Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Six: Reaper Bwonsamdi II
Although the upper elves have superb magic and can hide themselves from the troll gods through disguise, their innate customs, their special civilization and etiquette are easily discovered by the Zandalari trolls.
Queen Azshara thought of a man, Robbie Capor, a human whose habits and conversation were completely different from those of the night elves.
Robbie did not refuse the mission to the Zandalari Empire.
First of all, although there are hundreds of Loa gods in the Zandalari Empire, none are too powerful and they can completely handle them.
Queen Azshara promised to allow Robbie, like the night elves, to use the magic provided by the Well of Eternity.
Moreover, several runes have been specially made so that even if you don't know enough about arcane magic, you can still use powerful magic.
The Well of Eternity provides endless magic power, and coupled with the runes of offensive protection and escape, Robbie's safety is further increased.
The goal of this mission is to secretly contact Bwonsamdi, the god of death, in the name of being an envoy, and try to find out his secrets.
Bwonsamdi, the god of death, was sitting on the desolate pyramid, unable to help but sigh. His small eyes looked at his broken kingdom, and his mood became darker and darker.
Taxation and death are the fates that trolls can never escape.
Although he is the god of death, he cannot accept many souls. The Loa gods are all lovers of souls. For them, souls are wealth and a way to become stronger.
Loa gods and trolls belong to the relationship between shepherds and sheep, just like shepherds help sheep find lush pastures and help sheep escape danger and resist foreign enemies when they are attacked by wild beasts.
In contrast, the sheep must also sacrifice their fur and flesh to the shepherd, and their souls are the reward paid to the Loa.
Bwonsamdi misses the ancient times very much. The ancient god Xalatath ruled the troll clan. The trolls at that time had no self-awareness, lived in a hazy state, and acted completely in accordance with the will of the gods. Simply put, they were a group of walking zombies, worthy of the name.
sheep.
But what does it matter? They serve soulful deliciousness.
At that time, Bwonsamdi was Xalatath's right-hand man, a loyal shepherd dog. He helped his master process delicious souls and controlled the life and death of the troll clan. He was extremely powerful and ranked among the top three among all Loloa gods.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. A war broke out among the ancient gods. After the defeat of the master Xal'atath, he was exiled. Bwonsamdi suffered heavy losses in that war, and his status among the Loa gods plummeted.
Countless Loa gods were sacrificed in that War of the Ancient Gods, and those who remained were almost all deserters and cowards. When the war was over, they came out of their hiding places, loudly laughed at Bwonsamdi's stupidity, and united to exclude him.
This is the price for loyalty. When the Titans came, Bwonsamdi wisely hid and even gave up his kingdom.
This time, he successfully saved his life, but many of the gods who laughed at him died unexpectedly, which taught Bwonsamdi a lot.
The Loa gods have gone up and down, but Bwonsamdi has always survived and has long learned the wisdom of the gods to save their lives.
Unfortunately, he is only a god of death, and his help to the trolls is very low. Compared to those gods of harvest, gods who can make rain or cure diseases, Bwonsamdi's abilities are simply useless.
His strength lies in brutal wars, battlefields where countless souls wander, where he can display his strongest strength.
A thin troll priest knelt under the pyramid. Without Bwonsamdi's permission, he could not see the form of the death god.
The troll priest prayed respectfully:
"Dear Lord Death, the envoys of the Mount Hyjal resistance have entered the Zandalari Empire. Emperor Achilles led the priests to hold a banquet in the palace to welcome them."
Bwonsamdi listened silently, indifferent to the negotiations between the two parties. He hoped that the war would come. Compared with the ability to harvest souls, who can compare with a god of death?
Strange, what is the moon god Elune doing? Bwonsamdi fell into thinking.
The experience accumulated over countless years, coupled with his familiarity with Elune, made him realize that there was a conspiracy.
It is very detrimental to the trolls. Do you want to remind Emperor Achilles?
"A stupid and arrogant troll, he will not listen to me." Bwonsamdi smiled gloomily: "War, what I need is a war, the more people die, the better."
Malfurion fully adapted to the huge antlers, which have become an important symbol of him.
The troll's palace was right in front of him. Looking at the tall and gorgeous palace, Malfurion felt very uneasy. He was not afraid of the trolls, but he was afraid of Tyrande, for fear of screwing up the matter. Tyrande would definitely not let go.
Over his.
"Dear Ronin." Malfurion asked humbly: "I heard that the trolls have very complicated etiquette. If there are any mistakes, the trolls will be unhappy. They attach great importance to tradition. Please help.
help me."
Ronin looked at Malfurion. There were experts in Dalaran who specialized in studying the Zandalari trolls, and they had verified the complicated etiquette of the palace ten thousand years ago.
"Malfurion, the most important thing for the Trolls is etiquette. Outsiders who want to see their emperor must follow strict procedures. The first procedure is to walk barefoot on red-hot charcoal to show your respect for them.
The respect of the emperor."
"Red-hot charcoal?"
Malfurion thought for a moment and realized that this would not be a difficult task if he used natural magic, and his expression relaxed slightly.
Luo Ning smiled mysteriously: "When you walk through the charcoal, you need to offer your eyes. As a foreigner, it is impolite to look directly at the troll emperor, and then pour molten lead water into your ears.
, because you are not qualified to listen to the voice of the Supreme Emperor."
Malfurion turned pale with fear: "No, no, the price paid is too high."
"This is just the beginning." Luo Ning continued to add: "After you lose your eyes and hearing, someone will lead you in front of you. You can state what you want to say, and then you need to cut off your tongue because of your voice.
It is a sin to pollute the emperor's ears.
"After that, you need to dig out your heart and cut off your own flesh for the emperor and his sacrifices to eat to show your dedication and love for the emperor. When you are eaten by the trolls, you will also
Successfully gained the troll’s friendship.”
"No, no, this is too scary." Malfurion was frightened: "Is there no other way?"
Luo Ning shook his head regretfully: "The trolls are barbaric. The Zandalar Empire relies on its own strength and regards other races as food. Will you demand equality with food? Of course, this is all because the night elves treat them
tolerance.”
Malfurion hesitated for a moment: "In this case, why don't we wait and see first."
Luo Ning couldn't think of any good way, so he had to do this.
The two of them used magic to become invisible. The trolls did not understand magic well enough and could not detect their presence.
They carefully approached the heavily guarded palace. Luo Ning used magic to observe the furnishings in the palace. Malfurion followed him to observe. Sure enough, as Luo Ning stated, various torture instruments had been prepared in the troll's palace.
At this moment, a waiter in the palace shouted: "The envoy of the Temple of the Moon, Leonardo Ax of Violence, is visiting to meet with the great God King?"
"Are there any other messengers?" Luo Ning asked inexplicably.
Malfurion was also confused: "It's impossible. Tyrande only sent me an envoy?"
Not long after, an orc carrying a giant ax appeared at the entrance of the palace.
The orc opened his mouth and smiled ferociously in the direction where Ronin and Malfurion were hiding. (To be continued)