Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1449 82. Love's suicide, ask for offerings again

   "Malak! Malak, you pathetic trash! You and your entourage are a bunch of pathetic cowards!"

   A low roar echoed on the snowy altar outside the Gudak Palace, like a continuous thunder, this roar was full of betrayal humiliation and accumulated anger.

   Along with the roar, there was also the collision of the chains.

   At the northernmost point of Zu'Drak, a place of death shrouded in gloom, a wild beast, Loa, is bound by chains soaked in voodoo and magic.

   Hundreds of frost troll warriors are pulling sturdy chains around. These savage warriors who grew up in the wild north need to do their best to control the trampling and shaking of the giant beast in front of them.

   In addition to the chains, the priests of the Drakkari trolls are also casting spells around, using ancient and vicious vicious spells to continuously weaken the trapped northern land of Roa Gattos.

   This is a frost mammoth with a mane.

   It has a huge body like a hill and a solid skin like granite.

  The two rough curved ivory are like two terrifying guillotine knives. Together with the natural brute force of Matos, it can easily destroy everything that tries to stop it.

  Gothus was once the **** of brute force worshipped by the frost trolls, and he meant invincible glory on this land.

   It is also said to be the chief **** of the mammoths who ravaged Northrend.

   But compared to trolls who could feed and find offerings for loa, and talk nicely, the mighty and savage Ghatos clearly disliked his more violent, savage, and untamable offspring.

It stays with the frost trolls all year round, enjoying the shrines and altars built by the trolls for it near the palace of Gudak, and while enjoying the tributes offered by the trolls, it will also use its own power generously. To the Drakkari trolls.

  Gothos didn't think as much as the other loa.

   It is a rough and simple character, and does not think much about the future.

   It always felt like it had a perfect partnership with trolls. The trolls traded food and tributes for power, finding food themselves without having to go out and enjoying the rainbow-fart praises of the priests' transformation.

   Even beasts must pay attention to "spiritual life".

  It’s a pity that such a “perfect cooperation” ended not long ago. From a certain day, its troll followers began to ask for more power from it. In Gatos’s opinion, this was not in line with the rules.

   The amount of tribute will be exchanged for the amount of power, which was agreed before.

   However, considering that it also heard that some strange undead were attacking Zul'Drak, the trolls needed strength to defend against the enemy, so at the begging of the priests, the mighty Gatos agreed to an unfair deal.

   But this concession is just the beginning.

The    trolls' demand for power is increasing, but the tribute they can give is decreasing.

The priests trusted by   Gothos have been using various reasons to prevaricate the Mammoth God's demand for tribute, and even quietly cut off the Mammoth God's connection with other Loa.

   As a result, by the time that muscled brain of Gatos finally realized that something was wrong, it really was wrong.

"let me go!"

   The desolate elephant chirping was swaying in the cold wind, and Gatos looked at the trolls with different expressions around them, and their eyes burst with apprehension, fear, and shame.

   But it's more about anticipation.

   That is the expectation of what is desired.

Gatos has seen such a light countless times in the eyes of the weak who seek strength from him, but unfortunately this time, what these trolls who are usually respectful to him hope to get from him is not something that was given at random. strength.

  The gazes and the fanatical shouts that wanted to eat it up made the mighty Mammoth God feel that his disaster was coming.

   A rare "fear" rose in his heart.

   is like a colossus surrounded by a group of ants. Although the ants are so small and the colossus is so big, when the ants are hungry enough and the number is large enough, even the elephant will be gnawed to dry bones.

   "Ow!"

  Gothos' frantic struggle quickly exhausted what little strength he had left, and he was pulled by the bloodthirsty trolls to his knees in a low cry, falling like a crumbling hill.

   Its fall cracked the ground and made the Frost trolls who were waiting around cheering loudly, making the scene even more frenetic.

The giant mammoth tried to get up but couldn't do it. It was poisoned by its own priest and weakened. It was tied to the platform where it usually enjoyed offerings with special chains. The product is just as embarrassing.

  Gothos even had an illusion.

   It feels like it is today's "tribute".

   "Malak! Your Majesty! Great Frost Lord! Say something! Do something! We're all watching you! Enforce the iron law we need!"

   In the frenzied and crazy cheers and howls, Malak, the Frost Troll King who was guarded by the Drakkari Rhino Knights, finally stood up from his skull-shaped throne.

He wears the full clan armor of a troll commander, two frost-splashing battle axes around his waist, and an ancient bone bow slung across his body to fight a bag of troll headhunters. 's poisonous spear.

  Compared with the last time he met with Black, the Frost King of the Northland, who was in his prime, was obviously emaciated and much older.

Perhaps it was because of the psychological pressure brought about by the bad situation of the battle, or because he had to sacrifice a Loa himself to make him feel complicated. In short, there was no happiness or relaxation on the face of the most powerful frost troll. possible traces.

