Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 997 93. The Dilemma of Old Bwonsamdi

   "Speak well! Don't draw a knife!"

On the deck of the    Naglfar, seeing Black pulled out Salamaine without a word, old Bwonsamdi, who was manipulating Garrosh's body, panicked.

  He put on a "relieve anger" gesture and poured bitterness on Blake and said:

   "You know me, my good friend Blake, you know that my death power comes from my terrible adoptive father, and I can't go against him at all, especially after he breaks into the other world where I hide.

  My mojo is under his control, my power is waning, all the servants of the underworld are destroyed, and all my priests are killed by him.

   Even poor old Bwonsamdi would have been murdered if he hadn't been busy rebuilding his connection between the material world and the shadow world. I want to keep a secret for you too, my friend, you know how loyal old Bwonsamdi is to his friends.

   But I can't do it. "

  The troll Death God snorted and cried with a fake nose and tears:

   "Old Bwonsamdi's troll heroic souls hidden in the other world are all gone. They were all thrown into the maw to extract their anima. I really want to save them, but I can't protect myself.

  I looked around the world and saw that there were very few people who could save me, and only then did I realize how lucky I am to have your friendship.

  The priests I sent to Tanaris were sacrificed to Muezala by the Sandfury trolls, but they neglected the treasures my priests left behind.

  I poured my last wisp of divine power into this mask, and with great difficulty lured a Sandfury deserter to take the mask away from Zul'Farrak.

  I am waiting in this desolate desert.

   Until today, I finally saw you again.

  Well, if it weren't for the fact that old Bwonsamdi's body is now in the **** chains, and if it weren't for my soul being calcined, I must give you a big hug to celebrate our goodbye.

   Brave Black, for the peace and future of Azeroth, go and create miracles under the leadership of old Bwonsamdi. "

   In the face of Bwonsamdi's cry, Blake's reaction was quite direct.

   The cold sword in his hand rested on Garrosh's neck, waiting for the troll mask in front of him and the two rays of light under the mask, he said:

   "Who do you think you're lying to? Who do you think I am? If so, do you expect me to believe it? I believe in you! You are the worst old man.

   Honestly, how is your current situation?

  If you have no use value at all, I will sell you to Muezala with my backhand. Maybe I can still have a good relationship with the father of the night.

   Maybe he'll let me go as soon as he's happy? "

"you are dreaming!"

  The old troll was completely unafraid, sneered a few times, and said:

   "I didn't lie to you that Muerzala knew of your existence. That lunatic from Hela went crazy after you drove him back to the Maw and wanted to seek revenge from you.

  You know, she and Muezala are from Zovar's faction, and it couldn't be easier for the Nightfather to figure out your situation.

   He won't let you go.

  You need to have a clear understanding of his brutality and ruthlessness, you may be a graceful villain, but it is a really hopeless thug.

   As for my current situation. "

   Bwonsamdi made a helpless sigh. Like a melancholy troll, he squatted on the deck on his toes, rubbed his head and said:

   "It's not as bad as I described it, my dear friend, but my warm nest is really gone, and Muerzala has taken it.

  I originally wanted to ask the Queen of Winter in Blazing Blue Immortal for help.

   But I usually cough, how can I say? He didn't pay much attention to maintaining the friendly relationship with the Faye Royal Court, and before entering the queen's hall, he was driven out by a group of annoying Faye Fairies with fairy fire.

   Although I haven't been caught, I can only hide in XZ now. "

  Black leaned on Salameni and looked at Garrosh's "troll squat" with strange eyes.

   This pose doesn't feel strange on a troll with long legs and a thin waist, but when an orc with a big shoulder and a round waist does this, he looks like a street boy.

   I was about to put on Adi, hold melon seeds in hand, put a bottle of vodka next to it, and then scolded Suka.

picture.

so similar.

  Blake shook his head, getting rid of the strange sense of sight, he coughed and said:

   "If you want me to help you, just be more frank, Bwonsamdi, we have worked well with Hela before, and we have the foundation to work together again.

   But if you are not honest, I can't help you.

  Come on, why not go back to the material world? And, a dilapidated shrine in Zul'Farrak, you sent your priest over and it didn't work?

  When you pick people, do you draw lots with your eyes closed? Didn't you check your abilities? Can such a simple thing be done? "

   "What time is this, don't complain about my trash priest, okay?"

  Old Bwonsamdi said helplessly:

   "My priest was about to succeed, but who knew that a priest of the blood **** Hakkar suddenly jumped out of his disguise, and my poor loyal servant was hacked to death on the spot by the furious Sandfury troll.

