Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Seven: Reaper Bwonsamdi III
Ten thousand years ago in Azeroth, the human race had not yet risen and was in its infancy.
Robbie didn't want to implicate the humans of Azeroth, so the upper elf of Azshara made a set of orc disguises. It was more advanced and realistic than the previous disguise, with almost no flaws.
The so-called Messenger of the Moon is just an excuse, and the meeting with Emperor Achilles of Zandalari is just a formality. The night elves have long understood the barbaric customs of the trolls and have already prepared countermeasures.
But Robbie decided to use his own method.
Malfurion and Ronin met an orc. They had doubts about Robbie's identity, but they did not dare to stand up and correct him because of the precedent of the god envoy Brox.
When Robbie's disguised orc grinned at them, Malfurion and Ronin were frightened to death.
"He discovered us." Malfurion said anxiously: "What should we do?"
Luo Ning analyzed in surprise: "Although the divine messenger Brox is savage and unreasonable, he does not understand magic. Is this a higher-level divine messenger than Brox?"
Malfurion quickly understood and said anxiously: "What do you mean, this divine envoy does not even know about Tyrande's existence? That's why we didn't know about his arrival."
Luo Ning nodded cautiously and said uneasily:
"I know the details about Brox. He is an orc from ten thousand years in the future like me, but I don't know anything about this strange orc. Yes, he must be the envoy of the moon god. Why is the moon god Elune
Do you value orcs so much?"
Malfurion didn't understand either and could only sigh: "I don't know how this divine envoy can deal with the barbaric customs of the trolls."
Luo Ning lowered his head and thought carefully: "Since he is the messenger of the Moon God and his magic is so powerful, he must have a way to deal with it."
For an omnipotent god, walking on a fire, gouging out eyes, filling ears with lead water, and even being torn into pieces and eaten by humans can all be accomplished using magic.
Seeing that the "Divine Envoy" ignored them, Malfurion and Luo Ning relaxed a little and planned to wait and see for a while.
Robby held his battle ax and strode into the troll's palace.
Several Zandalari troll guards stopped Robbie, and the captain of the guard said rudely: "Master Envoy, please leave your weapons. Weapons are not allowed in the Zandalari palace."
Robbie sneered: "I heard that Emperor Achilles is a troll warrior, but it seems like nothing more than that. If he is really afraid, then I will leave the weapon and tell your emperor that I
You want to know if he is as brave as the legend says."
The captain of the guard was stunned for a moment and quickly reported to the emperor. Not long after, the emperor issued an order allowing the envoys to bring weapons to the temple.
Under the guidance of the captain of the guard, Robbie entered the main hall of the palace.
The Zandalari Trolls were very pompous. They had to pass through nine halls to see the emperor. A corridor was built in the center of the first hall. After being hollowed out, it was filled with red charcoal fire, forming a flame passage.
The captain of the guard said in a cadence: "Only true warriors are qualified to meet the emperor. Lord God Envoy, please prove your courage and walk through this burning charcoal fire."
Robbie smiled slightly: "Simple."
Robbie stretched out his right hand, and the holy light condensed into a long rope, tying the captain of the guard and all the guards together. Robbie spread them all on the charcoal fire, and then walked over them calmly, bursts of misery
The shout echoed in the hall.
Although the troll's recovery ability was strong, it soon became silent in this fiery carbon fire.
"It seems you are not much of a warrior either?"
Robbie picked up his battle ax and strode into the second hall.
"A bold, disrespectful maniac who dares to harm the great Zandalar Empire."
A large group of elite Zandalar guards rushed out, all wearing exquisite armor, holding various blood-stained weapons in their hands, and wearing bright feathers on their heads.
It's a pity that the strength of today's trolls is far different from that of Azshara's highborne.
Robbie stretched his right hand forward, and bright holy light lit up in his hand, performing Holy Light Explosion.
All the elite Zandalari guards exploded and turned into piles of flesh and blood. The ground was covered with stumps and blood flowed into rivers, staining the ground red with blood.
Robbie clapped his hands, straightened his collar, and walked inside calmly.
In the innermost imperial hall, Emperor Achilles was leaning on the throne, tilting his head and thinking about something.
He is the great god king Achilles, who can suppress many Loa gods, but unfortunately he cannot change the traditions of the trolls. Under the pressure of these priests, even the messengers of the Moon God must abide by the trolls.
of rules.
Achilles was thinking, fortunately, he was an orc. What would happen if he were the upper elf of Azshara?
"Something bad happened, the messenger of the Moon God broke into the palace." An attendant ran into the palace with disheveled hair.
At this moment, hundreds of priests of the Loa god gathered in the palace, waiting to welcome the messenger of the Moon God. A priest quickly asked:
"Where are the guards? Why didn't you stop the envoy?"
"Dead, all dead. The envoy just waved his hand and all the guards were blown to pieces. It's so tragic."
The attendant said anxiously, his face full of fear.
Achilles looked at these priests with cold eyes. They were a bunch of stupid guys who only followed ancient precepts. They must have learned a lesson now. He stood up and said loudly on purpose:
"Everyone, the dignity of the Zandalar Empire has been challenged. I hope you can lend a helping hand for the glory of the empire."
The priests were all dumbfounded. Even though they usually talked about the dignity of their ancestors, their stubbornness and persistence made even the cruel and murderous Emperor Achilles helpless.
But when it came time to face a powerful enemy and need to uphold the ancestral precepts, everything was out of order.
The priests know their own gods too well. When faced with those weaker than themselves, the gods are willing to take action and harvest the souls of others.
Once they encounter a hard nut to crack, they retreat faster than anyone else. This is a natural choice. The flesh-and-blood Loa gods have long since fallen in war after war, and those who survive are all old cunning ones.
One of the priests said: "Dear Emperor Achilles, the messenger of the Moon God comes with sincerity, I think we can make an exception."
"Yes, the friendship of the Moon God is related to the future of our troll clan." Immediately, a priest saw the direction of the wind clearly and said with a bright future: "The noble God of Harvest has given me enlightenment. This Lord Envoy is ours.
Savior, there is no need to adhere to the pedantic ancient precepts."
"Yes, yes." The priests all agreed: "God's envoy is extremely noble, so we must make an exception for him."
Achilles was so angry that he almost jumped up, saying that you are the ones who abide by the ancient precepts, and you are the ones who make exceptions.
The Loa protects the trolls, but at the same time it also limits the future of the trolls.
"In this case, I will lead you all to personally greet the divine envoy and show our clan's sincerity." Achilles said coldly.
"As it should be." The priests nodded in agreement.
Looking at the tall Emperor Achilles and the many Zandalar priests with false smiles, Robbie thought to himself:
"As I know, the trolls really bully the weak and fear the strong. When dealing with this kind of barbaric race, the more polite you are to them, the more the other side will push forward." (To be continued)