"I warned you that your reckless attempts may lead to unknown dangers."

Gonk, the velociraptor god, keeps a close eye on Angmar, constantly moving to find a suitable place to launch a fatal blow.

I don't know how many thousands of years ago, when the first batch of creatures appeared in the already ordered Azeroth, they often became extremely powerful because they were the first to be blessed by the source of life in Azeroth.

In the cycle of life, these natural spirits become more and more majestic, such as Galakrond, the ancestral dragon who nearly destroyed the world;

He is becoming more and more wise, just like the white stag Malorne - because he often hangs around Mount Hyjal, he and a group of nature spirits who are known as wild demigods in later generations are deeply loved by the Titan Guardian Freya.

Because of his love, he was given the ability to travel through the Emerald Dream and get closer to the essence of this world.

In addition, although some other natural spirits were not lucky enough to receive this blessing, they still possess great power comparable to them, and have gained eternal life and extraordinary wisdom over a long period of time.

Those who choose to accept the worship of the trolls and are called "Loa gods" by the trolls are a small part of them.

There are strong and weak Loa gods. The strong ones are like the devil dragon Rezan, the giant turtle Toga, and the death god Bwonsamdi, who often appears as a bone-faced troll, but no one knows his true identity; the weaker ones are

There is the velociraptor Gonk, the pterodactyl Paku...

Due to their different abilities and characteristics, each Loa has various titles similar to "God of Hunting".

Their motivations are different. The wise guide the trolls forward with wisdom, while the greedy exchange the power that mortals dream of in exchange for a favorable living environment, or satisfy their desire for increased power in one way or another.

Loa does not depend on the trolls, but the trolls are almost completely dependent on Loa. Those present include Gonk, the raptor god who spoke previously, and many others who were unable to make it in time because their lairs and altars were far away from Zuldazar.

The Loa who came here have all developed complete belief systems and are deeply rooted in the hearts of the trolls - of course, excluding the three tribes that migrated to various parts of the world in pursuit of the Aqir.

They have moved away from the Zandalari Mountains. Even though there are still believers in Loa in their hometown in this era, they will eventually find Loa who is willing to sign a contract with them as time goes by and can play a substitute role.

Ah, and forget the gods they once believed in. Unless the Loa they originally believed in is powerful enough and is willing to cross half the world to influence the edge of where they are. Bwonsamdi is such an irreplaceable Loa. He is

The god of death that all trolls believe in.

"Outsiders, I can't feel your hostility. But please stop the unprovoked killings. These deaths are enough to punish the trolls who have no intention of offending you. Has your anger not subsided? You have the right to know, more

Lots of loa are coming here, if you don't stop, you have no chance of winning."

There was light flashing in Devilsaur Lezan's eyes, and his rich voice sounded, half threatening, half kindly reminding Angmar.

Angmar frowned, and Lezan's voice with strange magic completely restored his mind that was almost lost during the death process, and he came to his senses.

He began to realize the feat he had accomplished...

The terrifying death vortex was still going on, with a large number of trolls dying every minute and every second. The priest leader who kept worshiping him devoutly, and the troll leader in the crowd behind who gritted his teeth and supported them, could no longer hold on.

Not to mention regular trolls.

Angmar clearly remembered that it was he who caused this horrific scene of destruction...

He looked at the group of Loa who led the priests surrounding him, and could feel the fear in their eyes. It seemed that he was an enemy that even they found extremely difficult.

He raised his head again and glanced at the frozen vortex of gray mist. This thing must be some kind of passage that leads the souls of the dead to the kingdom of the dead, but it was also frozen at will by himself. In a daze, Angmar felt a deep disobedience in his heart.

A sense of harmony.

I was so weak when I was alive, but so powerful after I died. Why did I never realize that I was so powerful?

Angmar cursed, feeling it was unbelievable and unbelievable.

During this period of time, he continued to reveal the mysteries of time in himself, and gradually learned about the "most special soul". But he didn't think it was anything. Since he is a time traveler, his soul must be different from Azeroth.

Native creatures. I didn’t expect that this specialness would be reflected in a place like this.

"What you are saying is all nonsense. You don't think highly of your own believers. Now is there trouble? This guy is taking away my power! I don't have any patience anymore!"

Bwonsamdi, who had a sharp voice, was very angry. As he watched each soul being swallowed by Angmar, he was no longer as mysterious as he was at best, and incomprehensible at worst. He became uncharacteristically anxious.

"etc!"

Ryzan shouted a warning, but Bwonsamdi turned a deaf ear and gave Angmar a hard scratch.

The vortex spinning endlessly around Angmar immediately separated a mist, carrying a large number of souls towards Bwonsamdi, but before they reached the edge of the vortex, they were sucked back. Repeatedly, Bwonsamdi's efforts

All ended in failure. Not only him, but also the expressions of the other Loa suddenly changed, and the fear in their eyes became a bit more.

Along the way, Angmar felt as if he was being pulled by an indescribable force. A tearing pain came from the depths of his soul, and he took a breath of cold air from the pain.

Suddenly, as if under his influence, the speed of the vortex increased several times, and it turned into a terrible storm in an instant. Loa retreated step by step, and huge paving stone slabs were lifted up, and the trolls were like dominoes.

The dominoes generally fall one after another.

Bwonsamdi was startled, swooped behind Lezan, exposed half of his head and looked at Angmar quietly, and said quickly: "To be honest, I regret it."

Lezan glanced at Bwonsamdi in annoyance, angry that the latter's actions had irritated the other party, but he said nothing. He just lowered his body and resisted the storm while accumulating strength and preparing to attack.

The same was true for Gonk. Garni, the slender jaw dragon who was originally observing in the dark, once again escaped into the shadows and disappeared without a trace. Paku, the pterodactyl, was blown around and had to work hard to maintain balance. Spider Shad

Needless to say, only Tokali, the god of direhorns who had just arrived here with a large group of direhorn knights and was still looking surprised, could stand firmly on the spot thanks to his strong limbs.

Angmar looked at this scene and was a little dumbfounded.

Is this still me?

"Great Loa, please forgive our ignorance, please forgive us, forgive us..."

The troll's sacrificial leader tightly grasped the edge of the altar with both hands, and his body was dancing wildly in the storm. Half of his soul had been stripped out, and he was crying and heartbroken.

Angmar's mind moved, and to his surprise, the storm ended as expected.

"I beg your pardon, I am pardoned by you!"

The trolls who survived the disaster fell to their knees.

Seeing Angmar's behavior, the Loa also temporarily stopped their attack preparations.

After organizing his words for a while, Angmar looked down at everything below him indifferently, and said in a cold voice: "Why did you summon me, mortals?"
Chapter completed!