fantasy reincarnation of warcraft

Chapter 141 Primal Curse
"Welcome, King of the Elves, what can the Darkspear troll do for you?" On the Galazan Peninsula (the original Theramore Peninsula, the name was chosen randomly), at this time it is the troll's land. Homeland, Wojin smiled kindly at Zhang Li.

It can be seen that he is very happy, and he has no reason to be unhappy. The Darkspear tribe has gained a large number of population due to the Battle of Stonenard, and his awkward dance with Jecrek has gained him a lot of prestige among the trolls. , so here is no longer a small village, and Vol'jin can proudly tell everyone that this is a tribe.

So at this moment, Vol'jin is happy to see everyone, even if a human being is embarrassed in front of him, he might forgive him.

"I need the troll's help..." Zhang Li quickly said his request.

After a while, Woking finally understood the situation.

"Ah... when it comes to witchcraft, I have to mention my most capable subordinate - Zalazane, he is the most powerful witch doctor here, I can recommend it for you, um... because you are a Harpy My king, I don't think he will have any resistance to you." Wo Jin readily agreed to Zhang Li's request and began to lead him the way.

Zalazane did not rebel here as he did in the original history, perhaps because this peninsula is too close to the main city of the orcs. If he rebelled, he would probably be in trouble, so Vol'jin is completely unaware of his ambitions now.

"However, I want to remind you that the witchcraft of the Darkspear tribe has been lost a lot due to various reasons, so don't get your hopes up..."

That's right, after all, it's a group that escaped.

Soon after.

"You said you want me to awaken a person's soul? I don't know, I have to take a closer look." Zalazane was unexpectedly straightforward, and it was not at all a sinister ambition like Zhang Li imagined. home, traitor.

So the portal waited, and they soon came to Anveena. Zalazane turned left and right around Anvena, fiddled with small things from time to time, such as dead frogs, or some kind of creature's eyes. Yes, I even danced for a while.

Finally he settled on one thing.

"I don't know the reason for her coma, but I seem to have seen similar records somewhere... Unfortunately, our precious knowledge was destroyed by the Gurubashi trolls. After defeating them, I once I went back to my hometown there, but there is nothing left..."

"Do you have any impression of this symptom?" These words made Zhang Li's brows twitch. He was originally hopeless.

"Yes, but I can't remember."

"It's okay if you can't remember, I can help you think..."

People's memory is easy to decline, but in fact those memories are not disappearing. The development level of ordinary people's brains is not enough to carry all these memories, so they can only be stored in the form of compressed packages. Maybe a certain unexpected event one day will can recall these memories.

Fortunately, Zhang Li can use the power of nightmare.

So, he directly stunned Zalazane, and saw an interesting scene in his mind.

The way trolls record information is through stone slabs, but the slate can carry too little information, it can only be a few abstract paintings, and the content inside has to be figured out by people, so it is easy to go astray, but here is a magic In the world of magic, for a magical world, the information that a stone tablet can carry may be more than a book.

As mentioned earlier, in addition to the mainstream animal gods among the trolls, there are also some partial humanoid gods. They used to be heroes among the trolls, and they ascended to gods after death. It may be more appropriate to say that they are heroic spirits.

Through certain rituals, troll witch doctors can communicate with these heroic spirits to obtain their knowledge and related experiences.

Each slate is the medium left by these ancestors, and the paintings on it are generally the most proud achievements in their lives. His descendants can find them according to this medium.

But now those tablets are lost, only the most important one has been preserved.

It was the slate of Boang Samdi, a deified heroic spirit, but since they escaped from Stranglethorn Valley, Boang Samdi never responded to them.

Zhang Li knew that Wojin had to go through many trials before he could finally win the favor of Boang Samdi again. However, the trial at that time was to defeat Zalazane in front of him, but now he has not rebelled.

Should we force him to rebel, Zhang Li thought.

However, he doesn't know the reason for Zalazane's rebellion in history. Maybe he looked down on Vol'jin for being subservient to the orcs, or maybe he felt that following him had no future. Anyway, when checking his memory, Zhang Li didn't find any signs of betrayal. .

Just control him to rebel, Zhang Li even had such thoughts in his heart, but he quickly dismissed such thoughts.

Not to mention that it would take too long, it would be better to go to other troll tribes if you have this time, An Wei Na's soul is getting weaker and weaker, she can't wait long at all.

