Rise of the blood elves

307【You can call me...prophet】

With that said, Angmar let go of his perception and prepared to check the surrounding scene.

But what happened next shocked him. His spiritual tentacles were like a tsunami, rapidly expanding towards the end of his field of vision, encompassing dozens of kilometers in radius.

In the soul state, his perception ability is magnified a hundred times.

This is such a wonderful feeling, it's hard to describe

"It's unbelievable. Is it possible that the soul of a time traveler is really so special? The most important thing to rely on for love is the soul. It can only be revealed after death. But who would want to die if they have nothing to do?" Angmar murmured to himself, looking towards The troll.

In the ghostly vision, in addition to the gloomy black and white tones of the world, each of the trolls lying on the ground, trembling, had a small fire burning in their bodies.

The flames may be strong or weak. The priest's flame is usually stronger than that of ordinary soldiers, especially the high priest and the king-like troll lying at his feet. It almost takes up the entire chest.

It seems that this should be something like the fire of life, which represents the intensity of their life and may also reflect their mental state to a certain extent.Because as far as the eye could see, all the flames had a hint of black and purple, which seemed to fit their current panic.

Angmar looked at the Loa again.

They are like blazing bonfires. Rezan, who symbolizes courage and strength, is a ball of orange-red flames in the shape of a Devil Rex, and Bwonsamdi, the god of death, is an erratic blue ghost fire, which is extremely weird.

The powerful feeling of knowing everything made Angmar extremely intoxicated, almost immersed in it and unable to extricate himself.

No wonder these loa from far away were alarmed, he thought to himself.

Lezan took a step forward and answered Angmar's original question vigorously:

"Outsiders, the mortals we protect, do not intend to disturb your sleep. This is just a failed attempt. They have paid their due price. Please release those innocent souls."

After hearing this, the Troll High Priest, who had survived the disaster, immediately began to pray humbly:

"Please forgive our recklessness. We just wanted to reveal the nature of this world, but we summoned you in the ceremony. You have already punished us. Please don't hurt innocent people anymore."

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Angmar frowned.

What summoning ritual can tear apart the barriers of the physical world and summon me out of the turbulence of time?

He didn't think anyone in the world could do this, so he concentrated his mind and began to explore the "ritual" the other party mentioned.

Soon, he noticed the magical aura left in the nearby space.

One of them was primitive and mysterious, reminding him of the voodoo spell cast by the Darkspear Troll Shadowhunter Lorkan during the Battle of Mount Hyjal.This aura should be the remnants of the voodoo ritual that the Zandalari troll just performed.

The other is arcane magic that he is extremely familiar with.

There are indeed mages among the trolls, but they seem to be quite rare among the Zandalari tribe, which has an orthodox heritage and mainly relies on reverent worship of Loa in exchange for strength. Most of their spellcasters are another version of druids or shapeshifters. Ordinators, and an extremely large number of witch doctors.

Sure enough, he didn't detect any traces of arcane energy on these trolls, and turned his attention to the night elf captives.

They were both men and women, and without exception, they were all tightly tied and covered in blood. Not only were the new injuries covering the old ones that might have been caused by long-term torture, but their mana was also completely exhausted, and they were in extremely poor condition.Needless to say, arcane magic must come from the night elves dressed as these mages.

Possible

Angmar had new questions.

After the Earth Shattered, the Cenarion Circle implemented an extremely strict ban on magic due to fear of being bitten by a snake for ten years. After Dath'Remar traveled east to establish the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, in the mainstream night elves society, There are very few mages left.Because they were spurned by their own tribe, most of them wandered away.Some went to Dalaran, while others lived in seclusion around the world.

Could it be that the Zandalari trolls took away the Dire Maul and captured a large group of mages from it?

The arcane energy in the bodies of these night elf mages is very pure and is not affected by any evil energy. This is completely different from the night elves in Dire Maul who rely on absorbing the evil energy of the ancient demon Immortar to survive.

No matter where these night elves came from, they probably did not come from the mainstream night elves under the rule of the Cenarion Council.

Although there were still many doubts in his heart, Angmar was still prepared to follow what the other party said and release the souls that he had accidentally sucked.

He didn't want to make enemies, especially when these potential enemies were extremely powerful natural spirits.

Angmar has just gotten out of the predicament and has not yet figured out the truth of the matter. He just wants to find a way to return to his body as soon as possible and then return to Quel'Thalas.It would be bad if Onyxia really used the Stormwind Kingdom's participation in the war to break into the coalition of races.

Furthermore, this sudden sense of power frightened even him. All his previous actions were based on instinct. Although he seemed powerful, Angmar knew that if he really cornered these Loa, he would be attacked in groups. , I am afraid that if I have not adapted to the state of my soul, my end will be very miserable.

Fortunately, as soon as his mind moved, the troll souls that had been sucked into his body came out one after another and returned to their "corpses".

The whole process is as simple as moving your fingers, not as difficult as you think.

Laizan waited for Loa to completely let down his guard.Bwonsamdi, the God of Death, stared at Angmar with twinkling eyes, becoming even more afraid of him.

