Rise of the blood elves

315【The most precious memory】

Time passes day by day.

Although the tribes worshiped him, the prophet never answered the call, and he never summoned any troll, including the high priest of Lezan who had the honor to talk with him for an afternoon.

The trolls did not dare to enter the forest, nor did they dare to explore the situation inside, because doing so would displease the gods.Instead of leaving, they became even more enthusiastic.

Three times every day in the morning, noon and evening, people will come to worship with a large number of tributes.

From powerful magic spirits to beast essences, to rare minerals excavated from the ground with a hint of strange magic.

All kinds of things that are rare in the outside world and may not even be included in other Loa's tributes are continuously transported from the Zandalari tribe's heavily guarded secret vault, which opens the eyes of the small tribes and makes them sigh with emotion. The wealth accumulated over the years is huge.

King Hakon ordered a solid gold statue of the prophet to be cast and erected on the east side of the forest for thousands of people to worship.And they are preparing to build a temple complex with the same size as the Devil Dragon King Raizan with this as the center.

This is a massive project, and even with the help of a large number of powerful tamed dinosaurs, it would be impossible to complete in less than ten years.

But Zandalar had the determination and perseverance to show their piety to the new Loa.

For this reason, the section west of Zuldazar City runs through the Zandalari Mountains from north to south, leading directly to the war front, directly to the land lost in the night elves' attack, and the road to Dazar, which leads directly to the marginal territories of the night elves empire, was forced to reroute.

In just a few days, all the craftsmen and workers within the control of the Zandalari tribe were recruited.The unprecedented project was in full swing, involving thousands of laborers, cutting down forests, digging up paving stones, changing the course of rivers, and laying bridges.

The Zandalari tribe informed all trolls that they would welcome a new Loa, a god who could protect the trolls and help them defeat the night elves.

The residents of Zuldazar were greatly frightened by the big explosion in the past, and suffered heavy casualties. Thousands of people died on the spot. The work of disposing of the bodies and making arrangements for the funeral has not yet been completed.

They have never seen a prophet, and they don't know what attitude this Loa who descended from the sky will take towards the trolls.The forest that is just around the corner, where ferocious beasts and dinosaurs once lived, has now turned into a land of death, a paradise for the dead. When King Hakon and the heads of the tribes are worshiping and constructing day after day, people But I only felt uneasy.

The dark cloud of the night elves hangs over the empire, and the troll army is retreating steadily. It seems that whether the Zandalar Mountains fall or not depends on whether the night elves are willing to march south.At this time, a new god has risen in Zuldazar

Where should we go from now on?

There are rumors that even powerful Loa such as Raizan are very humble to the "Prophet" and do not dare to be hostile. What's more, they claim that the souls in the forest west of the city have escaped from Bwonsamdi's Hades. of

How is this possible? It's so unreal.

Trolls attach great importance to the dead. They are eager to please the god of death through tribute, so that their loved ones can enjoy a life of glory and wealth in the other world.Every once in a while, everyone from the princes and nobles to the common people at the bottom would regularly worship their ancestors, hoping to gain guidance from their ancestors' wisdom, clear away the fog, and move towards a better future.

Especially in a time like this when everyone is in danger.But in the final analysis, this is a kind of self-comfort that has been gradually formed over a long period of time and completely integrated into cultural customs and blood.

Because the ancestors never responded to them.

But when civilians went to the city's Hall of the Dead to worship, they discovered a shocking fact.

The ancestors responded to them in an unprecedented way.In the lingering incense, the voices of ancestors can be heard, telling the story of the misery after death, like a puppet on a string, like a walking corpse, and how painful the years spent in Bwonsamdi's underworld are.

Now, they have a new lease on life.In the forest west of the city, beside a new god, I found the long-lost sleep

Gradually, as time went by, civilians began to appear in the worship procession.At first, they were residents of Zuldazar, and later they lived in settlements in villages near the city. Later, trolls from all directions came here in droves with tears of joy.

The Road to Dazar, the road that King Dazar led when he escaped from the Blood Plague and migrated from Nazmir to the Zandalari Mountains, has never been so lively.

There are more and more pilgrims, and the figures of Bwonsamdi priests gradually appear among them. Civilians can find out about the dead souls, and naturally they cannot escape the eyes of these priests who specialize in this.