  As the other trolls watched, the Frost King Malak, who was standing on the skull throne carried by the brutes, raised his left hand, like a silent order, making the entire altar quiet in an instant.

   He stared at God Loa, who fell to the ground and struggled but couldn't break free. A light of contempt flashed in his ruthless eyes like ice, and he asked coldly:

   "Then, Zul'Drak's **** of brute force, the mighty and invincible Gatos, who has been enshrined by the Drakkari trolls for hundreds of years, has seen the vicious dead attack the earth beneath our feet.

   You know, your followers need strength.

   But the humble ones dare not speak to the gods so directly. As the king of the frost trolls, let me ask them for them.

  Goth!

  Will you give your power to troll warriors who need it? O mighty spirit born in this land, are you willing to do everything in your power to help us fight the evil dead? "

  Malak's inquiry was straightforward, without any sloppyness, or even any verbal cover-up, just to say the words "tool man Loa" clearly.

   But this question only made Gatos, who was already in a desperate situation, even more angry.

  The **** of mammoth slammed the ground with its heavy ivory, causing the masonry to shatter. It used this explosive action to represent its dissatisfaction and resistance, and it roared:

   "I have given the blessings I can give you to each of your warriors! At the request of those cunning traitors, I have created hundreds of warriors of mammoth power for you in just half a month!

   I've never been so generous to my bloodborn!

   But you are still not satisfied! "

   "Because it's not enough!"

   In the face of Gatos' rebuttal, Frost King Malak did not hide it at all, he answered directly:

   "The mammoth warriors you created for us are dead and wounded on the front lines, even though they killed ten times their number of enemies before they died, it's still not enough!

   Those mighty warriors cannot resist the call of the evil power of death, and each time they fall, the power of the natural disaster increases by one point.

   We need warriors who can fight death!

   We need true warriors of the gods! "

   "You're crazy!"

  The Mammoth God shouted:

   "Even if I wanted to, it would take at least ten years to train a group of **** warriors for you. Wait! I know what you're going to do, lunatic!

  You crazy lunatic!

  I smelled the curse of Quesrun on this chain, that cunning wind snake did not die in the hands of the undead!

   It was you who killed it!

  You drained the power of Quesrun and created so many fallen warriors for you."

  Gatos finally came to his senses.

  When it saw the dozen or so troll berserkers, headhunters and priests surrounded by divine power around Malak, it realized where its biggest crisis came from today.

   Its beast intuition is correct.

   It is actually the "tribute" that Malak will dedicate to the frost trolls today!

   "We need at least three hundred **** warriors to resist the undead's peak."

  Frost King Malak stood on his throne. He raised his left hand and shouted loudly:

   "You useless Loa enjoy the offerings from the Drakkari trolls on weekdays, and you greedily devour the rare resources on this land.

  You should obey the ancient covenant of the gods.

   Now your believers need your protection!

   You must take shelter!

   I need a warrior of the gods with your invincible power!

  If you don't give it, then I'll take it myself!

   This is what the Drakkari trolls deserve!

   We have already paid the price in the past for our hunting today, Executioner! kill it! Pierce its heart, take off its fangs, and take all available organs.

  My loyal soldiers!

   In the name of this land, today, I promise you to feed on the gods! "

   Malak roared and waved the Frost Axe in his hand.

   Under his orders, more than a dozen specially made sturdy barbed spears pierced through the skin of Gatos, causing the blood of the Mammoth God to spurt out.

   The terrifying pain made Gatos widen his eyes, but instead of howling weakly, the beast's eyes burst out with terrifying killing intent and icy determination.

  As a simple, honest and savage Loa, Gatos was able to make his mark today in the intriguing Zuldrak.

   This guy is reckless enough!

   When he saw the mad frost trolls around him screaming and rushing towards it, and when they really planned to feed on "gods", Gatos, who was weak in body but still violent in his soul, made up his mind.

  It knows that it will never survive today, but it also doesn't want to cheapen these crazy idiots.

   It's going to blow them up!

   Take these trolls who held themselves high in peacetime and now try to sacrifice themselves as tributes to **** in a disaster!

   "bang, bang"

   The deep beating of the heart reverberated on this altar like a drum of war.

   That is Gatos stirring up his own heart power. It will turn the divine power that the frost trolls are eager to **** from its corpse into fuelwood, compressing and erupting in an instant.

   It will blow up all the treacherous **** in front of you!

  You want this power?

it is good!

bring it on.

   Come closer, I'll give it to you!

"not good!"

   When he saw the chilling determination in Gatos' eyes, Frost King Malak immediately realized that something was wrong. The bad temper of the mammoth **** in front of him actually broke out at this terrible time.

  It is really different from the weak Quesrun, and he is not willing to accept the fate of being slaughtered and eaten.

"Walk!"

The Frost Troll King gave an order, and the Drakkari brutes who carried his Skull Throne immediately turned and ran. While countless fanatical troll warriors rushed towards the weak Loa, their leader gave up at this time. they.

