Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Reid Blackhand, whose whole body exuded a foul stench, looked at the captain not far away with strange eyes.

The orc was very suspicious whether Blake touched something he shouldn't have touched after entering this damn jungle, or whether he was cursed or something like that.

This cunning human being has probably gone crazy.

Look at him!

He's talking to the bat in his hand! ! !

Blake's strange behavior made others very shocked. Only the old mage looked at the pirate god Nao Tao's behavior with interest.

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

He stretched out his hand and let it fly. The black bat with blood stripes flew around a group of people several times, then quickly rushed into the jungle and flew to the northwest.

"Quick! Follow it!"

The pirate smiled and waved his left hand, and everyone moved forward faster.

The old mage threw out a gorgeous magic carpet, chanted a spell to make it levitate, and sat on it to follow. He looked at the pirate in surprise and asked:

"Those are the 'eyes' of a Loa, right? How did you get it to help you? Could it be that in addition to being an assassin, you are also a believer of Loa?"

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

Black unceremoniously jumped on the old mage's magic carpet and got a ride.

He stared at the flight direction of the little bat in the dark night before him, and explained to the demilich:

"If we were to find other loa, it wouldn't help. But Bwonsamdi... what can I say? This is a weird troll reaper.

It has very bad habits, talks strangely, and lives in isolation, rarely interacting with other Loa.

This gave it a bad reputation among loa circles, so Cyric, the Night Lord, was happy to see Bwonsamdi in bad luck. The great bat Loa with keen senses must have noticed the battle on the distant sea.

It knows that I have a relationship with Hades.

It's not helping us.

It just wanted to watch the fun and see Bwonsamdi in trouble. "

Having said this, the pirate curled his lips and said to the people around him:

"Don't think that the Loa gods are too mysterious. They are indeed as noble and powerful as their troll followers preach, and the power of each one is far beyond the legend.

But they are also mostly a group of intelligent beasts, do you know what I mean?

As long as you can master the methods of contact and understand their taboos and preferences, these Loa gods are actually very easy to deal with.

To please them.

It's much easier than pleasing humans. "

As he spoke, he lowered his voice again, as if sharing some secret that only the trolls and Loa knew, and said:

"Loa mostly appear as powerful beasts. Except for some of the more intelligent ones, many of them still retain the habits of beasts.

Therefore, they are often deceived by troll believers.

Especially those ambitious Loa priests.

In many troll clans, there are stories about how after trolls with evil intentions began to worship Loa, the god Loa was deceived into trusting him, killed by his own priests, and had his divine power taken away by conspirators.

As far as I know, these evil things have happened no less than ten times in history. "

"Tell me more about it."

Others just thought it was fun.

But the demi-lich Merry Dongfeng became interested. While controlling the magic carpet and following the little bat flying in the night in front of him, he said:

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

They are proud to claim that trolls are a race protected by all spirits and are born to rule the world. "

"Listen to their nonsense!"

The pirate sat comfortably on the undulating magic carpet. He said to the old mage as if gossiping:

"A knowledgeable person like you only sees the bright and shiny outer layer of troll faith, but does not know the darkness hidden under that outer layer.

Take the Zandalari trolls on this land as an example. They are the wise men who serve as record-keepers in the troll civilization. They have a noble status since the birth of the troll civilization.

Sitting in the golden city of Dazar'alor, it has ruled this land for more than 16,000 years and is the oldest civilization in Azeroth.

It is also the most beloved clan of Loa.

But even the Zandalari trolls, who appear so holy on the surface, have evil roots deep down.

When they were weak, they prayed for strength and offered sacrifices to the powerful king Loa, the devil dragon god Raizan, asking for its blessing to increase their strength.

But once they encounter a strong enemy and are in danger of death, they will immediately abandon Lazan and turn around to pray to Bwonsamdi, the god of death, to protect them from their misfortune.

Well, judging by your expressions, you probably think this is how human nature is.

But no.

Once these shameful guys are over the danger of death, they will immediately abandon Bwonsamdi and worship Raizan again to regain the blessing of power.

When they need to fight on the water, they pray to Grol, the shark god.

When they want to fight in the sky, they will worship Paku, the god of violent winds.

When they want to hunt enemies, they will place their tributes in the shrine of Gonk, the god of hunting. And if they want to play a conspiracy, they will sneak to Shadra's temple in the dark.

When they are about to die, they will pretend to be a pilgrim and go to the jungle where we are to look for the frog Loakagwa to find a way to extend their lives."

Blake rambled on for a while, looked at the old mage beside him, and concluded:

“So, overall, the trolls do have the right to say they are protected by all spirits.

But that is just deceiving foreigners.

Except for those priests and priests who are loyal and steadfast to their faith, most trolls are a group of people who act according to the changing circumstances.

They are the civilization with the most beliefs in the world.

