Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Bwonsamdi is clearly playing double role with Black.

General Draven, who was watching with cold eyes, could tell at a glance that there was something fishy between the two guys. The Stoneborn commander even guessed more truths. For example, the slick and cunning Bwonsamdi should be Black, the evil god who planted himself in the Ardent Blue Fairy. Wild spy.

Just seeing how many down-and-out Loa gods it has gathered, you can tell that this guy has a big agenda.

When Bwonsamdi shouted the slogan of overthrowing the Winter Queen's rule, the scene of the incited Loa's unanimous consent made the Stoneborn General's heart tremble.

Even without a heart of flesh and blood, he could sense the desperate mentality of these Loa.

But who can blame it?

Draven glanced at Lady Moonberry, who was hiding behind the little murloc and turned pale with fright. The Stoneborn commander shook his head slightly. The rule of the Winter Queen has always been criticized by the Great Emperor.

The Emperor once commented that the Queen of Winter was dull and unflexible, and was too attached to the rules of the power of life.

When she artificially divided these natural spirits from the material world into different grades in her forest, unfair disasters had already been laid.

Now that the Winter Queen is forced to suffer from the crisis of missing anima planned by the earth, she has lost her mind and started sacrificing Loa to maintain the prosperity of Ardenweald. This is a bad move.

Loas don't want to die either.

The already oppressed contradictions became acute at this moment, and with Black, the conspirator, behind the scenes, Bwonsamdi, the eloquent villain, appeared to win over.

The Loas will naturally become united under the pressure of the situation.

Amidst the roars of the Loa's enemies, General Draven looked up at the tranquil woodland in the distance that was wrapped in a blue stream of light. He had already sketched in his mind the scene of this eternal woodland being engulfed in war.

The Winter Queen and her Night Fae Court and Night Fae army are in trouble.

What's even more frightening is that they have been immersed in peace for so long that they are not even aware of the danger.

"Everyone go get ready!"

Amidst the roars of the Loa, Blake, who was very satisfied with this "Loa army", generously took out the anima treasure box he got from the Maw, kicked it open, and grabbed a handful of precious epics. The Anima Orb was thrown towards the thirty Loa in front of him.

He shouted:

"Eating these hearts will make you stronger. Each of you summons your own beast family in the Arden Fairyland. Meet here in three days. I will take you into the heart of the forest!

The Winter Queen's foolish reign will end then, suffering souls, I promise you that the Spirit Seed Greenhouse will be restarted as soon as the new era of Ardenweald is pushed away! "

The Evil God narrowed his eyes and looked at the eager Loas in front of him. He waved his hand and promised:

"The Loa who contributed the most in this battle will get the first chance to be resurrected! It doesn't matter even if the world when you came has been destroyed in the war, the fertile Azeroth will open its arms to you.

I have made a contract with the Golden King of the troll civilization, and you will receive supreme courtesy in the kingdom of the gods. "

"Why don't you thank Big Brother the Silent One for your gift, you idiots!"

Bwonsamdi shouted at the slightest opportunity. While secretly taking out an Anima Orb suitable for him from Blake's Anima Treasure Box and putting it in his arms, he shouted to the Loa in front of him in a very stupid way.

The next moment, the summoned Loa gods expressed their gratitude to Black in a chaotic manner, and under the majestic command of the evil god, they returned to the forest with the precious anima given to them, and went to prepare for the war.

These guys who are usually at the bottom of Ardenweald and are bullied are like a group of mice who have found the support of a big shot. Now they are all proud and confident.

There is absolutely no awareness that he has been deceived and used as cannon fodder.

However, the kind-hearted evil god is not such a heartless guy.

He always means what he says. As long as these Loa can persist until the Winter Queen is defeated by him, then the promised rewards will definitely be there. Anyway, with the current situation in Azeroth, no matter where the Loa comes from, they will be defeated. welcome.

"well done."

Blake watched as the last big, gaudy cat, Loa, disappeared into the forest at the entrance to the other world. He put down the false smile on his face, turned to Bwonsamdi, who straightened up behind him, and said:

"My sending you to lurk in Ardenweald is really an idea that only a genius can come up with. A villain like you who talks sweetly and has a sword is the best person to do this kind of thing.

After we capture the heart of the forest and overthrow the stupid rule of the Winter Queen, how about I make you the High Steward of the Loa of Ardenweald and take charge of all the Loa who come to the forest? "

"Hey, we are all old foxes from Azeroth. What kind of foreign songs are you singing to me here?"

