The tidal bay is backed by dangerous peaks and has deep water with no reefs. It is a natural haven.
The Darkspear trolls built a huge altar on the shore to worship Feralas, the Lord of Tides.
Before dawn, Lockhan led the palace guards to arrive in advance. Their duty was to arrange the scene and escort the tributes.
The so-called tributes were mainly various kinds of blood food. Fresh souls were the favorite of the Lord of Tides. Groups of Dark Spear tribesmen tied with ropes were driven to the beach. Most of them were strong young men and women. They needed to be at the beach.
Take off your clothes, cleanse your body with sea water, and apply delicious spices.
The blood food offered this time included thousands of Darkspear tribesmen, as well as a considerable number of foreign races, such as Zandalar trolls, tauren, dwarves, centaurs, and even humans. Lorkhan carried out the order meticulously.
The laws of the Darkspear tribe are extremely cruel. If you are not careful, you will violate the criminal law and become the blood food of the Tide Lord.
Of course, the rulers headed by Chief Senjin described it as a kind of glory, claiming that they served the Lord of the Tide with their flesh and blood, and could wash away their sins, their souls were redeemed, and they would obtain eternal life in the Kingdom of God.
Among the Darkspear tribe, the most cruel punishment is to chop it into pieces and feed it to the dirty swamp hydra. It is said that the soul will sink to the bottom of the swamp, where it will never be saved in darkness and decay.
The Lord of Tides is not a Loa, but the Senjin family worships it in the same way as Loa. With Loa's ignorance and stubborn understanding, superstitious devouring souls is the only way to become stronger.
Some Loa gods are hundreds of years old, some live for countless years, and have devoured countless souls.
But inevitably, he was often defeated by the great mage who had studied magic for decades, and all his savings were taken away. Unfortunately, Loa never doubted that his method was wrong.
Dozens of young priests walked up to the altar, preparing for a ceremony to communicate with the Lord of Tides.
As usual, they had to go through a strict body search before going up to the altar. The Senjin family's chieftainship was obtained by relying on a dark scroll, and they did not want to make the same mistake.
It was a young priest's turn to be searched. His expression was extremely nervous, and sweat was flowing down his sharp fangs.
Lockhan frowned slightly, thinking that the psychological quality of the man sent by Wojin was not up to par. He walked up to search him personally, but naturally nothing was found. He patted the young troll on the shoulder and reminded:
"Today is a big day for our Darkspear tribe, so you can't relax."
The young priest looked pale and nodded unnaturally.
Everything was ready, and when it was close to noon, more than twenty fish-man nobles came first, all arrogant and arrogant, standing guard around the altar.
Then, Chief Sen'jin came to Tidal Bay surrounded by a large group of elite guards, and beside him was the high priest who followed suit.
When the time came, Chief Sen'jin lay comfortably under the parasol, with a troll girl beside him serving delicious roasted panda meat. Sen'jin tasted the fine wine and food, and waved his hand to give orders.
The elderly high priest stepped onto the altar step by step with the support of many priests.
The high priest raised his withered hands and muttered obscure incantations. The magic circle on the top of the altar lit up. Then, a large mass of fog surged up in the tidal bay, covering the sea and sky. The sea water rippled and the waves rolled. In the fog,
A huge figure gradually emerged from the water, it was a fearful fish-man.
The doubts in Lockhan's mind flashed away. He had participated in several sacrifices, and every time the Lord of Tides showed up directly to enjoy the blood food offerings, he had never seen the mist appear.
Seeing that there was nothing unusual about Chief Sen'jin and the high priest, Lockhan could only attribute it to his own lack of knowledge.
The familiar voice of the Tide Lord sounded within the mist:
"Warchief Senjin, I am very satisfied with your sacrifice. We fishmen are willing to fulfill the ancient covenant. The Echo Islands will be the burial place of the orcs, and their flesh and blood will become the food of us fishmen."
Next came Lorkhan's work. He led his guards to drive away the numerous blood eater, and lined up in front of the terrifying mouth. Every time the Tide Lord took a breath, he would swallow dozens of blood eater.
There was no resistance or cry, the numb blood-eaters walked toward death indifferently.
Seeing all this, Lockhan suddenly had a feeling. He seemed to see 300,000 Darkspear Trolls gradually walking towards the maw of the Burning Legion. The tortured Blood Eaters were already numb, so what happened to the Darkspear Trolls?
no?
The sound of chewing came from the mist. Every time he swallowed blood, the Tide Lord would spit out a large pile of bones. These bones were specially processed and later became materials for building altars.
The high altar is made of countless dead bones.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
At the top of the altar, the young priest who Lockhan personally searched suddenly spat out a green bead. The bead shattered and turned into a violent alcoholic creature. Under the guidance of special magic, it screamed and flew towards the mouth of Feralas.
"For the great Chief Sen'jin, long live the Darkspear Trolls."
The young priest shouted loudly, and then exploded with a "bang" sound. Under the influence of magic, the scattered flesh and blood burned away quickly without leaving any traces. This was to prevent being tortured by dark magic after death.
Everyone at the scene was stunned. The high priest looked around blankly, at a loss.
Soon, an earth-shattering cry came from the mist, and a huge fish-man shadow was seen leaping high, rushing towards the depths of the ocean, causing a straight wave.
A large ship happened to pass by and was smashed to pieces.
Lorkhan let out a sigh of relief. He finally succeeded. As expected, Feralas, the Lord of Tides, went crazy as rumored.
Spirits are Feralas's weakness. A long time ago, the humans of Kul Tiras knew how to prepare large barrels of spirits on ships to prevent Feralas from attacking, and they have proven successful every time.
Chen. The spirit brewed from Storm Spirit is hundreds of times more powerful than spirits.
A crazy murloc will soon lose its mind and be eaten by other powerful sea creatures.
Chief Senjin stood up tremblingly. He looked around in panic and asked:
"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"
"Master Chief, there is a spy who destroyed the sacrifice. It is the wine spirit from Pandaria, the nemesis of Feralas, the Lord of Tides. I heard that there are only a handful of pandaren who can brew the wine spirit."
A well-informed minister explained anxiously.
"What should I do? Where will the Darkspear tribe go?"
Chief Senjin's face was covered with wrinkles and he looked even older. He lowered his head feebly, then suddenly raised his head violently, a pair of eyes flashed with a terrifying glare, and Lockhan in the distance felt as if his heart was about to stop beating.
"Kill those murlocs." Chief Senjin pointed at the dozens of dumbfounded murloc nobles beside the altar, and ordered loudly. At this moment, Senjin showed his true character as a hero, without any hesitation:
"We, Senjin, declare once again that from today on, the Dark Spear Tribe and the Murlocs will enter a state of war and will fight to the death."
Lockhan secretly admired him. He was worthy of being the chief of Sen'jin. He accepted the reality so quickly and chose the appropriate response method. Feralas, the Lord of Tides, went crazy. Without this great supporter, the murlocs of the Echo Islands were insignificant.
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The Darkspear tribe was saved, and Sen'jin had no choice but to turn to the orcs for help. Vol'jin's plan came true.
Lockhan felt proud and commanded his guards to kill the fishman nobles beside the altar, quickly chopping them into pieces. (To be continued)