klisemfg Chapter 620 Moon Spring Water
Chapter 620 Moon Spring Water
I wanted to clarify whether bypassing the troll village would allow me to exit via the cliffside path on the other side of the crevice valley...
So it turns out that even the most respected and knowledgeable troll village chief is a fool.
The troll village has an extreme sense of natural fear and awe towards everything in the rift valley... Village Chief Fang said that the ancestors taught us to revere the animal god, the plant god, the stone, the river, the insects and mushrooms... and to revere the sun, moon and stars.
Reverence for the moon goddess who left the water of the moon well, reverence for the god of light in the darkness... reverence for Mother Earth who created everything, and reverence for the god of darkness who destroyed everything.
Every mountain, every stone, every leaf, every tree, and every blade of grass must not be damaged.
Serve nature, return to nature.
Thus, stone axes, bones, and teeth were the only tools, ores and furs were considered precious items for keeping warm, and hunting was the only sacred way to survive.
Even when gathering wild fruits, one must offer sacrifices and prayers... one dares not take too much.
From one extreme to another of absurdity and ignorance, from primitive barbaric tribes to the hypocritical evil of goblin-hired expeditions, the so-called clash of civilizations is mostly just an imagined hymn of integration sung by well-informed so-called experts...
The reality is it's a life-or-death struggle; you're not hungry, but I am.
Do you have it? I don't...
Give it to me! You...
Despite their hunger and cold, the troll village's awe of their ancestors and the mysterious unknown meant they knew little about the Storm Altar and dared not approach the forbidden zone easily.
The surrounding wild beasts, hyenas, crocodiles in the valley, and the occasional flashes of lightning and roars of beasts in the mysterious realm... were enough to keep the trolls from approaching the edge of the Storm Altar.
The trolls guarded the valley entrance, blocking the outside world's path to the Storm Altar. This not only angered venture capitalists seeking treasure, but also prevented other races from learning about the sacred site of the ancestral altar, including the boar-men, centaurs, harpies, and even the tauren belonging to the Grimtotem...
"Almost every native race in the Barrens has a legend that the souls of their ancestors can be reborn from the Storm Altar... Many years ago, there were precedents of Ascended beings and heroes returning. Evil Death Gods occupied the altar for a time, and they created Death Knights... to wreak havoc on the world."
After talking with the chieftain for a long time, besides hoping to avenge the trolls of the Death God tribe, I also learned this dubious legend.
Lorraine concluded that he still had to find his own way out. These trolls, who spent their days dancing around the fire at home, were lazy and foolish. Without his protection, they wouldn't last long and would soon be wiped out.
These dancing trolls seem to be really useless?
It can only showcase the diversity of life... depicting the apocalyptic state of an ancient dark troll tribe... unwarranted, superstitious, and isolated, the tribe seems like a dead tree.
Guarding the tombs at the foot of Mount Hyjal, where the remains of their ancestors are buried, has become the sole mission and value of the troll village's tomb keepers.
It merely witnessed the last glory of the ancient trolls, which also explains why the night elves became the masters of the world, and how they gradually became an ancient, barbaric, and uncivilized tribe of the old era.
Today, Lorraine happened to pass by and casually took in the remnants of this troll village. They instantly became incredibly energetic, shouting about revival, revenge, and resurrection... It could be considered a blessing from heaven, an arrangement by their adoptive father...
The Death Tribe is about to break out of the crevice canyon.
We can't wait any longer!
With a strong and well-equipped army, what is there to fear?
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"and many more!"
"Don't you have any special treasures? Didn't your ancestors leave you any secret methods to protect yourselves? Sacred artifacts or anything like that..."
"What baby?"
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"Gold, gems, unique formulas? Rare and exotic beasts... artifacts left behind by our ancestors?"
The village chief, who had transformed into a spirit beast, rolled his eyes when he heard Lorraine's seemingly casual question. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and pulled out a bottle from somewhere.
“Lord Death, I have a bottle of Moon Spring water passed down from our ancestors… The prophecy recorded by our ancestors said that when we are in dire straits, we can put it on the ancestral altar to summon the savior. But we dare not approach the sacred path. In the past, the strongest hunters in our tribe would challenge the altar every year, but none of them have returned. They took away the last of the Moon Spring water that our tribe had kept. This is the last small bottle.”
The trolls are so poor, they can only afford to dance...
