fantasy reincarnation of warcraft

Chapter 133 On the Importance of Occupational Diversity

The tragedy in Nightshade Town appeared on the tables of the leaders of the alliance in the form of a report the next day. The trolls moved there and then moved towards the Deadwind Path. Only a very small number of people survived. It became the troll's marching food, and even the soul was imprisoned by dark magic.

In fact, not only the Alliance, but Stonenard of the Horde also got the news, but not in the form of a report, because the troll army had already appeared in front of their eyes, and launched a fierce attack without saying a word.

Obviously these trolls were very tired after the long journey, but they resolutely launched an offensive.

Are they all crazy?

Fortunately, Stonenard is different from Nightshade Town. This is a military base. The tribe members here are all soldiers and adventurers, so these numbers are comparable to them. However, the extremely tired troll did not shake the place at all. They were so tired that they couldn't even stand still.

However, scout reports indicate that another elite army of trolls has slowly entered the Swamp of Sorrows, and it is clear that they are the ultimate enemy that the Horde will face.

In Orgrimmar, Thrall has already been reported. He doesn't know what these crazy trolls are thinking, but he must organize people to help Stonard.

The Mag'har orcs from Outland were coming in batches. At this critical moment, Stonenard must not have any problems.

"Let's go! We know the Gurubashi trolls (meaning humanoid here) best, and I'll command your army, and there won't be any problems there." This is Vol'jin proposal.

Letting a foreign tribe command the army must be carefully considered at any time. Although Thrall knew that there was a deep-seated hatred between the Darkspear tribe and the Gurubashi trolls, and there would be no possibility of betrayal, he still considered for a long time before making a decision. determination.

"Wojin, I agree with your request, but I hope that you will not be blinded by hatred, which will affect your judgment."

"Hatred will only make my eyes brighter. It will stare at its enemies until the moment they are destroyed..."

As a result, a portal linking Orgrimmar and Stonenard was opened, and Vol'jin led a group of shadow hunters into the gate, and of course some orc reinforcements.

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"They are controlled by some kind of witchcraft, and we may be able to find a way to get rid of it, and bring some heads of Hakkari priests. My men have a way to make these heads open." This is the first message from Wojin instructions.

So the adventurers took action.

The cunning and agile stalker, the tauren soul walker who can escape into nothingness, the druid who can turn into an animal, and the shadow hunter of Vol'jin, one after another, unpredictable adventurers are active on this stage.

Vol'jin led the army to resist the enemy's main force. When he blocked the enemy's vision, the adventurers began to fish in troubled waters, trying to kill a few Hakkari priests.

Obviously, even if the Hakkari priests have strict precautions, they still have to hate some of them in front of all-pervasive adventurers.

To be honest, trolls are also a powerful race. Although they seem to have thin arms and legs, it is actually just because they are tall, giving people the illusion of being slender and weak like bamboo sticks. In terms of strength, they are also It is half a point weaker than the orcs.

However, these trolls who came down from the haste march were already extremely tired, so their combat effectiveness was lower by more than a notch.

Looking at the group of trolls in front of him who couldn't even attack the city wall, Wojin's expression was very cold. Among these trolls were his former clansmen, and he even knew their names, but now they have completely become cannon fodder.

"Ah ha ha ha ha! I seem to see a few people I know." Just as Vol'jin was mourning for these trolls who lost their freedom and died, Wennosis's annoying voice suddenly sounded.

"Look at who this is? Isn't this the kid from Darkspear? I didn't expect you to obey the orcs in order to survive." Venosis appeared at the forefront of the battlefield at some point: "Why isn't that old guy Senjin here? Or is he licking the orc chieftain's ass?"

Anyone who was once an enemy laughing at you with a victorious face would be outraged.

"I wonder if talking still stinks when you only have one head left."

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There is a reason for the appearance of Venosis. The orcs' wooden fence walls are made of thick and large trees, and the walls are covered with spikes. The trolls with weak physical strength cannot attack this wooden wall, and even set fire to it. It will be dispelled by the shaman, so Wennoxis plans to go up and solve this trouble himself.

Although these trolls are all cannon fodder, they can't die too worthlessly.

After taunting Vol'jin, he began to show his power.

Most of the powers given to him by snake gods are poisonous, and animal gods like Heathers, whose essence is like wild spirits, can give their priests the ability to transform into snakes.

In fact, from a certain point of view, Winosis is no different from those druids, except that he is more powerful.

He took out a bottle and gave Vol'jin a weird smile.

"Oops! Come down from the wooden wall!" Vol'jin's face changed drastically. He recognized the bottle, every troll knew it, and those were magic spirits, the most precious gift given by the gods to believers.

In fact, this kind of magic spirit is useless to other races, and it is only invaluable to trolls. Some powerful witchcraft must use magic spirit as a material for casting spells.

Any witchcraft that requires a mojo is very powerful, that's the consensus among trolls.

Winnosis gently opened the bottle, and looked at the liquid inside obsessively. The liquid couldn't tell what color it was, and it seemed to have countless colors.

This kind of color, even after hundreds of years, Winoshis still can't get tired of it.

A poisonous snake scepter was stuck in front of his eyes, and then he carefully poured the magic essence on the staff. The snake head carved on the poisonous snake staff seemed to come alive suddenly, infinite expressions appeared in its eyes, and the body of the staff also began to indecisive.

Then Wennoxis began to dance to the snake-headed scepter, well, it is more appropriate to dance to the master.

Countless poisonous gas spewed out from the mouth of the snake head, and quickly spread to the wooden wall. The originally hard, magical wooden wall immediately began to wither and rot.

