Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 112 22. Rotten Master

   The dead palace of the dead became "lively" the moment Bwonsamdi appeared.

  The light of the blood moon shines in this dark place, where the moonlight shines, those screaming evil spirits are bound up, hang in the air, and receive their due punishment.

   The souls who can be judged as good will be guided into the depths of the underworld in the light of the blood moon, and continue to move forward along the ancient soul path.

   They will enter Bwonsamdi's sea of ​​death, from which they will escape from the material world and be sent into the realm of the dead.

   That world is called the Shadow Realm.

   is the other side associated with the material world, the destination of all souls, not only trolls will go there after death, but human beings and all intelligent life will go there after death.

   It was a world as big as the physical world, but with different rules.

   No one can go there and come back.

   Except for Black.

   He has been there in another game career, he knows the scenery there, he knows the rules there, he also knows the secrets there.

   Those secrets that are countless worlds away from Azeroth, but are closely related to this world.

   "Well, that's really a pity."

   In the lively hall, Blake looked at the troll souls who walked into death next to him.

   He shrugged. Throwing the soul lamp in his hand, Bwonsamdi, who was akimbo in front of his eyes and laughed wildly, said:

   "I messed up with Hela, that lunatic was going to smash me to ashes, and now I've been rejected by the 'dignified' Bwonsamdi, God, the light is on, what should I do?"

  Blake's voice was weird, as if his intonation was lengthened.

   revealed a pretentious panic and panic, he took a few steps back, and said with an excellent look of despair:

   "I don't want to die, so I can only travel a long way to find the next trade partner. Well, although Muerzala is a little more violent and manic, it may swallow me in one bite.

   But I have no choice. isn't it? "

  The pirate glanced at the troll **** of death, then took the lantern around his waist, turned around and left.

   "What are you doing?"

   Bwonsamdi, who was suspended in the sea of ​​death, put his hands on his hips and watched Blake turn and leave. He said in a tone that was so awkward that the listener couldn't help but go up and punch him:

   "Are you threatening old Bwonsamdi? Little human, pay attention to the tone of your voice! The enchantment on your soul can only protect you while you are alive!

   Once you die with me.

   Your soul will also be sent back to Hela's hell.

   Say it again.

How long will    leave you to find Muezala's shrine in Azeroth? "

   Having said this, the troll Reaper gave an odd laugh as he said:

   "I don't know where you got Muezala's name and how it was related to old Bwonsamdi, but would you like to hear me tell you a secret?"

"secret?"

  Black stopped.

   He looked back at the expression on Bwonsamdi's skeletal face.

   He was very suspicious that the reason why Bwonsamdi wanted to leave a rotten chin on his bony cheek was to show that kind of awkward smile at such a time.

   He looked at the troll Reaper, the pirate pretended to think, rubbed his chin, and said:

   "Don't tell me yet, let me guess.

   I love to guess riddles and I will definitely guess them! You don't mean to tell me that there are no more followers of Muezala in the material world of Azeroth, right?

   The oldest Loa is your adoptive father.

   But your father and son relationship is not good.

  So in the long time of more than 10,000 years, you have been quietly destroying those clans who believed in Muezala.

   You did it too successfully.

   So powerful that the most powerful Guloa, who claims to be devouring the whole of Azeroth, had lost all of its believers when it reacted.

  Without the beacon of believers in this world, no matter how powerful it is, it can no longer project its power into Azeroth from the Shadow Realm.

  You saved Azeroth by cunningly expelling your father from the material world.

   is really kind and filial to the son, my friend.

   But what you didn't expect was that your seemingly stupid and arrogant old father was smarter than you thought, and he left behind in advance. Hela, Hell, Land of Shadows

  Your old father left you a tough opponent. "

  Blake's words, said that there was a dead silence in the underworld, Bwonsamdi's awkward smile gradually disappeared, and it began to look at Black with another look.

   After several minutes, it said suspiciously:

   "Well, you've managed to get old Bwonsamdi's interest. How did you know this? Could it be that you're a very nicely disguised bronze dragon?"

   "I do have bronze dragon friends, but I'm a human, the purest kind."

  Black gave a thumbs up and pointed to himself.

   He said softly again:

   "But Azeroth is so wonderful that it can always give birth to some abnormal aliens. For example, in the material world, people who have been to the shadow world and come back are not just you Loa."

   "Stop lying! You **** king."

   Bwonsamdi sneered in disbelief:

   "The veil of life and death is so solid that not even Muezala and those nasty titans can break the rules of life and death, you are a mere human."

   "Opolis, Citadel of Ascension, Maw, Queen of Winter, Warden Zovar."

  Black said a few nouns. He raised his head, looked at Bwonsamdi, who was shocked, and said:

   "Do you want me to continue?

   I can say that I will not get tired all day long.

  I am also a person who likes to share.

   For example, how Muezala took refuge in the warden, and how the vampires of Revendez conspired to start a war among the stars of the entire material world.

   If you are curious, my dear Bwonsamdi.

  I can even tell you the relationship between the dark **** of the Burning Legion, the fall of the bronze titan Sargeras, and those behind the scenes in the Shadow Realm

Do you want to know?

   You want to know, right!

  Look at the fire of the soul in your eyes, beating so beautifully, shining with ignorance and foolishness.

  Don't worry, of course I will tell you, we are already friends, as long as you do me a little favor, I will tell you all this. "

  Black raised the soul lamp in his hand.

   He handed the thing to Bwonsamdi and said seductively:

   "Smell, how fragrant is this dark and sinister soul, whose body exudes the hopeless smell of depravity, and it has been drenched in conspiracy and vicious soup.

