ebookland Chapter 610 Troll Village
Chapter 610 Troll Village
Trolls are an ancient and mysterious race...
Once the world's overlord, they defeated the Zerg Empire, monopolized the ancient continent of Azeroth, and established various glorious civilizations.
Even today, in high mountains, snowfields, grasslands, and jungles, one can still see enormous stone cities built by mysterious forces. Trolls, as the name suggests, are devilish creatures of enormous size.
Actually, this is a derogatory term used in relation to humans.
The humans of the Arathi tribe are descendants of the corrupted and degenerated Vrykul, weakened by a curse, but that is in contrast to the steel and iron immortal Titan creations...
The descendants of the stone men, having gained flesh and blood, lost their long lifespans and powerful bodies.
In return, they gained wisdom and a flexible physical body.
The descendants of the Vrykul will soon be dealing with the ubiquitous trolls, attacking each other and vying for living space.
Trolls have always been one of humanity's earliest threats, a fact evident from the fact that the King of Arathor was known as the Troll Slayer, a title that continues to this day, with the Thorbaine family of Stromgarde maintaining this honor...
Furthermore, the humans of Azeroth are only relatively weak; dwarves and gnomes can actually be over 1.7 meters and 1.5 meters tall, respectively. Among the so-called weak human males, 2 meters tall is considered a common height for human warriors...
Of course, these human men and women, who are not actually fragile, appear rather small in size compared to the trolls.
Troll males and females always have hunched backs and bent waists.
Living by hunting...
If they stood upright, even a few of them would be colossal figures, three or four meters tall. Before the orcs and ogres descended upon Azeroth, ogres were more like dwarf giants. The trolls of today truly deserve the title of ogre.
In the records of some ethnic groups, trolls are described as savage, primitive, and cannibalistic beings.
Not only do they hunt and kill humans, they even kill each other, eat their own kind, kill their own kind as sacrifices, and hold so-called ancient traditional ceremonies to worship gods like the original Loa spirits.
This is probably a stereotypical view of humanity and the outside world...
Forest trolls, desert trolls, ice trolls, jungle trolls, island trolls, and dark trolls are actually quite different.
Countless years ago, they were related by blood... Ever since the Zerg, nurtured by the Old Gods, were defeated by the Trolls during the Dark Empire era, they each occupied different regions and formed different tribes.
Different tribes also attacked each other, not only because of different beliefs, but also because of conflicts of interest and culture.
Defining a group based on its long-standing traditions is not a very rigorous approach.
Of course, the key to maintaining ethnic identity lies precisely in some seemingly incredible cultural practices and customs.
In Lorraine's understanding, trolls were very tall, like enlarged goblins, giants among goblins, while retaining strange, enormous saber-toothed tiger-like teeth...
"Big Tooth" is a perfectly reasonable nickname based entirely on his appearance...
If you look closely, you'll see that troll teeth are like fingerprints; each troll's teeth are different. In addition to teeth, they also have jewelry and tattoos to identify different tribes.
For a young human mage apprentice from Moonbrook, who had never seen so many trolls before in Lorraine, trolls all seemed to look pretty much the same...
Just like Chen the Pandaren, Lorraine only noticed that the Brewmaster was furry and clearly black and white; he didn't pay attention to the subtle differences, and he didn't even notice whether the Pandaren had tails or not...
This is perfectly normal. As the undead are described as ugly, probably only Lorraine could recognize the undead girl priestess Lilith in the crowd. The undead, who are evil in the eyes of humans, have lost their human appearance and cannot be distinguished from their appearance in life.
Sometimes, even when relatives are transformed into undead creatures, they cannot recognize the appearance of their deceased loved ones.
One of the Lich King's sins was to make the living fight each other to the death, turning the living into puppets. The evil of the undead seeped into the very marrow of humanity, creating an endless struggle between the living and the resurrected dead.
No matter what Lorraine does, it won't change the fact that the undead are considered evil creatures...
It's not just humans who think this way; intelligent species consider the dead to be their enemies, as long as they are living beings.
Trolls are no exception!
