The night passed quickly.

In the early morning, the sound of vultures chirped in the Arathi Plateau, and with this chirp, the drums of the Deadwood tribe sounded again, signaling that a new day had arrived.

Locke counted the throwing spears in his hand, then put them on his back, looked deeply at Liliana who was sleeping in the wooden cage, and then walked out of the troll hut. Some of last night's transactions made him attach great importance to it, and if he wants to change the world, he may have to encounter the interference of the bronze dragon and the confrontation of various heroes in the world. Without the help of the blue dragon, it would have been very difficult.

Yes, in last night's negotiations, Liliana confessed very frankly that she was a blue dragon, and it also showed that Locke was a stowaway of time, and the two were grasshoppers on the same line, and no one could escape if they died.

Locke, of course, was angry, but by this morning, he had accepted the theory.

As is customary for forest trolls, Locke travels to the Ryan troll's residence to ask for the gods' blessings before heading out to hunt. Just as he stepped into Ryan's troll hut, Ryan's voice came to his ears: "Kid, come in." ”

Locke was slightly stunned, and after a slight hesitation, he walked towards the Ryan Troll Hut.

"Lord Ryan?" Walking over to the troll hut, Locke asked in a whisper.

"It's me." As the High Priest of the Deadwood Troll, his status in the entire Deadwood Village is very high, and in the name and in the hearts of ordinary trolls, the High Priest is even higher than the rank of the chief.

"What's the matter?" Locke didn't want to waste time in this place, he just wanted to go out into the wild early to hunt.

"There's nothing particularly important, it's just that I, an old thing, saw some broken dreams about the future in my dreams." Ryan said in an aged tone. As a priest of the forest troll, he not only has to make a cameo appearance as a doctor in the tribe, but more often, he also has to perform divination to see a crisis for the future of the tribe.

Locke nodded, and walked into Ryan's hut, which contained a large number of bones, jade, and a large number of herbs stacked in the corner. Ryan sat in his chair and looked at the crystal ball on the wooden table.

"It's about something." Locke said bluntly, if it was just a trivial matter, he thought that the high priest would not let him in.

"About Haka." Ryan said slowly, he stood up, then walked in front of Locke, and said calmly: "I dreamed that my ancestors told me that if I made Zulman the chief, he would believe in Haka. ”

"I dreamed of corpses, the corpses of countless people, who had not died in the battle to defend their homeland, not in hunting in the forest, but who had been sacrificed on the altar by the priests of Haka."

Ryan looked at Locke, the elderly forest troll's eyes full of pain, as if those things had actually happened.

"It would have been nice if I had chosen the position of chief. You're so young. Ryan lowered his head.

But this sentence seemed to have fallen a thunderbolt in Locke's heart, and this sentence can be explained as an obvious hint.

"High Priest, the Deadwood Tribe will never believe in Haka, the belief of the god of the mountain eagle, who can guide our people." Locke's heart was beating wildly, and words like this could only be said by the chief, who was now dying.

Because deciding what gods a tribe worships is something that only chiefs can choose. Ordinary trolls will be executed immediately after saying that, and a child like him, who grew up in a troll village, may end up even worse.

Ryan neither denied Locke nor decided Locke, he looked at Locke kindly, and after a long while, he dipped his thumb in the jar behind him, and then wiped it on Locke's forehead.

A cool feeling came from Locke's forehead, and Ryan said heavily, "May the mountain eagle bless your soul." ”

"Congratulations on receiving the blessing of the High Priest, your spirit is raised by 2 points."

Locke took a deep breath, and he was able to get 2 attributes in this way, which really made him unexpected.

"The festival dedicated to the god of the mountain eagle is very important, don't mess it up." Ryan said this with a solemn expression.

Locke nodded, and after gaining the support of the High Priest, he immediately left Deadwood Village.

After all, the festival will be held in a few days, and if you can't improve your strength in a short period of time, I'm afraid you won't be able to control that festival.

"I don't know what level of strength that Zulman has reached." Locke rode a velociraptor across the Arathi Heights.

Locke's plan for himself was to hunt in the wild for four days.

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, four days have passed, and Locke has also gained a lot of experience in the wild, his swordsmanship skills have reached the intermediate level, and his throwing skills have reached the advanced level. I still have 3200 experience on my body.

The festival is finally about to begin. With this heavy heart, Locke returned to Deadwood Village.

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When the first light of the morning fell on the Arathi Heights, the entire village of Deadwood boiled, and a large group of forest trolls rushed out of the village, waving their short spears in their hands, shouting the names of the chieftain and the god of the mountain eagles, in anticipation of the beginning of the ritual.

Locke also woke up early that day, and during the last night, he and Liliana discussed the details of the night, believing that if there was no accident, he could get these deadwood trolls not to sacrifice Liliana.

However, it is impossible to get the trolls not to sacrifice, and Locke can't say for a while how useful this plan is.

The forest trolls are strange creatures, and their usual houses are made of wood, but their altars are carved out of stone. This kind of waste and the act of pinning his future on the gods made Locke feel very disgraceful.

High Priest Ryan was at the front of the crowd, wearing a splendid robe made of white silk, which, even in the southern kingdom of Stormwind, was worth more than three thousand gold coins. Behind Ryan was the chief of the Deadwood tribe, Zurman, who walked leisurely, as if everything was under his control.

Next, there are the many forest trolls, Locke walks in the third row, and next to him is Liliana, who is imprisoned in a wooden cage with her eyes closed.

"Don't forget what you promised me."

Locke nodded slightly, and Liliana, who was in the cage, closed her eyes quietly.

"What does this elf say?" The forest troll next to him asked.

"Probably some prayers." Locke said slowly, and then looked at the stone stairs leaning against the mountains, and beside these stone stairs were statues of the god of the mountain eagle carved out of stone.