The sky turned white, the first ray of dawn broke through the darkness, and the ancient Zandalari mountains were awakened.

Insects chirped and birds chirped, mountains roared and tsunami swept through the forest, and the roaring sound echoed through the sky.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, and all forces became more and more nervous.

Because it would take eight to ten hours for Bwonsamdi's best priest riding a pterodactyl to come from the Hades in the northern region of Nazmir, where the blood trolls are raging. Calculating the time, it should be almost there——

If they come.

King Hakon ordered the army to set up a defense line outside the "Prophet Forest" to prevent anyone from being involved in possible battles, and stopped a large number of caravans that were traveling overnight.

The army blocked the west gate, and the priests used voodoo magic to summon a mist to protect the entire city wall from being affected. King Hakon and the leaders of the other tribes stared intently from the throne platform at the top of the city.

In the "Prophet Forest", no one spoke to break the silence, and the silence was audible.

The Garden of the Loa Spirit is closed, and believers and priests who come here for pilgrimage are strictly prohibited from going out at will.

The Loas who were repairing the incarnation of the "Prophet" gradually stopped communicating and discussing with each other, and focused more and more on the forest dozens of kilometers away in the southeast. Their mental power kept sweeping across the north.

The sky is waiting for dawn.

Zuldazar…

Ever since the trolls moved away from Nazmani, their birthplace, due to the outbreak of the blood plague, they came to these mountains and expanded this magnificent temple city based on the pyramid of the third seal. Zuldazar's

The atmosphere has never been so tense.

Because this is a battle between gods and gods.

Time passed minute by minute in tension.

Just like a god holding a paintbrush, he is constantly applying white paint on the black canvas that is upside down above the earth and dotted with stars and bright moon. The darkness is gradually diluted, turning into dim gray and pale white.

The brazier on the city wall was no longer the only source of light in the darkness. It gradually went out as no one added fuel to the fire.

Sunrise.

The outline of the mountains in the east began to turn fiery red. In the steaming and wavy air, a bright sun slowly climbed to the top of the mountains, spreading its blazing light to everything.

Its daybreak.

Bwonsamdi did not come, nor did his most loyal priests.

Faced with this new Loa who came to Zuldazar in an invincible state and faced the bottom-line challenge of stealing souls and seizing the source of power, the troll Death chose to remain silent.

…

"An era has come to an end."

King Hakon looked towards the distant north and sighed.

"The martial law has been ordered to be lifted. Are the sacrifices ready?"

A guard bowed and replied:

"Ready, Your Majesty."

King Hakon nodded when he heard the words, and glanced at the members of the tribal council one by one. These small tribal leaders, whose status was far inferior to that of the dual leaders of the Zandalari tribe and the Zul Empire, gave up their mutual support after the war between the night elves broke out.

After the disputes ended, they once again joined the urgently formed tribal council to eliminate the threat of invasion.

At this time, they had different expressions.

Trolls have diverse beliefs, but there is always one god who dominates a certain tribe. For example, the Atali tribe lives in the dense forest east of Zuldazar and lives by hunting. They mainly believe in hunting.

God Velociraptor Gonk.

But without exception, Bwonsamdi has an influence that cannot be ignored among all tribes. This is not only due to the importance that troll culture attaches to the dead, but also because he is the master of the dead, and his domain is all giants.

The place where the demon soul returns.

Bwonsamdi's silence is reasonable. The "Prophet" is indeed too powerful; unexpectedly, it is almost equivalent to giving up the position of the troll Death God who has been in control for six thousand years.

From now on, these tribal leaders must consider how to please the new God of Death and get along with him.

"Come on, let's go worship this..."

"The new Grim Reaper."

After saying that, King Hakon stretched out his arms, ordered his attendants to put on the luxurious and elegant ceremonial clothes, and took the lead to step off the high platform.

…

"As expected." Shadra, the mother of poisonous spiders, sneered and continued to return her attention to the avatar.

Lezan and Gonk looked at each other and said nothing.

…

Bwonsamdi's low-level priests left the forest feeling lost. Bwonsamdi had used their eyes to silently see everything that happened at night.

The soul surrounds the "prophet", and no matter what method is used, it cannot be extradited back to Hades.

Unless more violent means are used.

But Bwonsamdi did not order his priests in this way, and the low-level priests did not dare to do so, because doing so would offend the "prophet".

…

In the "Prophet Forest", Angmar in the spiritual barrier is teaching Elisande, who has just had breakfast, to learn basic magic.

The unheard-of spells are far away, the unseen spell-casting techniques, and the arcane knowledge displayed by Angmar, which has been summarized and deepened by the great magisters of Quel'Thalas, opened the eyes of this girl from the era of arcane enlightenment.

During the study, the girl seemed to have changed as a person, completely out of the shadow of the past, becoming lively, smart and energetic.

"No, the method is wrong. Over-reliance on the magic power of the Well of Eternity will only become your weakness. You should learn to make greater use of the energy of the magic network and the arcane energy floating in the air to construct spells. In this way, when

If you stay away from the Well of Eternity, your spellcasting ability will not be weakened too much."

Angmar said very kindly, gently opened his palm, and a ball of flame burned blazingly. After a while, it changed silently and turned into an ice cube with a cold breath. How to get rid of the sunwell and cast spells independently is a question for everyone.

A required course for high elf and blood elf mages.

But obviously, their ancestors, who were favored by God and had no fear ten thousand years ago, did not attach great importance to these things.

The girl lowered her head, frowned and pondered for a moment. When she opened her hands again, a flame made almost entirely of the energy of the magic network appeared in her palms.

"You are very talented," Angmar, with the flames in his eyes, was amazed. He knelt down and looked at Elisande seriously. "In fact, you are so talented. I have never seen anyone better than you.

What a smart little mage."

At least, he is much more talented than me, Angmar added in his mind.

The girl holding the fireball blushed and finally smiled.

Angmar suddenly blinked, stood up and looked behind him, his sight seemed to have penetrated the barriers of the forest. In his perception, a huge team of trolls was walking towards the forest, kowtowing three times at a time, and stopped at

At the edge of the forest, a dazzling array of exquisite products are placed in sequence in a ceremonial sense, worshiping them endlessly.

"Great Loa, please listen to the call of the trolls..." The leader of the troll ruler shouted loudly.

Elisande carefully observed Angmar's profile. Unknowingly, she had become somewhat dependent on this powerful but approachable stranger who could not only take care of her own emotions, but also use magical tricks to conjure up magic cakes.

People.

"Sir...what's wrong?" Noticing Angmar's pensive look, Elisande asked anxiously, looking helpless like a child who was afraid of losing his last support.

Angmar turned around and smiled:
Chapter completed!