Shadow Trails in Azeroth

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

On the deck of the Nag'Fal, old Bwonsamdi, who was controlling Garrosh's body, suddenly panicked as he watched Black pull out Salamani without saying a word.

He put on a gesture of "appeasing his anger" and poured out his bitter words to Blake:

"You know me, my good friend Black, and you know that my power of death comes from my terrible adoptive father. I can't disobey him at all, especially after he broke into the other world where I was hiding.

My demons are controlled by him, my power is weakening, the servants of Hades are destroyed, and all my priests are killed by him.

If he hadn't been busy reestablishing his connection between the material world and the Shadow Realm, even poor old Bwonsamdi would have been killed. I also want to hide a secret from you, my friend, you know how loyal old Bwonsamdi is to his friends.

But I can't do it. "

The troll god of death pretended to cry with snot and tears:

"The troll souls hidden in the other world by old Bangsundi are all gone. They were all thrown into the abyss to extract anima. I really want to save them, but I can't save myself.

I looked around the world and found that there were very few people who could save me. It was only then that I realized how lucky I was to have your friendship.

The priests I sent to Tanaris were sacrificed to Mu'ezala by the Sandfury Trolls, but they neglected the treasures my priests left behind.

I poured my last ray of divine power into the mask, and with great difficulty, I 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 weren't for old Bwonsamdi's body being tied up by the chains of dominance, and if it weren't for my soul being burned, I would definitely give you a big hug to celebrate our reunion.

Brave Black, for the peace and future of Azeroth, hurry up and create miracles under the leadership of old Bwonsamdi. "

Faced with Bwonsamdi's cry, Blake's reaction was quite direct.

The cold sword in his hand was pressed against Garrosh's neck, waiting for the troll mask in front of him and the two rays of light under the mask, and he said:

"Who do you think you are lying to? Who do you think I am? Do you expect me to believe this? I believe you! You bad old man is the worst.

Be honest, what is your current situation?

If you have no use value at all, I will sell you to Muezala. Maybe you can still have a good relationship with the Father of Night.

Maybe he'll let me go as soon as he's happy? "

"you are dreaming!"

The old troll showed no fear at all, sneered a few times and said:

"I didn't lie to you that Muezala knew about your existence. Hela, that madman, went crazy and wanted revenge on you after you drove him back to the Abyss.

You know, she and Muezala are both from Zovar's faction, and it would be easy for the Father of the Night to figure out your situation.

He won't let you go.

You need to have a clear understanding of his cruelty and ruthlessness. You may be an elegant villain, but he is a truly hopeless thug.

As for my current situation. "

Bwonsamdi sighed helplessly. He squatted on the deck with his toes like a melancholy troll, rubbed his head and said:

"It's not as miserable as I described, my dear friend, but my warm little nest beyond is indeed gone, and Muezala has taken over.

I wanted to ask the Winter Queen of Ardenweald for help.

But I usually cough, what should I say? He didn't pay much attention to maintaining a friendly relationship with the Night Fae Court. Before he even entered the Queen's Hall, he was driven out by a group of nasty Night Fae fairies using fairy fire.

Although I haven't been caught, I can only hide now. "

Black held Salamani on his back and looked at Garrosh's "Troll Crouch" with strange eyes.

There is nothing strange about this posture on a troll with long legs and a thin waist, but when a big-bodied orc with a round waist does this, he exudes the aura of a street kid.

All he had to do was put on Adidas, hold melon seeds in his hands, put a bottle of vodka next to him, and curse Suka.

picture.

so similar.

Blake shook his head to get rid of the strange feeling of déjà vu, coughed and said:

"If you want me to help you, just be more honest, Bwonsamdi. We have cooperated well before and deceived Hela. We have the foundation to cooperate again.

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

Tell me, why don't you hide back in the material world? And, it’s just a dilapidated shrine in Zul’Farrak, but you sent your priests here and couldn’t fix it?

When you choose someone, do you draw lots with your eyes closed? You didn't even check your ability? Can such a simple thing be done badly? "

"How long has it been since this happened? Can you please stop complaining about my useless priest?"

Old Bongsandi said helplessly:

"My priest was about to succeed, but unexpectedly a priest of the Blood God Hakkar appeared out of nowhere and exposed his disguise. My poor loyal servant was hacked to death on the spot by the furious Sand Fury Troll.

The one with blood splattered on it.

It must have been mummified now, right?

As for why I don’t hide back in the material world, I do want to come back. Do I dare to come back? There is something dangerous that is not weaker than Muezala awakening here. "

Death sneered, glanced at Black, and said:

"I guess your bitch old Garni must have told you that everything is peaceful on Zandalar Island, right?"

"Watch your words!"

Black emphasized:

"What does it mean to be a bitch? Old Garni is my most loyal partner, and we are close comrades with common interests! You are not allowed to insult my lovely god of garbage.

This is my favorite loa!

Then what?

What happened on Zandalari that Old Garni didn't notice but you did? "

"Your description was so apt, I almost believed it, but isn't that just another way of saying coward?"

Old Pangsandi rolled his eyes and stopped hiding anything, saying:

"Old Garni is just a garbage collector. What the hell does it know about the dark changes in the Nazmir jungle? It doesn't even dare to approach the lair of Sirik, the God of Midnight.

Can you expect that coward to bring you anything useful?

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

"Infect?"

Hearing this word, Blake instantly narrowed his eyes and said coldly:

"Udir's seal is still strong! Where can I find the power to infect a Loa?"

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

Old Pangsandi said with a sigh:

"It can suppress the evil body, but it cannot suppress the spread of those dark auras. I think it must be related to the things sealed under the Wharton Desert.

