Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty Five: Walking Death
This is a forest covered by gray mist, and gray is the only color here.
After losing the help of Emperor Achilles, Robbie could only search for Bwonsamdi alone. Fortunately, the messages left by several ancient Loa gods were relatively reliable, allowing Robbie to find clues at the junction of life and death.
The clues provided by the Loa mentioned that the entrance to the space between life and death is within this forest.
Under the faint breath of death, time seemed to slow down.
As Robbie walked in the forest, he could occasionally see the mummies of animals, or animals that strayed into this place decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years ago and turned into wooden sculptures because they were contaminated with the aura of death.
Robbie was in no hurry to find the entrance, he needed to get familiar with the environment here.
The faint aura of the dead shrouded and killed all the creatures here. Probably under the influence of some kind of magic or magnetic field, the aura of the dead was only limited to this place and did not spread.
Robbie carefully used the runes of the dead, feeling the breath of death here.
Runes of the Dead only bring death, as do the withered trees and carved wooden animals here.
Fortunately, Robbie still possesses the breath of holy light, and the holy light brings hope of life.
Robbie carefully balanced the two forces within his body.
The rune of the dead is a kind of acceptance, drainage, and adaptation to the environment.
The Holy Light provides itself with the environment in which life operates.
Coupled with the magic from the Well of Eternity, it can provide Robbie with a steady stream of food and daily necessities.
After a period of adaptation, Robbie finally reached a balance between life and death in his body.
In a special environment filled with a faint smell of death, Robbie tried to use the rune of the dead.
Thirty-six runes of the dead, some of which can only be used in the world of the dead.
Robbie used every rune carefully, understanding their usefulness to ensure that he would have enough strength in a world filled with the aura of the dead.
After being active in the forest for about seven days, Robbie felt that he was ready.
Unfortunately, after walking through the entire forest, I still didn't find the entrance.
Robbie carefully looked at the map he had drawn for seven days, and now there was only one place left unexplored.
It's a cave that leads to a dark underground river.
Entering the dark cave, Robbie walked all the way to the end of the deep underground.
The cold river water was flowing slowly. Robbie reached into the river and used the Eye of C'Thun.
The underground river was pitch black, with a few creatures covered in rocks surviving. They were huge, slow-moving, had lost their eyesight, and were basically not in danger.
Not far downstream, the underground river poured violently into a cave deep underground. It was a straight cave like a deep well, with a cave at the bottom of the cave.
At the bottom of the cave is a gray cave full of stalactites. I don't know how big it is.
A gray-white river flows slowly.
The gray-white river water is filled with a strong smell of death. Robbie is certain that this river must lead to the space where life and death meet.
Robbie used the holy light to construct a spherical space for himself. The ball of holy light sank into the river, floated downstream along the cold river water, and plunged directly into the deep well-like cave.
In the cave full of stalactites, a little holy light appeared on Robbie's fingertips, illuminating himself.
Yes, there are messy footprints here. Judging from the shape, they should be those of a troll.
The troll god of death, Bwonsamdi, probably didn't expect anyone to find this place, so he didn't clean up the traces he left behind.
Robbie walked along the cave and saw a lot of graffiti on the walls, as well as some ancient mottled murals.
Who left the murals here?
The breath of death circulates here, and the corrosion rate of the murals is extremely slow.
Even so, many murals are still unclear.
Robbie guessed that before the ancient times, there were many people in Azeroth who had the power of death.
In a relatively clear mural, Robbie saw this content.
A creature that walks upright, looks like a troll, and a bit like a Qiraji.
One of the individuals died, and others carried his body and placed it on the altar.
The priests in colorful costumes raised their hands and prayed to heaven.
As the priest prayed, a transparent soul ran from a distance and entered the corpse.
The dead miraculously came back to life.
Could this be soul resurrection? Countless ancient years ago, there was such a powerful death magic in this world.
Soon, Robbie saw the gray-white river.
Robbie walked down the river, and not far away, he noticed a moving shadow in front of him.
It was a small gray-white wooden boat, floating quietly in the river, with a bowing shadow on it.
There are actually living things here.
The shadow stood up. His body was as long as a dry bone. Robbie recognized that this was the ancient creature on the mural. Robbie looked at him quietly. The ancient creature rowed towards Robbie.
"Who are you? This is not a place where living people should come. Go back quickly?" The ancient creature made a voice, which was the language of the troll.
"I'm here to find someone."
A rune of the dead appeared on Robbie's fingertips.
The ancient creature quickly crawled on the boat and said respectfully: "It turns out to be the priest. I apologize for my rudeness."
"You said I'm a priest?" Robbie asked strangely.
The creature raised its head and looked at Robbie carefully:
"You are not from my tribe, but the Mingyu in your hand is real."
"You call this the whisper of the underworld?" Robbie showed him the rune of the dead in his hand.
"Yes, there are thirty-six lines in the underworld." The creature explained fearfully: "There are also thirty-six lines of divine words corresponding to it."
Thirty-six divine words, are they thirty-six holy light runes?
"Can you tell me your name?" Robbie asked.
"I can't remember who I am. I was here endless years ago. There is no place for me in the world of life. I can only live forever by relying on the breath of death here.
"The world was not like this before. At that time, the world had life and death. There was a perfect balance between life and death. Now only life is left, and death has become eternal."
An ancient creature that had lived for who knows how many years, Robbie sighed: "I'm looking for someone, a troll."
The ancient creature stretched out its bony arms, pointed at its mouth and said:
"Are you talking about the ugly guy with two fangs? Endless years ago, there were many people gathering here, but then there were fewer and fewer people. The Bwonsamdi you are talking about is the last one."
The ancient creature pointed to his wooden boat: "I can take you to find him. I'll help you, and you have to help me. How can you help me?"
Is an equivalent exchange required?
Robbie pondered for a long time: "Bwonsamdi has the ability to die, and the aura of death is strong. He can enter the world of the living, why can't you?"
The ancient creature replied: "Because Bwonsamdi sold himself to a powerful being in exchange for the necessary knowledge."
Robbie nodded: "If you want to leave here, maybe I can give you some advice."
"A fair deal, I'll take you to Bwonsamdi."
Robbie boarded the wooden boat, and the ancient creatures began to punt the boat into a gray mist.
"I must warn you, Bwonsamdi is with a big guy."
"Big guy, how big is it?" Robbie asked.
The ancient creature whispered: "Wherever he goes, there is a realm of death. I call him walking death." (To be continued)