Novos snapped out of his reverie, the bone-chilling cold still filling him with lingering fear; the Drakkari Frost Trolls feared nothing more than the extreme cold!
The biting wind of Northrend swirled outside the window, and Novos shivered. He never imagined that being born in this frigid land would mean he would be unable to escape this terrible torment even in death.
No wonder, no matter how I use the Spirit Calling, I cannot communicate with the souls of my ancestors.
The thought of ending up in such a miserable state after death, and the torment his ancestors suffered, made Novos unwilling to live on like this. Although he couldn't change the Destiny of the entire Troll by himself, he could at least change the fate of himself and his descendants.
When Vol'jin returned to camp, he was beaming with confidence and smugness.
Eitrigg scoffed from the side, "You're actually using the same methods the Burning Legion used to bewitch the Orcs!"
Vol'jin chuckled and said, "Why not use a method that works? Besides, I'm telling the truth. The truth is the most terrifying lie."
Eitrigg retorted defiantly, "Would Novos fall for that?"
Vol'jin raised his eyebrows smugly and replied, "Novos saw through my scheme, but he'll definitely cooperate with me; he's his only hope."
Just as Vol'jin had predicted, it wasn't long before Novos secretly sent someone to make contact with Vol'jin.
The two met again at the Furbolg's trading camp, Novos immediately bombarded them with questions:
"Vol'jin, is this your scheme? Your aim is to use me against the Prophet Saronite? You are truly insidious."
Vol'jin made no attempt to hide his ambition, waving his hand dismissively:
"That's right. Besides the Prophet Saronite, we also need to eliminate the other Loa of the Zul'Drak Empire. We must minimize our losses and conquer the Zul'Drak Empire without shedding a drop of blood."
Novos roared angrily, "Don't think I don't understand the Orcs! If the Zul'Drak Empire falls, our people will be plunged into misery, either becoming slaves or food for the Orcs. The Orcs are a ferocious bunch; they won't let the Drakkari Trolls get away with it!"
"So what?" Vol'jin shrugged. "All you need is to settle in Moonglade. If you help us achieve our goal, I promise to grant you a small wish."
Novos sat down indignantly, his expression gradually softening as he finally made up his mind. "Tell me, how can we deal with the Prophet Saronite?"
Vol'jin chuckled, knowing full well that Novos would make the right choice.
"I've heard that the Prophet Saronite needs a period of time to process his Siphon Life, during which he's immobilized. If that's true, this is your opportunity."
Novos hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's true."
Vol'jin took out a small vial containing a single, terrifying drop of blood that swam around like a living thing. Vol'jin whispered, "..."
"This is the essence of the Blood Trolls. The power of the Animal Loa is hidden within their flesh, and the power of blood is their nemesis. With just a simple ritual, the flesh and blood of the Saronya can be destroyed, forever stripping them of their Loa power."
Novos's pupils constricted immediately. He gripped the vial tightly, as if it were his own life, and after a long pause, he asked, "Vol'jin, will you keep your promise?"
Vol'jin said solemnly, "I swear in the name of Bwonsamdi, the Grim Reaper."
"Very good!"
Novos stood up and, before parting, gave them these words of advice:
"I need three days to prepare. If the Orcs can take Drak'Tharon Keep in one fell swoop before the other Loa arrive, victory will be yours."
Novos quickly got up and left, while Vol'jin lowered his head, a sinister look on his face.
On a secluded path, Novos, disguised as Furbolg, hurried along.
Drakuru stared at Novos's retreating figure, secretly admiring him. As expected of the Chief Priest, the Furbolg's disguise was far superior, almost identical. Drakuru admitted his inferiority!
Robbie stepped forward and pointed at Novos, saying:
Are you sure Novos can cooperate with us?
Drakuru was very confident and whispered:
"Novos is a clever fellow; he's the kind of Troll who won't make pointless sacrifices. If Drak'Tharon Keep is destined to fall, Novos will flee without hesitation. But he still harbors ideals. Believe me, he's the most suitable candidate."
"Actually, I believe more in greed and the desire for revenge." Robbie shrugged. "Let Novos try it out first."
Drakuru blocked Novos's path, chuckling, "Chief Priest Novos of Prophet Saronite, I didn't expect to see you here."
Novos narrowed his eyes slightly, recognizing the Troll as one of Frost King Malakk's most trusted men, and asked nervously, "Drakuru, what are you doing here?"
Seeing that Robbie was the only human behind him, Novos immediately relaxed and grinned wickedly:
"Drakuru, unfortunately, you know too much. No one knows you will die here, and your soul will be imprisoned by me forever."
A powerful force pressed down on Novos, making it hard for him to breathe. Novos looked on in terror, staring nervously at Robbie, only then realizing how terrifying the human before him was.
Drakuru patted Novos on the shoulder and said:
"Don't be nervous, Chief Priest. I mean no harm. We are fully aware of your deal with Vol'jin. Although the illusions you saw were fake, they were indeed the truth."
Novos frowned, unsure of Drakuru's purpose. Drakuru continued:
"Relax, relax. I am not here on behalf of the Frost King. We share a common goal: to change the tragic Destiny of the Drakkari Trolls. Before we get down to business, I have some bad news for you."
Drakuru took a deep breath and said with a hint of sadness:
"Novos, I know you send money to Moonglade every year to maintain your wife and children's luxurious lifestyle, but you probably don't know that on their way to Moonglade, they stopped briefly in Orgrimmar, were captured by Orcs, and served on Thrall's dinner table. They are already dead."
"This isn't true! You're lying to me!" Novos roared angrily.
Robbie said in a deep voice:
"It's a pity that Moonglade concealed the truth; even Vol'jin was fooled. This concerns the reputation of Thrall, the Savior. Novos, you Mastery Spirit Calling; you'll know once you try."
Novos, disregarding everything, immediately performed Spirit Calling. Unfortunately, he successfully communicated with the souls of his wife and children, confirming the tragic truth.
Tears streaming down his face, Novos knelt on the ground, clutching his hair tightly.
Drakuru sighed and asked sympathetically, "Novos, do you want revenge?"
Novos, who had already decided to die with his wife and children, suddenly felt a glimmer of hope and asked, "If I can get revenge, I'm willing to pay any price."
Drakuru nodded. "Very good, I'll teach you a method to seize Saronya's power. We absolutely cannot let this fortress fall into the hands of the Orcs."
Novos stared at Drakuru in astonishment, temporarily forgetting his grief. To seize the power of a god was something he had never dared to dream of. Could there really be a chance to achieve it?
Drakuru patiently explained:
"The power of blood can cause Saronya's flesh and blood to disintegrate, but that would be too wasteful. All we need to do is find Saronya's demonic essence and swallow it in a special way to obtain his power, but there is a possibility of failure, and we need to take a certain risk."
Novos said nonchalantly, "What's a little risk if it's all for revenge?"