Novos suddenly woke up from the illusion. The cold that penetrated into his bones still frightened him. What the Drakkari Frost Troll feared the most was the severe cold!
The biting cold wind of Northrend swirled outside the window, and Novos shivered all over. He did not expect that he would not be able to escape this terrible torture after he was born in this bitter cold land of ice and snow.
No wonder, no matter how you use the spirit summoning technique, you can't communicate with the souls of your ancestors.
Thinking of falling into such a miserable situation after death, and thinking of the torture his ancestors suffered, Novos was unwilling to live like this. Although he could not change the fate of the entire troll clan by himself, he could at least change himself.
and future generations.
After Wo'jin returned to the camp, he looked confident and proud.
Eitrigg said disdainfully: "You actually used the method that the Burning Legion used to confuse the orcs back then!"
Wojin chuckled and said, "As long as it's a useful method, why not use it? What's more, everything I tell is the truth. The truth is the most terrible lie."
Eitrigg asked unconvinced: "Will Novos be fooled?"
Wo'jin raised his eyebrows proudly and replied: "Novos has seen through my conspiracy, but he will definitely cooperate with me. This is his only hope."
As Wo'jin expected, it didn't take long before Novos sent someone to secretly contact Wo Jin.
The two met at the furbolg trade camp, and Novos came up and asked in a stern tone:
"Wo'jin, is this your conspiracy? Your purpose is to use me to deal with Prophet Salonya? You are so insidious."
Wojin made no secret of his ambition, waved his hand and said:
"That's right, in addition to Prophet Salonya, we also need to get rid of the other Loa gods in the Zul'Drak Empire. We must minimize our losses and capture the Zul'Drak Empire without losing any blood."
Novos roared angrily: "Don't think that I don't understand the orcs. If the Zul'Drak Empire falls, our people will fall into a miserable situation, either becoming slaves or becoming the orcs' military rations. The orcs are a group of ferocious creatures.
They will not let the Drakkari go."
"So what?" Vol'jin shrugged and said, "All you need is to settle down in Moonglade. If you help us achieve our goal, I promise to help you achieve your little wish."
Novos sat down angrily, his face gradually softened, and he finally made up his mind: "Tell me how to deal with Prophet Salonya."
Wo'jin chuckled, knowing that Novos would make the right choice:
"I heard that Prophet Salonya had to digest for a period of time after casting the life siphon, and was unable to move during this period. If it is true, this is your chance."
Novos hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "That's true."
Wo'jin took out a vial with a drop of terrifying blood in it, swimming around like a living creature. Wo'jin introduced it in a low voice:
"This is the essence of the blood trolls. The power of animal Loa is hidden in their bodies. The power of blood is their nemesis. It only takes a simple ritual to make Salonya's flesh and blood collapse and lose Loa forever.
The power of the gods."
Novos's pupils immediately tightened, and he held the vial tightly as if he was holding his own life. He thought for a long time and asked: "Wojin, will you keep your promise?"
Vol'jin said seriously: "I swear in the name of Bwonsamdi, the God of Death."
"very good!"
Novos stood up and said before leaving:
"I need three days to prepare. After three days, if the orcs can capture the Darklon Fortress in one go before the other Loa gods arrive, victory will be yours."
Novos quickly stood up and left, and Wojin lowered his head, showing a sinister look.
On a remote road, Novos, disguised as a furbolg, hurried on.
Drakuru stared at Novos's back and secretly admired him. He was worthy of being the chief priest. The furbolg's disguise was much better. It was exactly the same. Drakuru sighed to himself!
Robbie took a step forward, pointed at Novos and said:
"Are you sure Novos can cooperate with us?"
Dakuru was very confident and whispered:
"Novos is a bit clever. He is the kind of troll who doesn't make meaningless sacrifices. If Daklon Fortress is destined to fall, Novos will run away without mercy, but he still has ideals in his heart. Believe me.
, he is the most suitable candidate."
"Actually, what I believe more is greed and the desire for revenge." Robbie shrugged and said, "Let Novos try it first."
Dakuru stopped in front of Novos and said with a smile: "Novos, the chief priest of Prophet Salonya, I didn't expect to see you here."
Novos narrowed his eyes slightly and recognized this troll as the most trusted person of Frost King Malak. He asked uneasily: "Dakuru, why are you here?"
Seeing that Robbie was the only human behind him, Novos immediately felt relieved and said with an evil smile:
"Dakuru, it's a pity that you know too much. No one knows that you will die here, and your soul will be imprisoned by me forever."
A powerful force pressed Novos out of breath. Novos looked frightened and looked at Robbie nervously, and then he realized that the human being in front of him was very scary.
Darkuru patted Novos on the shoulder and said:
"Don't be nervous, Chief Priest, I don't have any ill intentions. We all know the deal between you and Vol'jin. Although the illusions you saw are all false, they are indeed the truth."
Novos frowned and couldn't figure out what Dakuru's purpose was. Dakuru continued:
"Relax, relax. I am not here on behalf of the Frost King. You and I both have the same goal, which is to change the tragic fate of the Drakkari trolls. Before we get down to business, I have to tell you some unfortunate news."
Dakuru took a deep breath and said slightly sadly:
"Novos, I know that you send money to Moonglade every year to maintain the luxurious life of your wife and children, but you must not know that when your wife and children stayed in Orgrimmar on their way to Moonglade, they were
The orcs captured them and sent them to Thrall's table, and they were already dead."
"This is not true, you are lying to me." Novos yelled angrily.
Robbie said solemnly:
"Unfortunately, Moonglade concealed the truth. Even Vol'jin was fooled. This is related to the reputation of the savior Thrall. Novos, you are proficient in the art of summoning spirits. You will know it once you try it."
Novos desperately used the technique of summoning spirits on the spot. Unfortunately, he successfully communicated with the souls of his wife and children, verifying the tragic truth.
With tears streaming down his face, Novos knelt on the ground and grabbed his hair hard.
Darkuru sighed and asked sympathetically: "Novos, do you want revenge?"
Novos, who had decided to die with his wife and children, immediately ignited the hope of living and asked: "If I can get revenge, I am willing to pay any price."
Dakuru nodded: "Very good, I will teach you a way to seize Salonya's power. This fortress must not fall into the hands of the orcs."
Novos looked at Drakuru in surprise, temporarily forgetting his sorrow and seizing the power of the gods. This is something he dare not even think about. Is there really a chance to achieve it?
Dakuru patiently explained:
"The power of blood can make Salonya's flesh and blood collapse, but this is too wasteful. You only need to find Salonya's magic essence and swallow it in a special way to gain his power, but there is a possibility of failure and you need to bear the responsibility.
There is a certain risk.”
Novos said indifferently: "As long as you can get revenge, what does this risk mean?"