31. The coming of the snatchers---for the nastumekami brothers [5/10]
Trolls' beliefs are very strange.
In the beginning, the era when the trolls were just born with wisdom was a barbaric era. The power possessed by the trolls was simply not worth mentioning to the world at that time. However, in the wild land, there were many, many monsters.
Incredibly powerful creatures.
The first generation of trolls called those powerful creatures "gods" in awe, and the pronunciation of god in troll language is "Loa".
As time went by, the trolls began to explore and understand the entire world, and they encountered more and more powerful creatures, and the number of Loa gods they believed in also increased.
If the trolls' beliefs were listed in a chart, it would be a very cumbersome picture. The trolls' beliefs also gave those powerful creatures special abilities. Even if the bodies are lost in time, the souls of those creatures will also
Live forever in the troll's faith, and then look for opportunities to resurrect again, or be reincarnated.
In this special system, the life and death of the Loa does not depend on time, but on the number of believers. In fact, many Loa will truly die after being forgotten by the trolls in time.
The God of Bats, Night Lord Sirik, this huge and strange vampire bat is the longest-lived among the Loa gods. The reason why its followers continue to flow from generation to generation is because Sirik himself is
Has great strength and special abilities.
Night Lord Sirik can grant his followers the ability to move quickly in the dark, and even the ability to draw blood, which is very similar to Sarain's, as well as fire. Although it is difficult to understand why a big bat has the ability to control fire, and
The high priests of Cyric, after gaining the love of the blood lord, can also have the ability to transform into bats.
Speaking of which, this is very similar to the druids of the night elves. They also believe in beast gods and have the ability to transform into beasts. However, relatively speaking, the demigods of the wilderness that the druids believe in are more powerful than the trolls.
The loa are generally much stronger.
"How ugly!"
When Tyrion appeared on the Bat Altar in Zul'Gurub, the battle between the blood lords was already over. On top of the blood and bones of the sacrificed trolls, there was a head that was tightly imprisoned by blood magic.
A giant bat with a body length of nearly 5 meters and wings spread of at least 7 meters. Its body is covered with dark red spots. It has sharp claws, a large nostril similar to a pig's nose, and sharp fangs in its mouth.
The Dark Blade King looked at the frantically struggling vampire bat in front of him. From those black eyes, he could see the light of wisdom. Obviously, this bat had its own mind and soul.
"This is not Sirik."
The Blood Mistress walked to her husband with a gloomy look on her face. She looked at the ugly bat, and then at Yeklik who was lying on the side shivering. She said softly:
"Perhaps the Night Lord sensed danger, or maybe the idiot was not loved enough by him. In short, Sirik influenced the priest's summons, but only sent its descendants instead of showing up in person."
"This is the Son of Midnight, a true vampire bat with the sacred blood of Sirik. In previous summons, we have rarely seen the Son of Midnight coming. It itself is the incarnation of Sirik's will."
When Tyrion turned his suspicious eyes, Yeklik, whose will had collapsed due to the torture of the blood mage, almost knelt on the ground with all his body prostrated, and tremblingly defended:
"The Night Lord is very cunning, and the number of sacrifices is not enough. In this case, it is difficult to summon its entity... This is not my fault! This is really not my fault! Please, please let me go.
"
"What do you think?"
Tyrion turned his eyes to Myra beside him, who rubbed his chin, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"Maybe there are really strong-willed warriors who can persevere under the torture of Severn's blood boiling technique, but there is no doubt that the troll lady in front of me is definitely not one of those warriors, so I believe what she says,
This time we are just unlucky, and Severn and Autumn also said that a trace of Sirik's original blood can be extracted from this midnight child."
The Blood Lord shrugged:
"Just like we extract the blood of demigods from the arakkoa, for Sarain, with just one drop of blood, we can deduce how Sirik uses the blood and how it gives the vampire bat the ability
Believers’ method, in short, the dilemma of the blood servant transformation of Sarain will be solved soon.”
"As soon as possible!"
