"No, no, I can't rely on myself." Bwonsamdi gripped his hair tightly, fear in his eyes. "I can't be afraid, I can't be terrified. God, I can't defeat a powerful Divine Language user."
"I received your fear, Bwonsamdi, very delicious." The Walking Death spoke in a strange voice.
"Alright, outsider." Bwonsamdi's expression stiffened as he forced himself to speak:
"You've solved my riddle. Yes, just as you guessed, the Walking Death is Y'Shaarj. Before him, I, like you, must control my emotions."
The entity hidden in the gray mist made no sound, presumably acquiescing.
"Look, look! Y'Shaarj but a pathetic wretch. The Murlocs are subjects of N'Zoth, C'Thun has the Qiraji, Yogg-Saron Faceless Ones Legion, and even Xal'atath can lead the Trolls. Y'Shaarj, where are your subjects? Where are they?"
Bwonsamdi relentlessly mocked, "He was the most powerful Old Gods, he had the chance to defeat the Titans, but he didn't. A fool who kept his promises, and as a result, his own people were wiped out by the Titans."
Robbie remained calmly focused on Bwonsamdi, his gaze devoid of any ulterior motives.
Bwonsamdi chuckled and said, "You don't need to worry about me. Y'Shaarj, one of the Old Gods, is the most serene. He has no emotions; no matter how much you mock or insult him, he won't care."
"Bwonsamdi, I'm listening," the Walking Death said in a Thunder voice.
The Troll Death God Bwonsamdi, ignored him and continued:
"Outsider, you must be eager to know how Y'Shaarj was able to defeat the Titans. It's actually quite simple. If he had absorbed the power of the Azeroth World Soul, none of the Titans would have been a match for him. He could have done that, but he didn't."
The Walking Death spoke calmly, "I am Guardian entrusted by the Void Lords. My duty is to protect the Azeroth World Soul for the Void. Of course, I cannot steal from them; this is the most basic morality."
An interesting saying.
Robbie gave a slight smile; this was an interesting observation.
"Oh, really? Too bad those Titans don't think so." Bwonsamdi's sarcasm deepened.
"Y'Shaarj is certainly no benevolent being. His goal is to cultivate Azeroth into a subordinate of the Void Lords, a dark Titans whose tentacles have penetrated deep into the core of the World Soul. The Highfather Aman'Thul, is tearing his body apart. To avoid harming Azeroth, he deliberately released his tentacles. The Y'Shaarj you see now is not complete; most of his soul essence has been severed by the Titans for a special purpose."
Robbie frowned slightly, as if he understood something. A moment of doubt flashed through his mind, but he quickly dismissed it.
Bwonsamdi was clearly disappointed. "Alright, crippled Y'Shaarj, it's your turn."
The being hidden in the gray mist spoke emotionlessly:
"The Pantheon proclaims itself to Justice, but they are merely the Betrayer to the Void, outsiders. You probably don't know that the Titans were originally Old Gods, Guardians of the World Souls like me."
"Oh, please continue." Robbie listened calmly.
The mysterious being continued, "There are many World Souls in the universe, growing freely. As Bwonsamdi said, we do indeed want to cultivate Azeroth towards darkness, to make it a part of the Void, which may seem Evil to you."
Robbie shook his head and said seriously, "There's no such thing as Justice or Evil, just different perspectives."
"This is the rational attitude," the mysterious being added.
"These World Souls are coveted by all major powers. They are the most precious Wealth in the universe, with unlimited potential for future growth. The Void Lords scatter the seeds of the Old Gods throughout the universe in the form of spores. We grow up in Azeroth, we are children of Azeroth, and our innate instinct is to World Souls and eliminate outsiders."
"But some of us have Mutation, lacking instinct, cruelly devouring the World Soul, thus abandoning the power of the Void, betraying the Void Lords, and forming the so-called Pantheon. The Titans are the Void's the Betrayers. Among our five Old Gods is one Mutation, and that is Xal'atath."
"Within the Pantheon, only Sargeras was a truly hatched World Soul. When the Titans discovered him, he had already successfully hatched, making him the most powerful Titans. Upon learning the truth, he immediately betrayed the Pantheon, founded the Burning Legion, and remained unaffected by our influence. He even considered the Void his enemy."
"Very good story," Robbie clapped his hands in praise.
"What, you don't believe Y'Shaarj?" Bwonsamdi asked curiously. "Y'Shaarj has no emotions, and he never lies."
Robbie shook his head with a smile, looking amused.
"When I was very young, I always thought that those great figures in ancient times who made great achievements and expanded territories were moral exemplars, because Justice always triumphs over Evil. When I grew up, I realized that many of those guys were treacherous and shameless, cruel and vicious tyrants, liars who were full of lies, and executioners who killed without hesitation."
"So I placed my hopes on the gods, thinking they must be perfect. But I gradually came to realize that gods also possess the same vile qualities as mortals: the same pursuit of profit, the same hypocrisy, the same love of singing praises, and the same fabrication of lies to defend themselves. Gods are nothing more than mortals who have become stronger."
Bwonsamdi scratched his head in surprise, looking up at the presence in the gray mist. "Y'Shaarj, have you been lying to me all along? Oh no, perhaps you're not Y'Shaarj at all. You've been deceiving me all along. Whom should I believe?"
Robbie stepped forward and patted Bwonsamdi on the shoulder. "There's no need to doubt, no need to be suspicious, because the truth is neither important to you nor me. I don't care at all whether the Titans are Old Gods Transformation; I just want to know the End Times."
Bwonsamdi stared blankly at Robbie, his expression finally breaking down. He burst into laughter, "Haha, Y'Shaarj, you've failed too! See, he didn't suspect a thing. You couldn't control his emotions. Looks like you're not much better than me."
The mysterious presence in the mist remained Anjing for a long while:
"You remind me of the ancient Black Empire. My subjects were just as rational, just as objective and fair. If they had continued to exist, they would probably have become the masters of this star system long ago. Unfortunately, they were regarded as a dark civilization by the Titans and were all wiped out. Your rationality is correct. Don't believe so-called stories. Anyone can lie, even I, for some inexplicable reason, such as being unwilling to accept my defeat, might lie to defend myself. Bwonsamdi, you can make a deal with him now."
"Outsider, don't be so smug. You're not the only one who passed the trial." Bwonsamdi stroked his fangs.
"Before you, many terrifying beings of reason came seeking answers to our mysteries and successfully passed our test. According to the principle of fair exchange, what can you do for me? I need to weigh the costs of both sides. The truth of the End Time is priceless; what price are you willing to pay in exchange?"
Robbie looked at Bwonsamdi, remained silent for a moment, and then asked, "You don't have a girlfriend yet, do you?"
Bwonsamdi's face turned extremely grim. The being within the gray mist said, "Such an intense smell of despair."
"Shut up, you old bastard who'll never find a partner."
Unable to control his emotions, Bwonsamdi retorted defiantly, "I am the great Troll Reaper, and no woman worthy of me has yet been born."