The Hazen Plane, the capital of trolls.

Muriwal.

As the capital of the troll kingdom that rules the Hazen plane, the grandeur and size of Murivar are unimaginable to outsiders.

The whole of Muriwar is built on the hillside.

Seriously, the capital of trolls has been carved out of the mountain.

From the base of the mountain to the top of the mountain, at certain heights, a gentle slope is dug out of the belly of the mountain, and a solid stone building is built on it. The gentle slope is connected by stone steps that have been carved out of the stone steps, and the stone totems are densely covered on both sides of the stone steps, and a stone brazier is placed at the entrance of each stone step.

From the bottom to the top, looking up, there are more than 100 layers of such a well-layered, habitable stone platform.

From a distance, this huge stone mountain is densely packed with stone houses, but it does not give people the slightest feeling of crowding and messiness.

Directly across from the stone path is a magnificent stone staircase that leads from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, making it almost impossible to climb. At the end of nearly 10,000 stone steps, there stood an unusually magnificent and tall temple.

At sunrise or dusk, all the trolls living in Murivar gather around the stone steps and bow down to the temple in prayer that the great Quetzalcoatl will continue to protect the trolls and give them great power, so that the Decus Jungle will be in good weather and the beasts will be abundant.

However, in the past few days, with the arrival of the invaders from the other world, the trolls have added one more thing to pray, that is, they hope that Quetzalcoatl can show their power and protect the trolls from the plague.

Some time ago, the Troll Expeditionary Force, which had been sent out into the jungle to search for the invaders, had been defeated all the way back. And with them came back not only the many wounded, but also the terrible plague!

The trolls, whose lives are still in a primitive state, do not have an effective medical system, and the trolls are all strong and healthy, and are rarely affected by diseases. Therefore, there were only thirty or forty witch doctors who could gather in the entire Troll Capital, and most of them were already at the 1st and 2nd order.

Although the troll leaders and witch doctors also recognized the horror of the plague, and ordered those infected to stay in a makeshift camp at the foot of the mountain, not to return home, not to enter the city. But it is clear that this order has not been carried out and carried out resolutely and thoroughly!

I don't know how, but the plague spread to the city.

Almost overnight, up and down Murivar, a small half of the 23,000-strong inhabitants were infected with the terrible plague.

For a while, the entire city was full of poor trolls who were covered in yellow and green poisonous clouds, coughing violently, and were weak enough to get up.

It's actually because their bodies are strong enough!

If such a plague were placed in a human city, I am afraid that thousands of plague creatures would be born overnight. The same plague that fell on the trolls only left them incapacitated and lying there tormented.

On a tall stone platform in the temple at the top of the mountain, several strong, tyrannical troll leaders gathered together to angrily rebuke a troll witch doctor with a wooden staff in his hand and a thin figure.

"Yeke, can your people do it, and when will this plague be extinguished?"

"I can't take it anymore...... My boys are more than half down and you're doing nothing......

"Hurry up...... Hurry up and come up with a solution. My little Xinluo is still suffering from the plague at home! She has an accident, your witch doctor will not take a cent of this year's offering, and our ancient tribe will not take a penny......"

The people who can gather here are the patriarchs of the various tribes, and they are all powerful Tier 3 troll warriors. But in the face of the sudden plague, they were all helpless, and could only rant at the leader of the witch doctor in front of them.

Yeke, a Tier 3 Witch Doctor, is also the only Tier 3 Witch Doctor in the entire Troll Realm!

It is already over seven hundred years old this year.

Its long life has allowed it to see countless twists and turns and risks, so in the face of the terrible epidemic, it did not lose its cool like other trolls, but showed a calm and calm demeanor.

"Shut up, you bastards, shut up for me......"

Looking at the irascible leaders gathered around him, the Yeke witch doctor slammed the wooden staff in his hand, and a violent air current swept them around, staggering back and forth a few steps. While drinking, a huge feathered serpent phantom suddenly appeared behind Yeke.

It was a powerful creature with strange wings and golden scale armor, and on the flat and wide snake head, two emerald-like shining snake pupils burst out with a terrifying and fierce gaze, slowly sweeping over everyone's bodies.

There was silence in the room.

All the trolls knelt on one leg and pressed their hands to their chests, respectfully offering their admiration and devotion to the manifested Quetzalcoatl.

"The enemy is approaching ......"

"Due to Kano's incompetence, a trace of my power has fallen into their hands......"

