the most bizarre thing is that the moonlight that is normal in other places, once it shines there, will converge to form a blood moon that seems to be burning.

  After half an hour of trekking, everyone reached the edge of this place of death. There was an ethereal aura that was very similar to the fog of hell, surrounding the dark temple.

When    approached, he could even hear the wailing from the soul. Maim wiped his eyes. He even saw a group of dazed troll ghosts, lining up to walk in front of the dead palace.

   disappeared in the next instant.

   This bizarre scene made even the most daring orcs feel a tingle in their hearts.

   They moved their shoulders uncomfortably and clenched the weapons in their hands, as if the weapons could give them confidence, but in fact, they couldn't.

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

  Blake jumped off the magic carpet, tidied up his leather armor, put the eye patch on his face again, took out his lantern from the magic bag, and held it in his hand.

   An overcast white light shrouded him, making him look very ominous.

   He turned his head and waved friendly to everyone behind him.

Say:

   "I'm going to go through the road that only the dead can walk, to negotiate with the honorable Bwonsamdi, the victory or defeat is here, bless me, friends."

   (end of this chapter)