The number of loa is directly proportional to the number of trolls.
Before the explosion of the Well of Eternity, the trolls of the Zandalari Empire were spread all over the world. Although they lost to the night elves and have been suppressed, they are the most numerous intelligent race in the world of Azeroth.
There were hundreds of priests present, each representing a mysterious Loa god.
The fierce gaze of the troll emperor Achilles swept across the eyes of these priests, filled with murderous intent. The priests did not dare to neglect and hurriedly prayed to their gods.
Different gods have completely different ways of praying.
Some priests used knives to cut bloody wounds on their arms. Some took special herbs, bleeding from their mouths and noses, and entered a state of muttering and semi-madness. Some took out a brazier and put their hands into the red pot.
They were smoked in charcoal fire, and some even cut off a section of their arm as a sacrifice.
For example, some dancing, disheveled hair, and shouting are considered normal.
Achilles tilted his head and looked away. He was used to the weird customs of these priests. Many priests died every year because of serving the gods. Achilles looked down on them, but because the trolls had
The belief in the Loa gods for generations has formed a deep-rooted concept, and he has to abide by this barbaric and bloody custom.
The smell of blood soon filled the entire palace. The gorgeous carpet was soaked with blood, and there were unknown fingers, skin, hair, fangs, etc. of the priest. Achilles looked at his carpet with distress and could only
Choose to endure silently.
Finally, after a priest cut off his ears, his eyes suddenly became bright and bright, like blazing torches. His fangs radiated bloody light, and the shadow of a red worm appeared on his head, and he read loudly:
:
"I saw it. The terrifying eye of death showed me the future. Countless fires were coming from the sky. The troll's palace was burning in raging fire. The earth was cracking. Waves were coming like mountain peaks..."
Seeing Achilles's face darken and his eyes full of murderous intent, the priest was shocked and quickly changed his words:
"The great Zandalar Empire was reborn in the flames, and the ancient palace had to be burned down. Our emperor became the king of the world of Azeroth. He needed to build a more magnificent palace to be worthy of his noble status."
Achilles nodded with satisfaction. He recognized that this was a desert troll, and the god he believed in was the death worm Morka, commonly known as the Eye of Death, a death worm that likes to swallow trolls alive.
Witnessing the example of the Eye of Death priest, all the priests understood in their hearts and saw the direction of the wind clearly. Compared to the terrifying Emperor Achilles, the terrifying Loa god could only be regarded as a biting rabbit.
More and more priests are enlightened, and the oracles of the Loa gods are unexpectedly consistent, supporting the alliance between Emperor Achilles and the rebels on Mount Hyjal. The future is extremely bright, and the Emperor's achievements are unparalleled in ancient and modern times.
, the Zandalar Empire is about to usher in its greatest glory.
Achilles smiled. This was exactly the result he wanted. With the unanimous support of the Loa gods, what he did represented the will of the gods, and no troll dared to oppose it.
Slowly stood up, Achilles' tall body was like an iron tower, and he shouted loudly:
"The gods have given us enlightenment. Our cause is just. The night elves are bound to end because of their division. We must seize this rare opportunity to eliminate the shameful traitor night elves and spread the Zandalari Empire's subjects.
Azeroth."
All the troll priests cheered together, cheering for the great troll emperor's wise decision.
Krasus, the red dragon in human form, led the way through the winding cave, and Luo Ning followed carefully.
Shortly after the rebellion on Mount Hyjal, a red dragonling brought a letter to Krasus.
There was only a red dragon scale in the letter. Crassus pinched this scale with a fiery aura and felt the aura that blended with his own flesh and blood. He recalled many past events in an instant.
Krasus took Ronin with him, and they needed to rush to a place called the Dragon King's Secret Chamber. The Dragon King's Secret Chamber is a giant cave. The dragon people call it the Dragon King's Secret Chamber, because this is where the dragons discuss important matters.
Except for the five Dragon Kings, no one knows the true location of the Dragon King's Secret Chamber. Generally, the five Dragon Kings arrive here first and then open the five portals in the center of the secret chamber, leading to the gathering places of the five dragon clans.
Most green dragons live in the Emerald Dream, so there must be a portal opening in the Emerald Dream. Krasus and Ronin passed through the portal in the Emerald Dream and entered a cave.
This is not the Dragon King's secret chamber, but a cave in the nearby area, a resting place, and sometimes a cell for prisoners. Crassus looked at the familiar cave and saw a giant red dragon.
An elegant red dragon, with a streamlined body that is toned yet slender and full of vitality. No words in the world can describe his beauty and strength.
Cleostrasz, the youngest companion of the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, a rare magical genius among the dragons, is also the Krasus of ten thousand years ago.
"Hi, have you received your scales? I think you should remember that you have been here." Cleostraz greeted him elegantly and looked at himself ten thousand years later.
Krasus shook his head and said doubtfully:
"The scales remind me of some past events, such as this cave, but many things have been forgotten. The mists of time obscure our memories. Time is not linear. The future is full of variables. I think you should understand that."
"Let's leave the puzzle of time to the bronze dragon to solve. This is not our domain." Cleostraz was a little impatient. After all, he was 10,000 years younger, his temperament had not been polished, and he could not calm down.
Cleostraz glanced at Krasus and Luo Bing, and said calmly: "You and your human friends are waiting here. All the dragons are gathered in the Dragon King's secret room to discuss a major matter. Don't get me wrong.
This is not a slight to you, you need to attack when necessary and play the decisive trump card."
Krasus nodded: "Understood, we are waiting here."
Cleostraz shook his huge dragon body and left. Krasus had a complex expression and fell into deep confusion at the same time. He said deeply: "Luo Ning, I believe you should be able to guess that the dragon clan discussed
content."
"Demon's Souls."
Luo Ning whispered.
The Demon's Soul is an artifact created by the Black Dragon King Deathwing by merging the power of demons and the power of the Aspect Dragon. It has a huge ability to restrict the dragons. Malfurion used it to destroy the Well of Eternity and put an end to Aesir.
It brought about the rule of the Queen, but it also led to the collapse of the earth. Luo Ning was the terminator of this artifact.
At this moment, Luo Ning has already doubted the ten thousand years of history. He can understand Krasus. After all, the Demon Soul has brought huge disasters to the Red Dragon clan, although Luo Ning is not sure about the real reason behind this.
Krasus smiled sarcastically: "I have a hunch that our testimony and decision may be related to the birth of this artifact. Luo Ning, you know the harm and benefits of this artifact, how should you choose?