Your dwarf friend probably didn't tell you everything he did, or someone else took over where the pesky Brann Bronzebeard left off.

In short, disaster is coming to Zandalar Island!

Do you think I will stay there to bury them?

I would rather hide in Ardenweald and be despised by the nasty Night Fae fairies every day than die inexplicably from a blood plague that can even infect Loa.

You know me.

Compared to my life, losing face is nothing.

But the biggest problem now is Zul'Farrak. Once Mu'ezara's shrine is rebuilt and the Father of Night returns to Azeroth, you and I will both die. "

Old Bwonsamdi exaggerated the threat, saying:

"You should know that guy as well as I do. He is the ancestor god of the 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 wiped out by him in an instant.

He claimed to devour the world. It took me tens of thousands of years to make the world forget about him. That was the only way.

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

"Nonsense, I only saw me fighting to the death while you were reaping the benefits."

Black glared at Bwonsamdi and said to the cunning Loa:

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

"But I have nothing."

Old Bwonsamdi spread his hands and moved on the spot.

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

"The other world is gone, the priest is dead, and the Palace of the Underworld has been abandoned. This mask is all that is left in my hand. All the treasures I carry with me are given to the Wild Hunting Group of the Court of Night in exchange for them not destroying my temporary residence. shabby shack.

I have to set aside a special amount of money every week to buy tickets to watch the goblins perform on the Faye Grand Stage.

I'm in such a miserable state, good friend Blake, do you still want something from me?

I promise you that 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! By Bwonsamdi's name! "

"Are you reduced to the point where you need to watch nightly stage plays to pass the time?"

The corner of Blake's mouth twitched and he said with empathy:

"Then you are still miserable enough. The scenery is so bad, the actors are so amateur, and the performance is so exaggerated that you can still watch it."

"Well, who says it's not?"

Old Pangsandi sighed like a lonely old man:

"Those drama goblins are still far behind the professional actors in Azeroth. If given a choice, who would choose to spend time there?

Didn't I know that the Queen of Winter would occasionally come to the venue, where she wanted to take advantage of the theater to have a relationship. "

"I advise you not to do that."

Seeing that the old Bwonsamdi, who used to talk so much, was now in such a state of desolation, Blake's anger in his heart a little lessened.

He advised:

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

She is rude to all creatures from Azeroth.

Believe me, once you annoy her, she may take away your heart energy on the spot and return you to the spiritual 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 Death stared and said:

"If I don't ask the Winter Queen for help, do you want me to seek refuge with the Venthyr vampires? The strong men of Maldraxxus are not afraid of Mu'ezala, but they don't want me either.

As for the promotion to the fortress, let alone that.

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

"Don't you still have me?"

Blake grinned and said:

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

Zandalari is indeed a good place, but as the troll death god, you have to keep your balance. You can't stay with the Zandalari trolls all the time, otherwise you will be gossiped about.

Don't worry, Bwonsamdi, I will help you. I will set off to Zul'Farrak in a moment and try to get this matter done within three days. "

"Um?"

Old Bwonsamdi was afraid that Black wouldn't help before, but now that the stinky pirate personally promised to help, the troll Death God became suspicious.

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

"Let me explain in advance, I really have nothing good to give you. I am really down and out now."

"What are you talking about? We are friends, how could I take advantage of you?"

Black threw Salamani back into his bag, patted Bwonsamdi on the shoulder, then patted his own chest, and said confidently:

"Don't worry, I will handle this matter beautifully for you. But since we are brothers, I won't hide some things.

With my current status, I can’t stand what you give me.

I don't mean to despise you, I'm just telling the truth. I believe you won't let me work in vain, so I want to ask for the last thing from you. "

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

"You have been a god of death for tens of thousands of years, and you have traveled 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’re trying to fool me. After all, for a prophet who even knows the order of the weekly repertoire of Faye’s stage play, I’ll find out if you make up some random rubbish.

How about it?

Is this price suitable? "

Bwonsamdi, who had always boasted unparalleledly and talked endlessly, without changing his expression, showed a startled change in his eyes for the first time. After a few seconds, he said slowly:

"You said that anima is the knowledge of the dead. Even if I teach you, you won't be able to learn it."

"you sure?"

Black put his hand on Bwonsamdi's mask, feeling a familiar burning sensation on his fingertips, just like the "experience gained" after defeating an opponent every time.

Bwonsamdi also felt his precious heart energy begin to beat as the pirate's fingers flicked, and he suddenly yelled, shouting:

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

"Shhhhhhh."

The stinky pirate put his finger to his mouth, made a quieter gesture, and said:

"This is my biggest secret, don't say it casually. Come on, follow me into the house! Give me some money first as a deposit, and when I have all the people, I will immediately go to Zul'Farrak to help you."

"You can leave now."

Bwonsamdi complained:

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

"We haven't negotiated with the goblins yet about the salary for fighting the Sandfury Trolls. Why are you anxious?"

The pirate glared at him and said:

"I can't go all the way in vain, can I?

Since we are going to do it, we must maximize our profits. Knowledge is great, but we live in the real world and we have to be more realistic, right? my friend.

Who would mind having too much money? "

"Okay, let me tell you why you suddenly came to Zul'Farrak!"

Old Bangsandee suddenly realized that he had been deceived.

He said fiercely:

"So, even if I don't ask for your help, you are still going to Zul'Farrak to cause a scene? I let it slip, right?"

"What do you want me to say?"

Blake turned back and showed a perfect smile with eight teeth. He said:

"I feel that after encountering a series of bad luck and meeting you again, I have finally come to an end. Don't look like that. Meeting old friends is a beautiful thing.

Come on, have a smile. "