"Don't come into contact with these fogs!" The wooden wall collapsed quickly. Due to Vol'jin's lack of leadership, his order to retreat made some orcs hesitate. Some orcs did not leave their posts immediately, which led to them being followed. The poisonous fog that came up caught up.

Without any hesitation, Vol'jin immediately took out a bottle of magic essence from the storage bag. He was never willing to use these precious things, but now he couldn't care less.

Ever since the Darkspear tribe was kicked out of Stranglethorn Vale, they lost the favor of their own gods, and also lost the source of mojo. Useless things are thrown into the store.

In fact, those things were secretly purchased by the Darkspear tribe.

But how many trolls have mojo?How many will be killed by adventurers?
Therefore, Vol'jin will not use these precious items until the critical moment.

But now I have to use it.

Unexpectedly, Vol'jin's method of using the magic essence is very similar to that of Vinnosis. He also puts the bottle on the ground and then jumps into the big god.

The power possessed by each priest comes directly from their gods, such as the great jumping god Vinosis in front of him, what the snake god bestowed on him is the power of poison.

And the god that the Darkspear tribe believes in, his name is Boang Samdi (the god of death and soul, similar to the spirit of the ancestors of the orcs, is the product of the sublimation of the soul of some powerful trolls after death, Wojin's father Senjin also became this kind of humanoid god later, but no one has high qualifications), compared to other LOA gods, Boang Samdi has no sense of existence, after all, he is just a god of a small tribe, not to mention that this small tribe almost The dead, it wasn't until a long time later that Vol'jin gathered more trolls to join him, and Boon Samdi responded to Vol'jin's call again.

However, although he is a god of a small tribe, Boang Samdi's ability is not ordinary. He has no special power, but one thing is very commendable. His priests can use a skill similar to invincibility.

Or group invincible (except for the priest himself).

So, after those orcs were contaminated with the poisonous mist, the moment they felt their skin itching and stinging, a strange shadow surrounded them, and the poisonous mist was excluded.

"Now! Kill him!" Vol'jin yelled at these orcs while picking on the great god. With the lesson from the last time, Vol'jin's authority in the eyes of these orcs has greatly increased, so they raised their axes without saying a word Just rushed back.

"Hahahaha! Boon Samdi's ridiculous power, as long as you die, this witchcraft will be self-defeating, come on, let me see how long you can last." It seems that Wennoxis looked down on Wojin very much the gods.

Under his control, the poisonous snake scepter shot out arrows of venom one after another. It is conceivable that as long as Vol'jin is contaminated with these things, he will basically confess here.

What a ridiculous flaw... Wennosis thought so, but his expression quickly froze, because a golden light enveloped Vol'jin.

Winosis noticed that the guy who released the golden mask was an orc behind Vol'jin.

"The holy light of mankind?"

"No! I prefer to call him Anshe of the Orc." The orc replied.

The Holy Light Shield was corroded quickly. Fortunately, while the Holy Light Shield persisted, those invincible orcs had already invaded the vicinity of Venosis.

Due to the indiscriminate damage of spells in the real world, Vinohis has no teammates around him.

"Come and help me!" Winosis yelled at the Hakkari priest behind him, and the Hakkari priest made a move, so all the orcs around him turned into frogs, and there was a lot of croaking.

"Idiot, do you think you're the only one with help? Come on, let's go on like this and see who can have the last laugh, how many goblins do you have left to squander?" Vinnosis laughed at Vol'jin, because his The poisonous mist is highly corrosive, and any long-range attack, including spells and bows and arrows, will be corroded before it gets close to him, so he has nothing to fear.

"Of course we will have the last laugh." It was another orc who answered him, and seeing him smash the hammer to the ground, Winosis suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

The ground shook suddenly, and Vinohis's heart skipped a beat.

The casting of this kind of witchcraft requires the witch doctor's uninterrupted dance, which is similar to the spell guidance of tricks like Fire Rain, so if he can't stand still, or there is a pause, the result is of course self-evident.

The awkward dance between him and Volkin was over, he was thrown into the air, the ground under his feet suddenly bounced like a seesaw, and Vinohis jumped out with a blank expression.

The poisonous mist slowly dissipated, and without the guidance of the priest, those demon spirits could no longer be transformed into poisonous mist. Wennoxis, who was bounced forward, sat on the ground like a little girl, watching several people who had pulled The hunter with the longbow trembled.

"That... I was also forced, can you give me a chance to correct myself?"

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PS: There may be some contradictions between this chapter and some previous chapters. I clearly said that the Darkspear tribe gave up the gods, because I happened to do a troll mission at that time, and the mission clearly stated, In order to integrate into the tribe, the Darkspear tribe must abandon some traditions, but some traditions can be passed on in secret...

This is the quest description. At that time, I thought that the tradition of trolls was eating people or something, but in fact it was not. The purpose of the quest was to allow players to collect witchcraft materials, so it is conceivable that the tradition he said must be passed on in secret refers to In fact, it is witchcraft. These witchcraft need to be spread in secret, and the secret is shady. So in other words, if the Darkspear tribe wants to integrate into the tribe, they must give up voodoo on the surface.

This is why I said before that the Darkspear tribe gave up their gods, but then I suddenly heard that the Darkspear trolls had gods, so I did the troll novice village quest again, and found that the trolls really had gods.

Because it is my fault to think too much about a task, after all, such a big game cannot be written by one planner, and it is normal for some tasks to be imprecise or ambiguous.

(End of this chapter)