Some of the less injured trolls woke up after a while, like drowning people who were rescued from the shore, breathing greedily.He stood up and looked around blankly. After seeing Angma suspended in mid-air, he rolled and crawled to the ground and knelt down, thanking him repeatedly.

Angmar noticed that the soul fires in these trolls had all undergone some kind of mutation, and their colors were no longer healthy, as if they had a trace of death because he had taken away some unknown things.

I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to.

Angmar felt apologetic in his heart, but nodded with satisfaction on the surface, and said pretentiously: "Everything has a price. You destroyed my body to walk in the world, and I took away part of your soul as punishment. My anger subsided."

"Thank you for your generosity, great Loa"

The troll high priest burst into tears of gratitude and led the trolls to kneel down again. How dare they expect anything else. If the same thing happened to the Loa they believed in, the punishment would definitely be much more serious than this.

"You should be glad that it is me who appears here, not an evil existence. Your thirst for knowledge makes me admire. The vast and boundless end contains endless knowledge. The secrets of the six original powers are not incomprehensible. .but"

"Are you ready to face all the difficulties, obstacles, bloodshed, and sacrifices on the long road ahead?"

Angmar's sight swept across the trolls one by one, and his powerful voice echoed through Zuldazar again.

Endless

Six original powers

The trolls silently recited these strange and distant words, with a fanatical light rising in their eyes.

Infinite end, is this the collective name for the universe? What a mysterious word.

The six original powers, could it be that this universe is intertwined by six kinds of powers? Loa, how can the troll look at the sky from a well, and actually think that it is composed of voodoo, nature and the four elements?

This Loa, who even Lezan did not dare to underestimate, must come from a supreme existence outside of Azeroth.Isn't His knowledge what the trolls who were forced into the deep mountains and forests by the night elves have always longed for?

For a god, such words are almost equivalent to an invitation to conclude a contract.

"Supreme Loa, please accept our humblest respect."

The high priest fell to the ground again, and even the troll king knelt down on one knee and lowered his noble head.

Angmar was a little dazed, and secretly thought that he was just boasting a few big words, why was the response so strong? Aren't the things he said all the old facts that everyone has known for a long time? No matter how isolated the Zandalari tribe is, they will not fall behind. Come to this.

All the Loa looked at each other and were surprised by these unheard words.

Immediately afterwards, their eyes showed worry, because Angmar actually spread the faith to their believers in front of them, which was a bit too overbearing.

But judging from Angmar's careless release of thousands of souls that were extremely precious to Bwonsamdi, it seems that he doesn't care about such external things at all.Rather than belief, he seems to be more willing to spread this kind of knowledge that seems very far away and special to Loa like them. In terms of transcendence, it is indeed unmatched by ordinary Loa.

"Outsider, you want to make a pact with the trolls"

Demon Tyrannosaurus Lezan was the first to speak, asking in a slightly wary tone.In fact, it doesn't matter even if this new Loa really does it.Troll culture is very tolerant, with diverse beliefs and gods coexisting harmoniously.Maybe after today, many of their believers will turn to believe in this mind, but similar exchanges of shallow believers happen all the time and will not harm the foundation. They are not too resistant.

Of course, there is another important reason.

This new Loa is too powerful.

"Contract" Angmar searched the words in his mind, shook his head mysteriously and said: "Lezan, equal exchange, getting what each other needs, this is your way, not mine. As far as I am concerned, All these are external things, why should we care about them?”

Lezan was startled and couldn't help but glance at Angmar twice. "Outsider, you seem to be very familiar with us."

Loa is high above, standing on the top of Azeroth. He is the ancestor of all major species. Because of his deep-rooted connection with the world and his eternal life, he can be said to have seen everything in the world.

But today not only did a mysterious visitor come who even they couldn't figure out, this guy also knew everything about them, which gave them all a deep sense of unreality.If someone were to spy on them, they asked themselves, they would not notice anything unless

His height was far beyond their imagination.

Angmar nodded and said:

"I have experienced the universe countless times. The formation of the Pantheon, the ordering of the world, the self-destruction of the Titan Guardians, the alternation of the sun and the moon, the origin of species, everything in the world is coming and going, and you are just a passing passerby. That’s all.”

Lezan was not fooled, with the light of wisdom flashing in his eyes, he carefully examined Angmar's illusory soul. It took him a long time to reveal the matter, and then said: "I apologize to you again on behalf of Zandalari. As compensation, please allow us to help you repair this body."

Angmar was ecstatic in his heart, but his face was calm. He smiled and nodded at Lezan, "Thank you for your generosity, Lezan, the son of the Devilsaur Mother."

"Outsiders, please allow me to ask my own question, where are you from?"

Bwonsamdi, who had been hiding behind Lezan, floated out, narrowed his eyes, and asked in an unprecedented solemn tone.

Angmar looked up at the sky with a far-reaching gaze and said, "I am just an insignificant traveler traveling through the vastness of time and space."

"Ah, it's been too long"

Angmar shook his head and sighed.

"It has been so long that I have forgotten my name. In this life, my incarnation is called Angmar Morning Star."

He paused for a moment and scanned Zhongluoa with his deep eyes.

"Or you can also call me "

"prophet."