Heisen Plane, Troll Capital.
Mulivar.
As the capital of the Troll Empire that ruled over Heisen, Mulivar's magnificence was unimaginable.
Mulivar was built on a mountain.
Strictly speaking, the Troll Capital had been carved out of the mountain itself.
From the foot of the mountain to the peak, a gentle slope would be dug out from the belly of the mountain, and sturdy stone buildings would be built on top of it. The gentle slopes were connected by a flight of stone steps. The two sides of the stone steps were densely covered with two-meter-tall totems, and there was a stone brazier at the entrance of each step.
From the bottom to the top, one could see that there were more than a hundred stone platforms that could be used for living.
Looking into the distance, the huge stone mountain was densely packed with stone houses, but it did not give off the feeling of being crowded or messy at all.
Facing the stone passageway was a magnificent stone staircase that led from the foot of the mountain all the way to the top of the mountain. It was so high that it was almost impossible to climb it. At the end of the flight of nearly ten thousand steps, there was an exceptionally majestic shrine.
Every day at sunrise or dusk, all the Trolls living in Mulivar would gather near the stone steps and pray to the shrine, praying that the great Winged Serpent God would continue to protect the Trolls and bestow them with power, allowing the Forest of Dracula to have good weather and an abundance of beasts.
However, in the past few days, with the arrival of the otherworldly invaders, the Giant Demons added another request to their list of prayers. They hoped that the Feathered Serpent God could display his divine might and protect the Giant Demons from the plague.
Some time ago, the Trolls had been sent into the forest to search for the invaders, but they'd been forced to retreat in defeat. Along with them, besides the numerous injured, there was also the terrifying plague!
The Trolls lived in a primitive state, and they hadn't established an effective medical system. Coupled with the fact that the Trolls were all strong and healthy, they rarely suffered from diseases. As a result, there were only thirty to forty Witch Doctors in the Troll Capital, and most of them were at rank 1 or 2.
The higher-ups and Witch Doctors recognized the terror of the plague, and ordered the infected to stay in the temporary camp at the foot of the mountain. They weren't allowed to return home or enter the city. But it was obvious that this order was not carried out firmly and thoroughly!
Somehow, the plague managed to spread into the city.
Almost overnight, almost half of the 23,000 residents of Mulivar were infected with the terrible plague.
For a time, the entire city was filled with pitiful Giant Demons who were covered in yellow-green poisonous clouds and coughing violently. They were so weak that they could barely stand up.
This was because their bodies were strong enough!
If such a plague were to spread in a human city, it would probably spawn thousands of plague creatures overnight. When the same plague fell on the Trolls, it only made them lose the ability to move, and they could only lie there and suffer.
Meanwhile, on a tall stone platform in the temple at the top of the mountain, a few sturdy and bad-tempered troll leaders gathered together and angrily questioned a stooped and skinny troll shaman who was holding a wooden staff in his hand.
"Yek, can your people do it or not? When will this plague be eradicated? "
"I can't take it anymore … More than half of my lads are already lying on the ground, and you guys are just sitting around and enjoying the fruits of others' labor without doing anything …"
"Hurry … Come up with a solution. My little Xin Ro is still suffering from the plague at home! If anything happens to her, the Zangu tribe won't take a single cent of your tribute this year … "
Those who could gather here were the leaders of the various tribes, and they were all powerful rank 3 Troll warriors. However, they were helpless against the sudden plague, and could only roar at the shaman leader in front of them.
Yek, a rank 3 shaman, and the only one in the Troll Kingdom!
He was already more than 700 years old this year.
His long lifespan had allowed him to experience countless twists and turns and risks. Hence, he didn't lose his cool like the other Trolls in the face of the terrifying plague. Instead, he displayed a calm demeanor.
"Shut up! You bastards, all of you shut up … "
Looking at the abnormally irascible leaders surrounding him, Yek abruptly slammed the wooden staff in his hand, and a violent gust of air swept them off their feet, causing them to stagger back a few steps. At the same time he roared, a gigantic phantom of a feathered serpent appeared behind him.
This was a powerful creature with strange wings and golden scales. On top of its flat and wide serpent head, two emerald-like eyes shone with a frightening ferocity as they slowly swept across the crowd.
The scene immediately quietened down.
All the Trolls knelt on one knee and pressed their hands against their chests, respectfully offering their reverence and devotion to the manifested Feathered Serpent God.
