Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 112 22. Bad Master

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

The light of the blood moon shines on this dark place, where the screaming evil souls are restrained and hung in the air, accepting the punishment they deserve.

And the souls that can be judged as good will be guided into the depths of the Hades under the light of the blood moon, and continue to move forward along the ancient road of souls.

They enter the sea of ​​death in Bwonsamdi, from where they are separated from the physical world and sent into the realm of the dead.

That world is called the Shadow Realm.

It is the other side that lives with the material world. The destination of all souls is not just where the trolls will go after death, but also humans and all intelligent life will go there after death.

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

No one can go there and come back.

Except Boo Laike.

He has been there in another game career, he knows the scenery there, he knows the rules there, and 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 bustling hall, Bo Laike watched the troll souls walking beside him to die.

He shrugged. Throwing the soul-inducing lamp in his hand, he said to Bwonsamdi, who had his hips on his hips and laughed wildly:

"I messed with Hela, that lunatic wanted to destroy me, and now I'm being rejected by the 'honorable' Bwonsamdi, my God, by the light, what should I do?"

Bo Laike's voice was weird, like a stretched intonation.

Revealing a pretentious panic and fear, he took a few steps back, pretending to be desperate and saying:

"I don't want to die, so I can only travel a long distance to find the next transaction partner. Well, although Muehzara is more violent and manic, it may swallow me in one gulp.

But I have no choice. isn't it? "

The pirate glanced at the troll Grim Reaper, then held the soul lamp around his waist, turned and left.

"What are you doing?"

Bwonsamdi, who was floating in the sea of ​​death, put his arms around his hips, watched Bo Laike turn and leave, and he said in a tone that needed a beating, and the listener couldn't help but punch it:

"Are you threatening old Bwonsamdi? Little human, watch your tone of voice! The enchantment on your soul can only protect you while you're alive!"

Once you die with me.

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

Say it again.

How much time do you have left to find Muezhara's shrine in Azeroth? "

Having said that, the troll Grim Reaper let out a weird laugh, and it said:

"I don't know where you got the name of Muezara, and how did you know its relationship with old Bwonsamdi, but would you like me to tell you a secret?"

"secret?"

Bo Laike stopped in his tracks.

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

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

He looked at the troll Reaper, and the pirate made a pretended thoughtful expression, rubbed his chin, and said:

"Don't tell me yet, let me guess.

I love guessing riddles and I'm sure I'll figure it out! You're not trying to tell me that there are no more followers of Mueh'zala in the physical world of Azeroth, are you?

The oldest loa is your adoptive father though.

But the relationship between you two father and son is not good.

So for more than 10,000 years, you have been quietly destroying the clans that believed in Mueh'zala.

You have done so well.

So much so that the most powerful loa, which claims to devour the entire Azeroth, has lost all its believers when it reacts.

Without the followers of this world as beacons, no matter how powerful it is, it can no longer project its own power into Azeroth from the Shadow Realm.

You have saved Azeroth by cunningly driving your father out of the material world.

It's really a loving father and a filial 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, Kingdom of Shadows

Your old father left you with a difficult opponent. "

What Bu Laike said, there was a dead silence in the Underworld, and Bwonsamdi's unbeatable smile disappeared bit by bit, and he began to look at Bu Laike with another look.

After several minutes, it said suspiciously:

"Well, you managed to interest old Bwonsamdi. How did you know that? Are you a splendid bronze dragon in disguise?"

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

Bo Laike gave a thumbs up and pointed to himself.

He said softly:

"However, Azeroth is so wonderful that it can always breed some abnormal aliens. For example, in the material world, those who have been to the Shadow Realm and come back are not just you loa."

"Stop lying! You cowhide king."

Bwonsamdi sneered with disbelief:

"The curtain of life and death is so strong that even Muezhara and those nasty titans can't break the rules of life and death, you are a mere human."

"Opolis, promoted to the fortress, Maw, Queen of Winter, Warden Zovall."

Bo Laike said a few nouns, looked up at the shocked Bwonsamdi, and said:

"Do you want me to continue talking?

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

I am also a person who likes to share.

For example, how Moezala turned to the Warden, and how the vampires of Revendreth conspired to start a war among the stars of the entire material world.

If you're curious, my dear Bwonsamdi.

I can even tell you about the relationship between the dark gods of the Burning Legion, the fall of the bronze titan Sargeras, and those behind the scenes in the shadow world

Do you want to know?

You want to know, right!

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

Don't worry, of course I'll tell you, we're friends already, and I'll tell you all if you do me a little favor. "

Bu Laike raised the soul lamp in his hand.

He handed the thing to Bwonsamdi's eyes, and said in a seductive tone:

"Smell it, how fragrant is this dark and sinister soul, which exudes the breath of depravity and hopelessness from top to bottom, it has been soaked in the thick soup of conspiracy and viciousness.

