Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 143 51. Old Buang Sandy’s deal【1315】

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

Old Bwonsamdi was suspended on the deck of the Nagfar, stretching out his hand towards Black, like a prostitute reaching out to ask for something.

Its face, which had no flesh and blood but only white bones, shone with the beating fire of its soul.

It said to the pirates:

"Maybe you think immortality is a gift now, but believe me, believe in old Bwonsamdi. In less than ten years, you will be driven crazy by this pale and cruel eternal life.

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

Come on, give him to me, and I will take back the ancient magic spirit. You can return to the world of the living and take Zemlan's treasures at ease.

Look at those treasures, they are enough to make each of you happy and carefree for a lifetime.

What a fair deal. "

"Yes, it is indeed fair."

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

The crazy 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. It's really disgusting for you to do this. Do you know?"

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

Blake lowered his head and saw his finger on his mouth, showing Zemlan a silent gesture.

He raised his head and said to Bwonsamdi:

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

However, here's the problem.

Old Bwonsamdi, I know the content of your deal with him. "

Blake grinned, he let out a long-pitched exclamation, stroked his chin, and said softly:

"Alas, there are some trolls like Death. They look glamorous on the outside, and they look like human beings when they go out, but they are unreliable. Secretly they are still scholars.

When I saw that Hela had a hell fleet to transport souls, I was so jealous that I wanted to have one myself.

Right?

My friend Bwonsamdi, after all, Hela is a god of death, and you are also a god of death. If she has it, you must have it too, otherwise it will look too shameless. "

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

After Blake finished speaking, Bwonsamdi immediately stretched out a finger, straightened his arm, and waved it in front of the pirate's eyes. It didn't know whether it was cheeky or serious.

It explained to Blake:

"What the bastard who betrayed the deal told you is not the truth. You were deceived by him. Well, it's not accurate to say that, because all he knows is what I told him.

Maybe, seven thousand years ago, I made a deal with Zemlan, the Zandalar pirate king who dominated the Endless Sea at that time.

He encountered some troubles at that time, related to the drastic changes in the Wharton Desert. It was a trouble that he could not solve. In order to protect his fleet, power and treasure, he found old Bwonsamdi.

This pirate's eyesight is pretty good, and he knows that old Bwonsamdi can help him.

I did help him generously. "

The troll Death crossed its arms and floated its body up and down. It stared at the troll head in Blake's hand with a bad tone and said:

"Old Bwonsamdi saved his life, his power and his wealth. All I ask is that he do some small things for me.

In that era, you humans hadn't appeared yet.

The night elves guard Kalimdor, and our trolls rule the eastern continent!

The weak Amani Troll Empire is rising, but the ancient Gurubashi Troll Empire is declining. They had bad luck and lost a large area of ​​fertile land in the ancient war that shattered the earth.

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

"Haka?"

Blake raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Behind the deal you made with Zemran, is it also related to the first coming of the Soul Reaver Hakkar to the material world in Zul'Gurub, the capital of the Gurubashi Troll Empire?"

"certainly!"

Old Bwonsamdi snorted proudly and said:

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

I will never give away my power to useless people.

With your mortal wisdom, you simply cannot see the endless waves that will be caused 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, and that was an evil god! Violence and disaster are symbols of its supreme power. And it is very good at controlling believers.

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

It will never take the initiative to give up its power, even if the power does not belong to it. It is a greedy person. In fact, this itself has nothing to do with it. Many Loa gods are very greedy and evil.

Hakkar isn't the worst of them all.

But the problem is that the source of Haka's power is the soul! "

Old Bwonsamdi's tone became cold at this moment, and he said:

"That stinking wind serpent snatched the meat from old Bwonsamdi's plate! After the death of all trolls, their souls must belong to me, not be taken away by a screaming beast.

Ah, at that time, Lazan was not as stubborn and stupid as he is now. Old Bwonsamdi easily persuaded the royal loa, and then let it influence the Zandalar Empire.

In the end, Zandalari sent an envoy to contact all the troll clans in the eastern continent. They all worked together to tear Hakkar's body into pieces and drive his soul back to the Shadow Realm.

But the souls of the trolls taken away by it still wander among the dense forests and mountains of Zul'Gurub.

Old Bangsandi needs a 'soul guide' to lead them to find the path of their souls again, return to the underworld, and go to the other world.

