Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 143 51. Old Buang Sandy's Transaction [1315]

   "Give me his head! Otherwise you will live forever in this blocked undead form!"

  Old Bwonsamdi hovered on the deck of the Nagfar and stretched out his hand towards Black, like a scumbag who stretched out his hand for something.

   Its fleshless, boneless face shone with the throbbing fire of the soul.

   It says to the pirates:

   "Perhaps you now think immortality is a gift, but trust me, trust old Bwonsamdi. In ten years you will be driven mad by this pale and cruel immortality.

  This is the eternal punishment that old Bwonsamdi learned from Muezala to torture the stubborn. So far, no one has been able to endure under such torture.

  Come on, give him to me, and I will bring back the elf of the ancients, you return to the world of the living, and go at ease with Zemran's treasure.

  Look at those treasures, it's enough to keep each of you happy and carefree for a lifetime.

  What a fair deal. "

   "Yes, it's really fair."

  Black took Zemlan's shriveled head from his waist and held it in his hand, like a treasure, and stroked the troll's skull, which made Zemlan extremely dissatisfied.

   The mad Zandalari Pirate King shouted in a sharp and vicious voice:

   "Friend! I'm still alive. I don't like a man touching my head like this. You're really disgusting, do you know that?"

   "Shh! Shut up if you want to see it dance."

  Blake lowered his head, saw his fingers beside his mouth, and made a mute gesture to Zemlan.

  He looked up and said to Bwonsamdi:

   "If I didn't know the content of the deal between you and Zemlan, I would really think this deal was fair. Anyway, you did help me out. As a normal person, I have to learn to be grateful.

   But here is the problem.

  Old Bwonsamdi, I know your deal with him. "

  Blake grinned, let out a stretched sigh, stroked his chin, and said softly:

   "Oh, there are some troll gods of death, they are bright and beautiful on the outside, and they look like a dog when they go out and walk, but they don't think so, they are still a scholar behind their backs.

   Seeing that Hela has a **** fleet that transports souls, I can't be jealous, so I want to have one myself.

Right?

  My friend Bwonsamdi, after all, Hela is a **** of death, and you are also a **** of death. She has it, and you have to have it, or it will be too unpopular. "

   "Well, in your eyes, is old Bwonsamdi such a superficial person?"

After   Black finished speaking, Bwonsamdi immediately stretched out a finger, straightened his arm, and waved it in front of the pirate. He didn't know if it was cheeky or serious.

   It explains to Black:

   "What that **** who turned his back on the deal told you is not the truth. You were deceived by him. Well, that's not accurate, because all he knows is what I told him.

  Perhaps, seven thousand years ago, I made a deal with Zemran, the pirate king of Zandalari who was at the time of the endless sea.

   He encountered some troubles at the time, related to the upheaval in the Great Desert of Wharton, and it was a trouble he could not solve. In order to keep his fleet, power and treasure, he found old Bwonsamdi.

   This pirate has a good eye, and he knows old Bwonsamdi can help him.

   I did help him generously. "

  The troll Reaper held his arms and floated up and down. It stared at the troll head in Black's hand with a bad tone and said:

   "Old Bwonsamdi saved his life, his power and wealth, all I ask is for him to do a little thing for me.

   In those days, you humans hadn't appeared yet.

  The night elves are guarding Kalimdor, and the eastern continent is the world of our trolls!

  The weak Amani troll empire is on the rise, but the ancient Gurubashi troll empire is weakening, and they have lost their luck in the shattering ancient wars and lost large tracts of fertile land.

  In order to continue their power and make their empire rise again, those idiots turned to an evil one! "

   "Haka?"

  Blake raised his eyebrows and asked:

   "Behind the transaction you made with Zemran, is it also related to Hakkar the Soul Reaver's first descent into the material world in Zul'Gurub, the capital of the Gurubashi troll empire?"

"certainly!"

  Old Bwonsamdi snorted triumphantly and said:

   "I am a god, my ignorant human friend. Every thing I do, every transaction, is closely related to the changes in this world.

  I will never give my power to the useless.

  You mortal wisdom cannot see the endless waves behind every transaction of old Bwonsamdi. Okay, let's move on to that deal.

   Back then, the idiots of Gurubashi summoned Hakkar the Soul Reaver, who was an evil god! Violence and disaster are symbols of its supreme power. And it controls believers very well.

   Its followers are willing to die for it, and will continue to serve it after death.

   It will never give up its power on its own initiative, even if this power does not belong to it, it is a greedy person, in fact, it does not matter in itself, many Loa gods are greedy and evil.

  Haka is not the worst of them all.

   But the problem is, the source of Hakkar's power is the soul! "

  Old Bwonsamdi's tone became gloomy at this moment, it said:

   "That stinky wind serpent, grabbing meat from old Bwonsamdi's plate! When all trolls die, their souls go to me, not a screaming beast.

   Ah, at that time Rezan was not as stubborn and stupid as he is now, and old Bwonsamdi effortlessly persuaded the royal Loa to influence the Zandalari Empire.

  In the end, Zandalar sent a special envoy to contact all the troll clans in the Eastern Continent. Everyone worked together to tear Hakkar's body to pieces and drive its soul back to the Shadow Realm.

   But the souls of the trolls that it robbed are still wandering among the jungles and peaks of Zul'Gurub.