Bwonsamdi changed his previous flattery, and played with the anima orb he took out from his arms with some dignity. He let out a weird laugh and said to Black:

"Don't bother me with painting cakes, you stinky pirate. I'm not just serving your career. It doesn't matter whether you're rewarded or not, or promoted or not. It's mainly because of the Winter Queen. It's too much.

I thought she was just joking to intimidate us, but I didn't expect that she actually asked the Wild Hunt to start capturing those Loa species that were usually ignored.

Seriously, I was terrified. "

The troll Death looked around, shook his body, and said to Black nervously:

"Any talk of maintaining the prosperity of Ardenweald is just to deceive those ignorant country Loa. But I know very well that the birth of this fairyland comes from the power of the Eternal. As long as the Queen of Winter is still in the heart of the forest, this A piece of woodland will not wither to the point of hopelessness.

That crazy woman got the spiritual seed to extract the anima, not for the purpose of reviving the forest.

She is strengthening the warriors of the Wild Hunt under her command. The Immortal Wood Spirit Sect Masters have been summoned, and some wilderness demigods who voluntarily stayed in the Arden Fairyland have also been strengthened.

The Winter Queen is preparing for war!

Maybe not to invade other countries, but she is undoubtedly preparing for a war that will sweep through the entire Shadow Kingdom. The Kingdom of Death, which has been peaceful for countless epochs, is about to change.

And I'm sure it has something to do with you.

Tell me honestly, was it your handiwork that caused the downtime of the Eternal Arbitrator and the throwing of the souls who came to the Shadow Realm into the Maw?

Moreover, Azeroth is now trapped in a long-term war with demons, and the entire world's civilization is transforming into war. This is not your style of behavior. To be honest, I feel that something real is about to break out.

Give me a thorough explanation. "

"Too clever is a bad thing, my dear Bwonsamdi."

Black reached out and patted Bwonsamdi's shoulder, which was decorated in a very dark heavy metal style. He whispered:

"You don't need to think too much, just follow my footsteps closely, and I guarantee that nothing will happen to you. By the way, we have already reached the entrance to the other world, why don't you invite me to sit in your little palace?

I'm really interested in the Hades of the real God of Death.

I also want to see those great souls that you have carefully collected for tens of thousands of years. Before they are thrown into the war with the Winter Queen and consumed, I think I need to get to know them. "

"I won't waste my precious collection in a war like this. Aren't there those Loa who can be used as cannon fodder?"

Bwonsamdi expressed his dissatisfaction.

But under Blake's cold gaze, the old troll Death finally stopped complaining. He sighed, pointed to his troll-style ancient Hades Palace hidden in the forest, and said to Blake:

"I also want to invite you to sit down and discuss the truth that makes old Bangsamdi frightened, but now is not a good time, there is a disaster in the palace of the underworld.

Didn't you see that I ran out and hid? "

"Um?"

The pirate raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Old Bwonsamdi as if he was lying. He rubbed his chin and said:

"What's going on? Is it your crazy old father again?"

"Yes, Muezala."

Bwonsamdi said the name in a gritted tone. He sighed and said:

"I used the power of the Wild Hunters to drive Mu'ezala's conscious clone back to the other world back to the Abyss. I thought it was over, but I didn't expect that damn old thing to hate me so much.

It even abandoned its foundation in the Maw to bring chaos to my Hades Palace. It would destroy its shrine in Azeroth and strangle all its believers so that it can never return. That world?

As for being so crazy that he wants to kill his adopted son completely? "

"Isn't this enough?"

The pirate squinted his eyes and said:

"Muezala was the first Loa born in Azeroth. It existed even before Freya adopted and raised the demigod of the wilderness. The Father of the Night, like other Loa, was the same as the other Loa in Azeroth. There is a deep binding, and only when it returns to the material world will its power expand to the limit and gain the possibility of further improvement.

I guess that's why it hooked up with the warden.

Your old father was an ambitious guroa.

It is different from a salty Loa like you. It is coveting the soul of the world. It wants to devour the star soul of Azeroth so that it can break through and become the final shackles of the gods.

But to do this, it needs to get back its own container, and what you did in secret not only caused the remains of the Father of Night to completely disappear in time, but also almost ruined Muezala's future.

if this were me

You have been dead for a long time, how can you still have the energy to chatter here? "

"Hehe, I really can't hide it from you."

Old Bwonsamdi chuckled and touched the delicate fangs under his skeletal face. He slyly bumped Black's shoulder and said in a low voice:

"Now that you know everything, I won't be polite. Do me a favor and kill Muezala in this palace of the underworld, okay? It will save me the worry all day long.

I can finally see that although you cooperate with the warden, you and him are definitely not of the same mind. You have your own plans.

