webnovelfull Chapter 615 Judging by Appearance
Chapter 615 Judging by Appearance
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the wounded troll warriors and villagers around them all hated the invading undead... Lorraine was confused by these troll villagers who couldn't heal themselves.
Aren't trolls capable of regeneration?
Why are the trolls here not only weak in combat, but they've also lost their amazing self-healing abilities?
Were the old legends all exaggerated?
The entire village consisted of throwing spears, shooting soft wooden arrows, and using stone axes and blowguns... Such primitive and inefficient methods could probably only barely deal with some herbivores. How could such a tribe possibly survive in Azeroth, where monsters and legendary creatures roam freely?
It's understandable why they would hide here.
Despite his large size, he had little actual fighting ability and a mediocre fighting spirit. When the village chief shouted for them to run, most of the villagers actually did run away.
The only thing that truly amazed Lorraine for two seconds was the village chief's two desperate, last-ditch effort...
Furthermore, the village chief's soul was quite unique. It seemed that after it reverted to its ancestral form as a black panther, its soul also became a black panther, which was easily captured by Lorraine.
A soul without a physical form is unlikely to escape the control of a necromancer...
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After the battlefield was cleared, the village contained almost nothing of value, except for some rough leather from herbivores, the kind of material the tribe used to make simple outer garments. A tribe that rarely even had iron tools—this shows just how primitive they were...
Witchcraft and magic, the abilities of shamans—even the most powerful village chief seems to have mastered very little of them...
Filled with doubt, Lorraine gathered the dozen or so wounded trolls still alive and examined them. Most of them were adult troll warriors, now missing limbs. Lorraine intended to ask some questions, casually inquiring about two or three lightly wounded individuals... but what he received was:
"demon!"
"Despicable outsider..."
"Devil...get away from me!"
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Don't let their weak fighting strength fool you; once captured, they bared their teeth at Lorraine, offering no useful information... Conflicts between troll tribes are brutal; any captured enemy member almost always becomes either a slave or a sacrifice to be slaughtered at will...
The surviving members of the troll village all seemed to sense their fate; most of them were powerless to escape their predicament, yet they were bluffing.
A small number of them were either mentally deranged or silent and listless, but there was only one troll child staring straight at Lorraine... constantly repeating strange incantations that Lorraine couldn't quite understand.
What is he doing...?
"It's cursing you...infertility. Master..."
"What? You understand?"
"Yes, this is a troll witch doctor's blood curse. However, this kid has no magic power; he's just talking big... For the curse to take effect, it requires casting materials and the hair or blood of the cursed object."
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"Infertility? Interesting..."
Lorraine laughed. In life and in death, Lorraine had never considered the issue of reproduction. Survival was a struggle; what was the point of thinking about procreation? If she truly wanted to reproduce, she would create new immortals with her soul and have them worship her as their godfather, thus becoming their eternally benevolent father…
Or perhaps one day, I will use fragments of my own soul to create a new type of undead unit, which would also be considered a continuation of new life.
That's right, the mission of the Undead Research Society is to study the immortality and reproduction of the Forgotten.
This seems to be one of the missions that every forgotten person was originally given.
Also, before I escaped to Kalimdor, the Royal Alchemy Society seemed to have asked me to hand over the experimental subjects to someone? They said I had to go to the Forgotten Pool in Thunder Bluff to collect experimental data. I almost forgot about that stupid thing; they had threatened me before.
If he doesn't go, they'll sell him to various powerful groups that want the Plague Messenger...
Who does Lorraine hate most when threatened?
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Lorraine glared fiercely at the troll boy...
It wasn't that he had any complaints about the kid... he just thought of a lot of unpleasant experiences.
The satyr demon knight Azaran keenly sensed its master's anger. It immediately approached the troll captive and roared, "How dare you curse the great Lord of Death! Your tongue is superfluous!"
As he spoke, a black demonic flame directly lashed out at the troll captive's throat.
Seeing this, Lorraine immediately regretted her actions and tried to stop it, but it was too late...
At the critical moment, the black panther spirit beast in Lorraine's hand suddenly burst out of Lorraine's palm, pounced to the side, and attached itself to the troll boy. Azaran's shadow demon flames were instantly extinguished, and the boy was instantly as if he had been electrocuted, his body full of vitality, and he leaped high into the air, about to escape.
