The Loa gods planned to seek protection from the tribe, and Frost King Malak was the most anxious.
Malak had no choice but to persuade them one by one, and he first found Akali, the rhinoceros god.
The rhinoceros god Akali sealed the secret treasure house containing thousands of years of savings, packed his luggage, and piled all kinds of precious treasures on his back to form a hill.
Malak hurried over with his guards, stopped in front of Akali, and begged in a low voice:
"Akali, the rhinoceros god, you have been the guardian of the Zul'Drak Empire since ten thousand years ago. You have gone through countless ups and downs. Are you going to abandon the empire like this?"
The rhinoceros god, who was as huge as a hill, looked at the small figure in front of him, snorted unceremoniously, and his nose drenched Malak with snot, and replied loudly:
"Times have changed. Frost King Malak and the greedy Drakkari priest murdered my sister Quesluen and insidiously took away her power. I will never return to Zul'Drak before the investigation is clear.
Empire, if you want me to come back, find out the truth, punish the real culprits behind this, and promise that similar incidents will not happen again."
Frost King Malak said worriedly: "The tragedy of Quesluen makes me very sad. I suspect it has something to do with the tribe. If you surrender to the tribe like this, you may fall into their trap."
The rhinoceros god Akali looked disdainful and asked:
"Frost King Malak, isn't Drakuru your confidant? Voltarus, the necropolis of the Scourge, stands in the Zul'Drak Empire. Isn't this enough to explain the problem? I have 100% trust in the Horde.
Especially the brave orcs, they have saved Azeroth time and time again. Thrall, the savior, is kind and kind. In the entire history of Azeroth, I have never seen such a great king. I am very honored to defend with him.
Azeroth."
Frost King Malak was so angry that he almost fainted. Akali, the Loa god, would know the true face of Thrall, the savior.
It's obvious that Akari has been blinded by greed. Like Quethrun, he longs to be the savior of Loa and to gain the souls of those who died in battle.
Malak could only make a final struggle and swore: "I swear here, the tragedy of Queslun has nothing to do with Drakuru."
Akali, the rhinoceros god, sneered: "You can't fool me, Malak, Daklon Fortress, Novos has obtained the power of the prophet Salonya, isn't he a lich?"
Frost King Malak had nothing to say and could only get out of the way, looking at the tall back of Akali, the rhino god, helplessly shaking his head and trying to persuade the other Loa gods.
Not surprisingly, Frost King Malak hit the wall one after another and suffered defeat.
Except for the snow leopard god Hakoa, who temporarily left the Zul'Drak Empire and hid in the secret lair in the Soraazar Basin. The other four Loa gods, Akari the rhinoceros, Mammoth Mammoth, Lennok the giant bear, and Viper
Silatus, all surrendered to the tribe.
Vol'jin had never been so happy.
In the troll clan, Loa has always been aloof and respected by all people. No one has ever dared to question the majesty of Loa.
But today, Vol'jin will trample the Loa gods under his feet, trample on their dignity, torture them, and eat their flesh and blood.
The altar on the border of Zul'Drak Empire was built, and the four Loa gods arrived at the agreed time and sat down on the high platform at the top of the altar.
Four huge figures stood on the five high platforms at the top of the altar. Unfortunately, one of them was vacant. Hakeya, the Snow Leopard God, did not appear.
Wo'jin's face darkened, and he respectfully asked Mammoth Mammoth.
Ghatus said in a loud voice: "Hakea has a good friend, Rocanahar in the Soraza Basin. Ignore her. Among the Loa gods in the Zul'Drak Empire, she is the weakest."
Although he was a little regretful, Vol'jin knew that this opportunity could not be missed. He first bowed respectfully to the Loa gods and recited a welcome speech loudly:
"Great God Loa, I welcome you on behalf of the tribe. For ten thousand years, you have provided protection for the Zul'Drak Empire. It is because of you that the Drakkari trolls can survive in the ice and snow of Northrend. It is a pity that they
But this is how I treat you.
"The great savior Thrall is kind and cannot bear to see any living being suffer. He specifically asked me to prepare generous sacrifices to welcome the arrival of all the gods."
Wo'jin was silent for a long time, but there was no trace of the sacrifice. When the four Loa gods were confused, Wo'jin bowed again and asked:
"Before I send the sacrifice, I have a personal question to ask. I am from the Darkspear tribe and serve the God of Death and Soul. He once told me that behind the Loa God, there is a great being.
Controlling everything, can I ask you for the name of this being?"
Siletus, the god of poisonous snakes, made a shrill voice:
"Are you a follower of Bwonsamdi? That annoying guy, no wonder he is so unruly. Mortals, you must face up to your status. That existence is a mysterious taboo. You cannot look directly at it. Even we are not allowed to call him directly.
name."
Wojin smiled slightly, understanding in his heart, as a high-ranking Loa god, how could he admit his ignorance? It seems that that existence is extremely mysterious, and these Loa gods don't know the details.
"Honorable Loa gods, the sacrifice begins."
Wo'jin opened his arms, a burst of cheerful music sounded, and a large group of orcs and trolls walked into the altar, holding various knives and cooking utensils in their hands.
As the music played, the entire altar was filled with a faint blood-colored mist. Almost instantly, the four Loa gods felt dizzy and lay weakly on the high platform.
Magic chains shot out from all around the high platform, the tips of which penetrated into the flesh and blood, entangled their limbs, and locked the four Loa gods tightly.
"Wo'jin, what have you done?" Akali, the rhinoceros god, asked uneasily.
Wo'jin danced to the music. This was the jungle dance of the Darkspear tribe. It evolved from the Darkspear trolls hiding from insects and snakes in the forest. Wo'jin had a bright look on his face and said happily:
"Akari, isn't it obvious yet? This is a trap! The aloof Loa gods are just food in front of the great tribe."
The giant bear Lennok shouted loudly: "Wo'jin, it turns out it was you and it was the tribe who assassinated Queslun."
Vol'jin laughed loudly: "You know it's too late, Big Bear, the era of the Loa gods is over. Come on, let's start a grand banquet."
Orcs and troll chefs stepped onto the high platform and cut the flesh of the Loa.
The physical body of the Loa gods was originally extremely hard, but unfortunately the power of the blood troll was their nemesis, and the faint bloody mist made their physical bodies lose their defense.
The screams of the Loa gods came from the top of the altar. The gods who were so high above never thought that one day they would become food for mortals.
"Don't cut too much." Wo'jin ordered loudly: "These Loa gods will be eaten by us for three years, more than a thousand days and nights."
Pieces of flesh and blood rich in divine power were cut off and cooked in various ways, exuding an alluring aroma. These were specially given to Thrall, and even Woking could only take a sip of the soup.
Wo Jin held a blood-colored staff in his hand. Every time he raised the staff, a bloody lightning struck at God Loa. The terrifying lightning made God Loa suffer so much that he quickly succumbed, with a look in his eyes.
The look of pleading.
"Come on, four stupid beasts. I heard that you were once gods. Now join me in singing praises to the great savior Thrall. Pay attention, and the voices must be neat."