Chapter nine hundred and seventy seventh: the savior of Loa IV
As guessed, Loa's flesh and blood contains the power of pollution, but because the degree of pollution is not enough, the name he shouted is not clear enough.
Not long after, Mufunu, who fell into half madness and devoured food, knelt on the ground, his body split open, and claws and heads grew out like wind snakes.
The two priests were contaminated by the Loa god and had completely lost their minds. They were walking around crazily on the top of the altar, screaming something at the top of their lungs.
All this was expected by Robbie, but if so, how could he deceive Wojin.
According to the analysis of the Scourge scholars, if the target is polluted soon, the pollution power of Loa can be extracted.
Robbie quietly cast a spell on the side, and the energy of holy light and arcane energy merged together and penetrated deep into the bodies of the two priests.
The bodies of the two men trembled violently, their backs cracked, and blurry masses of flesh and blood escaped, gathered together, and merged into a small wind snake.
He is exactly the same as the wind snake god Quesluen, except that he has no consciousness and an empty body.
This little wind snake is Robbie's harvest, which is equivalent to a soulless Loa god that can be studied by the Scourge.
The two priests returned to their original state, but they were still lying on the ground unconscious. A little power of Loa remained in their bodies, and their strength increased.
The power of the holy light condensed into a chain of order, locking the small wind snake, and Robbie took it away from the altar.
I don't know how long it took, but Mufunu woke up first, feeling the powerful power in his body, and his eyes shone with excitement.
Later, Tua Tua also woke up slowly, waved his arms fiercely, and murmured:
"Is this the power of Loa?"
Mufunu felt the tyrannical power in his body. Although it was far inferior to the powerful Quesluen, he was already very satisfied and whispered:
"The power of the Loa has already taken root in our bodies. As long as we practice diligently, we will surely become as powerful a Loa as Quesluen."
Tua Tua said disdainfully: "Kisluen is just a stupid wind snake. We must grow faster than her. Look, we will change the world soon."
Quesluen fell, and the two priests successfully obtained her power. Warlord Zolmaz had been sending people to observe secretly, and was the first to get the news.
Warlord Zolmaz was overjoyed. This proved that Vol'jin's guess was correct. Devouring the flesh and blood of Loa would gain strength, and he hurriedly informed Vol'jin of the good news.
Wojin was very proud, patted Zolmaz on the shoulder and said:
"You have made great contributions to the tribe. Don't worry, your benefits will be indispensable. One of the five remaining Loa gods in the Zul'Drak Empire will belong to you."
Zolmaz smiled brightly and asked hurriedly: "Vol'jin, when will the tribe attack the Zul'Drak Empire? Capture those Loa gods?"
Wo'jin shook his head and said with a smile:
"Zolmaz, that's not how it works. Let me teach you how to behave. You go tell the Loa gods that the Zul'Drak Empire is no longer safe. Execute their priests quickly. The tribe is willing to provide shelter.
"
Warlord Zolmaz's eyes lit up and he smiled sinisterly: "I understand."
The fall of Queth'luen, the wind serpent god, quickly spread throughout the Zul'Drak Empire, and Frost King Malak was shocked. Only then did he understand Vol'jin's conspiracy. Unfortunately, it was too late.
After receiving the news, the Loa gods executed their respective priests without hesitation to avoid future troubles.
Mufunu and Tua Tua were soon hunted and killed, and even the innocent Haveni was implicated and brutally murdered.
The Zul'Drak Empire was in panic for a while, and the Loa gods didn't know who to trust.
At this time, Warlord Zolmaz made a voice, expressing that the tribe was willing to temporarily provide shelter to all the Loa gods until the situation in the Zul'Drak Empire calmed down.
Hakeya, the Snow Leopard God, was packing her luggage and preparing to join the tribe. The sky suddenly turned dark, and a wind snake entwined with black aura slowly landed in front of Hakeya.
Hakeya looked cautiously at her old friend who had become a wandering spirit, and whispered:
"My old friend, the three priests who killed you are dead. Is your soul still refusing to rest in peace?"
Quesluen sighed faintly: "My old friend, I'm here to say my final farewell to you. In the Shadow Realm, I witnessed the truth, but it's a pity...Old friend, don't believe in the tribe, this is
A trap."
Haqiya was startled for a moment and asked: "Quisluen, how can I trust you?"
Quesluen whispered: "The power that killed me was the essence of the blood troll. As you know, the Zandalar Empire is just a vassal of the orcs, and it is not even qualified to join the tribe."
Haqiya tilted her head and thought for a long time, decided to believe Quesluen, and said gratefully:
"Thank you, my old friend."
Near the Darklon Fortress, at the border of the Zul'Drak Empire, Vol'jin sent people to build a tall altar.
The altar has a total of five positions, representing the five existing Loa gods in the Zul'Drak Empire.
Behind Vol'jin, followed a group of priests from the Zandalari Empire, instructing the craftsmen to build the formation of the blood troll.
Eitrigg asked in confusion: "Why the priest of Zandalar? I think the blood troll priest is more suitable."
Vol'jin shrugged and said regretfully: "The blood trolls will not listen to our tribe's orders. It is not difficult to build a blood magic circle. Zandalari priests are fully capable of doing it."
Sylvanas looked at the magic circle hidden inside the altar and asked in surprise: "This magic circle seems a little different."
Wo Jin was in high spirits and smiled proudly:
"Of course, the reason why the two priests who obtained the power of Quesluen were killed easily was because they ate too quickly and lost most of the power of Loa. This magic circle of mine can imprison
Live with five Loa gods, and then eat their flesh and blood bit by bit. According to my calculations, if you eat like this for three consecutive years, you can gain most of the power of the Loa gods."
Sylvanas nodded and said with a cold face:
"Yes, the stupid Loa is only worthy of being our food."
"You are wrong, Sylvanas." A loud voice came. Sylvanas frowned and saw a portal appearing behind her, from which a large group of orcs walked out.
Under heavy protection, the savior Thrall looked at Sylvanas mockingly:
"Banshee, you are just a dead person. The power of Loa has no effect on you."
Sylvanas' face remained unchanged, looking at Vol'jin and Eitrigg who were saluting Thrall, and asked in a calm tone:
"Wo'jin, you had already planned to give up on me, right? It doesn't seem like a surprise!"
Vol'jin smiled faintly: "All this is to save Azeroth. Apart from the great savior Thrall, who else is qualified to eat the Loa god."
Sylvanas sneered: "I will remember your hospitality today, Vol'jin, and I hope Thrall can reward you with some leftovers."
After that, Sylvanas left without looking back.
Returning to the camp, Sylvanas called Antonidas and ordered:
"Grand Magister, open the portal, target, Zandalari Empire, Nazmir."