Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 384 33. Fulfilling the Promise --- Adding Brothers Taipal, the Chief of Novice Village [710]

Haka is dead.

Killed by the Darkblade Lord and his Bloodlords, its soul was chewed up by Apocalypse, and as part of the promise, those souls would be brought to Bwonsamdi.

In fact, the cause of Haka's death cannot be avoided is the toxin that the exile Zangil personally prepared. Those horrible toxins mixed together are enough to kill a loa. Only the blood can be controlled. The Salaines who are not afraid of toxin damage can hide these toxins in blood without warning.

Haka, the blood god...was born in blood and ended up in blood. Looking at it now, this is more or less a kind of irony.

And when Hakkar was resurrected, he almost snatched away one-third of the souls of the trolls in Zul'Gurubri, and completely collapsed the trolls who were already resistant to the attack of the Lin Jing. When Ka died, the last resistance of the entire Zul'Gurub was also completely destroyed by the elves.

Overnight, the holy city changed hands, and there were traces of war in the ruins, but not even a single corpse could be seen.

The forest spirits set out from the forest spirit stronghold and began to take over Zul'Gurub. Under the deterrence of the thorn beasts that had regained their vitality in the sun, the dejected trolls did not intend to show their bravery.

Of course, the order maintained in this rout was more due to the generosity of the victors, the Blightcaller druids, who allowed Bwonsamdi's priests to exist in Zul'Gurub and continue to manage those Gurubashi trolls them.

The teachings of the Blightcaller do not allow pointless killings, which will destroy the balance of life and death. Therefore, after breaking through Zul'Gurub, those trolls who survived by chance will no longer be threatened, but as the defeated, they will Lost control of the entire Zul'Gurub, and from then on, lived under the control of the Blightcaller.

Regarding this arrangement, Bwonsamdi, who won the Faith War in Stranglethorn Vale, did not object. This troll god of death has his own cruel side. As long as his faith still exists, he is generally not very good at controlling believers The life and death of... After all, he must gain strength from death.

In other words, Bwonsamdi might applaud the Blightcallers if the cultists find their own way to provoke the Blightcallers.

Of course, Bwonsamdi still takes great care of capable believers, such as Mandokir, the blood lord who survived the chaos and was appointed as the new leader of the trolls in Zul'Gurub, this useful and noble ancient After converting to Bwonsamdi, the blood lord of the Zandalari lineage immediately became his favorite priest, and the priestess Jekrik who betrayed Sirik, the two of them will have full powers from today onwards. Responsible for the affairs of the trolls in Stranglethorn Vale.

In short, in the ruins of Zul'Gurub, the new order of Stranglethorn Vale is slowly being established. This may be a long process, but the Blightcaller and the Dark Blade Legion, which have made great efforts in this war, have already gained what you need.

hum

Five weird incense sticks were lit beside Tyrion. Those burning white mist did not drift in the wind. On the contrary, they gathered together strangely. Wrap it up, and when Tyrion opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in the dilapidated Nether Palace.

Compared with the last time he came, the palace seemed unchanged, but when Tyrion looked up, he could clearly see the souls of the trolls floating in the sky, and there were more souls than the last time he came out a lot.

good friend!

Bwonsamdi's strange voice sounded behind Tyrion. The well-dressed... well, very trendy Grim Reaper was suspended on the ground. He opened his hands and said to Tyrion in a cheerful tone:

Look how good your conquests are, the Frostbeards of Khaz Modan, the Burnthorns of the Burning Steppes, the Gurubashi of Stranglethorn and those little Clans, blood caps, splitting heads, blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

boom

Something was thrown at Bwonsamdi's feet by Tyrion. It was Haka's head shrunk by voodoo. Bwonsamdi didn't care about Tyrion's indifference. Jumping in a posture similar to the troll war dance, his tone became more excited, and finally kicked Hakar's head into the center of the Hades, that black tide-like thing.

Thousands of years ago, I and the other Loa teamed up to expel Hakkar, but its evil intentions were not dead. The luck of this ghost is very good. Even if it was thrown into the Twisting Nether, it was still alive tenaciously. In fact, all the Loa On the day they dreaded Hakkar's return, they feared a still more dire storm from Hakkar.

Bwonsamdi turned his head 180° strangely, looked back at Tyrion, and said in a hoarse voice:

But old Bwonsamdi wasn't afraid! Death never feared any power...for death always triumphs.

Tyrion tilted his head to look at the troll Reaper, he didn't say a word, his cold blue eyes shone with a calm light, and the troll Reaper knew what Tyrion was waiting for.

Okay, okay, it's time to keep the promise.

The troll god of death casually grabbed the skull pendant on his shoulder, threw it in his hand, and then threw it to Tyrion. The king of the dark blade held the skull of the troll in his hand. He looked at the black skull In his eye sockets, in the rippling blue soul power, he could see some beating runes, which were some weird runes.

Old Bwonsamdi will teach you the words of the soul, and the weapons made of these runes can harm the Val'kyr, and if you are lucky, you can catch them, the pale, winged ones Strange creatures that mortals call angels.

The troll Grim Reaper's body was suspended, and finally sat cross-legged in front of the dilapidated palace, on the sculpture that belonged to him. He bent his body and looked at Tyrion. Under the bone-white mask, Bwonsamdi's eyes flashed A ray of light:

But it's not enough just to have the words of the soul, because you can't see them. You should know the origin of Val'kyr. A guy like you who hides secrets must know those ancient secrets. In short, Val'kyr can be in The Shadowlands crisscross reality, they don't want you to see them, you never want to see them...Of course, old Bwonsamdi will teach you how to see them, but...until then, Are you considering signing a long-term contract with Sambundy Sr.?

tell me the story.

