Azeroth Shadow Trail

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

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

Old Bwonsamdi hovered over the deck of the Naglfar, reaching out to Laike like a whore asking for something.

It has no flesh and blood, only the bones of the face, shining with the beating fire of the soul.

It said to the pirates:

"Perhaps you feel immortality is a gift now, but trust me, trust old Bwonsamdi. Within ten years you'll be driven mad by this pale and cruel immortality.

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

Come, give him to me, and I will bring back the ancient mojo, and you return to the world of the living, and go free with Zem'lan's treasure.

Look at those treasures, it is enough for each of you to live happily and carefree for a lifetime.

What a fair deal. "

"Yes, it is indeed fair."

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

The crazed Zandalari Pirate King yelled in a high-pitched, vicious voice:

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

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

Bo Laike looked down, saw his fingers on his mouth, and made a silent 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 that the deal was fair. Anyway, you did help me. As a normal person, I have to learn to be grateful.

However, therein lies the problem.

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

Bo Laike grinned, let out a drawn-out exclamation, stroked his chin, and said softly:

"Hey, there is a troll god of death here, with a glamorous appearance, and he looks like a dog when he goes out, but unexpectedly, he is still a scholar behind his back.

Seeing that Hela has a hell fleet for transporting souls, he is so jealous that he wants to have one himself.

Right?

My friend Bwonsamdi, after all Hella is a Death, and you are a Death, and what she has, you have to have too, or it would be too shameless. "

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

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

It explains to Bu Laike:

"That bastard who backed away from the deal told you that wasn't the truth, you were scammed by him. Well, that's not accurate, because all he knows is what I told him.

Maybe, seven thousand years ago, I made a deal with Zandalari Pirate King Zemlan, who ruled the Great Sea at that time.

He encountered some troubles at that time, which were related to the upheaval in the Wharton Great Desert, which he could not solve. In order to keep his fleet, power and treasure, he found old Bwonsamdi.

The pirate was all right, and he knew old Bwonsamdi could help him.

I did help him generously. "

The troll Reaper folded his arms, and his body was floating up and down. It stared at the troll head in Bu Laike's hand in a bad tone, and said:

"Old Bwonsamdi saved his life, his power and his fortune, and all I ask is that he do a little thing for me.

In that era, you humans have not yet appeared.

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 weakening. They lost a lot of fertile land due to bad luck in the war of the ancients.

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

"Haka?"

Bu Laike raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Behind the deal you made with Zemlan, is it also related to Haka the Spirit Reaper's first descent to the material world in Zul'Gurub, the capital of the Gurubashi troll empire?"

"certainly!"

Old Bwonsamdi snorted triumphantly, and it 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 casually sway my strength to useless people.

You mortals have no wisdom to see the endless waves behind every transaction of old Bwonsamdi. Okay, let's move on to that deal.

Back then, the idiots in Gurubashi summoned Hakkar the Soul Taker, an evil god! Violence and disaster are symbols of its supreme power. And it is very good at controlling believers.

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

It will never voluntarily give up its power, even if the power does not belong to it, it is a greedy person, in fact, it doesn't matter in itself, many loa gods are very greedy and evil.

Haka is not the worst of them all.

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

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

"That stinking wind snake, grabbing meat off old Bwonsamdi's plate! All trolls have their souls to be mine when they die, not to be taken by a screaming beast.

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

In the end, Zandalari sent envoys to contact all the troll clans in the eastern continent, and everyone worked together to tear up Hakkar's body and drive his soul back to the Shadowlands.

But the souls of the trolls it took away still roam the jungles and mountains of Zul'Gurub.

Old Bwonsamdi needs a "soul guider" to lead them to find the way of souls again, return to the palace of the underworld, and go to the other world.

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

The troll god of death complained:

"After picking and picking, I picked an ambitious guy. Pirate King Zemlan, I only ask him to take back the souls that were cut off by Haka, but he is not even willing to do this!

This greedy stinky pirate only wants the benefits, not the pay.

I've been waiting for a long time for those Zul'Gurub spirits to dissipate themselves, and his fleet hasn't set off yet, so, I'm very angry, so, old Bwonsamdi ha ha.

Did something to vent. "

Speaking of this, Bwonsamdi shook his head, it moved its slightly rickety body, and looked at Bu Laike with scorching eyes, it said:

"Do you understand now?

My human friends, that transaction has passed its time limit, it no longer makes sense.

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

It doesn't matter if I have an army of undead at my service or not.

I don't care about that.

The dead souls of the trolls can walk into my Hades with their feet, it just takes a little more time, I can afford it. Come on, give me his head, I've lost this goblin for too long!

It should come back into my hands. "

It elongated its voice, stretched out its left hand, and touched the head of Zemlan in Bo Laike's hand, but was opened by Bo Laike. The pirate stood up, straightened his clothes, and said to the troll Death:

"I have a better idea, Bwonsamdi.

Why don't I complete the deal with you instead of Zemlan?

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

You give me your mojo, and when Hela finds me, block it for a while, and then I will help you transport the souls of trolls around the world.

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

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

The soul fire in old Bwonsamdi's eyes twitched for a moment, and it put on a stiff tone and said:

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

You can't talk nonsense. "

"Well, it seems that you didn't understand me, my friend, so let me speak more directly."

Bo Laike curled his lips, and he leaned closer to Bwonsamdi, whispering:

"Stop pretending!

What's the difference between you Reaper and Hela? They are nothing more than the gatekeepers of the Shadowlands in the physical world of Azeroth. All troll souls are under your control after death.

But once they are sent to the Shadowlands, they will all belong to your cruel foster father, Mu'zala.

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

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

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

Look! I'm helping you!

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

The soul fire in old Bwonsamdi's eyes twitched, and it covered Bo Laike's mouth in a playful way, and scolded:

"Keep your voice down, bastard! That's a terrible secret to hear! How much more do you know about Muehzarla?"

It made a universal gesture, and said treacherously:

"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?

Speak.

I'm really curious about Muezara's weaknesses. "

"I do not know."

Bo Laike shrugged and said to Bwonsamdi:

"I am not omniscient, let alone omnipotent.

Long before you became Reaper and made your first deal, Mueh'zala was leading Azeroth's dead. It feels that as a god, it should rule its subjects, rather than pray for the arrival of servants and believers.

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

But if there is valuable news, I can give you one. For example, the shrine of Mueh'zala left in Azeroth."

"impossible!"

Old Bwonsamity said sharply:

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

It has long been severed from the material world of Azeroth.

If not, it doesn't need me to exercise the authority of the god of death instead of it. It is impossible for it to have shrines left in this world. You are just scaring me! "

"I won't explain."

Bo Laike gave a masterful smile, pointed to his head, and said:

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

Old Bwonsamdi stared at him, and Bo Laike looked fearless.

After a few seconds of confrontation, the old troll shrugged and grinned comically, saying:

"I still don't believe you.

However, you proved before that you are indeed stronger than Hela's soul-inviter, so old Bwonsamdi is not at a loss for making this deal with you. Come on, let's make a deal. "

"Don't worry."

Bo Laike, holding Zemlan's head, said to Bwonsamdi:

"Before there is an additional conditional transaction, you have to dance first. To make a transaction, there must be a sense of ceremony."

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

(end of this chapter)