klisemfg Chapter 617 God of Storms
Chapter 617 God of Storms
After seeing the ancestral tombs and temple slabs that the old village chief was so proud of, Lorraine only felt that this troll village was too poor and too low-class...
It was just some immoral bastards who came to kill these poor dancing trolls.
Looking at the trembling, frightened troll woman and child in the corner...
Lorraine looked herself up and down. Am I really that scary?
The three death knights behind him had cold eyes and remained silent. The skeleton beasts and fire minions followed obediently. This time, the troll captives were much more docile.
Under the instructions of the village chief, the black panthers quietly awaited their fate.
"Come, demon. I've said everything I needed to say. Devour my soul. Isn't your only desire to seize the power of the Tiger God's last offspring and become the Child of Death...? I only ask that you, after you devour me, spare these innocent souls. They are of no value to you..."
Lorraine burst into laughter upon hearing this: "Hey, who says they're worthless? Troll women may not be very pretty, but they have good figures. Selling them to the underground city might fetch a good price!"
"Besides, you don't know my abilities. Even if you all die, I can resurrect your corpses as new warriors... In other words, your lives are worthless to me, but your souls and bodies are good nourishment..."
Lorraine let out the sinister, grating laugh typical of necromancers...
The surrounding trolls were all horrified, shrinking back in fear. The old village chief, who had transformed into a black panther spirit beast, suddenly leaped up, shouting, "If you dare lay a hand on my children, I won't let you get away with anything!"
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"Haha, old man, I was just kidding... Relax!"
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Lorraine thought he was being humorous, but in reality, an aura of terror permeated the ancestral temple caves of the Shattered Spear Trolls.
Apart from the hissing of the sparks from Lorraine's burning torch, the surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop...
Lorraine probably felt a little awkward; the atmosphere was cold.
He coughed deliberately, "Well, old man, I just want you to understand one thing: if you don't become stronger, you won't even have the confidence to beg for mercy, and all your threats to the enemy will seem pathetic and laughable..."
Lorraine didn't know why he was teasing the already extremely sensitive troll village chief. Perhaps it was a spontaneous outburst, or perhaps he had experienced a desperate and powerless situation. He touched his nose... a non-existent nose that could still detect a strange, decaying odor.
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"The only treasure I can offer is the last wisp of the Tiger God's power, nothing else! If you truly have no ill intentions, I am willing to sacrifice myself for the safety of my people! In any case, I've long since lived enough..."
"Oh dear, you're so easily teased! Who said I was going to devour you... I've repeatedly told you it was a misunderstanding, I was just passing by! It was rudeness that caused this bloodshed..."
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"Misunderstand?"
The old village chief, no longer a physical body, muttered, "A misunderstanding? My son, my people's lives were lost because of a misunderstanding? The bloodshed committed by the bandits before was also a misunderstanding?"
It seemed to be shedding tears, but unfortunately, the old village chief in his spirit beast form couldn't shed any precious Fool's Tears.
"The previous robbers?"
“The underground city! Those damned goblins... They even collect our teeth, troll sweat, troll blood, and bones. They capture my people to extract some kind of magic essence, claiming it's a divine elixir of alchemy... These evil, short creatures actually call us evil and barbaric barbarians?”
When the topic of bandits came up, hatred and anger flashed in the eyes of the troll village chief and his people.
They originally fished and hunted in the valleys and crevices, but unexpectedly, outsiders came to plunder and kill them. They had no treasures, but they even regarded the sweat of the trolls as treasures... saying that it was an excellent material for witchcraft.
Among the so-called explorers who wield muskets, pilot airships, hot air balloons, and parachutes, there are still people who believe that the troll village must hold treasure.
"Sigh, I told you I was just passing by. I came down from the cliff opposite. Someone said I could only pass through your area. If you hadn't been trying to attack me, I wouldn't have hurt you dance masters at all..."
"Coming down from the Storm Cliffs opposite? The God of Storms? You..."
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The old village chief was very emotional. After finally calming down, he and the villagers were stunned when they heard Lorraine recount that he had come down from the forbidden area on the opposite cliff of the Storm Altar.
"The God of Wind... Storms!"
