33. Fulfilling the Promise---For the Newbie Village Chief Taipa Brothers [7/10]
Haka is dead.
Died in the attack of the Darkblade King and his Blood Lords, its souls were chewed up by Apocalypse, and as part of the promise, these souls would be taken to Bwonsamdi.
In fact, the true cause of Hakkar's death cannot be avoided because of the toxins prepared by the exile Zangir. When mixed together, these terrifying toxins are enough to kill a Loa, and they can only control the flow of blood.
The Sarains, who are not afraid of poisonous damage, can hide these poisons in their blood without any warning.
Haka, the blood god... was born in blood and ended in blood. Now it seems that this is somewhat ironic.
When Hakkar was resurrected, he almost stole the souls of one-third of the trolls in Zul'Gurbri, and completely collapsed the trolls who were already unable to resist the attack of the forest elf.
When Ka died, the entire last resistance of Zul'Gurub was completely destroyed by the forest elves.
Overnight, the Holy City changed hands. There were still traces of war in the ruins, but not a single body could be seen.
The forest elves set out from the forest elf fortress in a mighty manner and began to take over Zul'Gurub. Under the intimidation of the thorn beasts that regained their vitality in the sun, the dejected trolls had no intention of showing their bravery.
Of course, the order maintained in this rout was more due to the fact that the victors, the Wither Druids, generously allowed Bwonsamdi's priests to exist in Zul'Gurub and continue to manage the Gurubashi trolls.
them.
The teachings of the Blighter do not allow meaningless killing, which will destroy the balance of life and death. Therefore, after conquering Zul'Gurub, those trolls who were lucky enough to survive will no longer be threatened, but as the defeated, they will
Losing control of the entire Zul'Gurub, from now on, life is under the control of the Withermen.
For this arrangement, Bwonsamdi, who had won the war of faith in Stranglethorn Vale, had no objection. This troll death god has his own cold side. As long as his faith still exists, he generally doesn't care much about believers.
Life and death...after all, he wants to gain strength from death.
In other words, if the believers seek their own death and provoke the withermen, Bwonsamdi might still applaud him.
Of course, Bwonsamdi still takes great care of capable believers, such as Blood Lord Mandokir, who survived the chaos and was appointed as the new leader of the trolls in Zul'Gurub. This useful and noble ancient man
After converting to Bwonsamdi, the blood lord of Zandalar bloodline immediately became his favorite priest, and the priestess Ye'krik who betrayed Sirik, the two of them will have full power from today on.
Responsible for the affairs of the trolls in Stranglethorn Vale.
In short, in the ruins of Zul'Gurub, the new order of Stranglethorn Valley is slowly being established. This may be a long process, but the Withered Ones and the Dark Blade Legion, who have exerted great efforts in this war, have already obtained
Get what you need.
"Buzz"
Five strange incense sticks were lit around Tyrion. The burning white mist did not disperse in the wind. On the contrary, they gathered together strangely. After a moment, the white mist covered the body of the Dark Blade King.
Wrapped up, when Tyrion opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in the ruined Hades Palace.
Compared with the last time he came, this palace seemed to have changed little, but when Tyrion raised his head, he could clearly see the souls of the trolls floating in the sky, which were more numerous than the last time he came. Out a lot.
"good friend!"
Bwonsamdi's weird voice sounded behind Tyrion. The very...well, very "fashionable" Death God was suspended on the ground. He opened his hands and said to Tyrion in a cheerful tone:
"Look, what a good thing your conquests are, the frost-mane trolls from Khaz Modan, the burning thorn trolls from the Burning Steppes, the Gurubashi trolls from Stranglethorn Vale, and those insignificant little ones. Clan, Bloodscalp, Skull Splitting, etc., old Bwonsamdi hasn’t been so busy for many years, I don’t even have time to renovate the palace... Look at these lovely souls.”
"Bang"
Tyrion threw something at Bwonsamdi's feet. It was Hakkar's head after being shrunk by voodoo. Bwonsamdi didn't care about Tyrion's indifference. He circled the head several times, flying in the air. Jumping in a posture similar to a troll's war dance, his tone became more excited, and with the last kick, Haka's head was kicked into the black tide-like thing in the center of the Hades.
"Thousands of years ago, I and other Loa teamed up to expel Hakkar, but it was still evil. This ghost was very lucky. Even if it was thrown into the Twisting Nether, it was still alive. In fact, all the Loa On the day when Hakkar returns, they fear that Hakkar will set off an even more terrible storm.”
Bwonsamdi's head turned a strange 180°, looking back at Tyrion, he said in a hoarse voice:
"But old Bwonsamdi is not afraid! Death never fears any power...for death always wins."
Tyrion tilted his head and looked at the Troll Death without saying a word. There was a calm light shining in his cold blue eyes, and the Troll Death knew what Tyrion was waiting for.
"Okay, okay, it's time to keep your promise."
The troll Death grabbed the skull pendant on his shoulder, threw it in his hand, and then threw it to Tyrion. The Dark Blade King held the troll's skull in his hand. He looked at the black skull. In his eyes, in the rippling blue soul power, he could see some beating runes, those were some weird runes.
"Old Bwonsamdi will teach you the language of the soul. Weapons composed of these runes can harm the Val'kyr. If you are lucky enough, you can capture them. Those pale, winged ones, Weird creatures that mortals call angels.”
