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Sharlayan thought he escaped from Dazar'alor by virtue of his strength, but that was not the case.

If Bwonsamdi hadn't shown up in time to stop the angry Ghani and the attention of many loas including Rezan, Salayan would never have been able to leave the city of Dazar'alo.

After all, Sharlayan was still young and inexperienced, so he didn't know enough about Loa, the spirit of nature.

The loa's strength varies from strong to weak, but no matter how weak the loa is, it cannot be easily defeated by mortals, unless they themselves are defenseless.

Like those unlucky Zul'Gurubries whose powers were usurped by their own priests.

Now that he has been discovered, Sharlayan no longer hides his whereabouts.

After entering the Nazmir Swamp, the number of pursuers behind him decreased significantly, regardless of whether it was in the sky or underground.

After running with the explosive power of a cat for a few minutes, Sharlayan could no longer see any Zandalari pursuers, replaced by a small group of emaciated blood trolls.

The blood magic of these blood trolls is really weird. When they first fought with them, Sharlayan didn't check for a while, and was brushed aside by the blood magic.

Just such a small wound made his whole body surge with blood, and the blood in his body gushed out uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Sharlayan reacted in time, rushed out of the encirclement in the shortest possible time, and killed the blood troll caster hiding behind the team.

Glancing at his character panel, after killing this small group of blood trolls, his warrior level rose to 28, which was one step closer to becoming an elite.

"Not bad, not bad, the first time I fought against the blood troll, I didn't get caught."

The lingering voice came from the rainforest behind Sharlayan, and it was the slender jawed dragon Loagani who had been following closely.

"Hey~"

Sharlayan sighed helplessly: "What on earth do you want to do? Don't you want to avenge your followers?"

"Hee hee~ I originally planned to do so."

Ghani has a human sly look on his face: "But I changed my mind. A guy who doesn't have firm beliefs and is betting on both ends is not worthy of my concern."

"As Bwonsamdi said, our lifespan is too long, and the days are mostly boring."

"Instead of wasting time doing boring revenge, it's better to hurry up and have some fun."

Sharlayan rolled his eyes: "So? I'm your pleasure?"

"Hey~ Not yet."

Gani smiled meaningfully: "But I am very optimistic about your future. Maybe you can let me see something different from other mortals."

"what ever."

On the way to the Nether Palace, Salayan met and talked with Gani many times one after another, and he could no longer feel the hostility of this slender jawed dragon Loa.

Although he didn't know what this spirit of nature, who was revered as a god, wanted to do, but since the other party showed no malice, Sharlayan didn't bother to think too much about it.

The current Sharlayan is far from being the opponent of the Loa God. If the opponent really wants to kill him, he has a high probability of being difficult to resist.

Bwonsamdi's lair of Hades is located northwest of Nazmir.

After escaping from the Zandalari's pursuit, Sharlayan fought his way through the scattered blood troll camps and headed straight for the Hades.

Hades Palace is a very deserted troll-style building complex. Standing on the road in front of Hades Palace, Sharlayan can see a large number of broken or intact blue souls floating towards the main hall.

Gani, who was still beside Sharlayan, explained: "Bwonsamdi is the god of death, but he can't blatantly violate the rules of life and death."

"The vast majority of dead souls will be led to the Shadow Realm, and only a few powerful beings who hold the power of death can intercept their followers from the messengers of the Shadow Realm."

"In the troll society, almost all trolls are Bwonsamdi's pan believers. After they die, their souls will flow to the Hades and become Bwonsamdi's collection."

This is not the first time Salayan has heard the name of the Shadowland. Since the barrage did not explain it in detail before, Salayan only knows that it is the world that houses the dead.

"Where is the Shadowlands? Like the Emerald Dream, is it one of Azeroth's mirror worlds?"

"Huh?" Ghani looked at Sharlayan sideways like a fool: "I don't know, the Shadow Realm doesn't just contain the souls of Azeroth."

"In all the worlds in the entire universe, as long as someone dies, their souls will flow into the Shadow Realm."

"I'm not Bwonsamdi, so I don't know much about the Shadowlands."

"If you're interested, you might as well go in and ask that cheap-mouthed God of Death. If he's in a good mood, he might answer some of your questions."

Sharlayan originally thought that Bwonsamdi would keep Gani, an uninvited guest, out of the Nether Palace, but when he came to the gate of the main hall of the Nether Palace, Ghani still followed him with an old god.

"Rare guest~ rare guest."

Bwonsamdi, who was floating cross-legged in the hall, let out a strange "hey hey" laugh, and looked at the little slendergnath next to Sharlayan's legs with great interest.

"What? I don't think it's enough to take revenge on Sharlayan, so I plan to fight old Bwonsamdi directly?"

Gani snorted angrily: "Forget it, your acting skills are terrible."

"I just want to know what's so special about this kid that it's worth taking the risk for him, a mercenary old bastard like you."

Bwonsamdi twitched his lips noncommittally: "Don't say it so harshly, old friend, in this world, who doesn't act for their own interests?"

"huh~"

Ghani was too lazy to argue with Bwonsamdi: "Stop talking nonsense, let me see what your deal is, and hope you don't disappoint me."

"Hey~ Trust me, you won't be disappointed, old friend."

Bwonsamdi smiled and hooked his fingers at Sarlayan, and the sacrificial knife tied on his left front paw automatically floated towards Bwonsamdi.

"Oh, right."

Holding the knife with two fingers, Bwonsamdi said to Salayan with a half-smile, "You can change back, I believe Gani will not reveal your identity to others."

Sharlayan looked thoughtfully at the curious Gani.

Due to the previous experience of being cheated, Sarlayan couldn't even believe a single punctuation mark of Bong Sandy.

Ignoring Ghani's expectant eyes, the old god Sarlayan was staring at Bwonsamdi, urging him to quickly start the next move with his eyes.

"Tsk~ I've learned a lot, it's boring."

Bwonsamdi threw out a cloud of blue souls from the knife.

Before the howling soul could escape, Bwonsamdi reached out his other hand and squeezed him.

"No! Please let me go, please!"

"Hmph..."

Bwonsamdi, who has always been cynical, looked a little gloomy at this time, looking at the struggling Scar troll soul with a sneer.

"Gonda, I should have told you when I signed the contract, what will happen if you try to resist the debt collector?"

"Old Bwonsamdi has always respected the contract. Since you violated it on your own initiative, don't blame me."

"no no!"

Bwonsamdi's three fingers closed together, crushing Gongda's soul into countless pieces on the spot.

Gani just curled his lips and didn't say anything, obviously he didn't like the believers at both ends of the snake mouse.

"Look, little guy."

Bwonsamdi's expression became serious, causing the blue soul fragments to cover the sacrificial knife.

The original rusty knife became bright and sharp as if time went back.

Bwonsamdi grabbed the knife and scratched it in mid-air, cutting out a space channel leading to nowhere.

"Give."

Without hesitation, he threw the brand-new ritual knife to Sharlayan, and Bwonsamdi gently stroked the crack with his other hand, and the space channel disappeared immediately.

Jumping into the air and biting the handle of the knife with its leopard's mouth, Sharlayan looked at Bwonsamdi with puzzled eyes.

"Ha~"

Lying lazily and floating in the air, Bwonsamdi yawned, and Bwonsamdi looked at Sharlayan with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"This is the key I promised to Inas. The rest is none of my business. Go back and find that old bear."

"I look forward to seeing your wonderful performance in another world."