ebookland Chapter 612 An Egg Hitting a Rock
Chapter 612 An Egg Hitting a Rock
A fierce battle is about to break out...
The old village chief's cryptic calls sounded like a death knell.
The troll villagers, trembling, raised their wooden and stone weapons and charged towards the black undead... Their so-called heavily armed fighting stance truly meant fighting with their teeth and brute force...
Trolls are a race with naturally high vitality; they are considered to be the original inhabitants of Azeroth...
Whether they were truly the oldest primitive life forms is a question that has remained unanswered for countless years. Even if proven, what then? The primitive humans of the New World have become fossils in museums, and primitive empires with millions of inhabitants couldn't withstand a few flamethrowers and simple cannons...
If civilization is written by robbers, then it's nothing more than spoils in someone else's museum, proof of their noble but numerous crimes...
Lorraine was still trying to organize his thoughts, attempting in trollish, "Excuse me, may I pass..." Before he could finish his broken phrase, a hail of spears rained down, concealing poisoned blowguns and feathered arrows...
Almost simultaneously, two death knights swung their weapons, deflecting what appeared to be harmless spears and arrows...
Azaran raised a shadow magic shield, protecting his master above his head...
Lorraine became somewhat annoyed when she saw that the other party did not give her a chance to communicate.
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The henchman's domineering warning immediately triggered the last survivors of the Shattered Spear Trolls hiding there... They unleashed their final battle roars, waving their arms and legs, shouting and yelling...
A death charge, a futile attempt to break through a rock...
Lorraine felt a pang of pity, but the rune in his right eye trembled with excitement...
It can also devour innocent souls, and the necromantic rune in its right eye, yearning for advancement, almost took over Lorraine's mind.
Lorraine had no choice but to turn a blind eye, her icy gaze coldly fixed on the fearless troll villagers who had sacrificed themselves...
There was one thing Lorraine didn't understand...
As the fighting continued, Lorraine noticed that the opposing side had people performing a bizarre war dance to cheer them on. The dance, synchronized with the drumbeats, had a surprisingly artistic feel, a primal rhythm, intertwined with bone flutes and wind chimes...
"Still dancing at a time like this?"
The war dance was magnificent and had a good style, but it was useless against Death's minions.
Let alone Lorraine's undead minions, even if they could truly deter gunpowder guns and warships from the previous invaders, how could the remaining island inhabitants have become a rare species...?
How could trolls, once the dominant powers of the continent, be forced into the depths of the jungle...?
Historically, simple-minded tribes have never prospered. Even if they were lucky enough to acquire powerful weapons or technologies, they would slowly destroy themselves... Without thinking and indulging in pleasure, not only would their limbs degenerate, but their minds would also become increasingly dull.
One question is, how did this amazing organ, the brain, evolve?
In some accounts, Yogg-Saron, one of the Old Gods, is said to be able to influence the human mind, as he is described as a brain with a psychic head and countless mouths...
The Titan guardians who were originally monitoring and suppressing Yogg-Saron were corrupted by the whispers...
It seems that if the mind is too active and cannot achieve balance and harmony with the body, it can also lead to madness and foolish acts that lead to self-destruction.
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In other words, the trolls are brainless, which is why they can fight the Faceless Ones and the equally brainless insects to a standstill...
That was a joke by the god of mischief.
Humans love to assert the superiority of their race, believing that trolls are dull-witted and unworthy of occupying good land.
Planting civilizations possess powerful productivity; how could primitive hunting tribes compare?
Pirates, posing as adventurers, were making a fortune out of nothing, since the trolls had no use for the gold and silver they possessed, and they were wasting it... The Eastern Kingdoms Alliance unanimously believed that fighting the trolls was a matter of course, a righteous and glorious act of eliminating a scourge for the people.
Apart from the Darkspear trolls of Sen'jin Village, most of the newly established Horde in Kalimdor disdained to make contact with the green-skinned orcs who had descended from the sky. The remaining forces of the Zul'Aman troll empire in the Eastern Kingdoms even believed that the orcs had betrayed the Zul'Aman trolls.
The main reason is that allowing the blood elves, the forest trolls' former mortal enemies, to join the so-called new Horde has made all factions within the troll tribes suspicious of the goodwill of the Horde and the Alliance.