The body of the troll Death was levitated, and finally he sat cross-legged in front of the ruined palace, on top of the sculpture that belonged to him. He bent over and looked at Tyrion. Under the bone-white mask, Bwonsamdi's eyes flashed. A glimmer of light:
"But it's not enough to have the words of the soul, because you can't see them. You should know the origin of the Val'kyr. A guy like you who hides secrets must know those ancient secrets. In short, the Val'kyr can The Shadow Realm intersects randomly in reality. If they don't want you to see them, you will never want to see them... Of course, old Bwonsamdi will teach you how to see them, but... before that, Should we consider signing a long-term contract with Lao Sang Bangdi?"
"Tell me and listen."
Tyrion crushed the troll's skull to pieces, and a ball of blue energy floated in the palm of his hand. He picked up another skull hanging on his belt. It looked like an orc's skull, and it was filled with darkness and depth.
While Tyrion poured the energy that recorded the language of the soul into the Skull of Gul'dan, he turned to look at Bwonsamdi, whose eyes fell on the Skull of Gul'dan.
"Hey, you have a lot of good things in your hands... How about this? You give the skull to Bwonsamdi, and I will take a risk and help you capture a Val'kyr. How about this? Isn't this an exchange?
Is it a loss?"
"No, what I want to hear is your long-term contract."
Tyrion kept silent about this issue, while Bwonsamdi glanced at the skull in Tyrion's hand with regretful and greedy eyes. He closed his eyes, shook his head, and said:
"I have been observing goblins recently. Those short creatures have evil wisdom in their ugly little heads. They like to do business, and the big businessmen in the goblins like to invest. You know, pick a guy with great potential and give it to them.
He makes a lot of money, and then lets him make more money for you... This approach inspired me."
Bwonsamdi spread his hands and said to Tyrion sincerely:
"I also want to invest, and the object of my investment is you... Old Bwonsamdi will give you the souls of a group of the most capable troll warriors. They are all golden sword guards from the most prosperous period of the Zandalari Empire.
, are the best warriors of the Zandalari royal family. Each of them has strength comparable to your high-level death knights. The most important thing is that they are very loyal... I will "rent" them to you, and you can use them as much as you like.
They went to conquer, to kill..."
"But, for any soul that dies in the hands of these sword guards, old Bwonsamdi will take two-thirds of it!"
Bwonsamdi finished speaking, but Tyrion did not answer immediately. After a moment, the Dark Blade King raised his head, looked at Bwonsamdi, and asked a very important question:
"These golden sword guards...well, I mean, are their loyalty to you? Or to me?"
"Tsk, tsk, so greedy!"
Bwonsamdi made waves of taunts. Looking at Tyrion's serious expression, the Troll Death counted on 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 benefits within a year. Sometimes, it is quite boring to only have trolls in the Hades Palace. I will also look forward to seeing my Hades Palace more lively, more
Some human souls, more orc souls, or...bigger toys, like dragons?"
"I want 1,000 people!"
Tyrion coughed lightly: "Within one year, I will give you 2,000 souls, or according to your calculation, I will give you one-third of any souls they kill before they dissipate."
"Shua"
Bwonsamdi's figure suddenly crossed the space and appeared in front of Tyrion's eyes. His face with a bone mask swayed in front of Tyrion's eyes:
"I want half!"
"make a deal!"
Tyrion looked at that terrifying face and nodded calmly:
"If I need more, I will contact you..."
"very good."
Bwonsamdi chuckled and handed over a ball of black soul fire. Just like last time, Tyrion lit the cold flame at his fingertips, and then he heard Bwonsamdi's treacherous voice:
"By the way, another thing to say is that the number of Golden Sword Guard souls in my hand is not very large. Also, you cannot let them attack any member of the Zandalari royal family. You have to understand that these loyal souls will be killed even if they are dead.
In the end, they will not break their promises, and in addition, they will challenge any enemy for you, even...Titans!"
"Now, it's time to talk about important things."
Bwonsamdi waved his hand, and groups of tall troll souls wearing golden battle armor, holding heavy shields and swords, or golden halberds walked out of the fog of the Hades, in the midst of the military formation with strong murderous intent.
, the troll Death reached out his hand to Tyrion:
"Give me the soul-gathering stone that Haka has embedded in his chest!"
"Um?"
Tyrion blinked and pretended to be stupid and said:
"What soul-gathering stone? I didn't see it."
"Don't pretend to be stupid, King of the Dark Blade. 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 like me and Haka, relying on the beliefs of others to survive.
"
Bwonsamdi was not in a hurry at all. He folded his arms slowly and floated in front of Tyrion. The troll Death said in a mocking voice:
"Who doesn't know where Haka found the soul-gathering stone? That thing can imprison the soul. It is in this way that it achieved the evil reputation of the soul-stealer. Without the soul-gathering stone, it will not be able to control the soul.
, so it is a liar, and 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 the 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 and had made preparations in advance.
He smiled evilly and said:
"Oh, by the way, Tyrion, as a long-term trading friend, did I tell you that Hela... that crazy woman in the abyss of Hades, she has noticed you, so, I guess, Val
Gerry's powerful manipulation of souls 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. As he flipped his fingers, a small purple gem fragment appeared in the palm of his hand. He threw it to Bwonsamdi, who caught it in his hand, picked it up, and placed it in front of his eyes.
After looking at it and confirming that it was correct, he carefully set the crystal on his mask. After doing all this, Bwonsamdi spread his hands and said to Tyrion:
"Good friends, are you ready to learn how to use the power of your soul?"
"Wait, that's not urgent."
Tyrion stretched out his hand to interrupt Bwonsamdi's narration. He looked at the troll Death 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?"