"The enemy is approaching …"
"Due to Kano's incompetence, a trace of my source of power has fallen into their hands …"
"I need all of you to take it back …"
The Feathered Serpent God hissed sharply, and a strange sound lingered between heaven and earth. It was so sharp that it could tear apart one's eardrums.
Hearing the Feathered Serpent God's order, the Troll leaders couldn't help but look at each other.
Finally, a Troll gathered his courage and asked, "Great Feathered Serpent God, where are the enemies?"
"Great Feathered Serpent God, where are the enemies?"
"The west … It's very close. I can almost smell the stench coming from them … The plague in Mulivar is caused by them … If I don't take back the source of my power, I won't be able to eradicate the plague …"
The Feathered Serpent God's order was so clear that the Troll leaders naturally didn't have any room to bargain.
The Trolls obeyed and hurriedly left the Witch Doctor's hut, rushing back to their own tribes to gather manpower.
After the Troll leaders left one after another, the phantom of the Feathered Serpent God didn't immediately disappear. Instead, it conversed with the Yek Witch Doctor for a while before slowly dispersing.
… …
This was a small, strange space that was independent of the Heisen Plane.
It had an area of less than 100,000 square meters.
However, the layout was similar to the city of the Troll Capital. There were huge greyish-white rocks everywhere, grand statues of gods everywhere, and lush forests everywhere …
At the center of this strange space, there was a passage covered in moss and small swamps. There was a huge nest made of huge rocks.
The air here was hot and humid, similar to a common tropical rainforest.
On top of a small stone platform, there was a huge eggshell that was more than a meter tall amidst a thick layer of white bones. The Feathered Serpent God lay beside the huge egg, using its long and thin tail to sweep it up. Then, it gently spat out golden lightning at it.
The violent lightning that used to be full of destruction seemed gentle and peaceful at this moment. It constantly revolved around the huge egg, splitting into countless small scattered electric currents that were slowly swallowed by the huge egg.
Every time it swallowed a certain amount of golden lightning, the eggshell would emit a strange spiritual fluctuation of satisfaction. At this time, the little life inside the huge egg would stop swallowing and fall into a deep sleep to digest the golden lightning that carried traces of the plane's origin aura.
Only when the huge egg fell into a deep sleep could the huge female Feathered Serpent God rest for a while. She would close her eyes and open her mouth, quietly waiting for the few male Feathered Serpents who acted as servants and guards to send food into her mouth.
In the entire Feathered Serpent Kingdom, apart from some wild beasts that served as food, the rest were Feathered Serpents that were worshiped by the Trolls.
There were only 12 Feathered Serpent Guards, all of them male and with basic strength of grade 2 or 3. The only female was the female Feathered Serpent God Zuka, who had become stronger and more majestic under the support of the power of faith. She was also the tribal totem god that the Forest Trolls worshiped.
After experiencing the influence of the power of faith for thousands of years, Zuka had mastered part of the power of divine arts without a teacher. Her basic strength had also jumped to the elementary grade 5.
However, due to her instincts as a magical beast, she still consumed a large amount of power of faith and divinity to give birth to a child. During the incubation period, her basic strength had fallen from the elementary grade 5 to the advanced grade 4, and she had to face a period of weakness that lasted as long as 300 years.
The Feathered Serpent God Zuka spat out golden lightning for three days and three nights before finally feeding the little life inside the huge egg. Thus, when it fell into a deep sleep, Zuka heaved a long sigh of relief and laid down beside the huge egg, closing her eyes to take a nap.
However, every time she wanted to enter deep meditation to recover the power she had consumed, a strange energy fluctuation would overflow from her spiritual sea, disturbing her peace.
"Bastards … These damned invaders, I'm going to tear you into pieces and grind your bones to ashes!"
Disturbed by this strange foreign fluctuation, the Feathered Serpent God Zuka became violent and tyrannical.
Its grand and sharp roar instantly resounded in this strange world, causing the entire space to tremble.
All the magical beasts who heard this roar were so frightened that their limbs went limp, and they fell to the ground, unable to move.
Even the Feathered Serpent Guards were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and spread their wings. They did not know what they had done wrong to anger their master.
The little life inside the huge egg was obviously disturbed as well, and it even released an angry spiritual fluctuation with hissing sounds.
The Feathered Serpent God Zuka, who had been abnormally tyrannical just a moment ago, hurriedly suppressed her anger in the next moment. She once again used gentle golden lightning and gentle caresses to coax the huge egg to sleep.
The Feathered Serpent God Zuka straightened its body, and its gaze pierced through this strange space, passing through the temple that stood tall at the top of the Troll City, and cast it far into the distance towards the west.
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