Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 997 93. Old Bwonsamdi's Dilemma

"Speak well! Don't draw the knife!"

On the deck of the Naglfar, old Bwonsamdi, who was manipulating Garrosh's body, panicked when he saw Bu Laike pull out the Salamani without saying a word.

He put on a "calm down" gesture, and poured bitter water on Laike and said:

"You know me, my good friend Laike, you know that my powers of death come from my terrible adoptive father, and I can't disobey him, especially after he broke into the other world where I hide.

My demons are controlled by him, my strength is weakening, all the servants of the underworld have been destroyed, and all my priests have been killed by him.

Even poor old Bwonsamdi would have been killed if he hadn't been so busy rebuilding his connections between the physical world and the Shadowlands. I want to keep the secret from you too, my friend, you know how loyal old Bwonsamdi was to his friends.

But I can't do it. "

The troll god of death pretended to cry with snot 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 even protect myself.

I looked around the world and found very few people who could save me, until this time, I didn't realize how lucky I am to have your friendship.

The priests I sent to Tanaris were all sacrificed to Mueh'zala by the Sandfury trolls, but they neglected the treasures left by my priests.

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

I waited and waited in this desolate desert.

Until today, I finally saw you again.

Well, if it wasn't for old Bwonsamdi's body being bound in chains of dominion right now, if it wasn't for my soul being calcined, I must give you a big hug to celebrate our goodbye.

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

Facing Bwonsamdi's cry, Laike's reaction was quite straightforward.

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? You expect me to believe that? I believe you! You old man is the worst.

Let's be honest, how are you doing now?

If you have no use value at all, I will sell you back to Muezara, maybe you can still have a good relationship with the father of the night.

Maybe he will let me go when he is happy? "

"you are dreaming!"

The old troll was not afraid at all, sneered a few times, and said:

"I didn't lie to you about the fact that Muerzala knew about your existence, that lunatic Hela went crazy after being driven back to the Maw by you, and wanted to seek revenge from you.

You know, she and Muetzala are of the Zovar's side, and the Nightfather couldn't have made it easier to figure out what happened to you.

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 he is a really hopeless thug.

As for my current situation. "

Bwonsamdi sighed helplessly, squatting on the deck like a melancholy troll, rubbing his head and saying:

"It's not as bad as I've described it, my dear friend, but it's true that my warm little nest is gone, and Muehzara has taken it.

I wanted to ask the Queen of Winter in the Blazing Wilderness for help.

But I usually cough, what should I say? He didn't pay much attention to maintaining the friendly relationship with the Night Fae Royal Court, and was chased out by a group of nasty Night Fae fairies with Fairy Fire before even entering the queen's hall.

Although I wasn't caught, I can only dodge XZ now. "

Bu Laike was leaning on the Salamani, looking 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 arm and a round waist does this, it exudes a street-stalker's temperament.

Just put on Adidas, hold melon seeds in hand, put a bottle of vodka next to it, and curse at Suka for not being listed.

picture.

so similar.

Bo Laike shook his head, got rid of the strange déjà vu, coughed and said:

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

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

Come on, why not retreat into the physical world? And, a dilapidated shrine in Zul'Farrak, you sent your priests over and failed?

Did you draw lots with your eyes closed when you picked people? Don't even test your ability? Can such a simple thing be messed up? "

"What time is this, stop complaining about my useless priest, okay?"

Old Bwonsamdi said helplessly:

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

That blood splattered yo.

It is estimated that it has been mummified by now, right?

As for why not hide back in the material world, I want to come back, do I dare to come back? There is something as dangerous as Muerzala awakening here. "

Reaper sneered, glanced at Laike, and said:

"I'm guessing old Ghany your dog must have told you all is well on Zandalar, right?"

"Be careful what you say!"

Bu Laike emphasized:

"What is a dog leg? Old Garni is my most loyal partner. We are close comrades-in-arms with common interests! You are not allowed to insult my lovely trash god.

It's my favorite loa!

and then?

What happened to Zandalar that old Garni didn't find out but you did? "

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

Old Bwonsamity rolled his eyes, and without concealing anything, said:

"Old Ghani is a trash picker, he knows the dark changes in the shitty Nazmir jungle? He doesn't even dare to go near the lair of Sirik, the midnight god.

What can you expect that coward to bring you back with something useful?

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

"Infect?"

Hearing this word, Bu Laike narrowed his eyes instantly, and said in a cold voice:

"Odir's seal is still strong! How can he infect a loa?"

"The savage blood trolls dug another huge cave underground. Obviously, they unleashed some ancient horrors. Odile is indeed stable, but so what?"

Old Bwonsamdi said with a sad face:

"It can suppress the evil body, but it can't suppress the spread of the dark aura. I think it should be related to the things sealed under the Wharton Desert.

Either your dwarf friend didn't tell you all about what he did, or someone else took over the job left by obnoxious Brian Bronzebeard.

In short, disaster is approaching on Zandalar!

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

I would rather hide in the Blazing Blue Fairy Field and be despised by the annoying night fae fairies every day, than die inexplicably under the blood plague that even Loa Shendu can infect.