But they are also the most untrustworthy 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 gather faith. As long as conditions permit and the price is right, they can abandon their loa at any time.

Even the ancestors of Rastakhan Palace used contracts to stipulate their worship of faith.

If I were their loa.

If my followers dared to do such things, I would probably go crazy.

But this group of beasts, Loa, was probably born to be careless, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with being played by the trolls like this.

Of course, this doesn't mean they are stupid.

The Loa gods also have their own secrets.

The relationship between them and their believers is more like a mutual use. For a true Loa, they do not actually need to strengthen themselves through faith.

But their meaning to believers transcends reality. "

Blake showed a mysterious smile.

He pointed to the sky and said arrogantly:

"You just need to know that once a Loa loses its followers, it is not far from an eternal silence that is more tragic than death. But don't underestimate these terrible beasts just because of my words.

The gods that the trolls honor as Loa are all beings who ignore death and transcend death.

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

On the land of Zandalari, there is no good end to confronting these guys head-on, unless you have a Loa standing behind you to support you. "

Blake is like a well-informed naturalist, using his own anecdotes to dispatch the loneliness and boredom of others in this boring march under the night.

He was full of witty remarks.

Telling the mysterious stories of the troll civilization to others, many orcs were amazed when they heard it, and some wanted to refute, but they could not provide any evidence to prove that their captain was bragging.

The half-lich Meri Dongfeng even took out his own handbook at this moment. While listening to Black's bragging, he also wrote down the secrets of these alien races and gods.

He glanced ahead and saw that the bat was taking them flying out of the jungle.

The paths it chose were very strange, all in the jungle, but it cleverly avoided all the blood troll clans along the way.

It seems to really want to see Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, go down in misfortune.

"Let's talk about the Zandalari Trolls."

The old mage said to Blake:

"I once saw a description of Dazar'alor, the golden city of the Zandalari trolls, in the library of the high elves. It is said that that city is composed of a series of spectacular pyramids?

Does it contain ancient knowledge from the beginning of the world? "

"Well, that's a very objective statement."

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

"Zundasar, where the golden city of Dazar'alor is located, is the center of the Zandalari Trolls' empire. It is further south in this jungle. You can reach the City of All Spirits by climbing over the long mountains.

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

But me.

I am a relatively vulgar person.

I'm more interested in the golden city itself. "

The pirate grinned, and the reflection of a golden mountain seemed to appear in his eyes.

He rubbed his hands and said:

“If I had the opportunity to rush into the Golden City and plunder it, I would definitely become the richest man in the world.

I can easily conquer the entire human civilization with the gold that the trolls have accumulated since ancient times.

Even if only one tenth of the treasures hidden in that city were taken out, it would be enough to easily kill everyone in the Eastern Kingdom. Have you ever heard of the naturally formed supernatural spirit 'Feng Ling' due to the accumulation of too much gold and treasure? ? "

Meili Dongfeng shook his head.

He had lived for more than three thousand years, but he could not imagine that a pile of treasure gold would naturally form some kind of spiritual body.

Although Azeroth is indeed a magical world, such a story is too bizarre.

"Then you are blessed. There is a living spirit in King Rastakhan's treasure room, guarding the endless wealth."

The pirate smiled treacherously and said:

"If I have the opportunity to plunder Dazar'alor in the future, I will definitely invite you to come and see for yourself that supernatural spirit that is made of gold and treasures, rich and weird.

Well, it might not be the most valuable.

After all, if we are lucky enough to see a dwarf made entirely of diamonds in the future, that will be a priceless thing.

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

Blake pointed forward.

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

Deep in the jungle in the distance, a large temple shrouded in darkness can be vaguely seen.

Surrounded by rivers, it looked eerily lifeless and foreboding.

But the weirdest thing is that once the moonlight that is normal in other places shines there, it will merge to form a blood moon that looks like burning.

After half an hour of trekking, everyone arrived at the edge of the land of death. There was an ethereal aura that was very similar to the fog of Hades, surrounding the dark temple.

As he got closer, he could even hear bursts of wailing from the souls. Maimu wiped his eyes, and he even saw a group of dazed troll ghosts, lining up and walking in front of the dead palace.

And disappeared in the next moment.

This weird scene made even the boldest orc feel tingly.

They moved their shoulders uncomfortably and tightened their grip on the weapons in their hands, as if the weapons could give them confidence, but in fact, they did not.

"Okay, you can't walk the rest of the way."

Blake jumped off the magic carpet, adjusted his leather armor, put the eyepatch on his face, took out his soul-inducing lamp from the magic bag, and held it in his hand.

A gloomy white light enveloped him, making him look particularly ominous.

He turned around and waved friendly to the people behind him.

explain:

"I have to walk through the road that only the dead can walk, and go to negotiate with the noble Bwonsamdi. Victory or failure depends on this. Bless me, friends."