As predicted, the flesh and blood of the Loa possessed Corruption power, but because the degree of Corruption was not yet sufficient, the name it uttered was not clear enough.
Before long, Mufunu, who had been wolfing down his food, also knelt on the ground, his body splitting open and growing out claws and a head Wind Serpents.
The two Priests, Corruption by the Loa, had completely lost their minds. They paced back and forth madly at the top of the Altar, screaming something at the top of their lungs.
All of this was within Robbie's expectations, but if that were the case, how could he possibly fool Vol'jin?
According to the Scourge scholars' analysis, if a target has been Corruption for a short time, the Loa's Corruption power can be extracted.
Robbie secretly cast a spell, fusing Holy Light energy with Arcane energy, which then penetrated deep into the bodies of the two Priests.
The two bodies trembled violently, their backs split open, and clumps of blurry flesh escaped, gathering together and merging into a small Wind Serpent.
It looks exactly like the Quetz'lun, God of Wind Serpent, except it has no consciousness and is just an empty shell.
This little Wind Serpent was Robbie's find; it was essentially a soulless Loa, which the Scourge could use for research.
The two Priests returned to normal, but remained unconscious on the ground. A small amount of Loa remained within them, and their strength had increased.
The Power of the Holy Light condensed into Chains of Order, binding the small Wind Serpent, which Robbie carried away from the Altar.
After an unknown amount of time, Mufunu awoke first, feeling the powerful energy within him, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Then, Tua'tua slowly woke up, waving her arms wildly and muttering:
"Is this the power of the Loa?"
Mufunu felt the powerful force within him. Although it was far inferior to the mighty Quetz'lun, he was already quite satisfied and whispered:
"The power of the Loa has already taken root within us. With diligent training, we will surely become Loas as powerful as Quetz'lun."
Tua'tua said dismissively, "Quetz'lun is just a foolish Wind Serpent. We will grow much faster than her. Just watch, we will soon change this world."
With the fall of Quetz'lun, the two Priests successfully gained her power. Warlord Zol'Maz, who had been secretly observing the situation, was the first to receive the news.
Overjoyed, Warlord Zol'Maz was astonished, for this proved Vol'jin's guess to be correct: one could gain power by devouring the flesh and blood of the Loa. He hurriedly informed Vol'jin of this good news.
Vol'jin, beaming with pride, patted Zormaz on the shoulder and said:
"You have rendered great service to the Horde. Rest assured, you will certainly receive your due rewards. One of the remaining five Loa of the Zul'Drak Empire will belong to you."
Zolmaz grinned and asked hastily, "Vol'jin, when will the Horde attack the Zul'Drak Empire to capture those Loa?"
Vol'jin shook his head and laughed:
"Zormaz, that's not how it's done. Let me teach you how to proceed. Go and tell those Loa that the Zul'Drak Empire is no longer safe. Execute your Priests immediately, and the Horde will offer them refuge."
Warlord Zol'Maz's eyes lit up, and he smiled slyly, "I understand."
The news of the fall of Quetz'lun, God of Wind Serpent, quickly spread throughout the Zul'Drak Empire. Frost King Malakk was shocked and realized Vol'jin's plot, but it was too late.
Upon receiving the news, the Loa did not hesitate to execute their respective Priests to prevent future trouble.
Mufunu and Tua'tua were also quickly hunted down, and even the innocent Haverni was implicated and suffered a brutal fate.
The Zul'Drak Empire was thrown into turmoil, Loa were unsure whom to trust.
Just then, Warlord Zol'Maz spoke up, saying that the Horde was willing to temporarily provide shelter for all the Loa until the situation in the Zul'Drak Empire calmed down.
Snow Leopard God Har'koa was packing her belongings, preparing to join the Horde, the sky suddenly darkened, and a Wind Serpent wreathed in black energy slowly descended before Har'koa.
Har'koa cautiously gazed at her old friend, now a wandering spirit, and whispered:
"My old friend, the three Priests who killed you are dead, yet your soul still refuses to find peace?"
Quetz'lun sighed softly, "My old friend, I've come to say my final goodbyes. In the Shadowlands, I witnessed the truth, but sadly, my old friend, never trust the Horde; it's a trap."
Har'koa paused for a moment, then asked, "Quetz'lun, how can I trust you?"
Quetz'lun whispered, "The power that killed me was the essence of the Blood Trolls. You know, the Zandalari Empire is merely a vassal state of the Orcs, not even qualified to join the Horde."
Har'koa tilted her head and thought for a long time before deciding to trust Quetz'lun and saying gratefully:
Thank you, my old friend.
Near Drak'Tharon Keep, on the border of the Zul'Drak Empire, Vol'jin had a tall Altar built.
The Altar has five positions, representing the five Loa currently existing in the Zul'Drak Empire.
Behind Vol'jin followed a group of Priests from the Zandalari Empire, guiding the craftsmen in constructing the Blood Trolls array.
Eitrigg asked, puzzled, "Why Zandalar Priest? I think Blood Trolls Priest would be more suitable."
Vol'jin shrugged and said regretfully, "Blood Trolls won't obey our Horde's orders. Setting up a blood Magic Circle isn't difficult; Zandalar Priests are perfectly capable of it."
Sylvanas gazed at the Magic Circle hidden inside the Altar and asked in surprise, "This Magic Circle seems a little different."
Vol'jin, beaming with pride, laughed triumphantly:
"Of course. The reason why the two Priests who obtained the power of Quetz'lun were so easily killed is because they consumed it too quickly, losing most of the Loa's power. My Magic Circle can imprison five Loa, and then gradually devour their flesh and blood. According to my calculations, if I continue to consume them like this for three years, I can obtain most of the Loa's power."
Sylvanas nodded, her expression cool and aloof:
"Indeed, foolish Loa, they deserve only to be our food."
"You're wrong, Sylvanas." A loud voice rang out, and Sylvanas frowned. A Portal appeared behind her, from which a large group of Orcs emerged.
Under heavy protection, Thrall, the Savior, looked at Sylvanas with a mocking gaze:
"Banshee, you are nothing but a dead woman; the power of the Loa is utterly useless against you."
Sylvanas, without changing her expression, glanced at Vol'jin and Eitrigg, who were bowing to Thrall, and asked in a calm tone:
"Vol'jin, you planned to abandon me all along, didn't you? That doesn't seem surprising at all!"
Vol'jin smiled faintly, "All of this is for the sake of saving Azeroth. Besides the great Savior Thrall, who else is qualified to devour the Loa?"
Sylvanas chuckled coldly, "I'll remember your hospitality today, Vol'jin. Hopefully, Thrall will reward you with some scraps."
With that, Sylvanas turned and left without looking back.
Back at the camp, Sylvanas summoned Antonidas and gave the order:
"High Archmage, open the Portal. Destination: Zandalari Empire, Nazmir."