But he misunderstood the reason for Bwonsamdi's weakening power. Death, death has never been a force that can make people sincerely believe. In moments of life and death crisis, trolls will believe in Bwonsamdi to survive the danger, but once the danger disappears,
Trolls will soon switch to other loa, such as Rezan, the god of strength, and Shadra, the god of conspiracy.
Bwonsamdi has existed the longest and is the oldest among all loa, but his position is also so awkward.
Trolls traditionally worship many things that they cannot understand. In the ancient world, those incredibly powerful beasts, those souls with mysterious powers, and the most powerful and wisest among the tribesmen will all be called "trolls".
Loa, the god of the trolls.
This led to the fact that tens of millions of years later, the trolls believed in a very large number of Loa, most of which existed in the state of souls, and were very weak, at least for Tyrion at this time, very weak.
But the existence of these Loa has severely diluted the number of believers in other Loa. Especially for the God of Death, the number of souls he controls directly determines whether the power is strong. Look at where Bwonsamdi lives. A place is about to collapse.
The dilapidated temple has obviously not been repaired for at least hundreds of years, which proves Bwonsamdi's dire situation at this time.
He needed help, and Tyrion also needed the information he wanted. The basis for cooperation emerged. Therefore, after a period of tension, the two sides finally chatted.
They talked a lot, about Hades, about the beliefs of trolls, and about the secrets of Hades Abyss and Val'kyr. Although Bwonsamdi is now in decline, his glorious history is not self-promotion. He accompanied the troll civilization
Born together, his memory contains many secrets from before the emergence of history.
"Hey, hey, you want old Bwonsamdi to help you capture those nosy Val'kyr at the risk of offending that crazy woman in Hela?"
The troll Death wearing a skull mask smiled cunningly. After a moment, he stopped his weird laughter. Behind the skull mask, the eyes stared at Tyrion:
"This is a very dangerous matter, so if you want Lao Bangsandi to help, you have to show your sincerity and sign a contract with me. The souls of all creatures killed by you will belong to Lao Bangsundi.
All Sandy!”
"This is impossible!"
Tyrion rejected the lion's request. He sat cross-legged on the ground and said to the troll's god of death:
"I am also ambitious. My friend Bwonsamdi, I also need some souls...so we can modify this contract. You are the death of the trolls, so all the trolls killed by the Dark Blade Knights
My soul should belong to you!"
"That's not enough! Friend!"
Bwonsamdi slowly spread his hands. Seeing that the negotiation had reached a deadlock, the cunning troll Death rolled his eyes and coughed slightly:
"Of course, it's not impossible, it's just that there are additional conditions."
"Say it, I'm all ears."
Tyrion said softly, Bwonsamdi shook his head and said in a deep voice:
"Hakkar the Soul Reaver, you may not have heard of it, but that doesn't matter. That cunning and disgusting bastard calls himself the Blood God and is arrogant. He has taken over the faith of the Gurubashi trolls, and there, there was
It is one of the holy places for old Bwonsamdi’s followers, get rid of it! Let the Gurubashi Trolls feel the constant threat of death!”
"And the threat of death will make them return to their orthodox beliefs, and then bring Hakkar's head to see me, and I will teach you how to capture those lovely and hateful Val'kyr... To be honest, without me
Help, you dead people can't even see them."
"Soul Reaver, just hearing this name makes me feel weird."
Tyrion held his chin up, a greedy light flashing in his eyes:
"So I feel that the remuneration I deserve should be more generous. For example, some information that I am very interested in, there are three hells for the living, Hela's Hell Abyss, your Hades Palace, and the last one...
I can feel that the unknown place should fit in well with me."
"Tastingo!"
The old troll Death snapped his fingers and said "good" in troll language. He stretched out his hand, and a ball of black fire of the soul was handed to Tyrion's eyes. The Dark Blade King glanced at Sang Bangdi,
After Khadgar repeatedly confirmed that this thing was just a contract and had no hidden harm, the Dark Blade King stretched out his fingers and let the black fire wrap around his soul.
As the atmosphere of Hades became colder and colder, the voice of the troll Death also became ethereal:
"Your souls are very powerful, but I can feel that you have not explored the potential of a powerful soul... This is a small bonus gift... King of the Dark Blade, soul, remember...
A greedy and strong soul is your sharpest weapon!"
"Buzz"
The next moment, the souls of Tyrion and Khadgar returned to their bodies. The Dark Blade King raised his head and saw that the soul crack in front of him became dimmer and could be broken at any time. He stretched out his finger and a faint black flame appeared.
