ebookland Chapter 623 Uninvited
Chapter 623 Uninvited
I've been waiting for a long time. In the very center of the troll village is a pool of crystal-clear water. The trolls always maintain this small lake, supposedly because it's a habit from their ancestors.
Although Lorraine couldn't sense anything special about the village's pool, it was just a clean source of fresh water.
It seems to originate from the summit of Mount Hyjal, flowing from Azshara or Ashenvale, or even further afield in Felwood... As for its exact source, the fissure extends far into the earth, leading directly to the sea.
Without an omniscient eye, a Titan-like form, or satellite-map-like scanning, it's impossible to locate the second Well of Eternity on Mount Hyjal, or even the remaining remnants of the oldest Moonwell...
This crevice is the lowest point in the underground near the estuary, blocked by lava and underground river water, as well as the mysterious pyramid-shaped storm altar... Outsiders would never discover it unless they fall into the abyss. It turns out that there is a hidden secret realm at the bottom of the deep underground valley.
The descendants of the dark trolls in Troll Village originally lived peacefully and undisturbed here.
Until Lorraine descended from the sky with the Death Knight...
The village chief has vanished... The residents all seemed to have known the fate of their guardian all along. Lorraine guessed that the village chief, Black Panther & Fang, had already given instructions to his people... The ancient dialect of the trolls was even older than the magical riddles of the high elves, and even someone as clever as Lorraine couldn't fully understand it.
If there were no barriers to communication, there would probably be fewer misunderstandings and conflicts.
If there were no conflict or misunderstanding, how would the trolls have waited for their true guardian, Lorraine, to arrive...?
This might be the result of the village chief's divination... One of the distinguishing characteristics of mortal beings is their mythological heritage. It seems that this contains vague information about lost history and its transmission...
It tells you where you might have come from and where you might be going in the future.
If you treat mythology as history, you are likely to become a follower of a cult... and be fooled by falsehoods and lies.
If you don't take mythology seriously, you will lose your sense of identity with your ancestors, lose your roots, and naturally become anxious and confused. You will also be easily misled and repeat the lessons of history, making fatal mistakes and bringing about your own destruction.
Between so-called wisdom and strength, there has never been a saying that intelligent people are necessarily powerful, nor is there a power that can always crush others.
Lorraine lamented that being a living god was incredibly stressful...
"I'd like to say a few words..."
Lorraine stood on the wooden platform of the village house, looking down at the people below. He could see the village entrance and the cliff path on the opposite cliff edge. That was the exit of the village and the checkpoint that led to the edge of the Earth Fissure Storm Altar from the outside world... There was a simple wooden door blocking the way.
Despite its seemingly low-lying terrain, this place is actually a very important natural fortress.
Two watchtowers were erected at the entrance of the village. Under the command of the two death knights, the Blood Demon Orc Knight and the Fire Orc Knight, the villagers quickly built two orc-style defensive structures.
The two Death Knights were originally high-ranking shamans of the Fireblade clan and members of the Shadow Council. Even after being destroyed by Lorraine and killed by Garona, their remnant souls merged with the remains of the rest of their clansmen to resurrect as new Blood Demons and Fire Demons. Instead of losing their intelligence, they became even more evil and cunning.
Orcs are naturally warlike; this is a stereotype.
However, every orc tribe that originally lived on Draenor had lived on the brink of war for many years, and fighting was their instinct.
Trolls were originally a race that worshipped the primitive beast god Loa and pursued hunting. In fact, it is not strange at all that orcs and trolls could form an alliance. Their personalities are really similar, and their customs and beliefs are also very similar.
Lorraine noticed that since the village chief's death, even the expressions of the trolls in the entire troll village had become much more resolute, and each of them exuded a lot more murderous aura. Their originally injured bodies had mostly recovered to about 70-80% thanks to the unique healing magic of the Shadow Satyr Hell Knights.
However, their demeanor changed completely, proving that the name "Death Tribe" was well-deserved.
The trolls donned their wooden armor once more, received the Shadow Infusion, and became almost like Shadow Hunters—essentially, an indirect power-up...