To Lorraine's surprise, Yegosh, who was prepared, descended from the sky and slammed the boy to the ground again... The dark soul inside the troll's body tried its best but to no avail.
Without Lorraine even needing to make a move, the third Death Knight intervened.
The black beast soul was violently pulled from the troll's body by Godos and imprisoned again. Azaran's Shadow Cage magic instantly enveloped it, trapping the black panther's soul, and the kid fell unconscious.
With three death knights joining forces, the old village chief's beast soul could no longer break free...
"Demon! Come at me! I'll accept anything, just spare my people..."
The Black Panther's Soul spoke; though it was now merely a spirit, it still seemed to possess considerable power...
Lorraine had never seen or heard of this ability to transform into animal form before; it was somewhat similar to the abilities of druids. Druids could indeed transform into animal forms, provided they gained the approval of a nature spirit, and could become cheetahs, bears, crows, seals, owls, or even deer...
Lorraine was unaware of the specific methods, but they were likely related to the secret techniques passed down by the Wilderness Demigods and nature magic...
The transformations of a few mythical beasts, such as the wolf god, tiger god, and serpent god, seem to be categorized as belonging to the evil and wild faction, not the mainstream of Druidism... more like the realm of sorcery. In the troll faith, many Loa deities are giant dinosaurs, flying serpents, or rhinoceroses, etc...
Shamanistic teachings follow the legends of Mother Earth, and invoke the power of elemental spirits and ancestral souls...
They can also summon the power of fire, hurricanes, earth elementals, and water elementals... however, the water elementals often seem to disobey their summons... On the contrary, Tauren shamans are more sensitive to the power of earth; they can transform into ghost wolves, and the wolf spirit itself is the embodiment of the earth spirit. This ability is also significantly different from the abilities of the Night Elf druids.
This illustrates that different factions and beliefs exist within the Life Faction.
After the orcish shamanic tradition spread among the races of Azeroth, the Outland faction, which controlled spirit beast companions and wielded elemental power, also entered... In other words, it is impossible to say which of the gods worshipped by different races in Azeroth is stronger or weaker, as many legendary gods have long since disappeared.
Perhaps they perished in ancient wars, or perhaps their followers and descendants gradually died out; without their lineage, they were essentially forgotten by the world...
In short, Lorraine couldn't determine where the old village chief's unique ability to maintain his sanity and power as a spirit beast avatar came from, or whose offspring he was... He curiously inquired of the old village chief...
"Why has your soul taken the form of a black panther? Are you a druid?"
"If I tell you, will you spare my people?"
"Sigh, old man, what you're saying... I didn't mean to do anything to you, but you wouldn't listen to me and always tried to fight me the moment you saw me... The current situation is entirely your own doing..."
"Hmph, demon, I won't believe your lies. You brought three hell knights and a bunch of demons, not here to slaughter my people, but just passing by?"
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"Hehe, guess what... old man, I was just passing by, and I was a little lost, so I wanted to ask for directions... and it all turned out like this because the local trolls are so rude! You judge people by their appearance, thinking my men are bad just because they look scary? Don't you even look at yourselves? Trolls have always been considered a cannibalistic and barbaric tribe..."
Lorraine shook her head with a sigh...
"I wanted to interact with you as a guest, but Old Chen told me that the people of Troll Village are peace-loving... peace-loving, yet they throw things at people."
"You throw spears at me, so I'll use them as torches... If you don't tell me, I can actually become the person you imagine me to be. Maybe then we can have a sincere and equal dialogue?"
Lorraine picked up a wooden spear, lit a torch, and approached a thatched-roof house in the village...
He seemed to be pushing his boundaries, doing what a real intruder might do, and actually appeared to want to scare the old village chief...
"What are you trying to do? You're going to burn down our temple! Helper, demon... helper demon, what do you want to know? I'll tell you everything..."
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Lorraine simply wanted to ask for directions and also wanted to find out more about the area around the ruins...
He sensed signs of life activity in the largest thatched hut in the village, which must be hidden somewhere beneath the hut. This time, it seemed he had played the role of a true villain.
My conscience actually aches a little...