"Not a single despicable outsider can be trusted!"
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Despite the best efforts of Warchief Thrall to send envoys to unite the troll tribes scattered throughout the world, the Darkspear troll leader, Vol'jin the Shadow Hunter, had little effect... Only a portion of the trolls in the Hinterlands responded to the new Horde's invitation.
The Gurubashi Empire of the jungle tribes, the Zul'Farrak desert trolls, the Zul'Dark ice trolls, and some small, scattered troll branches almost universally reject any non-human race... They will kill any intruder without mercy.
The trolls' beliefs are considered barbaric and evil; their witchcraft requires sacrifices, exchanging blood offerings for blessings from otherworldly or unknown beasts...
Most trolls don't consider this issue; in their beliefs, their ancestors were powerful hunters, and they believe their ancestors' souls transformed into all sorts of spirits such as jackals, tigers, leopards, snakes, insects, eagles, birds, fish, and monkeys...
Shouldn't races with fangs worship powerful predators?
Shouldn't hunting like a wild animal be the instinct of carnivores?
Are mortals beasts or sheep that graze?
Either is acceptable.
Perhaps nomads cannot understand farming, hunters look down on animal husbandry, pirates mock the Black Iron dwarves who dig holes in the ground... and goblins prefer to trade glass for gems and ivory from primitive tribes.
The elves' pursuit of the limits of magic and the allure of immortality represent the enduring dream of those who have already benefited from the status quo.
Only when the Burning Legion's hellfire descended upon Azeroth, and the undead plague suddenly broke out from the Dark Portal, did the trolls realize that repeating their primitive, fragmented, and isolated way of life would only lead to their demise.
In particular, foreign invaders will force the trolls to change their habit of using only wooden spears and simple bows and arrows. Their hunters will one day pick up firearms, use scopes, and even learn to use potions, magic, machinery, and energy to defend their dignity!
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Lorraine isn't very tall, but riding on Azalan's head, she could see quite a distance...
The eccentric troll village chief, boosting morale, stood almost eye to eye with Lorraine, their mindsets completely different. Lorraine remained calm, even somewhat regretful; the necromancer didn't want to kill a potential ally of the tribe.
These villagers are really weak... Their spirit of being ready to die and the whole village mobilized is impressive, but it's just like an egg hitting a rock, and a pointless suicide attempt.
Lorraine observed the suicidal behavior of the troll village with an air of superiority, as if looking down on ants...
"It's all that old guy spouting nonsense, talking about demons. I'm the undead! The real army of the dead."
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Lorraine rode on the Death Knight's neck, acting all high and mighty, and complained of back pain while sitting and talking...
The old troll village chief opposite him was filled with fear, his mind filled with images of the three death knights beside Lorraine, and he recalled many prophecies.
The troll chieftain, village head, and shaman are usually different people...
The old, weak, sick, and disabled in Troll Village are the last remaining members of the Shattered Spear Troll tribe. The old village chief holds multiple positions and knows almost no witchcraft. The only thing they still retain is the witchcraft divination to communicate with the spirits of their ancestors and the spirits of nature.
Ever since the outsiders came to the village and committed the bloodshed, the old village chief has been divining the future of his people...
It also saw some visions, including the figure of a death knight riding a hellfire steed, its body wreathed in hellfire. It seemed to foresee the end of its people. The Barrens were full of dangers, but true undead creatures had only ever appeared in the territory of the quilboars in Razorfen Downs...
Hidden on the edge of the rift valley, the troll village had lived in peace for many years. Relying on the underground river and nearby lakes and vegetation, the people of the troll village truly lived a life of singing and dancing, self-sufficiency, and tranquility.
"The dark trolls have desecrated the holy waters of Moonspring; the banished have returned with demons... They no longer acknowledge the faith of their ancestors; the druids have stolen the power of all spirits; they call themselves the Beast Gods; the true descendants of the Moon God have banished the prophets and the Holy Spirit. We are burdened with sin, we loathe war. Is darkness a blessing or a curse, Night Children..."
The village chief seemed mentally unstable; he only remembered the long years of the dark trolls' division, and how the night elves, those who desecrated the Moon Spring, had become spirits of nature...