It seemed that the moment the village chief completed his final self-sacrifice, transforming himself into a blood curse mark and attaching it to the back of Lorraine's right hand, all the remaining men, women, and children of the troll village were given a new lease on life...
"Could it be that the dark curse has really been transferred to me?"
Lorraine grew suspicious, and instinctively unleashed an Ice Lance towards the fruit on a palm tree in the distance... The ice crystals shot from the Ice Lance struck down many coconut-like fruits, and the Death Trolls raised their hands in cheers...
They seemed to be applauding their new god.
The magic was still there, and Lorraine felt relieved. Watching the large, clumsy creatures cheer excitedly, it seemed the chieftain had said that the Shattered Spear Trolls' frustrating past was now history. Now, with death approaching, they would lead their people out to seek revenge and unleash their full power...
The village chief's son did not die, nor did he inherit the position of village chief. Little Fang was resurrected by Lorraine's subordinates when he was on the verge of death. Their bodies were covered with shadow runes, which is a characteristic of being infused with the power of shadow.
Noticing that these trolls were different from before, Lorraine instinctively looked towards the satyr demon knight Azaran...
The latter, moved by his conviction, bowed respectfully, a smug look on his face.
“Master, their souls belong to you... I have infused them with the power of death, so they can unleash the power of shadow, but will not be easily controlled by demons.”
"Well done..."
The subordinates were difficult to manage. Lorraine had not given any orders to modify the troll warriors, but the three death knight commanders had turned the village chief into a true stronghold of the Death God's tribe.
The village chief's son, Little Fang, has joined the new Death Guardians...
As the new high-ranking warrior captain, several other strong hunters from the Firefang, Slicktooth, and Yellowbrow tribes also automatically leveled up... They received strange, long-handled weapons made of an unknown black metal or bone from the three knight commanders...
They received new armor and blessed runes.
The Shadow Throwers, a group of young and strong trolls, all looked at Lorraine with awe and reverence.
The tattoos on Lorraine's hands are the marks of the clan chief, village head, and guardian. Little Fang, too, has received his father's instructions to remain forever loyal and lead his people to the pinnacle... Each of them has fire in their eyes...
Even the troll girl and the troll children, who were initially timid, hesitant, and fearful, became excited...
Looking at Lorraine like this, what else was there to say?
It seems these ancient hunters, having been stifled for so long, changed leaders and, under the tutelage of three evil death lords, instantly transformed into true death hunters...
Lorraine wasn't very educated, and he kept mumbling and stammering without managing to say anything coherent.
It seems he rarely makes any statements on such occasions.
Looking back, he had always been alone, subservient to his former employers.
Under the guidance of his teacher, he embarks on adventures, grows stronger, summons numerous death golems, becomes a full-fledged officer of the tribe, a warrior chosen by the queen, and inherits the honorary title of Plaguebringer from the Royal Apothecary Association...
Lorraine was still shy and timid.
Commanding and controlling the skeletal beasts was effortless. Manipulating bone warriors, transforming banshees, and resurrecting death knights were all commonplace. Through major battles and skirmishes, entangled with various enemies and seemingly invincible beings, Lorraine had grown considerably.
This time, however, it was a different experience...
Below the platform were mostly living trolls, and the three Death Lords were no longer the puppets that simply obeyed orders as before.
Lorraine didn't know how to command a flesh-and-blood army, and even when giving a speech to inspire others, he hesitated for a long time.
At this moment, Lorraine began to miss her teacher's incessant nagging.
The teacher said he had seen it all and was sure he could be a good commander. But in my memory, the teacher seemed to be a lone wolf, at least I had never heard of the name Lorin before... The real Master Rhonin was a hero of Dalaran, the current city lord, a genius mage who was proficient in dragon magic and all three spells, a winner in life and the true leader of the Kirin Tor.
So far, both "Lorraine" and "Rolling" are relatively unknown IDs...
"Hmph, my little minions! I won't say much else, but if you follow me, at least you'll have meat to eat and won't be bullied! No one dares to challenge Death! No one..."
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