  It has already sucked up the delicious taste of **** and madness, take a bite, tsk tsk, and the juice splashes.

   You really don't want it?

   Such a delicious soul is an extremely rare delicacy for a **** of death like you, right? I have already delivered this gift to you, why are you hesitating? "

  The pirate increased his tone and said:

   "Help me get rid of Hela's **** curse, my friend, it's just a small effort for you, I'll be free, and you'll get a treasure.

   You can also get those secrets.

   Everyone gets what they need.

   Everyone will be happy! "

   The troll Reaper Bwonsamdi suspended in the halls of the Underworld will tilt his head and stare at the human pirates who are trying to seduce him with a weird look.

   The fire of the soul in its half-skull is beating strangely.

  Perhaps it also has stunned and surprised in its heart.

This.

   Times may have really changed.

   In the past, only Bwonsamdi tempted others to make deals. Why is there still a living person who came to the temple of the **** of death and said such deceitful words.

   However, old Bwonsamdi was really interested in what he said.

   And, that soul.

   Troll Reaper lowered his head and sniffed fiercely on the soul lamp held up by Blake, as if to inhale the deliciousness of the vicious soul into his lungs.

   "You really want to make a deal with old Bwonsamdi?"

   In front of him, the troll Reaper, dressed in a wild heavy metal style, flashed like a real ghost, appearing beside Blake.

  It waved its hand, and the Death Sword Guards around him immediately dissipated silently as they did when they appeared, leaving only a few worn-out masks that fell to the ground.

   This guy Bwonsamdi really likes this troll style voodoo mask.

  Its Hades is surrounded by such things.

  Bwonsamdi stretched out his hand and hugged Blake's shoulder enthusiastically, acting just like the two brothers. It had turned into three bones and draped it on Blake's shoulder for a moment.

   The chill that penetrated his soul made the pirates shudder.

   is not painful.

   On the contrary, it was as refreshing as drinking a big glass of ice water on a hot day. Most of the exhaustion and pressure in his soul because of the soul barrier dissipated in an instant.

   The pirate shrugged in relief.

   "You're a polite villain, and old Bwonsamdi was very pleased with the gift you brought."

  The troll Reaper stretched out his other hand and placed it on the lantern in Black's hand. It touched the thing, and the divine power of death that belonged to it collided with Hela's remaining divine power on the lantern.

   There was a faint blue crack streamer, like lightning jumping, and it shattered at Bwonsamdi's fingertips.

   "Well, the crazy His Majesty Hela still has the same character as before. She's a hot girl, um. It's just a little ugly, and it doesn't quite fit the aesthetics of old Bwonsamdi."

  The troll Reaper gave out a very indecent laugh.

   It grabbed the Soul Lamp in Black's hand, but couldn't take it down completely.

   It turned its head to look, the pirate was grabbing the hem of the soul lamp, and the other hand stretched out, making a small gesture universal in the universe.

   means that gifts cannot be taken for nothing.

"You're such a daring little human, but old Bwonsamdi likes you guys with character. I can't always turn down your deals, although I know that this bad habit may one day kill me.

   But whatever! "

   Bwonsamdi laughed.

   Its body was suspended in the air again, and it sat there in the air, shook its head, rubbed its forehead playfully, and said:

   "But old Bwonsamdi really can't give you what you want.

   I'm just a weak, helpless and pitiful, lowly troll Reaper, not even in the ranks of pure Loa gods. "

  It stretched out its little finger, made a "weak" movement, spread its hands again, and said to Blake:

"Once I have a head-on conflict with Hela, whether I live or die is a trivial matter, but I can't interfere with the life-and-death balance of the troll civilization. As you said, blocking the will of Muerzala in this world is very difficult. .

  Old Bwonsamdi can't give you too many mojos.

but.

   is not impossible to talk about. "

   A sly light shone in the eye sockets of the troll Reaper. It pointed to the southwest and said:

   "Old Bwonsamdi is a loa, don't think I'm smarter than those idiots, but old Bwonsamdi has a little problem with loa. Like, when I was young.

   Well. In those beautiful, stupid and impulsive years.

  I will make deals with a lot of weird people without discrimination.

  Not every transaction will make people feel satisfied, there are always some **** trying to repay the bill with old Bwonsamdi. At that time, I was more impulsive and would use my way.

  Hehe, go punish them.

  If old Bwonsamdi didn't have Alzheimer's, I remember, in that direction, somewhere in the Wharton Desert, and the goblins I left behind after one of my stupid failed deals.

   That is a very elite mojo.

  If you can get that thing, without the help of old Bwonsamdi, you can shatter the curse Hela casts on you by yourself.”

   Having said this, the Troll Reaper stretched out his hand, hooked his fingers, and Blake put the soul lamp into his hand.

   With Bwonsamdi's weird laugh, the three fingers folded together for a moment, and the soul-inducing lamp shattered with a bang.

   Gul'dan's spirit was about to flee at once.

   But Bwonsamdi squeezed two fingers, like magic, in the gathering of death power, he reduced that extremely evil soul to the size of a puppy, and was lifted by it in his hand.

"go Go."

   Bwonsamdi looked at Blake who turned around and walked out of the temple. He waved goodbye friendly and said:

   "The one who made a deal with old Bwonsamdi that time, and the one who defaulted on his debt, was also a pirate. Maybe I really have a lot of fate with you stinky pirates.

   Oh, yes, if Hela asks

  Don't tell her that old Bwonsamdi helped you.

  I think a smart little human like you knows how miserable it would be to offend two gods of death at the same time.

   Good luck on the way to the Great Desert of Wharton, and may the never-ending desert wind bury you or be eaten by snake people as food.

   nasty friend. "

   (end of this chapter)