Chapter nine hundred and fortieth: Endless greed three
Fording withdrew the Holy Light, slowly fell back to the camp, and immediately showed a flattering smile.
Eitrigg gave a rare compliment and said to Vol'jin:
"Fording's performance was quite successful. What I'm most worried about is that the shadow of the frost dragon constructed by the Dalaran mage can be hidden from Loa."
Wojin grinned and said confidently:
"Believe me, although the animal Loa is strong, it is just a beast after all. It only focuses on the cultivation of its own strength and does not care about other forms of energy."
Eitrigg touched his fangs and said, "This will put my mind at ease."
After saying that, he took out a sharp dagger and looked at the flesh on Fording's body with great interest.
Most people in Azeroth believe that Fordring defeated the Lich King Arthas at the Light's Hope Chapel, and the Drakkari Frost Trolls are no exception.
When it was learned that the Silver Crusade was an ally of the orcs, and that there was a heaven-defying existence like Tirion Fordring, the entire Darklon Fortress fell into extreme panic.
The governor, Shimpo, strictly enforced military discipline and used terror to restrain the soldiers, preventing panic from spreading further and preventing deserters from appearing. However, he himself was frightened and had already prepared an escape route.
Warlord Shimbo can escape, but Novos cannot.
As the chief priest of the prophet Salonya, his life is tied to the wind snake god Salonya. If something happens to Salonya, the priest will never be able to survive alone.
Novos misses his wife very much and misses her warm chest.
It is easy for a Drakkari frost troll to marry a Mulgorei tauren. The two held a secret wedding and spent countless wonderful nights. Although five months after the marriage, the wife gave birth to a calf.
, the generous Shimpo didn’t care.
Novos's greatest ideal is to spend the rest of his life with his wife and children in Moonglade, but for the Cenarion Circle to accept a troll to settle in Moonglade, more money is needed.
Novos isn't ready yet.
After the night when Fording demonstrated his power, Vol'jin did not take any military action. Although the panic gradually subsided, it could not stop the whispers of the soldiers.
The soldiers all spread the word that the Silver Northern Expedition was fighting the Lich King. As long as he freed his hands, the invincible Tirion Fordring could destroy the Darklon Fortress with just one sword.
Novos sneered at the soldiers' comments and laughed at their ignorance, but he believed that as long as the Silver Crusade joined the battle, all the Loa gods in Zul'Drak would not be a match for Fordring.
The fall of Darklon Fortress is only a matter of time.
So when Woking sent a secret letter containing the residence of Novos' wife and children, and stated that he only wanted to meet Novos once and would never harass his family, Novos immediately agreed.
The place where the two met was the nearby furbolg camp, a neutral place for foreign trade.
In a tent, Wojin and Novos took off their disguises one after another. The confident Wojin took the initiative to greet Novos: "Chief Priest Novos, I'm glad you can come. Don't be nervous. We won't discuss war today."
and military affairs, only discussing the understanding of witchcraft.”
It turned out to be just a private communication between priests.
Novos was slightly disappointed, thinking that Wojin was here to persuade him to surrender. Although Novos could not betray Prophet Salonya, he could gain some benefits for his wife and children.
"The great hero of the tribe, the leader of the Darkspear trolls, Vol'jin, son of Sen'jin, I'm glad to see you. I wonder if I can help you in any way." Novos asked politely.
Wo'jin asked Novos to sit down, pretended to take out paper and quill to record, then put a pair of lenses on his long fangs and asked:
"High Priest Novos, I heard that your family has served Prophet Salonya for generations. It has a deep foundation in the Zul'Drak Empire and has been an extremely prominent family for thousands of years."
Novos raised his head proudly:
"Thanks to the praise, the prophet Salonya chose my ancestors from the dust. My family has been the chief priest for generations. Salonya has given us a wealthy life. We are responsible for conveying the oracle."
Wo'jin took notes carefully and asked again:
"The god of the Darkspear Troll is Boonsamdi, the god of souls. He also has the name Bwonsamdi, so I am particularly interested in the fate of the soul. Did the prophet Salonya tell you that after death, your
Where will the soul go?"
Novos said with a serious expression: "Of course, I will become the servant of Prophet Salonya and serve him forever."
Wo'jin was silent for a while and asked: "Novos, do you know the art of summoning spirits?"
The troll's spirit summoning technique, which is the witchcraft to communicate with the souls of the dead, is the basic skill of being a Loa priest. Novos felt insulted and said rudely:
“Very proficient.”
Wo'jin stroked the glasses on his fangs: "So have you successfully communicated with the souls of your ancestors?"
Novos's face changed with shock and he was silent for a long time.
In private, Novos used the art of summoning spirits to communicate with the souls of his ancestors, but unfortunately, neither his father nor his grandfather responded to his call.
Novos shook his head and pretended to be serious: "I don't want to disturb the peace of my ancestors."
Wo'jin asked seriously:
"The orc shamans of the Shadowmoon Clan are best at communicating with the souls of the ancestors. I have learned a lot from them. If there is a more effective way to communicate with the souls of the ancestors, would you be willing to use it?"
Novos looked at Wo'jin in confusion. Was Wo'jin planning this secret meeting just to teach the orcs the method of communicating with the souls of their ancestors?
"If this is what you want, I'm willing to try." Novos said doubtfully.
Wo'jin smiled with satisfaction and handed a scroll to Novos. He didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder, and the two separated.
Returning to Darklon Fortress, Novos locked himself in the laboratory.
The troll's intuition told Novos that Vol'jin's scroll was an insidious snake.
But curiosity finally took over, and Novos carefully unfolded the scroll.
The scroll records a special ritual that, combined with some special techniques, can communicate with the souls of ancestors. Novos combined what he knew and read the information carefully to confirm that there is no problem with this method.
"Since there is no danger, why not give it a try? What does it matter if you give it a try?"
After preparing the ceremonial brazier and sprinkling the materials needed to cast the spell inside, Novos sat next to the brazier. The sharp dagger scratched his arm, and blood spurted out. Novos muttered words in his mouth and began to call his father's name.
An unbearable cold hit him, and Novos hurriedly opened his eyes and found himself in a dark, frozen world, with dots of green bonfires not far away.
He heard his father's faint call in his ears. Novos followed the sound and gradually approached the green bonfire. As he got closer, he realized that it was a pile of dead bones that shone with fluorescent light.
Next to the bonfire, a faint light illuminated the face of an old troll. It was Novos' father. The disheveled father made a weak voice:
"My child, my days are numbered. When these bones burn away, I will become a frozen soul, food for the prophet Salonya."
"food?"
Novos was shocked and vaguely saw many figures in the ice and snow, which were frozen souls.
"Yes, child, we are all the food of the Loa gods. This is the fate of the troll family. Go back quickly and find a way to get rid of Saronya's control."