   Obviously, Malak has a very clear understanding of the destructive power of Loa's divine power after self-destruction.

   Everything seemed hopeless.

   He will lose many brave warriors in vain. It is a losing business.

   But at the same time as Malak retreated, a black shadow broke through the cloud layer of the sky that was flying gloomy and black snow, and amid the howls of the undead pirates and the wind element, the new **** of pirates came down from the sky with a laugh.

   Wearing a blood-red looting captain's hat, Gaboa waved the hot wind machete in his hand, and storms mixed with shadows and poisonous waves swept across the altar full of scorching divine power like long whips.

   This scene was seen by Malak, but the Frost King just sneered in return.

   These guys are trying to save Gatos.

   But they can't!

  The self-destruction of the divine power of the Mammoth God has gathered to the final stage, just like a bomb that has entered the countdown, nothing can stop the energy explosion that slaughtered all things.

  “Shu”

  While the Reaper opened fire violently in the sky, dispelling the frost trolls on the ground, a black shadow flashed in front of the howling Gatos.

   Not Black!

   is Maiev.

   and Her Royal Highness Talanji, the troll princess, who was grabbed by her neck and held in her hands in an unseemly manner.

   "I warn you, Elf! If you dare to be so rude to me, I will tie you to the gallows, I swear in the name of the Golden Dynasty! I am a noble princess!"

   After landing, the extremely embarrassed Princess Talanji roared at Maiev.

Maievli ignored her, turned and fled into the chaotic battlefield and started to slash. Maiev seemed to enjoy this kind of killing, but this is normal, the hatred of elves and trolls is even the most stupid boar. knew.

  The noble Princess Talanji tickles her teeth angrily, but she has no choice but to stamp her feet angrily, then turn around and kneel on the ground with a thud.

   She opened her arms and called out the name of the King of Spirits in front of Gatos.

   "Great Rezan, show your majesty and kindness, and save the spirit of despair before your eyes!"

   With the call of Princess Talanji, golden and blue smoke rolled out, belonging to the guardian of kings on the entire chaotic battlefield platform, and the huge phantom of Rezan, the **** of power, appeared out of thin air.

   The giant Devilsaur God, who was connected to the sky and the earth, roared up to the sky, raised his thick left foot like a warhammer and slammed it on the head of the red-eyed Gatos.

   This is how Rezan saves his underdogs!

   It may not be able to stop the explosion of Loa's divine power, but it can stun the lunatic Loa in one go, and force the gathering of divine power to stop forcibly.

   The divine power belonging to Rezan and the already extremely unstable power of the God of Mammoth collided, smashing the entire altar and forcibly knocking the soon-to-explode Gatos into the deepest coma.

   Just by hearing the sound of the head of the woolly elephant hitting the ground, you can tell that Rezan might have smashed Gatos's skull.

   Of course, for a Loa, such an injury is not fatal.

   Compared with one life at least, the fatal injury or something is just a drizzle.

"This!!"

   Seeing Rezan's visions appear on the land of Zul'Drak with his own eyes, Frost King Malak was shocked.

   As a troll leader, of course he knew Rezan, and he knew very well that such a powerful Loa belonged only to the royal family of the Golden Dynasty. In other words, the nasty Zandalari trolls have infiltrated Zuldrak?

   Damn it!

   "Zandalar? Hehe."

   Malak narrowed his eyes and glanced at the chaotic altar, his face covered in frost and he ignored everything that happened there.

   He knew that he had to go back to his palace immediately and gather his army.

   He keenly smelled the opportunity.

  The Zandalari trolls must fight the local undead Scourge if they want to save Loa, which means that the Frost King can take the opportunity to recover his strength.

   King Frost thought very well, he was so fat.

   But just as he turned around. However, he saw the scene where the last divine guard beside him was pierced through the heart by a golden vulgar machete and fell down.

   The **** who killed his guard just bent down so carelessly and wiped the blood of the blade on the dead man's armor.

  Blake looked at the scattered gold coins in his hand, kicked the corpse under his feet, cursed a poor ghost, then turned his head and looked at Malak who was holding the Frost Battle Axe behind him.

   He tilted his head and blinked, and said to Malak:

   "You recognize me, don't you? My dear God-killer, look at you, you have finally become the ruthless commander in my prophecy.

   is exactly the same as my warning to you at the time.

   Honestly, sometimes I really admire my own precise control of the future.

  Put down your arms, Your Majesty Malak, we can talk about fate and the future. Since your Drakkari Empire has collapsed, and you need to support your family, the dignified king can't go begging and picking up garbage, right?

   Listen to my advice, old Gani is a good friend but not a good leader.

   And how disrespectful is that?

  I mean, if you need it, maybe I can introduce you to a good job under the Lich King. Of course, remember to give me a generous brokerage fee.

what.

   I didn’t find it last time, fellow, your skull is in good shape.”

   (end of this chapter)