It has already absorbed the deliciousness of desire and madness, take a bite, tsk tsk, the juice splashes.

You really don't want it?

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

The pirate said emphatically:

"Help me get rid of Hela's hell curse, friend, this is just a matter of effort for you, I can be free, and you can get a treasure.

You still get those secrets.

Everyone gets what they need.

Everyone will be happy! "

Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death floating in the hall of Hades, tilted his head and stared at the human pirate who was trying to seduce him with a strange gaze.

The soul fire in its half of the skull beats strangely.

Maybe it also has stunned and surprised in its heart.

this.

Times may have really changed.

In the past, Bwonsamdi was the only one who lured others into making deals, so why is there still a living person who came to the temple of Death and said such deceitful words.

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

And, that soul.

The troll Reaper lowered his head and sniffed fiercely on the soul-inducing lamp raised by Bu Laike, as if he wanted 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 Grim Reaper dressed in a heavy metal wild style flashed, like a real ghost, appearing beside Laike.

It waved its hand, and the death sword guards around it immediately disappeared as silently as they appeared, leaving only a few worn-out masks on the ground.

Bwonsamdi, this guy, really likes this troll style voodoo mask.

Its Nether Palace is surrounded by such things.

Bwonsamdi stretched out his hand and warmly held Boo Laike's shoulder, acting like the two brothers. Its three fingers, which had turned into bones, rested on Boo Laike's shoulder for a moment.

The chill that penetrated into the soul made the pirate tremble.

It's not painful.

On the contrary, it was as refreshing as drinking a large glass of ice water on a hot day, and most of the exhaustion and pressure in his soul due to the soul enchantment dissipated in an instant.

The pirate shrugged comfortably.

"You are a polite scoundrel, and old Bwonsamdi was very pleased with the presents you brought."

The troll Reaper stretched out his other hand and placed it on the soul-inducing lamp in Bu Laike's hand. It touched the thing, and the death power belonging to it collided with Hela's remaining divine power on the soul-inducing lamp.

There was a faint blue streamer of cracks, which shattered at Bwonsamdi's fingertips like lightning jumps.

"Well, Her Majesty the crazy Hella still has the same personality as before. She is really a hot girl, um. It's just a little bit ugly, which doesn't fit old Bwonsamdi's aesthetics."

The troll Reaper let out a very unscrupulous laugh.

It grabbed the soul lamp in Bo Laike's hand, but couldn't take it off completely.

It turned its head and looked, the pirate was holding the hem of the soul lamp, and stretched out his other hand, making a small universal gesture.

It means that gifts cannot be taken in vain.

"You are such a bold little human, but old Bwonsamdi likes you bad guys with character. I can't always refuse your deal, 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 very playfully, and said:

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

I'm just a weak, helpless and pitiful, humble troll death, not even among pure loa. "

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

"Once I confront Hela head-on, 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, it is very difficult to block Muezala's will in this world. .

Old Bwonsamdi can't give you too many mojos.

but.

It's not impossible to talk about it. "

A cunning light shone in the eye sockets of the troll God of Death. It pointed to the southwest and said:

"Old Bwonsamdi's a loa, don't think I'm smarter than those idiots, but old Bwonsamdi has his little loa problems too. Like, when I was young.

Hmm. In those wonderful, stupid and impulsive years.

I will do business with a lot of weird people without screening.

Not every deal feels satisfying, there are always some bastards trying to get away with old Bwonsamdi, I was more impulsive then, and I would use my own way.

Oh, to punish them.

If old Bwonsamdi hadn't been dementia, I remember, in that direction, somewhere in the Vol'dun Desert, and the mojo left over from a stupid failed deal I had back then.

That's a very fine mojo.

If you can get that thing, without the help of old Bwonsamdi, you can smash the curse that Hela cast on you by yourself."

Having said that, the troll Reaper stretched out his hand, hooked his fingers, and Bu Laike put the soul-inducing lamp into its hand.

Following Bwonsamdi's strange laugh, the three fingers closed together for a moment, and the Soul Lamp shattered apart.

Gul'dan's spirit was about to flee immediately.

But being pinched by Bwonsamdi's two fingers, it was like magic, in the gathering of the power of death, the extremely evil soul was shrunk down to the size of a puppy, and it was held in his hand.

"go Go."

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

"The one who made a deal with old Bwonsamdi and reneged on his debts was also a pirate, maybe I really have a fate with you stinky pirates.

Oh, by the way, if Hella asks

Don't tell her it was old Bwonsamdi who 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 Wodun, and may the never-ending desert wind bury you, or be eaten by the snake people as food.

nasty friend. "

(end of this chapter)