You know me.

Compared with my life, losing face is nothing.

But the biggest problem right now is Zul'Farrak's side. Once Muezhara's shrine is rebuilt and the Nightfather returns to Azeroth, you and I will die. "

Old Bwonsamdi, threatening, said:

"You should know that guy as well as I do. He is the ancestor god of trolls. The beliefs he can acquire are unlimited, and those beliefs will reshape his body in the material world.

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

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

You must put him back in his grave! In this way, I can also find a way to regain my other world, and you and I both have a bright future. "

"Nonsense, I only saw that I was fighting desperately, and you were taking advantage of it."

Bo Laike gave Bwonsamdi a look, and he said to the cunning loa:

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

"But I have nothing."

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

He looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, and said sickly:

"The other world is gone, the priest is dead, and the Underworld has been abandoned. I only have this mask left in my hand. All the treasures I carry with me are handed over to the Night Fae Royal Court's wild hunting group in exchange for them not destroying my temporary residence. broken shack.

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

I'm so miserable, good friend Bu Laike, do you still want it from me?

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

"It's all reduced to watching night stage plays to pass the time?"

The corner of Bu Laike's mouth twitched, and he said empathetically:

"Then you are still miserable enough, the scenery is so bad, the actors are so amateurish, and you can watch such an exaggerated stage play."

"Well, who said otherwise?"

Old Bwonsamty sighed like a desolate lonely old man, and said:

"Those theater goblins are far worse than the professional actors in Azeroth, if given a choice, who would choose to spend their time there?

Didn't I know that the Queen of Winter would come to the venue occasionally, and I wanted to use the opportunity of watching a play there to foster relationships. "

"I advise you not to do that."

Seeing that the old Bwonsamdi, who used to be full of flirtatious talk, is now so downcast, Laike's anger also eased a little.

He advised:

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

She is very rude to all creatures from Azeroth.

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

"Then what should I do?"

The troll Reaper stared and said:

"If you don't ask the Winter Queen for help, do you want me to join the group of vampires in Venthyr? The hunks of Madroxxus are not afraid of Muezara, but they don't want me either.

As for promotion to the fortress, let alone.

It's annoying to see dogmatic little blue people. "

"Don't you still have me?"

Boo Laike grinned and said:

"If you want to abandon the Nether Palace, you must have a foothold in the material world, right? I think Zul'Farrak is good. After I kill the patriarch, warlord and priest of the Sandu clan, you can take over there.

Zandalari is indeed a good place, but as the troll reaper you have to be on the same level, and you can't stay with the Zandalari trolls all the time, or you will be gossiped about.

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

"Ok?"

Old Bwonsamdi was afraid that Bo Laike would not help, but now that the stinking pirate himself promised to help, the troll Reaper became suspicious instead.

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

"Let me explain in advance, I really don't have anything good to give you, I'm really down and out now."

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

Bu Laike threw Salamaini back into the bag, patted Bwonsamdi's shoulder, and then patted his chest, and said confidently:

"Don't worry, I'll definitely handle this well for you. But since we are brothers, I won't hide some things.

With my current status, I don't like what you give me anymore.

I don't mean to despise you, I'm just telling the truth, I believe you won't let me do it for nothing, so I want to ask for the last thing from you. "

The smelly pirate leaned into old Bwonsamdi's ear and whispered:

"You have been the god 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 anima knowledge, right? I want this knowledge that belongs to the dead.

You must tell me all the knowledge you have about anima harvesting, anima extraction and fusion.

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

how about it?

Is the price right? "

Bwonsamdi, who has always been bragging and talking nonsense, did not change his expression for the first time, showing a change in his eyes in astonishment. After a few seconds, he dawdled and said:

"You said that heart energy is the knowledge of the dead, even if I teach you, you can't learn it."

"you sure?"

Bu Laike put his hand on Bwonsamdi's mask, and there was a familiar burning sensation from his fingertips, just like the "experience gained" after defeating an opponent every time.

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

"That's enough! I'll teach you, you freak! No wonder you grow so fast, you can actually absorb your heart energy in the physical world"

"Shhhhh."

The stinky pirate put his finger to his mouth, made a soft movement, and said:

"This is my biggest secret, don't talk nonsense. Come, follow me into the house! Teach me a little as a deposit first, and when I have all the people, I will immediately go to Zul'Farrak to help you."

"You can go now."

Bwonsamdi complained:

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

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

The pirate glared at him and said:

"I can't make a trip in vain, can I?

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

Who would think too much money? "

"Okay, let me tell you why you came to Zul'Farrak all of a sudden!"

Old Bwonsamdi suddenly found himself deceived.

He said viciously:

"So, even if I don't ask you for help, you will go to Zul'Farrak to make a scene? I missed the bottom, right?"

"What do you want me to say?"

Bo Laike looked back with a perfect eight-teeth smile and said:

"I think, after encountering a series of unlucky things and then meeting you, I have finally come to the end of my hardships. Don't show such a look in your eyes. It's such a beautiful thing to meet old friends.

Come on, have a smile. "

(end of this chapter)