Tyrion moved his wrist, glanced at Yeklik who dared not raise his head and was shivering, and asked softly:
"Bwonsamdi needs new priests, and you look like a good fit..."
Yekrik raised her head suddenly, and the moment she saw Tyrion's cold eyes, she quickly lowered her head. She suppressed the fear in her heart and said tremblingly:
"Of course, I will serve Bwonsamdi sincerely...I swear."
Yeklik finished speaking, but received no response. After more than ten seconds, she secretly raised her head. In front of her eyes was only a dead mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but there were no traces of the blood lords anymore.
Even the imprisoned Son of Midnight disappeared without a trace.
After realizing that she survived, Yeklik weakly leaned on the stone tablet behind her, and two lines of tears fell from her eyes. They were the joy of escaping from death, and the joy of surviving the disaster. Of course,
There is also a hint of fear of Loa betraying his faith.
After personally leading the children of the Night Lords into the trap of the Blood Lords, Ye'krik had no choice but to follow his new god Bwonsamdi all the way to the dark side.
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"Sekhar is dead! Marro is about to die, and Venosis and Yaro have run away. Those two despicable bastards betrayed Loa's love and fled, abandoning their city and people."
Blood Lord Mandokir, whose armor was stained with green "blood", stood on the tall altar in the center of Zul'Gurub. Behind him, two-thirds of the ring city built around the central altar had fallen.
What's worse is that because of the previous wave of bombings, many elite Gurubashi Troll soldiers did not even break out of the camp and died in the explosion flames falling from the sky.
Trolls do have the ability to regenerate their severed limbs, but in the face of cluster attacks from enhanced alchemy bombs, not every troll has the opportunity to regenerate their severed limbs.
"Kindoo, what exactly are you going to do?"
The Blood Lord stared at the magician Jindu with his hands raised on the altar in front of him. The latter's side was already covered with corpses of trolls. Those believers who followed him did not die at the hands of forest elves or undead, but
More than 200 trolls died under the sorcerer's sacrifice around the central altar. Their blood followed the voodoo circle carved on the ground and gathered little by little in the center of the circle.
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And in that magic circle, there was a strange egg.
It is as tall as a person, and the eggshell is covered with gray-blue spots. It looks like a fossil, but even the powerful warrior Mandokir, who knows nothing about witchcraft, can feel that the egg is active and twisted.
It is soaked in warm blood, as if it has its own heartbeat. Between every beat, a bright red halo wraps around the surface of the egg.
The dark power of witchcraft jumped in the hands of the sorcerer Jindu. After all the blood was absorbed by the egg, he took down a simple jar from the altar next to it, this one with black and white
The sorcerer in the wooden mask answered his old friend's question with a strange voice.
"It doesn't matter, let them run, we don't need them anymore."
Jindu slowly opened the jar, took out the ashes soaked in dark magic power, and sprinkled them evenly on the egg in front of him that was completely enveloped in blood-colored light.
Those black ashes fell in large numbers, and Mandokir, who witnessed this strange ceremony, could even hear screams that penetrated his soul, like a beast trapped in a cage, roaring for freedom.
Eager to break out of the cage and eat alive every living thing around him.
The unabashed malice made the Blood Lord take a few steps back. He watched the magician scatter the last handful of ashes into the sky, and the ominous premonition in his heart grew more and more. He walked quickly to his raptor.
Next to Ogen, he jumped on the Velociraptor. He looked back at Jindu who was muttering to the blood-red snake egg. The Blood Lord shook his head. Amidst the scream of the Velociraptor, he turned around and quickly left the altar.
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"Everyone is afraid of your power."
Jindu looked at the blood-red snake eggs in front of him. He stretched out his hand and stroked the warm snake eggs with an obsessed look:
"But I'm not afraid. I have grown up listening to your stories since I was a child. Blood God, Soul Reaver, what a beautiful name, what a brilliant power. I know that I was born with a certain mission, and now,
I will fulfill my destiny...I will give you true freedom, the Loa are cowards, but even they fear you..."
"It's time!"