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As Lorraine slaughtered a variety of wild beasts that couldn't distinguish kings from queens, including unfortunate savannah hunters like lions, crocodiles, or hyenas...
After climbing a relatively high hillside, nestled among cliffs, a village of moderate size came into view in the distance.
Those simple buildings were mainly wooden structures with some thatched roofs.
They were built along the rock face, some hanging high up, and some even appear to have watchtowers...
In my memory, the teacher said that trolls have very special habits. Perhaps their ancestors lived in the tall rainforest, so they have the habit of building wooden houses and suspension bridges at high places... In addition, they are the legendary winged harpies who are used to building nests at high places.
They utilize the terrain to build their nests at higher elevations, primarily for safety and to avoid wild animals and poisonous insects on the ground...
Overall, it still retains a primitive style and rudimentary techniques.
In comparison, the castles and wooden houses built by humans using stone and steel appear more advanced. Human fingers are clearly more dexterous and convenient than the claws and hooves of trolls.
Perhaps the curse of flesh and blood is a blessing in disguise; who can truly say whether it's good or bad in the evolution of life...?
Of course, Lorraine wasn't an adventurer or archaeologist, nor was he a member of the explorers' association of the wealthy dwarf heir, Brian... He was simply passing through with his underlings. But looking up, it seemed the troll village occupied the very mouth of the valley; no matter where you came from, you had to pass through that village to climb the cliff face.
Lorraine finally understood why Old Chen, the Pandaren, had mentioned the Troll Village...
Lorraine stood on the hillside with three death knights, no more than a hundred meters from the village. Behind him, a dark mass of followers, besides the three hundred immortal fire skeleton minions... had grown to include quite a few skeletal beasts. These newly transformed beasts weren't numerous, but they weren't few either, at least close to a hundred...
They are almost all transformed from hyenas and crocodiles.
Encountering living creatures in the valley should have been a joyous occasion, but the constant ambushes from hunters were a real nuisance. With a wave of his hand, Lorraine sent these unfortunate fellows to their doom...
The wild animals living in the valley, hiding among the grass and bushes, have almost never seen anything like the undead...
The foolish hyenas pounced on the skeletal man, flames gently falling from his body. The wicked fire of desire instantly engulfed the hyenas, making them howl in agony... Effortlessly, none escaped. Lorraine had eliminated most of the predators for the herbivores, antelopes, and bison who had come to the water source near the valley...
He wasn't acting out of kindness; he was just doing it on a whim. Any unlucky creature that got too close—a large, slow-moving Kodo Beast—was instantly turned into a skeleton beast.
Lorraine admired the old acquaintance, the Forgotten Saintess, for her skill in transforming messengers using the Necronomicon. Now that he was in good spirits, he could transform ordinary undead beasts with a wave of his hand, requiring almost no magic or necromantic energy.
Of course, vengeful spirits are also indispensable; the amount of necromancy runes accumulating in my right eye is running low lately...
Lorraine hunts all kinds of animals, from crocodiles and cheetahs to hyenas and giraffes.
If he were to encounter the legendary mad druid, the nature conservation organization, or the saints of the Benevolent Society, Lorraine would likely have yet another wanted poster. This is Horde territory; even without a flag, it's still within the sphere of influence of the orcish wolf rider patrols and tauren hunters...
Lorraine was in a hurry to get out, having already wasted a lot of time underground and in the eerie rift, and had even lost Lilith. He was getting really agitated.
"Hopefully, the trolls in village won't cause trouble... I wouldn't mind collecting a few more souls. My minions, I'm hungry..."
The Undead King, riding on Azaran's neck, coldly muttered to himself...
The response to Lorraine was a piercing, long-lasting horn call.
"Woo-er woo-er woo..."
Immediately afterwards, more synchronized drumbeats could be heard coming from the suspended wooden house high above...
"dong dong dong..."
The drumbeats were quite rhythmic. Lorraine seemed to see several trolls, resembling Big Tooth, on a watchtower high above, brandishing spears and axes, gesturing wildly... somersaulting and performing high-difficulty drumming...
Then they started beating drums and blowing horns...
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Thump thump thump... thump thump thump... thump thump!"
"Dustin the dog!"
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