   That blood splattered yo.

   Now it is estimated that it has been made into a mummy, right?

   As for why you don’t hide in the material world, I want to come back, do I dare to come back? There is a dangerous thing that is not weaker than Muerzala awakening here. "

   Death sneered, glanced at Black, and said:

   "I'm guessing, your dog-legged old Gani must tell you that Zandalar is safe, right?"

   "Be careful when you speak!"

   Black emphasized:

   "What is a dogleg? Old Gani is my most loyal partner, and we are close comrades-in-arms with common interests! You are not allowed to insult my lovely **** of trash.

  It is my favorite Loa!

and then?

   What happened to Zandalar, that old Ghani didn't find but you found? "

   "I heard your description so apt, I almost believed it, but isn't that another way of saying a dog's leg?"

  Old Bwonsamdi rolled his eyes and stopped hiding anything, saying:

   "Old Gani is a garbage picker, he knows the dark changes of the Nazmir jungle? He doesn't even dare to approach the lair of the Midnight God Cyric.

   What useful things can you expect that coward to bring you back?

  Let old Bwonsamdi tell you, just a week before I 'disappeared', Sirick was 'infected'. "

"Infect?"

   Hearing this word, Blake instantly narrowed his eyes, and he said coldly:

   "Uldir's seal is still strong! Where can the power to infect a loa?"

   "The savage blood trolls have dug another huge cave in the ground. Apparently, they have unleashed some ancient terror. Uldir is indeed solid, but so what?"

  Old Bwonsamdi said with a sigh:

   "It can suppress the evil body, but it can't suppress the diffusion of those dark breaths. I think it should be related to what is sealed under the Waldun Desert.

   Your dwarf friend probably didn't tell you everything he did, or someone else took over the job left by the pesky Brian Bronzebeard.

   In short, the disaster on Zandalar is coming!

   Do you think I'll stay there and be buried with them?

  I would rather hide in the Blazing Blue Immortal Wild and be despised by the nasty night elves every day, and I don’t want to die inexplicably under a blood plague that even God Loa can infect.

  You know me.

   Compared to my life, what is it like to lose face?

   But the biggest problem now is on Zul'Farrak. Once Muezala's shrine is rebuilt and the Father of Night returns to Azeroth, both you and I will have to die. "

   Old Bwonsamdi played up the threat, saying:

   "You should know that guy as well as I do, he is the ancestor **** of trolls, the beliefs he can acquire are infinite, and those beliefs will reshape his body for him in the material world.

   Once he has a body, any ridiculous demigod will be wiped out by him in an instant.

   He claims to engulf the world. It took me tens of thousands of years to make the world forget him. That is the only way.

  You must push him back into his grave! In this way, I can also find a way to retake my other world, and you and I have a bright future. "

   "Bullshit, I only saw me fighting to the death while you were reaping the benefits."

   Black glared at Bwonsamdi, and he said to the sly loa:

   "I don't object to you using me as a mercenary, but you can't let me do it for nothing, right?"

   "But I have nothing left."

  Old Bwonsamdi spread his hands and opened them on the spot.

   He showed the appearance of a dead pig not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, and said sickly:

"The other world is gone, the priest is dead, the Hades is abandoned, I have this mask left in my hand, and the treasures I bring with me will be handed over to the Wild Hunting Group of the Faye Royal Court in exchange for them not destroying my temporary residence. broken shack.

   Every week, I have to set aside a special amount of money to go to the French Night Stage to buy tickets to watch the goblins perform the stage play.

   I'm so miserable, good friend Blake, do you still ask me for it?

  I promise you that as long as I get back what belongs to me, I will give you whatever you see in the other world, and I will never break my promise! Swear in Bwonsamdi's name! "

   "Have you been reduced to the point where you need to watch the night stage play to pass the time?"

  Blake's mouth twitched, and he said with empathy:

   "Then you are still miserable enough, the set is so bad, the actors are so amateur, and you can watch such a pompous stage play."

   "Well, who said it wasn't?"

  Old Bwonsamdi sighed like a desolate and lonely old man:

   "Those goblins are still far worse than the professional actors in Azeroth. If there is a choice, who will choose to pass the time there?

   I didn’t know that the Queen of Winter would occasionally come to the venue, and I wanted to use the opportunity to watch a play to make a relationship there. "

   "I advise you not to do that."

  Blake saw that the old Bwonsamdi, who used to talk a lot, was now so down, and the anger in his heart decreased slightly.

