sbdcsierra Chapter 630 God of Abundance
Chapter 630 God of Abundance
The strange murmurs did not stop the three death knights from offering sacrifices to the god of fertility...
It's strange, but how do you describe a battle that's not evenly matched? Sometimes, three soldiers can capture an entire enemy battalion—such legends are too outrageous and unbelievable to describe or explain.
Perhaps it wasn't war; it could be described as a normal outcome of a righteous warrior confronting a backward and absurd race.
Years later, the word "justice" sounds increasingly jarring...
The outlaws of the venture capital firm possess groundbreaking cyberpunk and magical firearms, making their confrontation with the backward, hunter-gatherer troll village hidden in the crevice of the earth a completely asymmetrical and crushing defeat.
Thirty minutes of artillery barrage, coupled with a secret formula of vicious chemicals.
Using dwarven cannons, exploding shells, poison gas shells, and their usual black lead-ball-like armor-piercing shells—costing tens of thousands of gold coins—on trolls, who are seen as savages by a group of goblins, seems like a waste.
In fact, these outlaws were genuinely afraid that the Darkspear trolls might possess some strange and terrifying witchcraft and secret methods for taming beasts, just like the Gurubashi jungle troll empire they had encountered in Stranglethorn Vale.
The venture capital firms had suffered greatly during their exploration and development in the Green Hills of Stranglethorn Vale, so when faced with the formidable troll village, they chose to resort to their ultimate weapon.
Dozens of ordinary small-caliber iron cannons and hundreds of rudimentary muskets wiped out an empire of tens of millions of people, which was essentially a primitive tribe... This is not an absurd or legendary event.
It is a true tragedy and lesson that took place in a lost land.
For centuries, being mixed-race has not been an honor, but rather a source of unbearable pain and shackles. In the new tribe, Thrall no longer advocates for bloodlines and races; he proclaims the goal of building a community of oppressed people seeking freedom and unity, where they respect and help one another.
However, most members of the savage tribes are unruly, and the cultural customs, values, and ideologies that differ greatly between individuals and groups are constantly in conflict.
Thrall faced greater pressure than he imagined in uniting such bizarre forces to fight against the human alliance.
Not to mention other races, such as the undead army of the Forsaken, the blood elf mages of Silvermoon City, the tauren druids of Thunder Bluff, the troll witch doctors of Sen'jin Village... even the Mag'har orcs, who were brought back from Outland with great difficulty and were not tainted by fel energy, are not peaceful creatures.
The original Orc race, led by the sons of Grom Hellscream, could not accept or understand Thrall's ideology. Grom Hellscream did not understand why it was not natural for the Horde to fight the Alliance.
Aren't the two sides hostile to each other, locked in a life-or-death struggle?
Whose hands aren't stained with blood?
Isn't the ability of orcs to fight for habitable land and seize food and wealth an innate skill?
Without the support of the tauren and trolls, the orcish tribes of the new Horde would indeed have found it difficult to establish themselves in Kalimdor. However, with the return of the Warsong Clan and the Mag'har's maternal clan, or their reunion in their new homeland, the orcs once again gained absolute dominance.
It can be said that the Horde's mainstream is composed of orcs, with tauren as allies, darkspear trolls as lackeys, and undead and blood elves as mere accessories. It was only out of political interest in the Eastern Kingdoms that the undead and blood elves were chosen to join the Horde.
In terms of relationships, the goblins are closer to Orgrimmar than the latter two.
Although goblins claim to be neutral, they do so to facilitate doing business in human territory.
Venture capital firms are a more direct form of armed force; their clients are mainly shady organizations and individuals... Someone commissioned the goblin chieftain 'Diamond' to conduct experiments, offering funding and materials, which Diamond readily accepted.
The Blackwater Fleet and Gadgetzan are actually branches of the Goblin Trading Corporation... Although they are not a monolithic entity, they are closely connected.
Diamond puts all the ammunition costs on the mercenaries, calling it "ammunition expenses," but in reality, it profits from both sides, perfectly in line with the reasonable cost control of a venture capital firm.