"I need you to get it back......"

Quetzalcoatl hissed and screamed, a strange sound that swirled between heaven and earth, sharp enough to tear people's eardrums.

Hearing Quetzalcoatl's order, several troll leaders couldn't help but look at each other.

Finally, one of the trolls had the courage to speak.

"Great Quetzalcoatl, I don't know where those enemies are?"

"West...... The location was so close that I could almost sniff the stench coming from them...... The plague that was contagious in Murivar was what they drove it...... The plague cannot be completely eradicated without regaining the source of my power......"

Quetzalcoatl's orders were so clear, and naturally there was no room for the troll leaders to bargain.

The trolls hurriedly left the witch doctor's hut and hurried back to their tribe to gather men.

When the troll leaders left one after another, the Quetzalcoatl Phantom did not disappear directly, but silently communicated with the Yake witch doctor for a few more moments, and then slowly dispersed.

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It is a small, strange space separate from the Hazen plane.

It has an area of less than 100,000 square meters.

But the layout of the city is similar to that of the Troll Capital, with huge gray and white square rocks everywhere, magnificent statues of gods everywhere, and lush jungles everywhere......

And in the middle of this strange space, through a passage covered with moss and small marshes, is a huge nest made of huge rocks.

The air here is hot and humid, similar to the usual rainforest.

On top of a small stone platform, inside a thick layer of miserable white bones, a huge eggshell more than one meter high was placed. The Quetzalcoatl lay silently beside the Dome, curling it up with its long, thin tail, and gently spitting golden lightning into it.

The violent lightning that had been full of destruction in the past seemed gentle and peaceful at this moment, constantly splashing around the giant egg and splitting into countless tiny scattered currents, and then being swallowed up by the giant egg little by little.

Every time a certain amount of golden lightning was devoured, a strange mental fluctuation of satisfaction would come from the eggshell. And at this time, the little life inside the giant egg will stop devouring and sleep heavily to digest these golden lightning with a trace of the origin of the plane.

It was only when the Dome was asleep that the huge female Quetzalcoatl could rest for a moment, close her eyes and open her mouth, waiting for several males who served as slaves and guards to bring food into its mouth.

In the entire Quetzalcoatl Realm, except for some wild beasts that serve as food, the rest are all Quetzalcoatls that are worshiped by the trolls.

There are only twelve of the Feathered Serpent guards, all of whom are males, and all of them have the basic strength of the second and third ranks. The only female is the female Quetzalcoatl, who has grown stronger and stronger under the power of faith, and is also the tribal totem god worshipped by the jungle trolls.

After thousands of years of cultivating the power of faith, Zulka mastered some of the magical powers without a teacher. And its basic strength has also jumped to the 5th Rank Primary.

However, due to the instinct of the Warcraft, it still consumed a huge amount of faith power and many divinities to give birth to a descendant. During the entire incubation period, its basic strength also dropped from the 5th rank to the 4th rank high, and it also had to face a period of weakness for up to three hundred years.

The Quetzalcoatl God Zuka spat out golden lightning for three days and three nights before feeding the little life in the giant egg. So when he fell asleep, Zuka let out a sigh of relief, and began to close his eyes and take a nap next to the dome.

However, whenever it tried to meditate deeply to restore its lost strength, a strange wave of energy overflowed from the spiritual sea, disturbing it to restlessness.

"Bastard...... These damned intruders, I'm going to tear you to pieces, crush your bones and scatter ashes!"

Disturbed by this strange wave of foreign fluctuations, Zuka, the Quetzalcoatl God, became furious.

Its grand, high-pitched roar instantly resounded through this strange world, causing the entire space to tremble.

All the monsters that heard the roar were so frightened that they were limp and fell to the ground, unable to move.

Even the Feathered Serpent guards fell to their knees in fright, spreading their wings, not knowing what they had done badly to anger their own adults.

The little life in the giant egg was obviously also disturbed, and it hissed and let out angry mental fluctuations.

The Quetzalcoatl God Zuka, who was still tyrannical and abnormal one moment, hurriedly restrained his anger the next moment, and coaxed the giant egg to sleep with gentle golden lightning and gentle caresses again.

Zuka, the Quetzalcoatl God, stood upright, his eyes looking through this strange space, through the temple that stood high above the troll capital, and looked far west.

"Those damned invaders have mastered some of my Origin and are attacking me in some special way. Hmph, when I free my hands and feet, I must make you look good!"