frightfiction 308【Great Him! 】
308【Great Him! 】
There are many forms of loa, and their spirits are also different.There are those who can speak well, and there are those who cannot speak, or the language they speak is beyond the range of mortal senses. How to communicate with Loa with different temperaments is an extremely complicated problem.
During the long years of worshiping Loa, the trolls gradually mastered and perfected a voodoo magic ritual that could get rid of the shackles of expression, receive the extraordinary thinking of the gods at the spiritual level, and then understand the will of the gods. But not everyone can Interpreting the thoughts of gods is a job that only priests can do.
What just helped Angmar understand the "language" of the trolls was such a voodoo ritual.At this time, the ceremony accurately captured his tone, posture, and even the mental fluctuations he unintentionally emitted when he spoke, and restored it to the most essential thoughts, which were projected into the mind of the high priest who presided over the ceremony.
prophet
The high priest enshrined in the Devil Dragon King Lezan murmured his honorable name, his pupils instantly turned gray, his eyelids trembled rapidly, and he was immersed in the rolling thoughts.
Suddenly, he saw
In the thick fog, an extremely blurry figure sat in front of a colorful light curtain.
Is that Him?
It's a pity that I can't see His true face
The high priest was a little disappointed, but he still concentrated his mind and tried his best to see things clearly in the thick fog.
He is sitting on a seat, that must be His throne, my Loa, He is so simple and unpretentious, this throne is so simple, so unpretentious, it is true
He has no desire for such external things at all
He is otherworldly
The high priest couldn't help but admire, and continued to observe attentively. He saw that the left hand of the vague figure was brushing on a rectangular object that was full of gleaming colors and engraved with fine runes. Hold an object the size of a mouse, move it slightly, and click it lightly
What is this? The high priest frowned, and then he realized that he was controlling everything in the light curtain through these two unknown things that must be artifacts.
As he moves, the light screen changes in countless ways, and there is always a pair of tauren wearing heavy steel armor and holding huge swords and shields. They are tauren. Trolls often see this kind of tauren in the north, a race that is very friendly to outsiders. People are firmly imprisoned in the center of the light curtain, traveling around the world under His control, sometimes entering and exiting glorious cities comparable to Zuldazar, sometimes walking through wilderness, forests, mountains and dangerous shoals, constantly fighting and fighting with enemies, Fight again
I understand
The high priest screamed inwardly.
This is the incarnation of Him walking on earth
A tiger that requires more than a dozen skilled hunters to hunt, but His incarnation can knock down thousands of troops in two or two strokes like chopping melons and vegetables. It is like entering a deserted land, and just with its overwhelming momentum, it scares all the little ones. Dare to act rashly, because when the avatar kills an enemy, his ally is standing not far away unmoved. This is not a shock, what else can it be?
Too strong
The high priest admired, but the scene that followed made him take a breath and his eyes suddenly widened.
As soon as the light curtain turned, His incarnation, together with many colleagues, faced two huge rock giants in a cave full of lava.
The high priest was stunned.
How strong those two rock giants are can be judged just from their size.His incarnation is at the forefront, going back and forth with one of them
"Why is x so bad again?"
Suddenly, He in front of the light curtain roared angrily. His thunderous voice almost stunned the high priest and almost drove him out of his consciousness.
The high priest steeled himself and tried his best to remember these unfamiliar words in his mind.
This must be God's language. Every word has indescribable power. It's a pity that the ceremony cannot present its original meaning.
The high priest thought.
His incarnation continued to move forward, overcoming thorns and thorns all the way, rushing to the forefront every time, defeating many powerful enemies that even the high priest could not even imagine. He actually faced a huge flame giant holding a flaming war hammer and completely defeated him in a short time. Killed and expelled back to the elemental plane.
The high priest was stunned.
The killed flame giant definitely had similar strength to Loa.But he was defeated by his mere incarnation. His true body
How terrifying it must be
The light curtain began to change again.
His incarnation is no longer a minotaur, but a fair-skinned, slender, thin, somewhat sick creature that is exactly the same as the incarnated corpse he is holding in his hands.
This incarnation is an extremely powerful spellcaster, as good as any night elf mage the high priest has ever seen. The magic methods are endless and dazzling.
What shocked the High Priest even more was that He had many more incarnations than these two.There are also those who can enslave other creatures for their own use and release shadow magic with their hands; there are also those who are ever-changing and can transform into giant bears, cheetahs and birds, just like the troll shapeshifters, but their skill level is far beyond
The high priest was so overwhelmed
What kind of strength does He have?
This was not over yet. When His incarnation lowered its head and rubbed its hands, summoning a giant dragon as a mount, the high priest was struck by lightning.
In comparison, the miraculous summoning technique was nothing special.
This
this this this
Even the dragon is the mount of His incarnation
I don't know what to say
He can pick up stars and chase the moon from above, and he can capture the heads of enemy chiefs from thousands of armies below. Scenes are being played out in the light curtain, but His figure is sitting in front of the light curtain, with an extremely indifferent expression, as if he is traveling in the world and experiencing all kinds of life.
As He said before, He is indeed just a
Traveling through the vast space and time, the insignificant "traveller"
That's it.
His incarnation has traveled all over the world and traveled through the vortex of time, making the high priest feel more and more insignificant.
These scenes are all fragments of thoughts projected in His mind when He claimed to be a "prophet".This represents the origin and formation of the concept of "prophet". The person who incarnates and travels to many worlds makes the high priest understand that Azeroth is just one of the places he has traveled.
The incarnation still has such power. He who plays with the world outside the light curtain is probably
Omniscience,
Almighty.
He, far beyond the scope of Azeroth, comes from the Endless End. The Endless End is just a small microcosm in its light curtain.
He even comes from Loa beyond the Infinite.
That's right.
As long as they can obtain His gift, the trolls will surely rise again
The vast amount of thinking information gave the high priest a splitting headache. Although he had been gritting his teeth to support it, he understood that he could no longer learn more.
Gradually, as the scent of incense filling his nose became dull, the high priest withdrew from the ceremony. He looked at Angma in the air with great humility and enthusiasm, and slowly and firmly bowed down.
"Prophet." The high priest said Angmar's honorable name, and two lines of hot tears streaked down the corners of his eyes.
After seeing so much, the high priest felt that He was too humble.The name of the Prophet can reveal one ten thousandth of His
But if He calls himself this, the trolls will call him this.
He did not want to be too ostentatious, but the high priest felt that he had an obligation and a need to let his tribe understand his greatness.
The high priest stood up suddenly, faced the tribesmen behind him, opened his arms, and shouted with great enthusiasm the only thing he remembered in the connection, the word of God with huge power.
"xNima"
Angmar's figure suddenly tilted, and his "corpse" in his arms almost fell.
What did that troll just say?
Why do I seem to have heard a national curse?