  Old Bwonsamdi needs a 'soul guide' to guide them to find the way of their souls, return to the underworld, and go to the other world.

   Alas, I really wonder if I was blind at that time. "

   Troll Reaper complained:

   "After picking and picking, I picked an ambitious guy. Pirate King Zemran, I only asked him to take back those souls who were cut off by Haka, but he didn't even want to do this!

  This greedy stinky pirate only wants benefits, but doesn't want to pay.

  I was in a long time, waiting until the souls of those Zul'Gurubs dissipated by themselves, and his fleet had not yet set off, so I was very angry, so old Bwonsamdi hehe.

   did something to vent. "

   Having said this, Bwonsamdi shook his head, it moved its slightly hunched body, and then looked at Blake with burning eyes, it said:

   "Do you understand now?

  My human friend, that deal has passed its time limit, it's meaningless.

   Now the old Bwonsamdi is mature enough to no longer be attracted by those cool gadgets, and no longer crave those appearance decorations.

   It doesn't matter if I have an undead fleet at my service.

  I don't care about that.

  The ghosts of trolls can walk to my underworld with both feet, it just takes a little more time, I can afford it. Come on, give me his head, it's been too long since I lost this mob!

   It should return to my hands. "

  It stretched its voice and spoke, stretched out its left hand, and touched Black's hand, which belonged to Zemran's head, but was opened by Black, the pirate stood up, adjusted his clothes, and said to the troll Death:

   "I have a better idea, Bwonsamdi.

   Why don't I replace Zemran and complete the deal with you?

   As time goes by, the content of the transaction has to be changed.

  You give me your mojo, when Hela finds me, block me, and then I help you transport the souls of trolls all over the world.

   Then help you choose some unique and powerful guys as gifts to make your little realm hidden in the shadow world more lively. "

   "I can't see how this would do me any good!"

   The fire of the soul in the eyes of old Bwonsamdi jumped, and it put on a dead duck's mouth and said:

   "All trolls have to pass through the entrance of the underworld to enter the shadow realm, old Bwonsamdi is a just death god, I don't have the little realm you said hidden in the world of the dead.

  You can't talk nonsense. "

   "Well, it looks like you didn't understand me, friend, then I'll be more direct."

  Black pouted, and he approached Bwonsamdi and whispered:

"Stop pretending!

   What's the difference between you, the **** of death, and Hela? They are nothing more than the gatekeepers of the shadow world in the material world of Azeroth, and all troll souls are under your control after death.

   But once they are sent to the Shadow Realm by you, they will all go to the hands of your cruel adoptive father, Muezala.

   And Muerzala will send them all into the maw, and hand them over to the warden to extract psychic energy. There is no distinction between good and evil, neither glory, and the conflict between you and Muerzala arises because of this.

  The reason why I have to work with you, Bwonsamdi, is not because of how much I like you, but because you have at least a slightly more upright heart than Muezala and Hela.

  You know how to protect your followers and protect those valuable troll souls, what is your "secret realm" in the shadow world called? Otherworld, right?

Look! I am helping you!

  Friend, do you still want to play this 'Riderman' game with me? "

   The fire of the soul in the eyes of old Bwonsamdi jumped for a moment, and it stretched out his hand to cover Blake's mouth very playfully, and said scoldingly:

   "Be quiet, bastard! It's a great secret to hear! How much do you know about Muezala?"

   It made a universal gesture and said in a treacherous tone:

   "I don't trust you very much yet, my friend, no, I don't trust you at all, so you have to give me some valuable information to increase the importance of you in my heart.

do you understand me?

  Say it.

   I'm really curious about Muezala's weakness. "

"I have no idea."

   Black shrugged and said to Bwonsamdi:

   "I am neither omniscient nor omnipotent.

   Long before you became the **** of death and made your first trade, Muezala began to lead the dead of Azeroth. It felt that being a **** should rule over its subjects, rather than praying for the arrival of servants and followers.

   The weakness of such a cruel and ancient god, how could I know?

   But if there is valuable news, I can give you one. For example, Muezala remains in the shrine in Azeroth."

"impossible!"

   old Bwonsamdi snapped:

   "Since the sky was shattered, I have spent thousands of years erasing all traces of Muezala in Azeroth, and it has no believers in the material world!

   Its connection to the physical world of Azeroth has long been severed.

   If not, it doesn't need me to exercise the authority of death for it at all, it can't have a shrine left in this world, you are just scaring me! "

   "I won't explain."

  Blake showed a smile in his grasp, pointed to his head, and said:

   "Come on, make a deal with me, give me your mojo, and I'll help you destroy that shrine. Of course, you can also do it yourself."

  Old Bwonsamdi stared at him, and Blake acted fearless.

   After several seconds of confrontation, the old troll shrugged, grinned in a comical smile, and said:

   "I still don't believe you.

   However, you have proved before that you are indeed more powerful than Hela's soul attractor, so it is not a loss for old Bwonsamdi to make this deal with you. Come on, let's make a deal. "

   "Don't worry."

  Black, holding Zemran's head, said to Bwonsamdi:

   "Before there is a conditional transaction, you have to do a dance first. When you make a transaction, you must have a sense of ritual."

   "Hey! You little human being! Old Bwonsamdi warns you, don't take an inch!!"

   (end of this chapter)