Jumping on his fingertips, it was harmless, but it reminded him of Bwonsamdi's true existence.
"Okay, okay."
The Dark Blade King shook his head: "There is one more trouble, so be it."
After saying that, he turned around and left the ruins. Khadgar silently followed him behind him. A glimmer of light flashed in the silver eyes of the great lich.
A few hours later, in Bwonsamdi's palace of the underworld, a familiar soul appeared again. He was sitting cross-legged on his weathered sculpture. The troll Death, who was busy tapping the number of souls, turned around in confusion and saw the unknown soul.
Invite the guy who comes.
"What are you doing here again? I have already signed a contract with your master..."
"That was signed between you and Tyrion, not me."
Khadgar looked at Bwonsamdi calmly. He reached out his hand and said to Bwonsamdi:
"There are so many troll clans in the eastern continent, don't you want to gain more followers? Come on, I will help you, and I am more generous than my majesty."
"Hehehe, interesting."
Bwonsamdi rubbed his chin: "A traitor with his own petty ideas... Let us guess, has that greedy elf noticed your alien intentions?"
"This is not a rebellion."
Khadgar frowned and said: "I just have some ideological conflicts with my Majesty..."
"Old Bwonsamdi doesn't care about that!"
The body of the troll Death slowly floated in front of Khadgar's eyes. He looked at the big lich and said softly:
"Then, tell old Bwonsamdi, what do you want from me?"
"I want..."
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At dawn, in the city hall of a large town called Lakeside Town, a human stronghold in the Redridge Mountains connected to the Burning Plains, the mayor, Mr. Solomon, was dealing with a matter that made him anxious.
"Say it again, completely."
The mayor took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Opposite him was a human major whose body was covered in blood and was in a state of embarrassment. He drank large gulps of water and said to the mayor:
"The undead, the undead from the Burning Plains, they were peeking at Lakeside Town. There were a lot of them. Colonel Nelson led the soldiers to the Molten Trail to set up defenses, but we were ambushed. The colonel died on the spot, including me.
Only 12 soldiers escaped... War is coming, and it will definitely be more terrifying than those Blackstone orcs."
"Why are there undead?"
Mayor Solomon scratched his hair anxiously and walked around the office, but he couldn't come up with any good ideas.
In the past few years, Redridge Mountain has been stationed as the front line of defense against the Blackrock Orcs in the Burning Plains, with a legion and a considerable number of militia regiments. However, the recent rebellion in the western wilderness has taken away three thirds of the Redridge Mountain defense force.
One, making the entire front vulnerable. The most important thing is that after many commanders were sent to the western wilderness, the remaining soldiers are currently extremely short of commanders.
And it is difficult for soldiers without reasonable command to play a real role.
"How many of those undead are there?"
Mayor Solomon asked again: "There are currently 7,500 people in the entire Redridge Mountains plus the militia. Can they stop them? Can they sustain it until the reinforcements from Stormwind City arrive?"
"Their reconnaissance force has less than 300 people, but it's hard to say how many undead there are."
The major replied somewhat tiredly:
"You also saw those strange birds that flew over the Redridge Mountains yesterday. It's hard to say whether their appearance is related to the undead, but if you look at it from the most pessimistic perspective, I doubt that we may be able to defend this place."
"Then ask for help!"
The mayor gritted his teeth and said: "The Night's Watch, or the Knights of Stormwind, and the Draenei, ask them for help!"
"I have another question, mayor, about the frontline commander..."
The major said with some difficulty: "We lack people who can take charge alone and convince the soldiers."
This made the mayor hesitate, but after a while, he seemed to make up his mind and said to the major:
"I will solve this problem. You go to Stone Castle to report to General Gore and ask the general to make all preparations. As long as there is something in Lakeside Town, you can take it away... I only have one request! Before the people here can complete the retreat,
, you must hold the line! By the way, Major, I heard that you participated in the war in the Burning Plains, so, have you heard of Keeshan?"
"Keishaan?"
The major's eyes widened, and he said softly: "That's my comrade. We once served together in the special B company under MI7, but he is already dead. He died in the final battle to siege the Blackstone Orcs."
"No, he's not dead."
Mayor Solomon sighed:
"And he is in Lakeside Town now... You said you lack qualified front-line commanders, so can Keeshan be qualified?"
"Of course he can!"