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

Troll Death complained:

"After picking and choosing, I picked a rather ambitious guy. Pirate King Zemlan, I only asked him to take back the souls that were intercepted by Haka, but he was not even willing to do this!

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

I waited for a long time until the souls of Zul'Gurub dissipated on their own, and his fleet had not yet set off. So, I was very angry, so, old Bwonsamdi haha.

Did something to vent. "

Having said this, Bwonsamdi shook his head. It moved its slightly stooped body, and then looked at Black with stern eyes. It said:

"Do you understand now?

My human friends, that transaction has expired and it has no meaning.

The old Bwonsamdi is now mature enough and is no longer attracted by those cool gadgets, nor does he long for those external decorations.

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

I don't care about any of this.

The ghosts of the trolls can also walk to my palace of the underworld with both feet. It just takes a little more time. I can afford to wait. Come on, give me his head, I've lost this demon for too long!

It's time to return to my hands. "

It spoke in a long voice, stretched out its left hand and touched the head that belonged to Zemran in Blake's hand, but Blake opened it. The pirate stood up, straightened his clothes, and said to the troll Death:

"I have a better idea, Bwonsamdi.

How about I replace Zemran and complete the deal with you?

However, times have changed and the content of the transaction has to change.

You give me your magic essence, and when Hela comes to find me, help me block it, and then I will help you transport the souls of trolls around the world.

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

"I don't see how this will do me any good!"

The soul fire in old Bwonsamdi's eyes jumped, and he said in a stern tone:

"All trolls have to enter the Shadow Realm through the entrance of Hades. Old Bwonsamdi is the just god of death. I don't have the little realm you mentioned hidden in the world of the dead.

You can't talk nonsense. "

"Well, it seems you didn't understand what I meant, friend, so I'll be more direct."

Black curled his lips, approached Bwonsamdi and whispered:

"Stop pretending!

What's the difference between you, the God of Death, and Hela? You are nothing more than the gatekeeper of the Shadow Realm in the material world of Azeroth. All troll souls belong to you after death.

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

And Muezala will send them all into the Abyss and hand them over to the warden to extract their anima. There is no distinction between good and evil, and no distinction between glory. This is why the conflict between you and Muezala arises.

The reason why I must cooperate with you, Bwonsamdi, is not because I like you much, but because compared to Mu'ezala and Hela, you at least have a slightly more upright heart.

You know how to protect your followers and those valuable troll souls. What is the name of your "secret realm" in the Shadow Realm? Beyond, right?

look! I'm helping you!

Friends, do you still want to play this game of 'The Riddler' with me? "

The soul fire in old Bwonsamdi's eyes jumped, and it reached out to cover Black's mouth in a playful manner, and said in a scolding manner:

"Keep your voice down, bastard! It's terrible for this secret to be heard! How much do you know about Muezala?"

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

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

do you understand me?

Say it.

I'm really curious about Mu'ezara's weaknesses. "

"I have no idea."

Black shrugged and said to Bwonsamdi:

“I’m not omniscient, let alone omnipotent.

Long before you became the Grim Reaper and made your first bargain, Mu'ezala led the undead on Azeroth. It feels that as a god, it should rule its subjects instead of praying for the arrival of servants and believers.

How could I possibly know the weaknesses of such a cruel and ancient god?

But if there is valuable news, I can give you one. For example, Mu'ezala's shrine in Azeroth."

"impossible!"

Old Bwonsamdi said sharply:

"Since the Earthshatters, I have spent thousands of years erasing all traces of Mu'ezala in Azeroth. It has no followers in the material world!

Its connection with the material world of Azeroth has long been severed.

If not, it doesn't need me to exercise the authority of the God of Death on its behalf. It can't possibly have a shrine left in this world. You're just scaring me! "

"I won't explain."

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

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

Old Bwonsamdi stared at him, and Black showed no fear.

After several seconds of confrontation, the old troll shrugged and made a funny smile, and said:

"I still don't believe you.

However, you have proven before that you are indeed more powerful than Hela's soul attractor, so Bwonsamdi is not at a loss by making this deal with you. Come on, let's make a deal. "

"Don't worry."

Black held Zemran's head and said to Bwonsamdi:

"Before you make a deal with additional conditions, you have to dance first. When making a deal, there has to be a sense of ritual."

"Hey! You little human! Old Bwonsamdi warns you, don't push yourself too far!!!"