Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Five: Reaper Bwonsamdi One
Loken came out of the observation room and watched the three dragon kings leave with deep eyes.
The tentacles in the gap between the stone slabs made a majestic voice: "As smart as you are, you should have foreseen the consequences. This is definitely not the behavior of a wise man."
Loken smiled faintly and was well prepared: "Slander, taking things out of context, and throwing dirty water are the favorite behaviors of living beings. They are looking for reasons for their cruel killings. If this is the consequence you mentioned, I have already been used to it."
"Since you know, why do you still do this? Do you really think that these three lizards can make rational choices and place their hope on a trivial miracle? It's not like what you did."
The eyes on the tentacles stared at Loken, guessing what he was thinking.
Loken's expression was inscrutable and elusive, and he whispered:
"Times have changed, Yogg-Saron. People from outside the universe will surprise us. I lied to Ysera. I have discovered the changes in Azeroth long ago. There is hope for this world and this universe.
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Yogg-Saron still couldn't figure it out. He thought Loken's actions were meaningless, and the dragon clan would not make a choice that was beneficial to Azeroth because of his demonstration.
But he is a great ancient god, and he finally managed to gain some strength from the seal and witnessed all this with his own eyes.
If you don't do something, you will feel sorry for your status as an ancient god.
He made up his mind to tell his companions what he saw and heard today.
Luo Ning entered a dream, and this time he dreamed of Jaina.
The two lived together and became husband and wife, but Gianna was not a family woman. She was busy with many careers and was often not seen.
Luo Ning didn't care at first, but he soon heard some rumors and warnings from a certain dwarf friend.
Luo Ning didn't believe it at first, but couldn't resist the encouragement of his dwarf friend, so he went to catch the rapist.
Under a big tree, Ronin saw Jaina and Thrall hugging each other and biting each other's faces.
Luo Ning was so angry that he almost lost his breath and rushed over with big steps, the fireball technique brewing in his hands.
Unfortunately, the spell in the dream didn't work. Sal casually snapped his fingers, and the fireball went out. Ronin was willing to do it. Regardless of the huge difference in physique and strength between the two, he swung his fist and hit Sal in the face.
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Suddenly, Jaina turned around to face Luo Ning, revealing a face that was bloody and shameless, with muscles like squirming insects, and white bones exposed in many places, and grinned:
"Luo Ning, my relationship with Thrall is not what you think."
Ronin was frightened by Jaina's face and wanted to escape, but his legs were weak and he could not move.
I saw Sal opening his huge mouth and biting towards Luo Ning's neck.
A red and black tentacle appeared, tearing Thrall apart easily.
Luo Ning sat on the ground, his back was so frightened that he realized that he was in a dream.
"Your dream is very interesting. This is the low-level reproduction method of human beings? Two individuals of different genders form a family and then breed the next generation."
The eyes on the tentacles stared at Jaina: "You like beautiful and intelligent bodies. This is derived from the instinct in life. In order to reproduce the next generation of high quality, in fact, it is just a ball of rotten flesh and blood."
N'Zoth's tentacles danced, and Jaina turned into a pool of pus and blood, giving off a foul smell.
Luo Ning regained some sense and remained unmoved, asking, "I remember that your ancient gods also have genders."
N'zoth said seriously: "Gender is just a symbol to us. It is a wrong classification we learned in order to show kindness to our subjects and to our subjects. It is meaningless to us. Every ancient god has
It’s so surprising that it cannot be distinguished by simple gender.”
Luo Ning asked curiously: "Then how do you reproduce?"
N'Zoth was silent for a while: "When we mature, we will launch spores into the universe. Multiple spores belonging to different ancient gods happen to meet on a certain planet, and they will merge with each other to give birth to a new ancient god.
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"So you also have a childhood period?" Luo Ning asked again.
"Of course, but we spent our infancy in parallel spaces, which involves the composition of space. You only need to know that there are countless parallel spaces on the planet, and most parallel spaces are without life, so our
There will be no disturbance in infancy."
Ronin stroked his forehead and stopped thinking about these things: "Okay, N'Zos, why did you come to me? I remember that I have already reported to you the negotiation process between Ysera and Brox."
"The matter has the latest development." Enzos ordered:
"All the dragon kings have reached an agreement to build the soul, no matter what the cost. If you want to know why this is happening, it is complicated. This involves the secret of a god. I know that there is an existence who knows the truth."
"Who is it?" Luo Ning asked curiously.
"Zandalari Empire, Bwonsamdi, who is in charge of the power of death, I have a hunch that you will soon come into contact with the Zandalari trolls. This is a good opportunity."
Shortly after Ronin woke up, Malfurion came to visit. The night elf with huge antlers asked with an expectant expression: "Ronin, how well do you know the Zandalar trolls?"
"Nzos really got it right." Luo Ning thought to himself.
He pretended not to know anything and explained:
"Trolls are a savage and cruel race, especially the Zandalari trolls. They believe in various Loa gods. Wars often break out between different faiths. They capture enemies and sacrifice them to their gods. Sometimes they also sacrifice
Sacrifice your own relatives, Malfurion, why do you ask the Zandalar trolls?"
Malfurion said with a dark face: "Achilles, the great emperor of the Zandalari Empire, sent an envoy to join the resistance in Mount Hyjal and help us fight against Queen Azshara. They are willing to send one million troops.
Tyrande ordered me to negotiate with Emperor Achilles."
After hearing this, Luo Ning deliberately showed surprise: "This is a great thing."
Malfurion shook his head and said with disdain:
"So what can one million trolls do? They are like ants in front of the upper-level elves. It only takes ten upper-level elves, oh, no, five is enough, to crush them easily. I really don't know what Tyrande is."
What do you think, there is no use in forming an alliance with the savage trolls."
Ronin was lost in thought and could not figure out Tyrande's intention. It was most likely an order from the moon god Elune.
Malfurion continued to complain: "In addition to the trolls, Tyrande also has to form an alliance with the tauren, dwarves, harpies, etc. Woman, I really don't know what she thinks. She thinks she can defeat the powerful with numbers.
Magic?"
Luo Ning comforted: "Maybe there is a deep meaning in it."
Malfurion sighed: "I have never dealt with low-level trolls, and I have never thought about negotiating with them. Ronin, you must help me and assist me in my mission to the Zandalar Empire."
Luo Ning refused at first, but after some refusal, he reluctantly agreed.
Queen Azshara stared at the Well of Eternity, the dark lake water lapping at the shore, and a mysterious power of the ancient gods seeped into it.
The power from the ancient god was very weak. It was not N'Zoth or C'Thun. Azshara carefully separated this tenacious power and recorded a small piece of information on it.
"Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death?" Azshara pondered: "Who should I send to the Zandalar Empire?" (To be continued)