After Lorraine's guidance, the old patriarch understood and offered up the last treasure of his clan that he had kept hidden away.
"The last bottle?"
"Moon Spring Water!"
He took the small bottle; the antique-looking crystal bottle indeed contained a powerful magical liquid—this must be a treasure. As the tribe's god, Lorraine naturally and without hesitation accepted the divine object offered by the chieftain.
Lorraine remarked that her teacher was right; one must have thick skin to eat enough.
If he hadn't asked, the old man really would have used Lorraine, this so-called Grim Reaper, as a pawn with just a few words...
Although he didn't know if the water in the small bottle was a trick by a charlatan, judging from his newly enhanced magical perception and the colorful appearance of the crystal bottle, the Moon Spring water seemed to contain extremely pure and powerful magical power.
According to the legends told by the teacher, the ancestors of the night elves were a group of dark trolls who were influenced by the waters of the Well of Eternity, which caused them to evolve into night elves, gaining wisdom and power and establishing a new civilization.
The Kaldorei Night Elf Empire and the Quel'Thalas High Elf Empire of Silvermoon City, both later, were related to the Well of Eternity. Among the Night Elves who worship the moon goddess Elune, the Well of Eternity was also known as the Moonwell.
The Sunwell, built by the arrogant Highborne, is another form of deliberate arrogance.
It's actually the same thing...
After examining it carefully for a long time, Lorraine suspected that this small bottle of spring water might actually be water from the sacred Well of Eternity...
If it truly is something like the seven vials of magical well water that the demon hunter Illidan kept hidden away, then even a small vial could create a Sunwell that blood elves crave.
Three bottles are enough to create a second Well of Eternity in the lake atop Mount Hyjal, resurrect the World Tree, and grant the Night Elves a blessing, making them nearly immortal...
Lorraine appears to have obtained a divine treasure that only that man possesses.
This was an unexpected surprise. The great lich Kel'Thuzad, who had been lost years ago, was resurrected in lich form for the first time because Arthas forcibly placed the remains of the archmage Kel'Thuzad into the Sunwell in Silvermoon City, which allowed the great lich to be resurrected successfully.
Perhaps this is destiny guiding us...
The transformation of the troll village into the Death Clan seems like a sign from the god of fate...
The necromancer Lorraine, having descended from his pedestal, was in high spirits, seemingly having forgotten about Lilith and his teacher again...
"If it's really Moon Spring water, then it truly has the power to bring the dead back to life! I've obtained the treasure that everyone wants... Haha, Old Chen, you brought me here, so this is the wonderful gift you received?"
Lorraine touched the bamboo flute around his neck... and he smiled.
It was that familiar, eerie chuckle of the male undead...
Death is grinning wickedly...
The troll in its black panther spirit beast form, with its long fangs, silently watched the new god it had chosen...
What it was thinking, no one knew. No one even knew if this spirit beast was still the original troll leader who had led the villagers in a death charge for their survival...
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"If Lord Death can help us see the light of day again, then we know that the Tiger God's remains are still guarded by our tribe. Only I know where they are..."
"Oh? You mean, the remains of God? Not here?"
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“Yes, my lord. We migrated here, or rather, we were forced here step by step. Our people were driven out and persecuted. We hope that you, Lord Death, will save our people and our village. As the last priest of the Broken Spear, I am willing to offer everything... including the remains of the Tiger God, and the information I know about the Loa's relics... to take you to our true ancestral land on the other side of Mount Hyjal. There should be the oldest Moon Well there…”
"It's a deal, you worship me as a god... I feel a little embarrassed. Um, if there's a chance, I'll take you back to the ancestral altar. Didn't you say someone took away the Moon Spring water from the past? That stuff must be something valuable! I'll help you get it back..."
"Yes, but we can't get in. Ever since the Storm God appeared, no one has been able to enter the divine altar... The dense fog and lightning block those who approach; getting caught in them will only result in being burned to bones..."
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"Is that so? Let's take it slow and consider this carefully!"
The village chief's words inexplicably excited Lorraine... Just as he was about to set off, the black panther in its spirit beast form, Fang, suddenly transformed into a beam of light and pounced directly at his wrist...
Before Lorraine could react to the sudden accident, the spirit beast burrowed into his hand bones, leaving a Puma or Ferrari logo on the back of his withered right hand bone...
It is a mark in the shape of a leopard.