In Forest Trolls, the chief and the leader are two classes, one is the chief who is responsible for fighting and hunting, and the leader is responsible for the internal affairs of the tribe. However, as the forest trolls have weakened, this system of power has long since disintegrated into chieftains and rituals. Now, Locke took this opportunity to integrate the divine power and the royal power into himself.

Originally, Locke was still complacent, but suddenly, a weak voice came from behind him: "Son, come to me." ”

Locke was slightly stunned, he didn't remember what else was behind him, and when he turned around, he found a terrifying scene, why was it terrifying.

Because this scenario was not in his plan at all. I only saw a huge mountain eagle spirit floating in mid-air.

The god of the mountain eagle!!

This is a huge mountain eagle phantom, the silver-white feathers on its body exude a soft brilliance, and the mountain eagle's eyes reflect the brilliance of wisdom: "It's really strange, how many years have I been a god, and it's the first time I've seen that the high priest who serves me is actually a human being." ”

Locke nodded, the god of the mountain eagle in front of him, judging from the fluctuations in his body, actually revealed a trace of godhead fluctuations, obviously, this is a demigod. He had felt this kind of godhead power in front of the Lich King, but now the god of the mountain eagle in front of him was much more easy-going, and there was no obvious malice in his eyes.

"You have obtained the qualifications of a shaman, whether you are employed or not."

An electronic sound came from Locke's brain, and he was slightly stunned. Shaman, this is a not very powerful profession, Locke has fought with the shaman many times, this profession can control the elements, basically there is no big ability, whether it is melee combat, long-range spellcasting, or healing, it is not a decisive force.

Thinking about it, he chose no because he had other things to do and didn't want the profession to drag him down. After all, one more class will reduce the rate at which you gain experience points by 10%.

The god of the mountain eagle looked surprised, and after a while, he said slowly, "You reject me? ”

"Why, since ancient times, have not refused my sacrifice. Don't you want to be a sacrifice to me? The god of the mountain eagle said these words, but his tone was already a little harsh.

The power of the gods hit Locke's mind like a tidal wave, but as a former Lich King's subordinate, this level of spiritual attack was not enough to break him.

"Honorable Mountain Eagle God, the High Priest of the Deadwood Tribe is not dead yet, so I can't inherit the position of High Priest just yet, but, as a person who saves the Deadwood Troll Tribe." Saying this, Locke paused slightly, and then said slowly and seriously: "I hope to be able to get some other benefits." ”

The God of the Mountain Eagle nodded cautiously, if it weren't for the human in front of him, maybe from today on, the Deadwood Tribe would not believe in the God of the Mountain Eagle. This result is absolutely unacceptable to the god of mountain eagles, you know, in the northern Hinterland, where the evil branch tribe itself believes in the god of poisonous snakes, after believing in Haka, directly let Haka pull the body of the god of poisonous snakes into Azeroth, and become a guardian beast of the evil branch tribe.

The god of the mountain eagle absolutely does not accept such insults. Thinking of this, the god of the mountain eagle looked at Locke with a somewhat kind look: "Child, yes, whatever you want, I can satisfy you." ”

Locke nodded, he had already thought of two conditions, if the god of the mountain eagle could promise him, then his future plans could be implemented flawlessly.

"The first, the god of the mountain eagles, in the future, in the life and death of the Deadwood Tribe, must cast an illusory shadow on Azeroth to destroy the invading enemy."

"Second, give me the blessing of the god of the mountain eagle, so that my swordsmanship is as fast as the wind."

"The third is to wait for the meeting, you support me as the chief and leader of the Deadwood Tribe, and appear in front of the many villagers of the Deadwood Tribe."

The god of the mountain eagle was silent, slowly closed his eyes, as if considering Locke's thoughts, and after a while, it opened its eyes and said slowly: "I have agreed to these conditions. Human, but I want to know, do you have a moment to listen to me talk about the north? ”

"Things in the North. Is it a matter of the Evil Branch Tribe? Locke thought silently in his heart, he looked at the god of the mountain eagle in front of him, and then said, "Of course, please say it." ”

The god of the mountain eagle said slowly: "I have a friend, who is commonly known as the god of poisonous snakes in your mouth, he was originally the god of the evil branch tribe, but now he has been captured by the evil branch tribe in Azeroth, guarding the troll city, he called me from the soul level, hoping that I can let the people of the deadwood tribe go to the mountains of Hinterland in the north to rescue him. ”

Locke was slightly stunned, liberating a god, is this possible? What's more, the Deadwood Tribe is now only a small tribe of a few hundred people, while the Evil Branch Tribe in the north has tens of thousands of forest trolls in the mountains of Hinterland, not to mention that after believing in Haka, they have obtained the black technology in the southern Zurghab, not only voodoo priests, but also a large number of berserkers.

"Well, the Deadwood Tribe is too weak now." Locke coughed, then continued, "Give me a few months, and I will be able to free the Viper God. ”

"Thank you so much, a few months, in the long time of the gods, it is simply not worth mentioning, thank you, Locke." The voice of the god of the mountain eagle sounded in Locke's head: "I will be with you. ”

Then, a colorless wind mark appeared from the soles of Locke's feet, and then flew around Locke's body, flying to the highest air, and finally the wind disappeared without a trace.

"You have been blessed by the god of the mountain eagles."

"You have 30% increased Attack Speed and 5% increased Movement Speed"

Locke let out a deep sigh and turned to look at the forest trolls behind him, these trolls didn't seem to be able to see the god of the mountain eagle, they seemed to have seen Locke standing on the stone steps, chatting with the air.

High Priest Ryan was helped up by two people at the moment, and his body was also covered with herbs, his face was not good-looking at the moment, he originally wanted Locke to inherit the high priest, and then find two people at random to serve as the chief and leader of the forest trolls, in this way, the development of the forest trolls will be very stable, and there may not be any radical policies.

However, Locke took advantage of the power vacuum to directly re-elect the two positions, which made him very unhappy. Moreover, since he has come back to life as the High Priest of the Deadwood Tribe, Locke's inheritance of the High Priest is invalid, thinking of this, High Priest Ryan can't wait to immediately go to the stone steps and declare Locke's self-appointed official position null and void.

"Perhaps, I should reserve a position as a leader for him, or he will hold a grudge against me, after all, he blessed the Deadwood Tribe faith." High Priest Ryan didn't want this to go overboard either, and thought to himself, just as he walked up to Locke's side and wanted to speak.

Locke waved his hand, and then said, "God of the Mountain Eagle, come out." ”

In the next scene, High Priest Ryan said that he couldn't believe it at all. Behind the altar, a huge and vast mountain eagle phantom slowly solidified in the air, and the beam of light emitted from the white wings made Ryan directly dizzy. The words that I wanted to say in my throat were all stuck in my throat.

"This ...... The god of the mountain eagle. High Priest Ryan held back his words for a long time, and finally only said this sentence: "I have served my master all my life, have you come to tell us the oracle?" ”

Ryan was moved to tears, and he prostrated himself on the cold stone face of the altar and said reverently.

"No, I'm here to tell you of the Deadwood Tribe, Locke, your chieftain, your chieftain, and your high priest, who will be the Zurkin of the trolls of the northern forest for decades to come."