Jindu brushed his fingers across his waist and held a twisted ceremonial dagger in his hand. He held the dagger behind his back with both hands, and after taking a breath, he stabbed it fiercely into his heart.
The severe pain made Jindu's body tremble. He collapsed on the snake egg in front of him. The blood spurted from his heart was smeared on the snake egg. The strange snake egg looked like some kind of greedy creature.
Like a monster, it frantically sucked Jindu's blood, and then with a crisp sound, the eggshell of the snake egg was shattered by the force bursting from the inside.
Jindu's lifeless body was also completely torn apart by this explosive force. It was the light of blood, just like the purest blood light. In an explosive gesture, those blood-red lights erupted from the central altar.
Shooting like an arrow of light across the entire Zul'Gurub.
Whether it was a frightened troll or a forest elf, their bodies began to melt and decompose rapidly, as if they were infected by some terrible poison.
The halo shot straight into the sky, and with a sharp roar, even the moon in the night of Stranglethorn Valley was completely dyed red with blood. Under the reflection of the blood moon, a huge and twisted figure was also standing there.
Slowly rising from the altar in the center of Zul'Gurub.
It was a huge wind snake. When its body straightened up, its upper body alone was over 7 meters tall. Its whole body was covered with bright red skin. Its lower body was coiled like a snake, while its upper body was twisted.
The humanoid figure has no arms, replaced by black, sharp, and huge claws, and its head is a snake head with a crown of blood-red feathers, which looks so ferocious.
In the reflection of the blood moon behind him, three pairs of bright wings covered with gorgeous feathers spread out behind the Soul Reaver. It looked up to the sky and roared, and in that scream representing freedom, it enveloped the entire Zul'Gurub.
The bright red light suddenly shrank, and in front of the revived Haka, on the platform covered with bright red light, the souls that had been forcibly extracted stood sluggishly in front of Haka.
And at the forefront of those souls is Jindu, whose whole body is shrouded in dark power... Jindu in the soul body, he dedicated everything to Haka, even his own life. After the return of the Soul Reaver, he will also
Get your own gift.
"Hold it!"
Haka made a sound of interference. On its chest, three pairs of purple bone spurs were intertwined on the flesh and blood. Under the protection of the bone spurs, there was a purple gem embedded in the flesh and blood of the Soul Reaver. It was irregular, but
Every time it shines, the souls in front of you will tremble.
During the surge of Haka's power, the forcibly extracted souls were kneaded together and stuffed into Jindu's soul in a rough way. The sorcerer's soul absorbed this forbidden power.
, even his soul body has changed.
He became bigger and bigger, and with every move he made, he gained a power that could make his soul tremble. This was the gift he longed for.
"This power is so powerful, I will serve you loyally...I will defeat all opponents for you!"
Jindu was suspended above the platform. He spread his hands and shouted his belief in Haka. However, at the moment when the soul infusion ceremony was completed, at the moment when Jindu enjoyed the powerful power, a handful of
The crescent-shaped sword flew out of the darkness with a roar. As the blade buzzed, the sharp blade pierced Jindu's soul and body, nailing him to the ground.
"No! No, my power, no!"
Jindu's soul was being bitten crazily. That sword, that greedy and bad-tempered magic sword, seemed to have found a new toy. It used a cruel way to break apart Jindu's soul, and then
In front of Hakkar, he swallowed its most loyal priest in one mouthful, and bit the soul until it rattled amidst Jindu's screams.
It's like the most direct provocation.
Tyrion walked from the darkness onto the central altar of Zul'Gurub, and behind him, the blood lords also drank some strange colorful liquids in the shadows, and then followed their leader to Hakkar.
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"Its feathers are so beautiful!"
Alleria held the red war bow and said to Tyrion:
"It would look great to decorate a hat with its feathers."
"Buzz"
Tyrion casually pulled out the magic sword stuck on the ground. He looked at the Soul Reaver in front of him, and finally focused on the purple gem on the Soul Reaver's chest. He said softly:
"Of course, I will always get whatever you like for you..."