"You try to summon Boang Samdi for me first, and if it doesn't work, I'll find another way." Zalazane, who just woke up from a daze, received such an order, regardless of whether he agreed or not, Zhang Li He got up and left immediately, he had to make two-handed preparations, in case Boang Samdi failed to summon, it wouldn't take too long.

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On the Galazan Peninsula, Vol'jin and a group of priests are busy. They are going to hold a grand ceremony to please their gods.

In fact, this ceremony is not the main reason, they have already started to prepare, as trolls, they can give up the bad habit of cannibalism, can give up some evil witchcraft, but can not live without gods.

If these new trolls know that they have no gods, their hearts will be broken, so Vol'jin is facing a lot of pressure.

Wojin has always been suspicious of Boon Samdi. They were expelled from their homeland and exiled overseas. The main reason is lack of power. The power of the sacrifices given to them by Hakar is so powerful, and you Boon Sam What does the first give us?
The humiliation of being weak once made Vol'jin doubt their gods for a while. The trolls never really believe in anyone, but now he will not be shaken anymore. I regained my confidence.

Their gods are not weaker than any gods, even stronger!

With a repentant attitude, Woking began to preside over the ceremony. He did not expect Bronsum to forgive him the first time, and he was ready to be rejected.

But he will be more sincere every time, and the offerings will be richer every time.

After all, gods cannot be without faith.

In this way, with a nervous and excited mood, Vol'jin began the ceremony of summoning Bron Samdi, but he didn't see that his most reliable witch doctor, Zalazane, was given by Vol'jin in front of everyone's attention. When he was attracted, he quietly put down a bead in the top, and then retreated with a worried face.

'Great Boon Samdi!Please, answer the call of your people! Vol'jin shouted in his heart, looking at the altar in front of him hopelessly, hoping that a figure would appear there.

But after a while, there was no movement at the altar.

"kindness?"

Just when Wojin was about to give up, a voice suddenly appeared in his ear.

"Pure faith, why do you have this!" Wojin raised his head, his joy was beyond words, it was Boon Samdi!He is back!But what did he mean by what he just said?
Burnsamdie ignored Vol'jin and flew towards the sacrifice, where he finally saw what attracted him.

An orb constructed purely from the power of faith.

Such a pure belief, compared with the troll's belief that has a lot of distracting thoughts, this belief is as clean as clean water, and Boon Sam was attracted immediately...

Zalazane also looked at this scene with joy, but he didn't expect that what the elf king gave him was actually so effective. Boon Samdi came back, and the Darkspear tribe was saved.

In fact, everyone misunderstood Zalazane. In the original history, his betrayal was also justified. Sen'jin died tragically at the hands of murlocs. The young Vol'jin shouldered the heavy responsibility of the chief, but Vol'jin was too young He has no opinion, he believes in orcs too much, and even sticks to orcs' ass like a dog's leg, which is despised by Zalazane. Zalazane thinks that following such a chief has no future, so he chooses to betray, but In this time and space, because they live too close to the orcs, he has no intention of betraying him temporarily, but the dissatisfaction in his heart has become more and more serious, until not long ago...

At that time, Vol'jin defeated Yekrick, he proved his strength, and brought back a large number of newly joined trolls, which gave Zalazane hope again, so he no longer had that kind of thought.

Not much nonsense, just as everyone was excitedly watching their gods descend, a sudden change occurred.

Boang Samdi's attention was all attracted by the orb, and he didn't notice at all that a guy with malicious intentions had already stared at him, and then a net of mental power rolled towards him.

"This! What is this! Who are you!?" Boon Samdi roared in horror. It tore the net, but his strength was still enough to shake the net.

"Everyone of the Darkspear Tribe, I want to borrow your gods to use it. Don't worry, I will return it to you soon..." The culprit appeared in front of everyone. Angsamdi pulled it into his own hands.

During the period, due to Boang Samdi's continuous resistance, Zhang Li had to beat him up, and finally succeeded in controlling him.

Then walk away.

He has no intention of arguing with Boon Samdi anymore. Negotiating with a loa god will definitely waste a lot of time. Anveena doesn't have that much time to wait, so he plans to use violent means. As for what will lead to a bad relationship with the trolls? Yes, he doesn't care.

Boang Samdi was forcibly controlled. In order to obtain his memory as soon as possible, Zhang Li recklessly invaded his consciousness. After checking overnight, he finally got something.

That was a primordial curse.

(End of this chapter)