They were sizing up Lorraine... seemingly mistaking him for the god of storms.
"No, the Storm God is covered in hair, black and white, and round... You only have evil bones, like a demon from hell..."
"Ugh. How rude! I told you not to judge a book by its cover... You mean Old Chen? I know him, we're friends, really. Look, he even gave me a gift."
The trolls stared wide-eyed at the unusual bamboo flute dangling from his chest, filled with shock and regret.
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"He really is a friend of the Storm God..."
"Oh my god, what have we done?"
"We actually attacked God's messenger! We have only ourselves to blame! I'm sorry, I... I made a terrible mistake. The deaths of my people are all my fault. I deserve to die..."
The old village chief has gone mad again. A black panther spirit beast keeps kowtowing to Lorraine, seemingly trying to express its deepest apology.
The resentment in the eyes of the troll villagers who had been captured vanished instantly, and they all bowed their heads and knelt down in worship.
Although they were all captives, their demeanor was vastly different now. They worshipped devoutly, as if they regarded Lorraine as a true god. In the trolls' faith, those who could descend from the Storm Altar were unparalleled powerhouses capable of conquering Mythic+ dungeons, those mysterious and intricate levels being the trials of the gods.
Ancestral Altar, Storm Altar, Path of Faith...
It's like a true testing ground for heroes.
It is said that the Storm Altar can summon heroic spirits, each one a god-like figure, at least a half-health level powerhouse...
In any case, any hero who could emerge from the Storm Altar deserved the worship and respect of the trolls. Even the troll warriors who had been injured and crippled had all lost the resentment and fear in their eyes, as if the pain and injury they had suffered were only natural.
The horror of religion sent chills down Lorraine's spine...
At one moment, he marveled at the power of faith; at another, he felt disgusted and horrified.
"I am not the god of storms!"
“You are not the Lord Chen you speak of, you are…you are a friend of the Storm God, the Lord of Death, the God of Death, the incarnation of Bwonsamdi, the messenger of Enjila, and even the offspring of the Tiger God must bow before you…”
Lorraine touched her nose again, incredulous...
The three death knights behind them shouted proudly, "Lord of Death, the Lord of Death has bestowed upon you death, which is the greatest blessing... Why don't you quickly pray to His Majesty to grant you liberation..."
"Yes, yes, yes... I willingly offer myself to you, Lord of Death, my soul, my body, my loyalty..."
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"We volunteered, we volunteered..."
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"Shut up!"
Lorraine angrily struck the heads of the three talkative death knight commanders with his torch. Godos, Yegosh, and Azaran all lowered their heads, their eyes filled with submission, not resentment.
Lorraine found it all laughable...
“Stand up! No one is worthy of your worship, and I have no need for cowardly souls! If you really want to collect interest for your rudeness, then let your ancestors atone for your sins!”
Driven by inexplicable anger, displeasure, and rage, Lorraine hurled the burning wooden stick high into the air, instantly igniting the depths of the tomb...
The ancestor's mummy was set ablaze. The trolls were initially terrified, but upon noticing Lorraine's cold gaze, they all knelt down, not daring to utter a single word of discontent.
Complete submission, simply because Lorraine claimed to come from the Storm Altar.
And the bamboo flute around her neck...
Do trolls submit to faith, to gods, or to evil forces?
It's hard to say, but the effect is the same anyway.
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As Lorraine watched the mummies in the tomb burst into flames, his mind filled with confusion, the Eye of Ice and the Eye of the Necromancer activated their powers simultaneously, and the flames on all the long-decayed troll mummies suddenly turned into blue ice flames.
This strange blue ice flame not only failed to burn the ancient mummies' bodies, but also made them stand up awkwardly as if their muscles had been activated.
The ancestors have come back to life. In this unassuming tomb, there lie tens of thousands of mummies. No one knows how long the troll village has been hiding here, but the corpses of the ancestors have accumulated to a terrifying number.
This place transformed into a troll mummy's burial pit in just a few minutes...
The ancestors rose, but their eyes were empty, devoid of soul. Lorraine turned and left, and the troll mummies surged out of the tomb, a vast, dark mass...
It seems endless...
"You have already paid the price. From now on, I am your new master... You cannot die easily without my orders!"
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