Robbie had long thought that there would be danger in the space between life and death, and he attributed the danger to the dangerous environment of space.
As for Bwonsamdi, Robbie, who possesses the power of the Holy Light, is confident in dealing with him.
The Zandalari Empire ten thousand years from now will not be as glorious as it is now. Bwonsamdi ten thousand years from now will be the leader among the Loa gods, and can be said to be the chief being.
However, in this era, among the hundreds of Loa gods in the Zandalar Empire, his strength was not outstanding.
The sky will collapse and the earth will fall apart, and the continent will fall apart. No matter what the truth is, it is destined to happen.
At least 90% of the creatures on the ground were wiped out. It is estimated that Bwonsamdi harvested countless souls and gained tremendous power during this catastrophe, laying the foundation for his subsequent rise.
The boat was moving slowly, and for some reason, Robbie felt frightened by the "walking death".
Now, the only thing left to do is to get as much information as possible from this ancient creature.
Robbie said with great concern: "I must warn you that the outside world is very dangerous and full of brutal killings. In my opinion, it is not appropriate to go out at this moment. A disaster is about to come to Azeroth."
The ancient creature slowly supported the boat, nodded and said: "You are very honest. Walking Death also said that the end of Azeroth is coming. This is a catastrophe of heaven and earth."
"The final moment?" Robbie heard this familiar word again and quickly asked: "How does walking death evaluate the final moment?"
The ancient creature showed a cautious look and said anxiously:
"It cannot be clouded, cannot be said, cannot be remembered, and cannot be described. All those who experience this moment will be forgotten. Mortals who witness the final moment with their own eyes will be turned into ashes, and their souls will be extinct; slightly more powerful creatures will fall into
The abyss of despair, the body and soul are severely distorted."
Robbie took a breath, this statement coincided with Queen Azshara.
You can't look directly at a god, and you can't remember the actions of a god, so the final moment is related to a certain god.
Robbie suppressed his curiosity and sincerely told the ancient creature about the balance between the Holy Light and the power of the dead.
The ancient creature listened silently, showing surprise. For him, whose body was filled with the aura of the dead, the Holy Light was the most terrifying poison. Over the years, he had tried his best to leave, but he never expected that the real antidote turned out to be poison.
If they hadn't witnessed Robbie demonstrating the power of the Holy Light with their own eyes, the ancient creature would never have believed it.
"There is still time." The ancient creature obviously calmed down: "I know that it is difficult to comprehend the Holy Light. Countless years of loneliness have allowed me to develop strong resilience. I plan to use five thousand years to balance the Holy Light and the
die."
"Five thousand years?" Robbie thought to himself, you are just lazy.
"There's really no rush, I can slowly realize it." The ancient creature showed a lazy expression: "Anyway, there is a lot of time, five thousand years is not enough, there will be eight thousand years. Anyway, I will definitely leave, I swear.
"
"What are your plans after leaving?" Robbie asked.
"Plan?" The ancient creature thought for a while and showed a shy look:
"Of course we are looking for excellent females to reproduce the next generation. Our race can combine with any female creature. The offspring will follow the female's appearance and bloodline. They will only inherit my special talent, the control of the power of death. This is helpless.
Evolution and selection, after all, the world has changed and is no longer suitable for our species to survive."
Thinking about the future, the ancient creatures soon began to have fantastic ideas:
"I don't like the appearance of Bwonsamdi. His tusks are too big. I'm looking for a female without tusks or horns to reproduce. Haha, maybe my descendants will be kings, occupying a large area of land and ruling thousands of people.
People, I have already thought about it. The royal city will be called Shadow City to commemorate the endless years of living alone."
"Why isn't it called the Undercity?" Robbie said casually.
"Undercity?" The ancient creature fell into thinking and said in surprise: "I have to say, this name is much better than City of Shadows. I have decided that the royal city of my descendants will be called Undercity."
Can you have some opinions and don't be swayed easily? Robbie expressed his contempt in his heart.
Undercity? By the way, what is your relationship with Arthas?
Could this ancient creature be Alsace's ancestor?
Robbie scratched his head and thought to himself that there seemed to be a reason why Alsace was born to be able to control the power of death.
"You helped me a lot, I don't like to owe favors." The ancient creature thought for a while:
"I'm telling you about the origin of walking death. Speaking of which, it happened a long time ago. Bwonsamdi took refuge here. He told me that something big happened outside. The army of gods descended from the sky, destroying all living things wherever they went.
The entire continent was burning with raging flames of war, and countless souls entered the realm of death from here. Bwonsamdi did not dare to touch those souls. He told me that these souls were all counted, and no one could be left behind. To be honest, I didn’t quite understand Bwonsam.
What does di mean?"
Robbie thought to himself: I can’t understand it either.
"Then walking death came, and when he came his soul was torn apart." Mentioning this great existence, the ancient creature looked in awe:
"It took him a long time to put the scattered souls together, and he has been here since then. Be careful when you want to see him. Bwonsamdi is the only friend of walking death. Bwonsamdi likes to solve mysteries.
If you answer the question incorrectly, you will be swallowed by walking death."
"What questions did Bwonsamdi ask?" Robbie asked.
The ancient creature replied: "Bwonsamdi would only ask one question, who is the walking death?"
"The Ancient God Y'Shaarj." Robbie replied without thinking.
The army of gods obviously refers to the army of Titans. The devastation of life and the raging flames of war are the destruction of the dark empire controlled by the ancient gods. So the one whose soul was torn into pieces can only be the ancient god Y'Shaarj.
The ancient creature shook its head regretfully: "I don't know the real name of Death, but anyone who answers Y'Shaarj has been devoured. This answer is not correct."
If it's not Y'Shaarj, then who could it be? Robbie thought hard.
Is it a fallen Titan Guardian? Or a powerful being in the void.
Robbie really couldn't figure out who it was, so he decided to think in another direction.
Perhaps, this is a simple trap.
Y'Shaarj can swallow the negative emotions and negative energy of living beings, and he needs the other party to fall into despair.
After all, this is the space where death and life meet, and Asaji, who is left only in the state of his soul, may not have much power left.
Soon, the boat came to a space that seemed to be void, and it was impossible to distinguish up, down, left, and right.
Robbie felt that the space here was not complete and some elements were missing.
"Hey, another guest is here. There are not many creatures that can enter here. Are you here to find me?" A masked troll appeared in front of Robbie's eyes, with a pair of small eyes showing a treacherous light.
"Yes, Bwonsamdi, you should know why I came to you." Robbie said confidently.
"Okay, if you want to find me, please answer the question."
Bwonsamdi stayed under a huge fog. Under the cover of the fog, he could vaguely see a body larger than the mountains. It was boundless and could not be seen at a glance.
"This man named Walking Death came here when the Titan army conquered the Dark Empire of the Ancient God. Guess who he is?" Bwonsamdi asked with a smile. (To be continued)