The priests of the dead who were the first to join the pilgrimage were considered unclean and despicable traitors by followers loyal to Bwonsamdi.But this is allowed by trolls with diverse beliefs. Unless the gods send down their will, they cannot punish it.

As time went by, these loyal believers began to waver.Just as the Prophet ignored his worshipers, Bwonsamdi remained unresponsive to the prayers of his followers.Someone rode a pterodactyl, traveled through the dangerous Nazmir, and rushed to the Hades Palace in person to explore the truth. They found that the gate of the Hades Palace was tightly closed and wrapped in a layer of rich necromantic energy, and no living person could enter.

So, except for the most stubborn believers, the rest followed the former closely and headed to the "Prophet Forest".

They may feel that the Prophet did not absorb the power of the dead souls to strengthen himself, but allowed the dead souls to sleep peacefully. They are not greedy like Bwonsamdi at all; or it is their duty and Bwonsamdi does not respond. They must also wait for the new dead souls to return. Establishing order in the gathering place to prevent the souls of the dead from disturbing the normal life of the living; or taking a tentative attitude; or being angry at Bwonsamdi's self-isolation

In short, no matter what, in the belief based on the principle of equal exchange, change is so simple and there will be no guilt.Because duty and the sense of responsibility to the tribe are far beyond belief.

The only thing that puzzles these trolls who have long been accustomed to equal exchange is what exactly does the "prophet" want?

"Home, of course, little Elisande, as much as you long to return to Suramar."

In the past few days, Angmar has lived a monotonous but fulfilling life, studying the nature of voodoo, trying time spells, and looking for a way back.Occasionally, when I had free time, I would exchange some magical things with little Elisande, and by the way, teach the latter some future magical theories that are far beyond the current era for who knows how many generations.

Angmar became more and more suspicious that the girl might not just have the same name as the Grand Magister of the Son of Night, but that she was actually her.

Because Angmar has never seen such a terrifying magical talent. If you teach something, you can learn it as soon as you learn it, and you can master it without having to say it a second time.

You must know that the girl grew up in an environment where the understanding of magic was still in the medieval period, and her cognitive level is incomparable to those of later generations who have already opened their eyes.But for such a "medieval" girl, her ability to accept the physics, chemistry, scientific principles, etc. of the information age is much stronger than Angma's.

How could he naturally associate Elisande with "Ellisande" without being surprised.

As a few days passed, little Elisander became more and more familiar with him and became more and more cheerful. He gradually began to ask questions that had nothing to do with magic, such as where he came from and where he was going.

Perhaps infected by the innocence born out of despair, Angmar put down the mask he had worn on his face since time travel and spoke his true thoughts for the first time.

"Come back home"

Little Elisande opened her mouth wide. She could not have imagined that the thing that a person as powerful as Angmar desires the most in his heart could be so simple, just like a mortal.

Angmar nodded, squatted down, sat next to the girl, and said to himself:

"Little Elisander, I don't belong to this world. I thought that time would erase my most precious memories and confuse my thoughts, but I didn't expect that it would only take away the most flashy things and leave behind The most sincere emotion. Now all I can think about is Coca-Cola."

In order to avoid opening Elisande's scar again, Angmar did not mention family and friendship.

"Kokoro, Coke." The girl blinked and repeated this unfamiliar word. It took her several times to learn the correct pronunciation, "What is Coke?"

Angmar laughed.

"Coke is a kind of magical happy water that once you drink it, you will lose your mind and you will be unable to extricate yourself from it. Even if you will eventually turn into a big fat person, you will still enjoy it."

"That sounds terrible," Elisande whispered.

Angmar wanted to continue to reminisce about the good times, but found an uninvited guest who broke into the forest and appeared in his perception.

It was a red-haired, very young-looking male troll, wearing the robe of the aide of the dead, with a look of fear on his face, looking around as he walked.

"Continue to practice the spells I taught you. I want to go out."

After saying that, Angmar's figure disappeared into nothingness, and the next second he appeared in front of the uninvited guest.

The troll was stunned for two seconds and hurriedly knelt down, not daring to look directly at the god.

"Why do you want to intrude on my territory, mortal?"

Angmar, who was floating in the air, looked down at the troll and said with an unkind expression.