Rise of the blood elves

459【Follower】

"Prophet?"

After Angmar and others entered the Throne of Thunder, in front of the square, on a giant tree that was chopped into charcoal by lightning, a "dead branch" suddenly opened its eyes and murmured in a deep voice.

It turns out to be a mantid covered in dirty black. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell the difference between it and a dead branch.

The mantid twisted its head slightly, and found that the few pandaren monks who were staying at the entrance to the Throne of Thunder had not noticed her side, so she released the sickle-like jointed limbs that had been gripped into the bark to stabilize her body, and gently Land lightly.

This mantid disguised as a dead branch is none other than the mantid hero who has been chasing here, the mantid's greatest hero, Korvan the Supreme.

Korfan took off the magic amber on his body that was used to isolate mental detection. He shook his head and used his hands to repeatedly smear the black dirt on his compound eyes. He scratched the joints and limbs of his abdomen against each other and wiped away the dirt blocking the breathing valves in his chest and abdomen. After a while, the original appearance was revealed.

After completing all this, he breathed greedily as if he had been reborn. In order to hide it under the nose of the powerful foreigner, he had not breathed for more than ten minutes.He hid behind a tree and carefully exposed his head, wary of the few remaining pandaren monks, looking at the messy square and lost in thought.

The power of that mysterious man is too terrifying.

Korfan even suspected that he had discovered him a long time ago, but he didn't care that he was hiding here to spy on the battle and eavesdrop on the conversation between him and the Pandaren Emperor.

who the hell is he

Korfan knew that he still had a long way to go before unraveling all the mysteries, but no matter how difficult and dangerous the process was, he must continue to pursue it.

For thousands of years, ever since the mantid came to settle in this land, they have always longed to fight into that valley to take back the heart of their master and restore the glory of the Dark Empire.The aura of mastery from distant lands accompanies the growth of generations of mantids.Even if countless mantid sacrificed their lives in hundreds of years of reincarnation, and their bones would be buried forever under that towering dragon's spine, they would all die without regrets.

Because the master is the meaning of Mantid's existence, the truth.

But the sudden appearance of the mysterious man broke the mantid's unshakable belief. Korfan would not admit his mistake, and neither would the other mantids. The aura of the master that emanated from that mysterious man was unmistakable.

Could it be that the master who died at the hands of the Titans still had other essences left, or that the mysterious man stole the power of the master's heart in some way?

No matter what, sacred objects must not be desecrated, and Korfan must continue.

"woo"

There was a faint sound of wind behind him, and the Supreme One put his hand over his mouth and imitated the same sound.After a while, a young mantid with a short body and golden eyes crept over and cast an inquiring look at Korfan.

Before Korfan could say anything, the young mantid couldn't help but gasped when he saw the scene in the love square, "This is what the mysterious man did."

Korfan nodded.

The young mantid stood stunned for a long time before turning his gaze to the Pandaren monk who was staying at the entrance to the Throne of Thunder, and said resolutely: "Sovereign One, please give the order. Maybe we can't defeat that mysterious man, but even if we die, Let him know the price of desecrating the master's sacred objects."

Korfan felt doubly amused and couldn't help but look at him twice.The people who followed him on this trip were all elites temporarily transferred from the major strongholds on the Mantis Plateau. Most of them were young people who had grown up in the glory of Her Majesty the current Queen and had not experienced the cleansing of a hundred years of reincarnation.

They have experienced the brutal competition in the mantid society and are well aware of the importance of the collective and their unshirkable responsibilities, but they have no enthusiasm and are not clear enough or sensible enough about the true meaning of death, war, and survival. cognition.

Korfan shook his head, "No, we can't deal with him. Go back and report the news to Her Majesty the Queen and the Council of Elders. I will stay here and continue to observe. Let's go before the passage is closed."

The young mantid looked up at the dark clouds that were about to close, with a look of uneasiness on his face.As the mysterious man entered the Throne of Thunder, without his magic power, the only passage up and down the mountain that was filled with sunlight was almost blocked by lightning again.

"But" the young mantid wanted to say something more, but stopped under Korfan's calm gaze. He put his right hand on his chest with respect and saluted: "Please ensure your own safety, the great Supreme One for the sake of the Queen."

"For the mantid."

Korfan watched the young mantid leave, looking at the messy square and once again fell into thought.

Prophet?

"I feel deeply fortunate, both for my ancestors and for myself." Shaohao said softly after successfully passing through a passage full of traps.

Angmar asked: "Why do you say that?"

"We have always underestimated the power of the remnants of the Mogu. They obviously have enough power to sneak into the ruins of the Conqueror's Tomb in Kun-Lai Mountain, steal the bones of the God of Thunder, and resurrect him with the help of the Zandalari trolls." Shaohao said solemnly. said.

Angmar thought along Shaohao's train of thought and realized that this was really the case.On the one hand, Storm Lord Nalak, who guards the Thunder God's Tomb, will not allow outsiders to get their hands on his master's bones. On the other hand, the Zandalari tribe, which holds the resurrection spell, has been troubled by the ever-increasing Night Elf Empire. Incapable of doing anything else.

After the earth shattered, the Zandalari mountains turned into an isolated island offshore. The Zandalari trolls had a uniquely safe environment, but they had no chance to plot evil.Because Pandaria had long been shrouded in mist, no one knew its exact location. It wasn't until the Alliance and the Horde invaded Pandaria and found a passage in and out of the land that the Zandalari tribe got the opportunity they had been waiting for 1 years.

The situation is like this. It can be said that it is luck.

Thinking of this, Angmar said: "What your Majesty doesn't know is that although the Zandalari Trolls have never given up the idea of ​​resurrecting the God of Thunder, there are many different voices within the tribe. Rather than saying that they are unwilling to resurrect the God of Thunder, they are not willing to resurrect the God of Thunder. He said that doing so would not bring him any benefit."

"Why" Except for the war 900 years ago that was finally turned around by the heroine Jiang and her companions, all the residents of Pandaria basically knew nothing about the trolls living in distant lands.Including Shaohao, who is knowledgeable and knowledgeable.

"Because after the war with the Aqirs 6000 years ago, they never recovered and suffered a disastrous defeat in Pandaria. At least for now, the Zandalari tribe is deeply troubled by the Night Elf Empire and is suppressed in Zanda It is difficult to move in the mountains of Laqun, so naturally they will not think about resurrecting the God of Thunder and making him fulfill his promise. Survival is not guaranteed, so what is the use of asking for more land? But if someone impresses them with an attractive price, the thing is That's another story," Angmar replied.