klisemfg Chapter 619 Venture Capital Firm
Chapter 619 Venture Capital Firm
According to the village chief Black Panther & Fang... the last hermit and chieftain of the Broken Spear tribe.
The dancing trolls here number no more than two hundred, men, women, and children combined. Adult males seem to have short lifespans; they are often captured or killed in battle due to hunting or harassment from intruders...
The trolls have not retained much of their sorcery and traditional arts, but the dark curse continues to haunt the last bloodline of these pure dark trolls, forgotten by the world.
Deprive them of their powerful vitality...
They love to dance because dancing helps them forget their troubles. In the burning campfire, the village chief sprinkles a magic potion made from special herbs, and the swirling smoke puts the villagers into a blissful state, making them forget everything, including hunger and pain.
The troll villagers believe that by imitating animal spirits through dance during sacrificial rituals, they can communicate with their ancestors and gods. This seems to be the routine and custom of shamanistic rituals.
The village chief may not be able to lead his people to a life of abundance, but he can easily keep them united in spirit and maintain their traditions.
No matter how Lorraine looked at it, it seemed like they were drinking poison to quench their thirst... self-deception, inhaling some kind of hallucinogen, and the whole village was inadvertently filled with an aura of death... Trolls liked to dance and worship in front of the tombs of their mummy ancestors in the temple, which was quite like dancing on the grave.
Their unwavering commitment to and belief in ancient traditions is the spiritual pillar that sustains this tribe's survival.
May our ancestors protect us... Our ancestors are already asleep in their tombs, almost turned to ashes.
All that remained were the nearly decaying strips of cloth covered in magical runes from the mummy's body...
If it weren't for the relentless advance of the invading goblins and expeditions, the troll village would have maintained this false peace for who knows how many more years, until it completely disappeared into some unknown corner.
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The Altar of Storms sank underground, then rose again from the ground following the explosion of the Well of Eternity, but never fully rose again...
Until the World Tree fell in recent decades, the descendants of the dark trolls who had been wandering along the valley at the foot of Mount Hyjal settled down near the great relics of their ancestors.
Making a living by fishing and hunting seems pretty good, doesn't it?
In reality, their livelihood depended on the weather, they risked their lives, had low productivity, and could not support a large population.
Even if the trolls weren't weakened by the Dark Curse, their lifespan drastically shortened, and they hadn't lost the protection of the Beast God, rendering them unable to use some traditional shamanic magic, they still lived cautiously in the dangerous, secluded, hidden rift valleys...
Everyone says they want to go back to the countryside to enjoy a secluded, monastic life, but in reality, it's just about experiencing the so-called novelty.
Only when you truly live in a paradise, experiencing a life of abundance and stability, will you understand the hardships of wilderness survival and the pain of living hand to mouth when you pick up a hoe and a spear.
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What kind of curse is it exactly?
The village chief couldn't quite explain why the trolls had lost their fighting power. The ancient myths and legends passed down through generations had likely led to a situation where descendants struggled to understand the original meanings of some ancient spells and symbols, perhaps misinterpreting them, misunderstanding them, overcomplicating them, or oversimplifying them...
Curses and such are unimportant!
Most importantly, Dustin the Dog, the Storm God has descended...
Old Chen, the Pandaren Brewmaster and owner of Stormwind Tavern, has appeared in the mist. He helped the residents of Troll Village drive away invaders, but he never communicates with the trolls. He comes and goes in the mist, mysterious and eerie.
The more this was the case, the more the trolls hiding at the entrance to the crevice valley believed that it was a god descended from the ancestral land of the Storm Altar who had saved the pitiful old, weak, sick, and disabled of the troll village.
Even gods have their own things to do and don't have much time to concern themselves with the lives of ants...
Moreover, these are rare, living pandas who have been mistaken for human beings by ignorant people.
Although Old Chen is nicknamed the Pandaren Brewmaster, his combat prowess is exceptional, and his style is unique. The Eastern Monk is a mysterious, powerful, and religiously significant profession. Outsiders find it hard to imagine what real Pandaren are like, and they can understand that Monks are ordinary people who have practiced for many years. They might use their own imagination and deity worship to create a nested image, recognizing Old Chen as the Storm Guardian.
