Angmar has no need for so-called priests.

Because he has no idea of ​​becoming the new Loa of the trolls.

Facts have long proven that everything he did in ancient times will replace the original timeline and have a profound impact on future generations. Under such a premise, if it is necessary to contact some forces that are innately capable of influencing the direction of world history,

, Angmar had to be cautious in his words and actions.

For example, the Zandalari tribe encouraged the Amani Trolls to launch a war against the high elves and humans. What if the butterfly effect caused by themselves changed the war and affected the history of their existence ten thousand years later? A time paradox

Under this situation, Angmar really didn't know what terrible consequences would happen.

He regretted it now. He shouldn't have been so high-profile when he "came" to Zuldazar. The only thing he wanted to do was to get his "body" intact from the hands of those loa, and then leave this place as soon as possible, according to the illusion

What should be done according to the "established facts" presented. Regarding the trouble that has been caused...

Neither did he.

Angmar needed an errand runner to bring food and drinks for Elisande from outside. With a hint of guilt, this guy who rashly broke into the forest was fortunate enough to become the first troll favored by the prophet.

…

On his first day as the "high priest" of the Prophet, Hattu spent his time in fear.

He didn't understand that the prophet not only forgave him for his crime of trespassing on the god's territory, but also gave him a status that he could not even imagine.

After appeasing the ghosts of his parents and leaving the Prophet's Forest, when the princes and nobles guarding the outside learned about this, they regarded him as a saint-like existence and humbly asked him to convey the troll's prayers to the great prophet.

Surrounded by the stars and the moon, Hatu felt at a loss.

The Zandalari leader prepared a mansion for him in the upper city, sent the most outstanding witch doctors to treat Navatu's injuries, and left him with wealth that Hatu could not earn in hundreds of lifetimes, and equipped him with hundreds of servants.

.

Hatu was very happy. He went to the slums in the lower city at night and gave some money to his neighbors who were also affected by the disaster. After returning to the magnificent mansion, Hatu calmed down from the sudden happiness and realized

wrong.

Early the next morning, more than a dozen robberies occurred in the slums, and the victims were all his former neighbors.

Hattu was sad.

With the help of his servants, he put on the luxurious clothes that only existed in dreams. Hatu felt uneasy and followed the morning worship procession to the Forest of the Prophet. Bearing in mind the instructions of the tribal council, and following the instructions of the prophet yesterday, he carried a person

rations of food and water before going to meet the Prophet.

What greeted Hatu was the fireball of the night elf girl. The prophet stopped her and rejected all the troll's prayers. He asked Hatu to tell King Hakon that only priests of the dead could be sent to supervise the souls of the dead. Statues were not allowed to be erected, and no worship or prayers were allowed.

Propagate faith, let alone form a faith organization, as if there is no Loa like a prophet.

In addition, the prophet asked the trolls to properly resettle all victims of the explosion in the name of the Zandalari tribe.

Hattu was deeply moved. Loa had never been so generous and kind before. But he was also confused. When he left, he met the soul of Tira. Tira told him that he lived peacefully in the Forest of the Prophet, and that the prophet had no intention of doing so.

Interfering with the freedom of the dead, he also managed to allow the souls tortured by Bwonsamdi to rest in peace.

Later, his parents, who had regained their consciousness, appeared next to Hattu. They were very happy to see their son becoming famous.

Hatu's eyes filled with tears, and he planned to seek the prophet's approval after Navatu became wise and bring his little sister here to worship the souls of his family and reunite with his family.

After praying tearfully in the direction of the Prophet, Hattu left the forest.

He conveyed the prophet's will to the tribal council, and although they were equally confused, they obeyed and promised.

On the way back, Hatu had a sudden impulse and imitated the behavior of the night elf girl, reaching out and pushing forward.

A huge fireball suddenly appeared and blew away the earthen wall of the pigsty on the roadside.

Hattu was knocked unconscious by a speeding sow on fire.

The followers took the pig back to the pigsty, paid the money, and carried Hattu back home.

That night, Hattu ate smoked sow ribs.

good smell.

On the third day, the tribal council sent Hatu to the west gate of Zuldazar, and he once again entered the forest carrying food for one person.

There are only dead souls in the forest, and the treehouse is empty.

The prophet took the night elf girl away.

Hatu felt disappointed.

He made up his mind to promote the prophet's fraternity among his people, take good care of this forest, and wait for the return of this great Loa!

…

"Outsider, are you leaving right now?"

In the Garden of the Loa Spirits, all the Loa asked Angmar as they watched the soul return to its place and stood up.

Bwonsamdi stayed behind closed doors and chose to retreat in front of this outsider. The trolls needed a new god of death to maintain order in the kingdom of the dead and continue the past traditions.

Angmar nodded.

Even though this body has been repaired by the Loa and is far better than before, it is completely unable to match the omnipotence of the soul state, which makes Angmar feel even more uncomfortable.

He lost the ability to sense terror covering dozens of kilometers in radius, lost his powerful spiritual power, and became a blind man restricted by weak senses. But he had a strange feeling that as long as he wanted to, he could get rid of the limitations of the body.

Showing his soul state again...

Angmar squeezed his eyes to adapt to the change in color, looked towards the forest to the southeast, pretended to be aloof, and said leisurely: "Actually, I shouldn't disturb the fate of the mortal race, but seeing the souls of the dead deeply affected by it...

I really can't bear the killing. I have set up a barrier around the forest so that the dead souls will not disturb any living people."

After saying this, he nodded in greeting and walked out.

"Outsiders, I have one last question to ask." Lezan's rich voice came from behind.

Angmar stopped when he heard this.

"Say it."

Laizan thought for a moment and then said:

"Recently, I have felt the terror of the world. Even when Kithix led the insect men to sweep across Kalimdor, nature has never produced such a cry... It seems that there is a threat that cannot be ignored brewing in the distant unknown.

.Can you clear up the fog of the future for us?”

Angmar frowned, and his heart suddenly pounded. Lazan was one of the most powerful loa believed by the trolls. He had extraordinary abilities, and he did not dare to ignore what he said.

Could it be that Azshara has begun to contact the Burning Legion?

No, the earliest illusion showing me forging Flamestrike was clearly before the War of the Ancients. I haven't even gone to the Night Elf Empire yet, so it's impossible to stage such a drama in advance.

After a while, he realized that natural spirits like Lazan must have foreseen future threats through their deep connection with nature.

Thinking like this, he took steps and said leisurely:

"I said, I am just a traveler of time. No one can stop the rolling torrent of time. When the result appears...it will appear on its own."

Under the eyes of all the Loa, Angmar slowly left the Garden of Loa Spirits.

…

Outside the garden, Angmar smiled at little Elisande, who looked at him in surprise, "Let's go, little Elisande, I hope you still remember the teleportation location of Suramar City."

Elisande looked at him for a while, then accepted the fact that the "Prophet" had returned to the incarnation, and shook his head in response.

"What about other places within the Night Elf Empire?"

Elisande shook his head again, "I...I haven't learned the teleportation spell yet."

Angmar was stunned, scratched his chin, estimated the distance of this long journey, and said to the park guard on the side:
Chapter completed!