History cannot be changed, so Robbie cannot directly capture a loa and dissect it for study.
Robbie had been watching invisibly as he watched the conspiracies and calculations of the Prophet Salonya's lair. He also secretly helped Novos repair the flaws in the magic circle and blocked the sound.
Dots and lines appeared in Robbie's eyes. When the prophet Salonya was corrupted by the blood troll essence and lost the power of the Loa, most of the secrets of the Loa were exposed in front of Robbie.
The so-called mysterious power of Loa is a rune composed of energy. These runes are hidden in Salonya's body. Loa comes from the fifth ancient god Xalatas, so the runes are undoubtedly related to
Related to Xal'atath.
Robbie wrote down these runes one by one. The runes were like some kind of life that could multiply as the Loa grew. The more runes in the body, the stronger the Loa would be.
At the same time that Saronya transformed into an undead, Novos, who was casting a spell, felt something was wrong but found nothing unusual, but none of this could be hidden from Robbie's eyes.
Through the dots and lines in Robbie's eyes, he could clearly see a special black rune flying out of Salonya's body and falling into Novos's body.
After Novos became a lich, the energy rune of Loa was broken and turned into spiritual power. Only this black rune was not affected and was still hidden in Novos' body.
The black runes clearly carry an aura of curse.
Perhaps Salonya's threat to kill Loa would not end well, and it was probably related to this black rune. Robbie hesitated for a moment, but just wrote down the structure of the black rune without taking it out.
The less influence on history the better, otherwise there will be unexpected backlash.
With questions in his mind, Robbie quietly left Darklon Fortress and rushed back to Icecrown Fortress.
Vol'jin, Eitrigg, and Fordring discussed it for a long time.
The Zul'Drak Empire was right in front of them. Neither Vol'jin nor Eitrigg wanted to give up. In the end, they made up their minds to take the risk despite the intervention of the Scourge.
This is the so-called gain of wealth and wealth from danger. The Natural Disaster Corps only sent two undead and acted in secret, which made them feel that the success rate of taking a risk was high.
Early the next morning, the thundering drums sounded again.
Vol'jin and Eitrigg personally supervised the battle on the front line. Vol'jin gritted his teeth and sent about half of the dragon-blooded orcs to cooperate with ordinary orc soldiers to attack the city.
In order to fight against the terrifying blood siphon of Prophet Salonya, Vol'jin estimated the scope of the blood siphon. Based on previous experience, the blood siphon could not cover the entire fortress.
Vol'jin broke up the team and launched attacks from different directions at the same time to ensure that they would not be siphoned by blood and kill them all.
The carriages rumbled towards the city wall one after another. With the help of the tall carriages, the orc soldiers easily climbed onto the city wall.
Under the powerful offensive of the dragon-blooded orcs, the defense line of the defenders of Daklon Fortress quickly collapsed. Although most of the defenders took voodoo potions, it was a pity that courage could not defeat death.
Facing the terrifying dragon-blooded orcs, the Drakkari trolls showed commendable courage. Groups of Drakkari warriors took the potion as if they were dead, screamed and climbed up the city wall, and fell to the axes of the dragon-blooded orcs.
Down.
The corpses of the trolls quickly filled the city walls, the corridors and stairs were covered with muddy flesh and blood, and the smell of blood filled the entire fortress.
The battle lasted less than an hour, and many parts of the city wall were lost. Under the leadership of the dragon-blooded orcs, the orcs occupied most of the city wall and began to move towards the area near the fortress gate.
At the door of Prophet Salonya's lair, the generals and priests knelt on the ground, holding the door hard. A general covered in blood cried bitterly and begged:
"Great God, omniscient prophet Salonya, the orcs have occupied the city wall, and the Daklon Fortress is in danger. Please ask God to lend a helping hand and save your poor people."
Novos's voice came from inside the door and asked coldly:
"Have the orcs captured the fortress gate?"
The blood-covered general replied: "Not yet."
"Guard the city gate." Novos ordered: "This is the order of Prophet Salonya."
God's orders cannot be disobeyed. The young general wiped the blood from his face and gathered his soldiers to defend the city gate.
Unfortunately, things went against expectations. The terrifying dragon-blooded orcs were unstoppable. The trolls guarding the city gate were quickly wiped out. The orcs occupied the fortress gate and opened the city gate from the inside.
Vol'jin was wondering, the gates of the fortress had fallen, why didn't Prophet Salonya take action yet? Could it be that Novos really succeeded?
After thinking carefully for a long time, the suspicious Vol'jin retained half of the dragon-blooded orcs as a backup, and the remaining orc army attacked from the main entrance.
At the door of Prophet Salonya's lair, a general who had lost his left arm ran over and begged loudly: "Oh God, the gate of the fortress has been captured by the orcs, please give me a helping hand, the Daklon Fortress is about to fall.
"
Across the door of the lair, Novos said quietly:
"Warlord Shimbo has made great contributions. He holds the rune stone in his hand to ask for help from other Loa gods. Yesterday, Warlord Shimbo died in battle, and this fortress became an isolated city. Everyone, make the final resistance. Remember
, the Drakkari trolls will never surrender."
After hearing this, the priests and generals all looked desperate.
Once the city gate was broken, what was left was a one-sided massacre. The defenders of Daklon Fortress continued to shrink the defensive area, and finally only the lair of Prophet Salonya remained.
The few remaining defenders of Daklon Fortress were mixed with the priests, guarding the gate of the lair. Not far away was an army of orcs stacked on top of each other as far as the eye could see.
After Wo'jin got the news, he let out a long breath. Under such circumstances, it seemed that Novos had really succeeded. He looked at Fording aside.
Fording understood and hurriedly replied: "The two undead are still in the fortress."
Wo Jin looked cold and confident:
"How much trouble can only two undead natural disasters cause? Even if Arthas and Kel'Thuzad come in person, I have many dragon-blooded orcs, and I will definitely chop them into pieces."
Touching the precious teleportation runestone in his arms, Wojin made up his mind to activate the runestone and escape immediately if he encountered danger.
Vol'jin ordered Eitrigg to stay behind, and led his soldiers into Dacloon Fortress. When they came to the door of Saronya's lair, Vol'jin shouted loudly:
"Novos, come out. Daklon Fortress has fallen. I am very happy to cooperate with you. Otherwise, we would not have won so easily. The tribe will always remember your contribution."
The few defenders and priests all changed their colors after hearing this. They never expected that the chief priest would collude with the orcs.
Novos' hoarse voice came from inside: "Wojin, you are really insidious. If Prophet Salonya is still alive, your words will kill me."
The door of the lair slowly opened, and Novos walked out slowly, taking off his cloak, revealing his withered face.
"Lich, you actually turned yourself into a lich."
Wo'jin was taken aback, and then laughed:
"Novos, you are seeking your own death. As a lich, you have undoubtedly colluded with the Scourge to conspire to destroy the world. The blood shed by the Drakkari trolls must be washed away with justice. Come here quickly.