Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 382 31. The Arrival of the Spirit Snatcher --- Add more for the nastumekami brothers [510]

The beliefs of trolls are strange.

In the beginning, when the trolls were just born with wisdom, it was a barbaric era. The power possessed by the trolls was nothing to the world at that time, and in the barren land, there were many, many Incredibly powerful creatures.

The first generation of trolls called those powerful creatures gods in awe, and the pronunciation of gods in the troll language is loa.

As time went by, the trolls began to explore and understand the whole world, and they encountered more and more powerful creatures, and the number of loa gods they believed in also increased.

If the beliefs of trolls were listed in a chart, it would be a very cumbersome catalog, and the beliefs of trolls also gave those powerful creatures special abilities. Even if their bodies were lost in time, the souls of those creatures would Live forever in the belief of the troll, and then look for opportunities to be resurrected again, or reincarnated.

In this special system, the life and death of loa gods does not depend on time, but on the number of believers. In fact, many loa gods will really die after being forgotten by trolls in time.

The god of bats, Lord Sirik of the Night, this huge and weird vampire bat is the one that has existed for the longest time among the loa gods. The reason why its followers are endless is because Sirik himself Has great power, as well as special abilities.

Sirik, the Lord of the Night, can give believers the ability to move quickly in the dark, and even the blood-sucking ability that is very similar to Salein, as well as flames. Although it is difficult to understand why a big bat has the ability to manipulate flames, and Sirik's high priest, after being favored by the blood lord, can also have the ability to transform into a bat.

Speaking of it, this is very similar to the druids of the night elves, who also believe in beast gods and have the ability to transform into beasts, but relatively speaking, the wilderness demigods that druids believe in are stronger than those of trolls. The loas are generally much stronger.

It's ugly!

When Tyrion appeared on the bat altar in Zul'Gurub, the battle of the blood lords was over. On the blood and bones of the sacrificed trolls, there was a head imprisoned by blood magic. A giant bat with a body length of nearly 5 meters and a wingspan of at least 7 meters. The whole body is covered with dark red spots, with sharp claws, a large nostril similar to a pig's nose, and sharp fangs in its mouth.

The Dark Blade King looked at the frantically struggling vampire bat in front of him. From those black eyes, he could see the light of wisdom. Obviously, this bat has its own thinking and soul.

It's not Sirik.

Mistress Blood walked to her husband with a look of displeasure. She looked at the ugly bat, and then at Yeklik who was trembling on the side. She said softly:

Maybe the Night Lord felt the danger, or maybe this idiot wasn't loved enough by it. In short, Sirik influenced the priest's call, but only sent his heir instead of showing up in person.

This is the Son of Midnight, a vampire bat that truly has Sirik's sacred bloodline. In previous summons, it was rare for us to see the Son of Midnight descending. It itself is the embodiment of Sirik's will.

When Tyrion's suspicious gaze turned, Yekrik, who had been tortured by the blood mage and had a broken will, almost fell to his knees on the ground, and tremblingly argued:

The Night Lord is very cunning, and the number of sacrifices is not enough. In this case, it is difficult to summon its entity... This is not my fault! It is really not my fault! Please, please let me go.

What do you think?

Tyrion turned his gaze to Myra beside him. The latter rubbed his chin, hesitated for a moment, and said:

Perhaps there are truly determined warriors who can persevere under the torment of Seven's blood boiling technique, but there is no doubt that the troll lady in front of me is definitely not one of those warriors, so I believe her statement, This time, we were just unlucky, and Seven and Autumn also said that a trace of Sirik's original blood can also be extracted from this Midnight Son.

The Blood Lord shrugged:

Just like we extract the blood of the demigod from the arakkoa, for Salein, with just a drop of blood, we can deduce how Sirik uses the blood and how it bestows the ability of vampire bats The method of the believers, in short, the plight of the transformation of the blood servants of Salein will soon be resolved.

Then as soon as possible!