Lorraine, who had met Old Chen once, was clearly very different from the Pandaren in style, looking like an evil necromancer.
The trolls were willing to accept Lorraine as the Grim Reaper, both in terms of force and spirit.
The seemingly far-fetched and fantastical reason is that Lorraine, who originally just wanted to leave the mysterious rift left by the earth's fissures many years ago, inexplicably received the mysterious troll village blocking his way. Could this be considered fate and Old Chen's wish?
Once you accept believers and enjoy their worship, you are responsible for them.
The old village chief lost his physical body and, in the form of a spirit beast, submitted to Lorraine.
Without Lorraine needing to say much, he casually resurrected a dead mummy, preparing for the trouble that might follow. As a result, the trolls became inexplicably excited... their fanaticism for the evil god was reignited, and the frustrated trolls renamed themselves the Death God's Tribe...
The name "Death Tribe" is clearly more prestigious and impressive than those of Shattered Spear, Dark Spear, Laughing Skull, Withered Tree, and Cracked Tooth Trolls...
With Lorraine, a living true god, the village chief was ecstatic, and the once desolate and half-destroyed troll village suddenly came alive. With the addition of the mummy, these strange, soulless puppets, these seemingly light and airy bandaged ancient corpses...
Their power was immense, with virtually no weaknesses, except perhaps for their fear of fire... They were both guardians and proof of Lorraine's divine power, and the villagers quickly mobilized... In less than half a day, without Lorraine's order, the troll village had undergone a complete transformation...
It has transformed into a somewhat imposing troll stronghold, no longer just some thatched huts and simple wooden houses...
The village chief also earnestly requested Lorraine to bless the deceased...
Blessing?
He turned to look at his three malevolent death knight commanders, along with burning flaming skeletons, snarling skeletal beasts, and wooden troll mummy warriors...
Lorraine was speechless...
Whom can my army of death bless? More likely, it will bring destruction.
What blessing will be bestowed?
Aside from burning, killing, and looting, the foot men (traditional Chinese men who travel by foot) never did anything worthwhile; at most, they served as security guards or scouts...
The village chief probably noticed Lorraine's predicament...
His first words were a plea for Lorraine to save the fallen troll villagers from evil. Lorraine was puzzled; they were already dead, what did they care? The village chief explained that the trolls' souls originally belonged to Bwonsamdi. These wandering troll tribes, having lost their territory and ancestral temple, weren't afraid of dying in battle, but rather of their souls not receiving blessings after death and becoming evil spirits...
Trolls believe that they are reborn as animals after death; to become a predator is considered lucky and noble, while being reborn as an ordinary insect or snake is also a blessing...
A strange belief, I don't understand it, but I respect it...
After a long conversation, the black panthers finally revealed their true thoughts: they hoped that Death could help them deal with the harassment from the venture capital firm, take revenge, and seize their wealth in return.
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You should have told me earlier!
It's too difficult to persuade people to do good, and hoping for world peace is even more of a pipe dream...
Lorraine was very good at and used to leading his underlings into fights.
Can a tribe be called a tribe if it doesn't fight?
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"You're saying the underground city is the headquarters of venture capital firms? They're digging tunnels all over the place at the same time, how many people do they have?"
"I don't know..."
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"what?"
"At first, the goblins said they wanted to do archaeology, wanted to pass through our village chief, and even hoped to establish a transit station in our village. In order to avoid them disturbing our ancestors and to prevent them from entering the ancestral altar, we refused the goblin expedition team."
"Soon, the second group came with fire-breathing pipes and devilish iron balls that would destroy our home in an instant."
"Humans...seized our children and forced us to make way. If it weren't for the Storm God, our village would have been taken over by them long ago."
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"The Storm God has only appeared once. He brought fog that covered the outer perimeter, but strangers still appeared outside the village. We know they won't give up."
"Thankfully, you have arrived."
"Lord Death, the reinforcements you've brought, the resurrected ancestors, will revive our Death Tribe. Give the order, and I will lead my people to fight for you... Their underground city blocked the exit from the rock wall, the goblins sealed off the exit, we had no choice..."
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"I see..."
Feeling somewhat tired, Lorraine unconsciously adjusted the Mirror of Truth on her forehead, which the village chief couldn't see. The tint of her sunglasses had faded to almost transparent...