You see, Muezala is a general under Zoval. If you can kill it or seal it here, it will also be helpful for you in the final battle with the warden.

If you help me, I'll help you. Let's work together to kill my crazy old father, okay? "

"NONONO!"

Black snorted, stretched out a finger and shook it arrogantly, and said to Bwonsamdi while talking in bird language:

"I don't care how many elite soldiers the Warden has under his command, and I don't even care how many divine allies he has. You are overthinking the ultimate battle.

There will be no ultimate battle, my poor Bwonsamdi.

I have hired very, very terrible thugs to help me solve all this. I am only responsible for planning everything in secret so that I can gain a satisfying victory.

Even your father."

The evil god smiled and said to Bwonsamdi in a faint tone:

"I know what it desires. I only need to say a few words to make it serve me wholeheartedly. In my opinion, it is more useful to gain Mu'ezala's allegiance than to keep you as a cunning person.

You will never really give your all to anyone at any time anyway. "

"Hey, pirate, doesn't it hurt when you say this?"

Bwonsamdi levitated in displeasure and complained loudly:

"Don't forget that when you were weak, it was me who helped you get through the initial troubles. Without me, you wouldn't be where you are now. Although it is almost impossible to expect a pirate to know how to repay kindness. But considering the past relationship, you can at least give me an idea.

Let me tell you bluntly, you can take whatever you like in my hand. As long as it can help me get rid of the threat of Muezala, I will do anything.

you know."

The shameless Bwonsamdi jumped to the other side of Black with a whoosh. It lowered its voice and said mysteriously:

"Even a cold-blooded troll like me, Death, has a very warm heart."

"That's enough, it's disgusting! It's so obscene!"

Black slapped Bwonsamdi's laughing mask, interrupting the obscene words it was about to say. He glared at the bastard, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said:

"Let all the great souls you have collected join the next war. It's better not just to let those Loa who are not smart enough to be cannon fodder. You also have to give your strength.

Also, I want all the anima stored in Hades.

After Mu'ezala is suppressed, your Hades Palace will be retained as a unique building in Ardenweald. The Night Father's anima power far exceeds that of ordinary loa or even wild demigods. It can Become a great source of psychic energy to guide the revival of the spiritual seed greenhouse that has been abandoned for a long time.

I am also a god of life, always trying to restart the true cycle of life and death for those natural souls favored by Lady Elune. "

At this point, the Pirate Crumb glanced at Bwonsamdi.

He said:

"In other words, you, the savage bastard who wants to kill your old father, will hug Ms. Elune's lap from now on. Don't forget my support after you get married. Find something good to show your respect when you have nothing to do. I."

"Wow, this is great."

Bwonsamdi screamed artificially:

"If this hadn't come from your bastard's mouth, I would have almost believed this wonderful pie. Don't fool me. You just want me to be the eternal jailer of Muezala.

You want me to sacrifice my precious freedom to watch over an old creature who is about to be squeezed, ensuring the cycle of life and death that Lady Elune wishes to see.

But that's okay.

A wise god of death like Old Bangsundi naturally knows that all power comes from the power to determine the future of others at will.

I don’t want much either.

Why is the position of the chief steward of Loa in Ardenweald so prominent that I am not worthy of it because of my lack of talent and knowledge? I only want the management rights of the restarted Queen's Spiritual Seed Greenhouse.

I have the final say which spirit body will deliberately resurrect in the future, and which spirit body will stay in the fairyland and wait!

Of course, of course, all this must be under the supervision of Ms. Elune and Lord Moon Shadow. I know the rules very well, my dear Lord Black. "

The old troll rubbed his hands while suspended in the air, and urged Blake impatiently:

"It's all settled now, right? The poor lonely old troll gave up all his fortune and his freedom just to see a crazy old thing buried today.

Just take pity on me, this old guy.

Let's go, let's go, let's finish the feud between father and son that has been entangled for tens of thousands of years. "

"Shua"

The cold Salamani Darkmourning Blade, exuding a blue air, was pulled out by Blake with one hand. The black prophet hood on his body was transformed into the cold moonlight armor. The pirate moved his neck, and in Bwonsamdi With a sly smile, he said like a crazy poet:

"Oh, it's time for a father to be kind and a son to be filial. An evil child wants to murder his crazy father. In this holy place blessed by life, a terrible tragedy is about to happen.

As a righteous person, I cannot turn a blind eye to this.

I got to be a part of it, help that evil bastard kill his dad and put the nail in the coffin! Ah, you shameless parricide beast! "

Black kicked the butt of Bwonsamdi who was dancing in the air and cursed:

"Aren't you going to lead the way?"