Tyrion moved his wrist, and glanced at the shivering Yekrick who dared not raise his head, and asked softly:

Bwonsamdi needs new priests, and you seem like a good fit...

Jecrek raised her head abruptly, and at the moment she saw Tyrion's cold eyes, she quickly lowered her head again. She suppressed the fear in her heart and said tremblingly:

Of course, I will serve Bwonsamdi with all my heart...I swear.

After Ye Kelik finished speaking, she didn't get a response. After more than ten seconds, she raised her head secretly. There was only a dead mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in front of her, but there were no figures of the blood lords anymore. Even the imprisoned Midnight Son disappeared without a trace.

And after realizing that she survived, Ye Keli leaned weakly on the stone tablet behind her, two lines of tears fell from her eyes, it was the joy of escaping from death, and a kind of rejoicing for the rest of her life, of course, There is also a trace of fear of the loa god who betrayed his belief.

After personally leading the children of the Night Lords into the trap of the Blood Lords, Jecrek has no way of turning back, and can only follow his new god Bwonsamdi all the way to the dark.

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Sekal is dead! Marlo is dying too. Vinohis and Yalo have run away, those two despicable bastards, betrayed the love of Loa, left their city and people and fled.

The blood lord Mandokir, whose armor was stained with green blood, stood on the tallest altar in the center of Zul'Gurub. Behind him, two-thirds of the ring city built around the central altar had fallen. What's worse, because of the previous wave of bombing, many elite Gurubashi troll soldiers died in the explosion flames that fell from the sky without even rushing out of the camp.

The trolls do have the ability to regenerate their limbs, but not every troll has the chance to regenerate their limbs in the face of a cluster attack from enhanced alchemy bombs.

Jin Du, what are you going to do?

The blood lord stared at Jindu, the sorcerer who raised his hands high on the altar in front of him. The latter was already covered with corpses of trolls. Died under the living sacrifice of the sorcerer, more than 200 trolls were killed around the central altar, and their blood flowed along the voodoo circle carved on the ground, and gathered in the center of the circle little by little .

And in that magic circle, there is a strange egg.

It was a man's height, and the egg shell was covered with gray-blue spots. It looked like a fossil, but even Mandokir, a powerful warrior who knew nothing about witchcraft, could feel the liveliness and twisting in the egg. The vitality of the egg, it is soaked in the warm blood, as if it has its own heartbeat, and between each beat, there is a bright red halo wrapping around the surface of the egg.

The dark power of witchcraft was jumping in the hands of the sorcerer Jin Du. After all the blood was sucked by the egg, he took down a simple jar from the altar next to it, this one with black and white The sorcerer in the wooden mask answered his old friend's question with a strange voice.

It's okay, let them run, we don't need them anymore.

Jindu slowly opened the jar, took out the ashes soaked in dark magic power, and evenly sprinkled them on the eggs that had been completely covered by bloody light.

Those black ashes fell profusely, and Mandokir, who witnessed this strange ceremony, could even hear a scream that went straight into the soul, like a beast trapped in a cage, roaring longing for freedom, it Longing to rush out of the cage and devour every life around him alive.

The undisguised malice made the blood lord take a few steps back. He watched the sorcerer scatter the last handful of ashes into the sky, and the ominous premonition in his heart intensified. He walked quickly to his velociraptor. Beside Orgen, he jumped onto the velociraptor, and glanced back at Jindu, who was muttering to the blood-red snake egg. The blood lord shook his head, and amidst the velociraptor's scream, he turned and quickly left the altar .

Everyone is afraid of your power.

Jin Du looked at the blood-red snake egg in front of him, he stretched out his hand, and stroked the warm snake egg with an obsessive gaze:

But I'm not afraid, I grew up listening to your stories, Blood God, Soul Taker, what a beautiful name, what a gorgeous power, I know I was born with a certain mission, and now, I will fulfill my mission...I will give you true freedom, the loa are cowards, but even they fear you...

it's time!