   He persuaded:

   "The reason why the Queen of Winter is called that name is not only because she represents the power of the ruthless withering side of nature, but also because of her indifferent character.

   She is rude to all creatures from Azeroth.

Trust me, once you annoy her, maybe she will **** your heart out on the spot and let you return to the state of the spirit seed. I mean, the family affairs of the two sisters have not been resolved, so don't join in the fun. . "

   "Then what should I do?"

   Troll Reaper stared at him and said:

   "Don't ask the Queen of Winter for help, do you want me to take refuge with the vampires in Venthyr? The macho men of Maldroxus are not afraid of Muezala, but they don't want me either.

   As for the promotion of the fort, let alone.

   It's annoying to see the dogmatic little blue man. "

   "Don't you still have me?"

   Black grinned and said:

   "If you want to abandon the Underworld, you must have a foothold in the material world, right? I think Zul'Farrak is good. After I kill the chief, warlord and priest of the Sandfury clan, you can take it there.

  Zandalar is indeed a good place, but as a troll death, you must have a bowl of water, and you can't stay with Zandalar trolls all the time, you will be gossiped.

  Don't worry, Bwonsamdi, I'll help you, I'll be off to Zul'Farrak in a minute, and I'll try to get this done in three days. "

"Um?"

  Old Bwonsamdi was afraid that Black would not help, but now the stinky pirate himself promised to help, and the troll Reaper became suspicious.

   He stood up, looked Black up and down, and after a few seconds he said:

   "I'll explain in advance, I really don't have anything good for you, I'm really down now."

   "What are you talking about, we are friends, how could I take advantage of the fire?"

  Blake threw Salamaine back into his suitcase, patted Bwonsamdi on the shoulder, and patted his chest again, and said confidently:

   "Don't worry, I will definitely handle this for you beautifully. But since we are brothers, I will not hide some words.

   In my current status, I don't like what you gave me.

   does not mean to despise you, I just tell the truth, I believe you will not let me do it in vain, so I want to ask for one last thing from you. "

   The smelly pirate came close to old Bwonsamdi's ear and whispered:

   "You have been a **** of death for tens of thousands of years, and you have wandered on both sides of the material world and the shadow world. You must know a lot of psychic knowledge, right? I want this knowledge that belongs to the dead.

   You must tell me everything you know about Anima Harvesting, Anima Extraction and Fusion.

  I don't think you're trying to fool me, after all, for a prophet who knows the weekly rotation of the French Night stage show, I'll find out if you make up some rubbish.

How about it?

   Is this price reasonable? "

   has always been bragging and ranting, and Bwonsamdi, who did not change his face, showed a change in his astonished eyes for the first time. After a few seconds, he dawdled and said:

   "You said that Xinneng is the knowledge of the dead. Even if I teach you, you won't be able to learn it."

"you sure?"

  Black put his hand on Bwonsamdi's mask, and a familiar burning sensation came from his fingertips, just like the "experience learning" after each victory over his opponent.

   And Bwonsamdi also felt that his precious heart could start to beat in the flick of the pirate's fingers, and he suddenly shouted, shouting:

   "Enough! I'll teach you, you freak! No wonder you're growing so fast, you can actually absorb anima in the material world"

   "Shhhhhh."

  The stinky pirate put his finger to his mouth, made a small motion, and said:

   "This is my biggest secret, so don't talk nonsense. Come and follow me into the house! First teach me a little deposit, and when I'm all together, I'll go to Zul'Farrak to help you."

   "You can go now."

   Bwonsamdi commented:

   "Why do you have to wait? You can't wait there."

   "We haven't negotiated the salary for fighting Sandfury trolls with the goblins, what are you worried about?"

  The pirate glared at him and said:

   "I can't make a trip for nothing, can I?

  Since we want to do it, we must maximize the benefits. Knowledge is very good, but we live in the real world, so we must be more realistic, right? my friend.

  Who thinks too much money? "

   "Okay, I'll just say why you came to Zul'Farrak all of a sudden!"

  Old Bongsandi suddenly found himself deceived.

   He said fiercely:

   "So, even if I don't ask you for help, you're going to Zul'Farrak to make a fuss? I'm the one who leaked the truth, right?"

   "What do you want me to say."

  Blake looked back with a perfect eight-tooth smile and said:

   "I think, after encountering a series of unfortunate events and then meeting you, I finally have all the hardships and joys, don't show such eyes, it's a beautiful thing to meet old friends.

  Come and smile. "

   (end of this chapter)