Tyrion crushed the troll's skull casually, and a cloud of dark blue energy was suspended in his palm. He picked up another skull hanging from his belt. It looked like an orc's skull, and it was filled with darkness and deep darkness. Tyrion poured the energy that recorded the words of the soul into Gul'dan's skull, while turning his head to look at Bwonsamdi, whose eyes fell on Gul'dan's skull.

Hey, you have a lot of good things in your hand... How about this, you give that skull to Bwonsamdi, and I'll take a risk and help you catch a Val'kyr back, how about it? Is this an exchange? Is it a loss?

No, what I want to hear is your long-term contract.

Tyrion kept silent on this issue, but Bwonsamdi glanced at the skull in Tyrion's hand with regret and greed. He closed his eyes, shook his head, and said:

I've been observing goblins recently. Those little creatures have evil wisdom in their ugly little heads. They like to do business, and those big businessmen among the goblins like to invest. You know, choose a guy with great potential and give He makes a lot of money, and then let him make you more money ... it inspired me.

Bwonsamdi spread his hands and said to Tyrion sincerely:

I want to invest too, and the object of my investment is you... Old Bwonsamdi will give you the souls of a group of the most powerful troll warriors. They are all golden sword guards from the most prosperous period of the Zandalari Empire. , are the best fighters in the royal family of Zandalar, each of them has the strength comparable to the high-level death knights under your command, and most importantly, they are very loyal... I will rent them to you, you can use them as much as you want They go to conquer, to kill...

However, old Bwonsamdi will take two-thirds of any soul that dies at the hands of these sword guards!

Bwonsamdi finished speaking, but Tyrion did not answer immediately. After a while, the Dark Blade King raised his head, looked at Bwonsamdi, and asked a very important question:

These golden sword guards... Well, what I mean is, is their loyalty to you? Or to me?

Tsk tsk, how greedy!

Bwonsamdi made a burst of ridicule. Seeing Tyrion's serious expression, the troll Reaper counted with his fingers, then stretched out his palm with only two fingers, and waved towards Tyrion:

They can be loyal to you, but the premise is that I have to see enough income within a year. Sometimes, there are only trolls in the Hades Palace, which is actually quite boring. I also look forward to seeing my Hades Palace be more lively. Some human souls, more orc souls, or...bigger toys, like dragons?

I want 1000 people!

Tyrion coughed softly: In one year, I will give you 2000 souls, or according to your calculation, I will give you one-third of any souls they kill before they dissipate.

swish

Bwonsamdi's figure suddenly crossed the space and appeared in front of Tyrion, his face with a bone mask swayed in front of Tyrion:

I want half!

make a deal!

Looking at the terrifying face, Tyrion nodded calmly:

If I need more, I will still contact you...

very good.

Bwonsamdi chuckled and handed over a mass of black soul fire. Like last time, Tyrion lit the cold flame on his fingertips, and then he heard Bwonsamdi's treacherous voice:

By the way, let me say another thing, the number of golden sword guard souls in my hand is not many, and you can't let them attack any members of the Zandalari royal family. You have to understand that even if these loyal souls die Finally, they will not violate their previous promises, and besides that, they will challenge any enemy for you, even... Titans!

Now, it's time to talk about something important.

Bwonsamdi waved his hand, and groups of tall troll souls wearing golden battle armor, holding heavy shields and long swords, or golden halberds walked out of the fog of the Nether Palace. , the troll Reaper reaches out to Tyrion:

Give me the soul-gathering stone embedded in Haka's chest!

Um?

Tyrion blinked his eyes, he pretended to be stupid and said:

What soul-gathering stone? I didn't see it.

Don't pretend to be a fool, Lord of Dark Blades, with your knowledge, it's not difficult to find that that thing can't be used by you at all, unless you are willing to become a spirit body like me and Haka, relying on other people's beliefs to survive.

Bwonsamdi was not in a hurry at all, he folded his arms slowly, hovering in front of Tyrion, the troll Reaper said in a mocking voice:

Who doesn't know where Haka found the soul-gathering stone, that thing can imprison souls, and this is how it gained its reputation as a soul snatcher. Without the soul-gathering stone, it can't manipulate souls , so it is a liar, it has stolen too many souls that belong to me! Now, give it to me, that is part of our deal, and then I will teach you how to track Val'kyr.

Seeing Tyrion's calm expression, Bwonsamdi tilted his head, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes under the bone mask. He seemed to have expected this situation a long time ago, and had already made preparations in advance.

He smirked and said:

Oh, by the way, Tyrion, as a long-term trading friend, did I tell you, Hela... that crazy woman in the abyss of Hell, she has noticed you, so, I guess, Wah Gerry's powerful manipulation of the soul is the power you need most now, you won't choose to give up on them just because of a useless stone, right?

Tyrion's expression changed, and as he flipped his fingers, a small piece of purple gemstone appeared in his palm. He threw it to Bwonsamdi, who caught it, picked it up, and held it in front of his eyes. After looking at it, and after confirming that it was correct, he carefully inlaid the crystal on his mask. After doing all this, Bwonsamdi spread his hands and said to Tyrion:

Good friend, are you ready to learn how to use the power of the soul?

Wait, there's no rush for that.

Tyrion interrupted Bwonsamdi's narration with his hand. He looked at the troll Reaper and said in a cold tone:

Let's talk about Hela first...how did she notice me? What does she want me to do for her?