There was no movement within Drak'Tharon Keep. If the Prophet Saronite had fallen, it would surely have caused a sensation, such as the screams of a large group of Drakkari Trolls, chaos, and low morale.
Vol'jin promised to help Novos get the life he wanted, but only if Novos could escape Drak'Tharon Keep. How could he, the Chief Priest, escape with his life when a noble Loa had fallen?
The life of the Loa is intertwined with that of the Priests, and Vol'jin played a trick on Novos, making him believe that using the power of the Blood Trolls would allow him to break free from this bond.
In fact, Vol'jin himself wasn't entirely confident.
Fierce fighting continued on the city walls, with Orcs soldiers falling one after another. After pondering for a while, Vol'jin guessed that Novos had met with misfortune and was about to order a retreat.
Just then, Vol'jin saw Novos, dressed in magnificent Priest robes, climb the city wall.
Novos held a black staff, its tip emitting a dark light. Dark power struck several Orcs soldiers, and a large number of Orcs fell silently in the midst of battle. Then, Novos looked down from his vantage point and gave a deep look in the direction of Vol'jin.
As a noble Loa Priest, he would never personally enter the chaotic Battlefield unless absolutely necessary. Vol'jin guessed the purpose of Novos's actions and quickly understood.
"Attack!" Vol'jin roared. "For Azeroth, for the great Savior Thrall, kill these filthy bastards!"
This time, Vol'jin sent out a small number of Dragonblood Orcs, who mingled with the large group of ordinary Orcs. The Dragonblood Orcs climbed the city walls, quickly turning the tide of the battle into one-sided conflict.
The terrifying Dragonblood Orcs were unstoppable, Drakkari Trolls ' defenses quickly collapsed. Novos had retreated to a safe position and was observing the battle from a high tower.
He saw a Dragonblood Orcs break through the encirclement and roar as it charged toward Warlord Himbo. In a single exchange, the Troll, clad in thick armor, was caught off guard, his skull mask flying off and two broken fangs falling to the ground.
Beneath the mask was a completely unfamiliar face. Novos was taken aback; it turned out that this was just a doppelganger destined to die, and the real Warlord Himbo, had probably already escaped.
How insidious!
Novos shook his head with a bitter expression, which only Steadfast his resolve.
The Prophet Saronite finally made his move, unleashing a terrifying Blood Siphon that even Dragonblood Orcs couldn't withstand. However, the Dragon's power caused Saronya to hesitate for a moment, a subtle change that only Chief Priest Novos noticed.
Novos hurriedly entered Saronya's lair. A short while later, Saronya, wings outstretched, staggered back as if drunk, and whispered instructions:
"I have gained a wondrous power. If I can fully absorb it, my strength will reach a new level. Novos, quickly summon the Priests. Also, we must defend the fortress. This time, my absorption will take longer. Once I awaken, immediately cast Dark Praise."
Then, Saronya closed his eyes and drifted into an Anjing dream.
Novos was in no hurry; he stood aside and waited for Saronya to digest the power within him.
The digestion process took more than fifteen minutes. The battle on the city wall had long since ended. After Saronya used Blood Siphon for the second time, Vol'jin ordered a retreat, which relieved the defenders on the city wall.
After digesting the energy, the Prophet Saronite opened his eyes, feeling his body brimming with power. However, there was a strange aura about him, which was incompatible with the power within him and required more time to digest and integrate.
Seeing Novos still waiting to the side, Saronya angrily questioned, "Fool! Didn't you hear my orders? Why didn't you go and summon the Priests?"
Novos bowed respectfully and asked:
"Great God, I had a dream yesterday. I dreamt of my father, who was in a dark, icy wasteland. I saw countless frozen souls—your believers. My father told me that we are all your food."
The Prophet Saronite roared in fury, "Fool, you've been tricked! I store food on a plain in the deep sea, where the water never flows, keeping the soul fresh."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the Prophet Saronite realized his mistake. After all, he was a god, and there was no need for him to defend himself. It wouldn't be difficult to find a Chief Priest.
"Novos, you know too much."
Novos merely smiled slightly, then preemptively crushed the Rune.
A strange power enveloped the Prophet Saronite's body, invading every organ, every muscle, and every drop of blood. The Prophet Saronite was horrified; in an instant, he lost all his strength and screamed in terror:
"This is a trap."
Novos said calmly, "Prophet Saronite, your reign has come to an end."
"Damn bug, how dare you plot against me, plot against a powerful god!" The Prophet Saronite struggled desperately, but this only made him weaker.
"No, no, the essence of the Blood Trolls, how did you obtain it?"
Saronya groaned weakly, his massive body splitting open, ugly wounds covering his entire body.
Beneath the beautiful scales, the flesh shimmered with a jewel-like light; the power of the Animal Loa was indeed hidden within their bodies.
"The Zandalari Trolls are the Horde's minions," Novos replied calmly.
"It's the Horde! You've colluded with them!" Saronya made a final plea. "Novos, what have you done? If it weren't for me, who would protect the Zul'Drak Empire?"
Novos's expression was solemn as he conjured an intricate spell in his hands, and he whispered:
"Saronya, your power belongs to me. I will become the new Loa and use your power to change the tragic Destiny of the Zul'Drak Trolls."
Saronya stared at the magic in Novos's hand, utterly astonished. Although it didn't understand the principles and effects of the magic, it clearly realized that it was a terrifying spell that could only have come from a more advanced civilization.
"Novos, the Destiny of the Loa is tragic. If they cannot regularly absorb enough souls, their power will decline, and they will eventually degenerate into mindless beasts. You have gained my power, but the Destiny of the Zul'Drak Trolls will not change."
Novos's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, and the magic in his hands nearly dissipated. He stubbornly raised his head. "Don't worry, I will change, change everything, change the flaws in divine power."
The spell landed on Saronya's wounded body, and Saronya's flesh quickly lost its luster as all its essence concentrated into a multicolored sphere.
This magic was not perfect; Saronya still had a shimmering skeleton, with some of the Loa's power remaining in its bones.
But Novos was already quite satisfied; he swallowed the radiant sphere whole.
The power of the Loa spread throughout his body, making him feel like a god, full of confidence. It felt wonderful to be in control of everything. The absorption of the Loa was successful, and the divine power filled every muscle.
But the power from the Dragon caused him trouble, as it seemed unable to merge with the power of the Loa. Novos saw his body covered in wounds, on the verge of being torn apart.
The dying Saronya laughed loudly, "Novos, you're really unlucky. Even I can't integrate with the strange power within those Orcs."
Novos gave a cold laugh, took out the Plague vial without hesitation, and quickly poured it into his mouth.