Bwonsamdi protects the soul, and he makes death beautiful.

Although it is considered a scam, his humor is heart-breaking.

Underneath the ridicule and sinister laughter, rumors sprouted and undercurrents surged.

What he knows is feared by the brave, and his truth cannot be discovered.

The realm of the dead is his alone, and all life and souls are in his hands.

When your life comes to an end, Bwonsamdi will be your friend.

And He will guide you, "Walk with me into the dark."

In the Hades of Zandalari, Bwonsamdi sat on the platform in front of the temple, crossing his legs and grinning.

"Another batch of souls is about to arrive." He counted on his fingers, and the blue flame-like eyes behind the mask shone faintly.

"The Orcs Invasion of Stranglethorn Vale, the Second War, and the Battle of Zul'Aman." Bwonsamdi stood up, floating unsteadily in the air like a drunkard.

"Another batch of souls. Old Bwonsamdi is going to get a lot of souls on the other side." He smashed his mouth. For him, the god of death of the troll clan, the death of every troll All will enter his kingdom in the Shadow Realm. Although it is only a small piece, Bwonsamdi made a rough calculation and found that there can be at least billions of souls living there, and these souls will strengthen his power.

ps: In the game, just one player owes Bwonsamdi millions of soul debts. If his other world is not big enough for so many centuries, it may be crowded to death.

Bwonsamdi smiled heartily. He waved his hand and he appeared next to a believer. Although they couldn't see him, they didn't know that the god of death they worshiped was beside him and watching his every move.

But they were still full of respect, wearing Bwonsamdi's voodoo masks devoutly, and offered him the souls of prey as sacrifices.

"Hmm...huh?" Bwonsamdi suddenly felt that something unexpected happened to his followers in Stranglethorn Valley. He sighed, "I didn't expect these orcs to change their temper."

But isn't that interesting?

Tsk tsk, Bwonsamdi laughed out loud. For a god like him who is older than the trolls, after a long time has passed, the only thing that can attract him is accidents, which can make him feel fun.

"Wow, a visitor from another world?"

Arriving at Stranglethorn Valley, the room he appeared in began to become colder and colder, and the fog was heavy.

He left the room.

"I heard that someone is looking for followers of old Bwonsamdi? Then why don't you come to me directly?"

A blue-gray figure wearing a mask floated behind Nergo. He patted Nergo on the shoulder, but quickly withdrew his hand.

"Oh, the electricity in you is really strong."

Under the cover of the skull mask, his eyes were flashing with green flames, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

"Bwonsamdi."

Nergo was not very surprised, because he realized that death was coming when he felt the violent death force.

"It would be great if you know old Bwonsamdi." He made a face, but suddenly changed his face, and asked in a faint voice: "Then, what are you doing with the God of Death?"

"I'm here to make a deal. This deal can be with the Darkspear tribe, or it can be with you." Nelgo knew that transactions accounted for a large part of Bwonsamdi's life. Bwonsamdi liked to make deals. Whether trolls or gnomes, other gods or pagans, He always considers everyone His client.

So He is the most reliable Loa. As long as you add enough money, he will try his best to fish you out of the underworld even if you die.

He is also the most unreliable Loa. The results of believers' prayers all depend on His preference. If you are in a good mood, you will be granted whatever you ask for, but if you are in a bad mood, He will impose a curse on you.

In short, if you say you believe in Him and want to have free sex like other believers in gods, He will ignore you, but if you talk about making a deal, He will be very interested.

"Trade? Old Bwonsamdi likes trading, and he likes trading the most." He flashed to the other side of Nergo and brought his face close. Nergo could almost feel the cold breath on it, "What deal do you want to do? ?”

"I'm here to represent the tribe, and I don't think I need to explain to you what the tribe is."

As the only god, Bwonsamdi naturally understands what a tribe is.

"Now the tribe needs an ally. It can also be said that the tribe wants to invite the Darkspear Troll to join. We support him as a new empire of jungle trolls, and then they help the tribe to defeat Stormwind City together."

"But what does this have to do with old Bwonsamdi?" He spread his hands.

"It does matter, because after seeing you again, I have a new idea, that is, you will join the tribe on behalf of the Darkspear Trolls, and then you will use your divine power to help the Darkspear Trolls unify Stranglethorn Vale, and then I will offer you The soul is sent to the Shadow Realm.”

"Okay, that's great." Bwonsamdi stretched out his hand, pointing at Sen'jin and Nelgo.

"You have my divine power, and then you unify Stranglethorn Vale."

"Your tribe has new members who can help you attack Stormwind City."

"But what did I gain?" Bwonsamdi pointed at the tip of Nelgo's nose with his finger, "Everything is fine for you two, but why should I do this business with you? By then, I can rely on the Darkspear Troll to get the soul. You get nothing, so you give nothing.”

He glanced at Sen'jin, "Unless they betray my doctrine."

Bwonsamdi lowered his head, shook his finger, and said in a low voice, "No, no, no, the conditions you offered are far from what you want."

"If you can make the Darkspear Troll join the tribe and become a powerful helper." Nergo said in a calm voice, "Then the tribe will send you millions of souls. This is the Darkspear Troll." It can’t be done.”

"Millions?" Bwonsamdi turned around and was suddenly startled. His head turned around, "This is a big deal."

"Greed cannot win friendship."

Millions of souls? How difficult is this, otherwise the killing would be in vain. You must know that the tribe killed countless people in the two wars in the original plot, so his deal is almost like a white wolf with empty hands.

If you really can't afford it...

Hum, then continue to owe, until Bwonsamdi doesn't dare to ask for debt.

"What if you die? "What if the debt hasn't been paid off by then? "

"Will you let the creditor die in peace?" Nergo asked.

"Ha, of course not." Bwonsamdi smiled gloomily, "Those who owe old Bwonsamdi a debt, even if they reach the Maw, they have to come back and pay off the debt before leaving."

"If you die, then I will resurrect you. Anyway, I must get these one million souls."

"So our deal?"

"Happy Trading."

Neither of them cared about Senjin's opinion, or in other words, his opinion didn't matter at all at this time. It was already a gift for them to allow him to listen.

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