Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty First: Creating Demon's Soul II
The process of searching for Bwonsamdi was very unsatisfactory. With the cooperation of many Loa gods and Emperor Achilles mobilizing all the people, there was still no clue about Bwonsamdi.
"Achilles, you must find Bwonsamdi, otherwise there will be no place for trolls in the moon god's kingdom." Robbie forced the poor troll emperor and kept putting pressure on him.
"Dear Divine Envoy, please give me some time." Achilles was so anxious that he was about to cry. He was so worried about finding Bwonsamdi that he was so busy that his hair turned a lot of white.
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Bwonsamdi, the god of death, has a low status among the many Loa gods, and Achilles has never even looked at him.
Unexpectedly, this inconspicuous god would receive the attention of the divine envoy.
Robbie knew very well that time was running out, and sooner or later Elune, the moon god, would notice that there was something wrong with the Zandalar Empire.
Finally, under Robbie's constant pressure, an ancient Loa god revealed his guess. He told Robbie anxiously through the priest that when Bwonsamdi encountered danger, he would hide in the world of life and death.
Dead space.
That is the junction between Azeroth and the Realm of Death, a place where living beings are forbidden to enter. Only by mastering the power of the dead can one enter that mysterious space.
The power of the dead?
Robbie possesses thirty-six runes of the dead, which should be the most powerful power of the dead known.
It's just that most runes cannot be used in the world of Azeroth. If you enter the boundary between life and death, these runes should be able to come in handy.
Robbie reported all information obtained by the Zandalari Empire to Queen Azshara.
The Queen's opinion is that the boundary between life and death is too dangerous and it is best not to try it easily.
But Robbie had his own ideas and was already familiar with the use of runes, so he was full of confidence.
Proficient in using the thirty-six runes of the dead, even entering the most mysterious world of death is not a problem.
The boundary between life and death should not be considered a challenge.
When the four dragon clans arrived at the Zandalari Empire, Robbie, who had received the news in advance, quickly removed his orc disguise and transformed into an inconspicuous troll. He disappeared without a trace like a drop of water entering the sea.
Achilles looked at the dragon clan that covered the sky in horror. After being hit one after another in recent days, Achilles realized his insignificance. He was just a troll king, and he had no chance to compete with Azeroth, which was full of powerful people.
No number.
The four dragon kings landed on the ground and turned into the form of the upper elf. Alexstrasza, the red dragon queen, walked at the front. When she saw Achilles coming to greet him, she said politely:
"Are you Achilles? Let that false god come out."
Achilles was too nervous and hadn't figured out the situation yet, so he hurriedly ordered: "Quick, please call the envoy."
The Red Dragon Queen was furious: "What are you asking for? He is a fake messenger of God. Please escort him out to me."
"Fake angel?" Achilles was stunned on the spot.
Soon a guard reported: "I went back to the emperor and searched the entire palace, but no trace of the divine envoy was found."
"It's gone. It seems it's really a fake." Achilles then came back to his senses: "Queen of the Red Dragon, he is a fake angel, he is fake."
"What a stupid troll, as disgusting as your fangs." The Red Dragon Queen was furious:
"Listen, Achilles, you were deceived by the false messenger and drove away the real messenger. The moon god is very dissatisfied with you. You must express your sincerity to the moon god."
"Yes, yes, I am willing." Achilles was overjoyed and thought that he no longer had to look for Bwonsamdi, which relieved him of his worries.
"The Zandalari Empire will send three million troops, which can barely make up for your mistakes." The Red Dragon Queen said calmly: "You will lead the team, Achilles."
"Three million?" Achilles was dumbfounded. He was so happy and surprised that he was caught off guard.
Originally, it was only necessary to send one million troops, but now it suddenly increased to three million. Looking at the dark dragons hovering over the troll palace, Achilles dared not object, so he reluctantly mustered up the courage to say:
"I, I need time to prepare."
A war involving millions of people, even if almost all the Trolls are soldiers, would require more than half a year of mobilization, planning, and most importantly, preparation of food and fodder.
"No, you don't need to," the Red Dragon Queen's attitude was extremely firm and she said in a non-negotiable tone:
"Each soldier only needs to bring seven days' worth of rations. The journey is far away. We, the Dragon Clan, can help and ensure that we can reach Azshara within three days. With the help of Moon Goddess Elune, our war with Queen Azshara will end quickly.
, if you just want to clean up the battlefield, the trolls will have no glory at all.
"Moon God took action himself?"
Achilles was overjoyed. He was a troll after all. Although he looked down on many Loa gods, his trust in the gods was engraved in his bones.
"There are also Loa gods." The Red Dragon Queen specifically emphasized: "All Loa gods must participate in the battle, and no one can be missing, otherwise they will wait to die."
The Zandalari Empire launched a large-scale mobilization. Time was running out and it was difficult to gather three million soldiers. Achilles could only take some secret measures. Women, children, and the elderly also followed suit. Fortunately, the dragon clan did not seem to be able to mobilize.
care.
Azshara is extremely far away from the Zandalari Empire, and the Dragon Clan, with the power to move mountains and seas, has erected dozens of huge portals, standing like mountains in both places.
Looking at this miraculous and terrifying magic, Achilles wondered more than once, in a war of this level, can the Zandalari trolls really play a role?
The Red Dragon Queen's wish was good, but the reality was cruel. Despite the dragon clan's great help, it still took nearly a month for three million trolls to finally reach Azshara.
There was a lack of low-level generals, no complete numbers, no order at all, and it was a mess. Achilles felt a special headache and did not feel that his huge army had much combat effectiveness.
However, when he saw the tauren, dwarves, furbolgs and other tribes who had arrived at Azshara earlier, they were all in chaos and felt much more balanced. This was simply a gathering of a few rabble.
The camps of several major tribes are still some distance away from the magical city of Azshara. Without the three main forces of the Burning Legion, the night elves of Mount Hyjal, and the dragon tribe, these backward races would not dare to challenge Queen Azshara.
Mount Hyjal, the camp of the Burning Legion, the Black Dragons finally arrived.
Many black dragons, led by Neltharion, landed at the Burning Legion's camp.
Archimonde did not like to see other dragons and almost never showed his face, but when Neltharion arrived, Archimonde and Mannoroth watched from a distance.
Looking at the huge body of the Black Dragon, the strong and exquisite obsidian armor, and feeling the abundant mana contained in the body, Archimonde nodded:
"Neltharion is considered a talent, although it is far inferior to Queen Azshara, which is a pity."
"My lord, why is it such a pity?" Mannolos asked in confusion.
Neltharion took the lead in picking off a scale from his body and handed it to the technicians of the Burning Legion. Many black dragons also offered their scales.
Archimonde sneered:
"I have a hunch that sooner or later there will be a battle between us, and the victory will definitely belong to me."
Mannoroth secretly despised him and said in his heart:
"That's what you said before the duel with Queen Azshara, right?" (To be continued)