Rise of the blood elves

316【Priest Hatu】

"Wei, great Loa, please forgive me for my offense. I have no intention of disturbing you. I, I, I"

The red-haired troll kneeling on the ground was trembling and speaking incoherently.

In Angmar's ghost vision, the troll's fire of life was very weak, just like an ordinary person, not at all like the strength that a priest of Bwonsamdi should have.Although the cracks of the fingernails are filled with voodoo dust required for many rituals, and even the nails have changed color and are difficult to wash off. It can be seen at a glance that they often assist the official priests in performing rituals to communicate with the souls of the dead, but it seems that there is nothing I haven't grasped the essence of it either.

"You are still the first troll who dares to break into the forest and tell you your purpose." Angmar said coldly.

The red-haired troll swallowed and stuttered: "I, I heard that the souls of the ancestors were all killed..."

"Rescued," he paused before finding the right words, "my parents were killed by the night elves a few years ago. I, I have been worshiping them, but they never responded to me, so I I I just wanted to look for them here.”

So you become a crappy priest of the dead in order to communicate with them?Angmar thought.

"You should know that no one can set foot in this forest without my permission. Including your king."

The young red-haired troll hurriedly bowed down:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, I just, just"

"You have 10 minutes."

Angmar shook his head helplessly, gave the red-haired troll a weak hold, took out a ball of soul breath, let go of his senses, and started searching among the thousands of dead souls wandering in the forest.

Seeing this, the red-haired troll knew that the god had not only forgiven him for his rashness, but was also ready to help him fulfill his wish. He bowed down again and praised him gratefully.

"Thank you for your generosity, thank you for your generosity"

Angmar ignored him, and after a while, he found two dead souls with similar auras, and then exuded his own inexplicable aura, just like summoning thousands of dead souls from the Hades a few days ago, and directly summoned them Attracted.

As the dead souls approached, Angmar suddenly noticed something strange.

Their eyes are hollow and their mouths are wide open. They are not able to move as freely as normal dead souls. They even maintain their sanity when they were alive. Their spirits are also blurry, as if they can be blown away by a gust of wind.

Angmar glanced at the expectant red-haired troll and sighed secretly.

Having been with the dead souls for so long, he has long been accustomed to examples like this.Among the dead souls who were attracted to the forest, only a few remained intact. Most of them had their souls drained and became mindless wandering souls. They were unable to think and respond to external stimuli. They were only driven by instinct and died after death. A place where spiritual energy is relatively peaceful and strong, wandering aimlessly.

"Dad, Mom"

As soon as the red-haired troll saw the two dead souls, mist filled his eyes, he ran over and crawled on the ground, and stood three meters away from his parents' spirit bodies and howled loudly.Three meters is the safest distance for face-to-face contact between the living and the dead. No matter how close it is, unless proper voodoo rituals are performed in advance, not only the living will be affected by the energy of the dead, but the dead will also be affected by the life force of the living. of burning.

"After so long, after so long I finally found you."

While crying, the red-haired troll suddenly realized something was wrong, wiped away his tears, and looked up at his parents.

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you say anything?" Anxiously, he stepped within three meters, and her parents' spirits immediately began to burn, scaring him so much that he hurriedly retreated.

"Look at me, dad, mom, it's me, don't you recognize me?"

When the word Hatu was finally mentioned, the female troll soul frowned slightly and lowered her head in confusion.

The red-haired troll's face was filled with joy. He lifted up the hem of his robe and wiped his face several times, trying to make himself look more natural. He stood in front of his mother, hoping that she would recognize him.But the gaze of the female troll soul only stayed on his face for a few seconds before moving away, returning to its stupid look again.

"No, no no" the red-haired troll sobbed, burying his face in his hands and shrugging his shoulders.Although he is only the lowest aide, he also understands the reason why the soul is in this state.

Bwonsamdi gives strength to living trolls and draws strength from the souls of dead trolls.

Equivalent exchange.

very fair.

All the trolls know.

Over the years, through various channels, he gradually learned that the souls of trolls that entered the underworld could only be protected by priests who had been loyal to Bwonsamdi during their lifetimes and could not be deprived of the power of their souls to maintain their intelligence.The reason why Bwonsamdi is like this is simply because the kingdom of the dead also needs his men to maintain it.

Angmar looked at the crying red-haired troll and listened to the harsh crying, feeling somewhat bitter in his heart.

"Uh ah ah"

Suddenly a girl's cry came from the forest, followed by flames the size of washbasins, quickly attacking the red-haired troll.

It's Elisande, this night elf girl whose family, friends, and classmates all died at the hands of trolls. Her delicate little face is tightly twisted. While thinking about the trolls running away, she keeps throwing out these few days with her hands. A powerful evocation spell just learned from Angmar.

Angmar had already noticed it.

He waved his hand, and all the fireballs dissipated in mid-air. Elisande was also firmly controlled in mid-air by the huge force that emerged out of thin air, locking away his ability to cast spells.

"let me go"

The girl who had been as well-behaved as a sheep not long ago was now surprisingly violent. Even if she was restrained, she would still keep baring her teeth and claws, her eyes bursting with angry flames, and her small silver teeth were almost broken.

"Ellisande" Angmar sighed as he floated to the girl's side.

The girl ignored him and pulled out a small knife from her boot that the troll gave her to use for cutting meat. She threw it towards the red-haired troll and landed weakly on the ground.

"Tila is dead, Navato is also seriously injured and is about to die. I can only watch her go to death. The road ahead is dark. I really need you to tell me how on earth I can save my little sister. I"

The red-haired troll, immersed in pain, was unaware of what was happening here and was still telling his parents who would never respond to him.

"Wow"

I don’t know whether it was the sadness that was aroused, or the depression caused by the failure of revenge, or maybe both. Elisande, who was in extremely complicated emotions, also burst into tears, crying that he had been holding back for several days. All the pain in my heart.

Angmar suddenly frowned and asked, "Tila and Navatu are your family."

The red-haired troll wiped his eyes, turned around, and knelt down and said: "Yes, Supreme Loa. Both of them are my sisters. The dead Tira was eight years old, and the youngest Navatu was only three years old. .After my parents died, I took care of them."

"How did he die? How did he get injured?" Angmar asked again.

"Yes, yes." The red-haired troll glanced in the direction of Zuldazar, and then lowered his body.

Angmar was silent, and his hesitant expression confirmed his previous guess.

The culprit is the "prophet", the big explosion caused by the arrival.

"What's your name"

"Hatu, my name is Hatu."

Angmar glanced at Hattu, and while holding Elisande, who was crying and out of breath, he floated back and said: "Get up, Hattu. If you are willing, I just need a priest."