Jin Du brushed his fingers across his waist, and held a twisted ritual dagger in his palm. He held the dagger behind his back with both hands, and after a breath, he stabbed it into his heart fiercely.

The severe pain made Jindu's body tremble. He collapsed on the snake egg in front of him, and the blood spurted from his heart smeared on the snake egg. The weird snake egg was like some kind of greedy Like a monster, it frantically sucked Jin Du's blood, and then with a crisp sound, the eggshell of the snake egg was shattered by the force bursting from the inside.

Jin Du's lifeless body was also completely torn apart under this explosive force. It was the light of blood, just like the purest blood light. With an explosive gesture, those blood-red lights burst from the central altar Shot across Zul'Gurub like an arrow of light.

Whether it was a frightened troll or a forest spirit, under the radiance of blood, their bodies began to rapidly melt...decompose, as if infected by some terrible toxin.

The halo shot straight into the sky, and with a sharp roar, even the moon in the night of Stranglethorn Valley was completely stained red by blood. Under the reflection of that round of blood moon, a huge and distorted figure was also moving. Slowly rising from the altar in the center of Zul'Gurub.

It was a huge wind snake. When its body was straightened up, its upper body was over 7 meters long. Its whole body was covered with bright red skin. Its lower body was coiled like a snake, while its upper body was twisted. Its human form, without arms, is replaced by black, sharp, and huge claws, and its head is a snake head with a blood-red feather crest, which looks so ferocious.

And in the reflection of the blood moon behind him, three pairs of brightly colored wings covered with gorgeous feathers spread out behind the Soul Reaper. It raised its head to the sky and screamed, and in the screaming sound representing freedom, it enveloped the entire Zul'Gurub The bright red light suddenly shrank, and in front of the revived Haka, on the platform covered with bright red light, those souls that had been forcibly extracted stood in front of Haka sluggishly.

And at the forefront of those souls is Jindu whose whole body is shrouded in dark power...Jindu of the soul body, he dedicated everything to Hakar, even his own life. After the return of the spirit taker, he will also Get your own gift.

Take it!

Haka made a sound of interference. On its chest, three pairs of purple bone spurs intertwined on the flesh and blood, and under the protection of the bone spurs was a purple gemstone inlaid on the flesh and blood of the Soul Reaper. It was irregular, but Between each flash, the souls in front of you will tremble.

During the surge of Haka's power, those forcibly extracted souls were kneaded together and stuffed into Jindu's soul in a rough way. The magician's soul absorbed this forbidden power , Even his soul and body have changed.

He became bigger and bigger, and with every gesture, he also had the power to make his soul tremble. This was the gift he longed for.

This kind of power is so powerful, I will serve you loyally...I will defeat all opponents for you!

Jin Du was suspended above the platform, he spread his hands, and shouted his belief in Haka, but at the moment when the soul infusion ceremony was completed, and at the moment when Jin Du enjoyed the powerful power to the fullest, a The crescent-shaped long sword flew out from the darkness whistling, and while the blade was humming, the sharp blade pierced Jin Du's soul body fiercely, nailing him to the ground.

No! No, my power, no!

Jin Du's soul was being bitten crazily. That sword, that greedy and vicious magic sword, seemed to have found a new toy. It used a cruel method to disassemble Jin Du's soul, and then In front of Haka, he swallowed its most loyal priest in one gulp, and rattled the soul with Jindu's screams.

It's like the most direct provocation.

Tyrion walked up to the central altar of Zul'Gurub from the darkness, and behind him, the blood lords also drank some strange colorful liquids in the shadows, and then followed their leader to Hakar .

Its feathers are so beautiful!

Holding the red war bow, Alleria said to Tyrion:

It would be nice to decorate a hat with its feathers.

hum

The magic sword stuck on the ground was pulled out by Tyrion. He looked at the soul snatcher in front of him, and finally set his eyes on the purple gemstone on the soul snatcher's chest. He said softly:

Of course, what you like, I will always bring it for you...