One second ago, those poor miners and thugs were complaining that their boss had charged them for the cost of the poison gas bombs.
Now all they crave is a quick and painless death...
Lorraine watched the sacrificial ceremony coldly, if it could be considered a premeditated ritual.
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I've heard the troll village chief recount that in ancient times, when the sun and moon were obscured, the moon goddess bestowed light upon the dark trolls... However, the shadows of darkness did not dissipate; they slowly imprinted the starlight marks of the god of abundance upon the trolls.
The dark trolls shed their fangs, leaving only vampire-like sharp teeth. The earliest fanged druids were the original Prophets.
Long before the arrival of the Dark God, a Titan larger than a star, the Emerald Nightmare Seed had already entangled the heart of Azeroth.
The Well of Eternity is a wound, but the original Moon Well was the tears of the moon goddess.
The war between the Old Gods and the Titans was not the fate of Azeroth's life. Whether the Curse of Flesh was a weakening curse is unclear, but what is certain is that the prophets converted to the balance faction among the moon goddess and the wild demigods, while only the stubborn faction among the jungle trolls still worshipped the Loa.
The only difference between the Loa and the Wilderness Demigods is probably that they are different species.
The Loa spirits include the blood god Hakkar, a Tyrannosaurus Rex, a black panther, a tiger, a venomous snake, a spider, and a bat.
The demigods of the wilderness include the King of the White Deer, the Bear God, the Wolf God, the Boar God, and the Raven God, among others...
Tribes with different beliefs are bound to split. When a powerful group develops into countless tribes with distinct characteristics, and then forms a powerful primitive empire, it will continue to split and divide due to some accidents, until it is divided into small, unknown villages.
Throughout history, countless civilizations have been born on that land most suitable for survival and reproduction.
Perhaps the word "civilization" is too abstract. To be precise, countless races and forces have developed, fought, and perished in the same place.
The black panther's fangs were a metaphor, suggesting that a race that believes in only one god can unite, but cannot prosper.
A race that worships everything as a god will only humble itself to the dust, making it easy for anyone to trample on it. It will have almost no cohesion or fighting power to deal with outsiders.
Those who do not believe in God can only live in exile, drifting with the tide...
The Shattered Spear Troll was abandoned by the gods and cursed by the god of darkness, who is death, destruction, and chaos.
The moment the village chief saw the necromancer Lorraine, he foresaw the village's inescapable fate. He spoke of scripts, prophecies, and the usual tales of destiny and curses.
The remaining steps were merely its last resort, the only way it could think of to save its people...
It always regarded Lorraine as a destroyer, the embodiment of death. The village chief was not wrong; Lorraine was indeed a sign of destruction.
Perhaps Lorraine's accidental entry into this place was merely a premonition of the village's doom, and also its only glimmer of hope and chance for salvation.
As it turns out, some things are beyond one's control, but each person's choices do indeed influence the course and outcome of events. Watching the undead fire skeletons tear these bandit mercenaries apart, Lorraine felt that these people were also sacrifices chosen by his adoptive father.
There is an absurd fact...
Wherever Lorraine went, death followed...
This is walking with death.
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Teachers always say that nature is cruel. If nature is the supreme being of all life forms, would it record and define the characteristics of all species? To be born like an ant and die like a floating creature, to be a fungus or carrion, a hunter or a herbivore—life is so unfair.
If you were a lion, would you complain that the antelope is too fast and too hard to catch?
If you were an antelope, would you get tired of the dry grass and have to bend down to chew on it...?
"We won! We won! We wiped them all out. We killed the invaders and avenged the village... Father, look, I succeeded! Haha..."
As he spoke, the troll cried... a bittersweet laugh tinged with tears.
The clansmen all stared at the clan chief's son who had spoken...
The village chief's son, Little Fang, was infused with purple flame runes. Runes similar to those on demon hunters appeared on his body. Of course, they were low-level shadow runes drawn by Satyr Azaran, but they were enough to give these trolls new life and terrifying power.
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