Chinese Warriors in World of Warcraft

Chapter 567 Clan and Son (24)

"Wojin, don't worry about your son, he is not in Zukunda! That human will help you find him and save him!" Accompanied by an unquestionable voice, a great loa image appeared in Wojin mind.

It was a troll-like image in general, but its expression was as if wearing a ritual mask, very hideous and terrifying.

He is Bwonsamdi, one of the loa gods, but he is not an animal god, but a god who became a god after the death of a powerful troll in ancient times. Asylum.

"My child... is really alive? No, no, I'm not questioning you, great Bwonsamdi, I'm just... so happy!" The troll's belief in the loa gods is unchangeable, and even more so. Let alone the main god of his own clan.

"Your child is alive, Chief of the Darkspear clan." A fierce tiger appeared in Vol'jin's mind.

Vol'jin was taken aback for a moment, then remembered an ancient loa god: "You are the tiger god Silvara?"

"It's me, child. Your child was sent to Zumavi in ​​the south. The Black Panther God told me that he is still alive." Silvara nodded.

Alive, alive!

Wojin was very happy, and the alliance thanked: "Thank you for bringing this news, I will go to Zumawei to save my child, human beings... are not credible!"

"No, you have more important things to do."

Bwonsamdi's voice sounded: "Atalai summoned the 'Soul Reaper' Hakar, who enslaved five high-level priests of the Loa gods, and absorbed the power of the Loa gods through them! It must be killed, it Enemy of all loa, enemy of trolls!"

Five images appeared in Vol'jin's mind at the same time, one of which was Silvara, and the other four were images that Vol'jin had never seen before, four powerful loa gods.

There are too many loa gods, and each clan has several or even dozens of loa gods enshrined, but most of them are the spirits of the ancestors of trolls sublimated by death, and relatively powerful wild spirits, and only a few loa Gods, shared by all trolls, are ancient gods.

These five are all among them.

When the loa gods are not in the world, their power is not as strong as imagined. It is not easy to come to this world. They can only show their power through the selected sacrifices, which gives Haka an opportunity .

Haka is much more powerful than those loa gods, so through their high-level sacrifices, through some evil rituals and magic, Haka can absorb the power of the loa gods and strengthen himself.

Haka is indeed the common enemy of the loa gods!
Especially Bwonsamdi is the number one enemy of Haka.

Haka is known as the "spirit snatcher" who plunders souls, and Bwonsamdi is the god of death and souls, in charge of the life, death and souls of trolls. Haka took away the souls of trolls, and Bwonsamdi is still in charge who?
So Haka appeared, and Bwonsamdi couldn't sit still!
"Great Bwonsamdi, I am willing to contribute my strength and even my life to you, but not now, my son is still alive..." Wojin clenched his fists, and his first reaction was to refuse.

He cares more about his son than the loa god!

"Hahaha!"

Bwonsamdi's laughter sounded like it was whipping Vol'jin's soul in his head: "Sen'jin, listen to what your good son said. I sent him to serve the gods and save the trolls Race, but he thinks his own business is more important? How can you raise such a rebellious son?"

As soon as the words fell, another figure appeared in Vol'jin's mind. It was a troll who was somewhat similar to Vol'jin but looked older. A vassal of Bwonsamdi.

Seeing this figure, Vol'jin's eyes were moist, and he whispered: "Father..."

The young loa was his father, dead less than two years ago, former leader of the Darkspear clan: Sen'jin, a great troll hero.

Sen'jin died in the battle with the murlocs, and it was Bwonsamdi who personally escorted Sen'jin to become the loa god.

Seeing his father now, Woking has complicated feelings and has a feeling of "father is with me".

"My child, there is nothing wrong with your feelings. I am always with you."

Sen'jin looked at his son, and his voice was full of love: "Great Bwonsamdi, I have taught my children since childhood that the tradition of trolls is to use force to solve everything, and the loa gods respect the strong! Vol'jin is the Darkspear The greatest patriarch of the clan, you should respect him, Bwonsamdi, even if you are our god of death! Only by saving Yeniku, Vol'jin will serve you better!"

"I am satisfied with this reason, Sen'jin. Your son is indeed strong, otherwise I would not have chosen him. You know, the trolls who believe in me are all over the world, and the Darkspear clan is only the weakest of them."

Bwonsamdi said: "Follow my orders, whether it's Sen'jin or Vol'jin! Go to the northwest, join forces with the Zandalar envoys, and defeat Hakkar and Atalai! As for Yeniku, in the name of Death, I guarantee he's alive!"

In an instant, Bwonsamdi's image disappeared without a trace, and Silvara also disappeared.

"What should I do, father?" Vol'jin was a little confused.

"Bwonsamdi is the main god of the Darkspear clan, the god of death and souls. What he wants is more souls. He is the patron of the Darkspear clan. If the Darkspear clan wants to grow, it needs his help ,my child."

Senjin sighed, and then smiled: "Don't worry, Yeniku will be fine. I saw your human friend, he is amazing, he has the blessing of a more powerful existence, a gift from the gods of the wilderness Foo, that's something even Bwonsamdi must fear! Go, Vol'jin, meet the Zandalari emissary. But remember, always remember, Thrall is more believable than Zul, orcs than Zan Darla is more believable..."

Sen'jin's image also slowly faded away, and Vol'jin clenched his fists again.

He took a deep breath and made up his mind.

Hakkar must be killed, because if Hakkar becomes the master of all the jungle trolls in Stranglethorn Vale, he will definitely not let the Darkspear clan go, because the Darkspear clan is also a member of the jungle trolls.

The weak Darkspear clan, even worse than the Skullsplitter clan, has no way to fight against the entire Stranglethorn Vale jungle troll!
And to get rid of Haka, not to mention his little man, even bringing all the trolls from the Darkspear clan would not be enough. He could only go to the Zandalar envoys and cooperate with the Zandalar.

He is the patriarch, and between the clan and his son, a choice must be made.

He could only pin all his hopes on the Grand Duke.

(End of this chapter)