The tired major stood up and said loudly:
"If Keeshan hadn't died, with his past achievements, he would be at least a colonel now, and maybe he could become a general, and the soldiers in Redridge Mountain have heard the heroic stories of B Company, so he must be fine. But
What I’m more curious about is, since Keeshan is not dead, why didn’t he come to us old brothers? Instead of hiding here anonymously?”
"Well, this problem is very complicated."
The mayor picked up his hat and coat from the hanger in his office and said to the major:
"Let's talk as we go, but I have to remind you that Keeshan is no longer the war hero and the pride of Lakeside Town in the past. The war has changed many things, and the war has also changed him."
In a place like Redridge Mountain, which is on the edge of the kingdom, has wars all year round and the folk customs are fierce, the daily entertainment of civilians is always very "violent". In the large and dark basement of the Lakeside Town tavern, there is a lot of people and drunkards surrounding it.
Together, looking at the two guys fighting each other with fists in the simple fighting arena in front of them, they let out noisy roars from time to time.
The old bartender who acted as the temporary referee was the old bartender of the tavern. There were scattered coins piled on the dilapidated table in front of him. It seemed that he was playing a gambling game. But in the eyes of the major hidden in the crowd, the man was naked and only
Wearing a pair of trousers, a short man who punched like a beast was beating his opponent, a tall and strong boxer who was also naked and covered in tattoos.
Although there seemed to be a huge disparity in strength between the two, the short, brown-haired, drunk man had the upper hand. He nimbly dodged the fat man's punch, and then punched the inflexible man with his fists.
Man, in the eyes of veterans, the outcome is already clear.
"How did he become like this? Become a drunkard?"
The major's eyes shone with disbelief and pain: "He shouldn't be like this. He should be a hero of the kingdom... not a ruffian who can be ridiculed! Enough! Enough!"
The excited major stood up and was about to stop the farce in front of him, but the mayor held his wrist:
"You want to know why Keeshan didn't go to you? It's simple, because he felt that he had wronged you. He felt that he was a deserter. I heard his story. At the end of the war, he was besieged by the Blackstone Orcs. In the end,
He was captured and imprisoned in Blackrock Tower for three years. He didn't escape until last fall. He suffered a lot. The orcs abused him and used him as a drowning device... Well, in short, his current state is very bad.
"
The mayor sighed and said:
"And you also know that last year happened to be the time when the orcs burned down Lakeside Town. Everyone was full of hatred for the orcs. Even Keeshan, who had escaped from the orcs, was blamed. Everyone scolded him for not protecting the people and for not protecting the people.
Some people say that he only kills orc babies and becomes intimidated when facing orc warriors. I know this is not the truth, but people...angry people are always blind."
"It shouldn't be like this..."
The major murmured to himself, watching the boxing match in front of him. Keshane won, but was booed and taunted by the drunkards around him. The veteran couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up and strode into the field.
He brutally kicked down a drunkard who was talking obscenely, then drew out his sword and roared:
"Get out! Get out of here!"
Seeing that the situation was out of control, the mayor stood up and took off his hat. This resolute mayor had a high reputation among the civilians, so soon, the entire basement was emptied, but Keeshan didn't seem to see them, and just took it.
He took a sip from the wine bottle and sat on the table like a scoundrel, tapping his harvest. Behind him, the major calmed down and gave him a military salute:
"Sir John J. Keshane, Captain Danvers Carr of Company B reports to you!"
The sound of a report that was only heard in the army made the drunken Keishaan straighten his body subconsciously, but the next moment, he returned to the state of not caring about anything, and he shook his hand:
"Danfoss, don't bother me. I've retired. Oh my god, let me, an old guy, live a quiet life for a few days, okay?"
Mayor Solomon leaned aside, looked at Keeshan, and said softly:
"Veteran, your country and your people need you now."
"Need me? Do you need me to fight?"
The drunken veteran turned to look at the mayor with a trace of ridicule:
"You want me to help them? Help those who would rather spit on me than smile at me? I'm sorry, I refuse!"
Keeshan's prototype is Rambo from First Blood. He is the soul of the Redridge Mountain quest line. To be honest, this guy is much stronger than Rambo. Also, who said I am a fan of the Queen? I mean you
Yeah, you are still too young. Don't listen to the wind and rain, spread rumors randomly, and you will be responsible for deviations in publicity in the future... I also like the Queen very much, but how can I put it, I like it rationally, and
I won't ignore the shortcomings of the character just because I like it.
