When Robbie suggested continuing the trade, Bwonsamdi once again showed signs of anticipation.
"Alright, now you should tell me the bride's name," Bwonsamdi asked, licking his lips with interest.
Robbie shook his head. "You still haven't told me the true origins of the Elune."
Bwonsamdi glanced at the Walking Death, and the being hidden in the mist whispered:
"We've made ourselves clear enough. Elune, is actually Xal'atath, the fifth Old Gods. We banished her to Draenor World, thinking she would never be able to cause trouble again. Unexpectedly, she enslaved the local Orcs, Ogres, Arakkoa, and others, and unearthed the ruins left by the Titans."
Bwonsamdi took a deep breath and continued, "After the war between the Titans and the War of the Old Gods, I went to Draenor to investigate. You see, a Troll wields the Power of Death and Mastery some transformation techniques is doing quite well in Draenor. I even took in a servant named Anzu and taught him some methods of immortality."
Robbie remained skeptical. How much of what Bwonsamdi said, especially about the unverifiable ancient times, was believable was unknown, and he couldn't really praise Bonsandi's character.
Bwonsamdi said, as if taking credit:
"Through detailed investigation, I learned that the Old Gods Xal'atath obtained a communicator from the Pantheon in the Titans Ruins, enabling him to communicate directly with a certain Titans within the Pantheon. Based on the descriptions of that Titans by the Arakkoa and Orcs, the most likely candidate is the Highfather Aman'Thul. After thirteen hundred years of communication, the Old Gods Xal'atath and the Highfather Aman'Thul, fell in love."
"What?"
Robbie was taken aback when he heard this.
A love affair that transcends race and faction; Old Gods feminized, falling in love with the Titans, the highest-ranking figure in the Pantheon —could there be anything more absurd?
"What evidence do you have?" Robbie asked.
"There is plenty of evidence." Bwonsamdi said with a mocking tone, ridiculing the Titans Father's absurdity. "Xal'atath originally wanted to choose subjects from among the Ogres and Orcs, but because of the Arakkoa's cleverness and intelligence, he ultimately chose the Arakkoa. With Xal'atath's help, the Arakkoa established the powerful Apexis Civilization, which almost wiped out the Orcs and Ogres."
"The Apexis Civilization used crystals as its energy source, capable of guiding and controlling the sun's energy, which was incompatible with the Black Empire of the Old Gods —clearly a characteristic of the Titans civilization. Unfortunately, after Xal'atath left Draenor, this civilization gradually declined due to the loss of its heritage. When I entered Draenor to investigate, it was precisely during the middle of the Apexis Civilization's decline. I visited the magnificent Apexis Hall, which was entirely built in the Titans style."
Bwonsamdi's eyes lit up with a broad smile, "In the ruined Apexis Hall, I discovered the gods worshipped by the Arakkoa. Among them are two statues. One is the Highfather Aman'Thul, Arakkoa call the Sun God and claim to control the power of time. The other statue is broken, but judging from the broken tentacles, it must be Xal'atath."
"In the Mythic of the Apexis Civilization, the sun god, who ruled over light and time, fell in love with the goddess of darkness. They created the sky and the earth, and their love gave birth to the ancestors of all beings in Draenor World. However, an Evil witch cursed them, separating them in the realms of the living and the dead, never to meet again. The witch's name, hehe, is none other than Aman'Thul's consort, the Guardian of life, Eonar."
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a melodramatic story of a mistress eager to take over. Hearing this, Robbie didn't know what to say.
Walking Death in the Mist adds:
"Having been tainted by the vices of mortals, the Titans of the Pantheon had long since fallen. The Highfather Aman'Thul, helped Xal'atath return to Azeroth, corrupting the moon. To allow Xal'atath to become Titans and rightfully reside with him, Aman'Thul gathered the power of the Pantheon and launched the War of the Ancients against the Azeroth Continent. At that time, my tentacles had already penetrated to the very heart of Azeroth. Did Aman'Thul not know the consequences?"
"How could Titans so high and mighty lack even this much wisdom? He did it on purpose. He wanted to use me to destroy the core of Azeroth, and then Xal'atath would devour the power of Azeroth and become a new Titans. I deliberately loosened my grip on the tentacles, which prevented his plot from succeeding. In addition, the other Titans discovered something, and Aman'Thul dared not reveal too much, but he still dragged me into outer space, tore my body and soul apart next to the moon, and fed them to the Old Gods Xal'atath. That's why she possesses some of my abilities."
"During my interactions with Aman'Thul, I sensed his corrupt and dark heart and saw through all his ambitions. Unfortunately, no one would believe an Old Gods with a notorious reputation. Later, on Aman'Thul's advice, the Pantheon built Starry Sky Defense system in Azeroth, not to defend against outsiders, but to protect Xal'atath on the moon, since I and three of my companions were still alive."
"But that's not all," Bwonsamdi added again.
"Y'Shaarj has found some evidence: in the ruins of many Titans on various planets, he discovered communicators connected to the Pantheon. They are all intact and could be used even by non- Titans."
The Walking Death sighed and said, "We have reason to believe that Sargeras deliberately left the communicator behind. He prepared to deal with the Pantheon long ago, primarily targeting the Highfather Aman'Thul. Once Aman'Thul was tainted by the malice of mortals, he was no longer a complete and flawless Deity, but merely a powerful mortal."
It was an intricate conspiracy. Robbie easily concluded that Sargeras had discovered the Pantheon's corruption and had therefore begun planning everything long ago, so that Aman'Thul would reap what he sowed and be defeated by his own corruption.
But how could the Highfather Aman'Thul fall in love with an Old Gods?
Robbie simply couldn't believe such an absurd thing.
"Alright, I should talk about your bride now," Robbie said to Bwonsamdi.
"Your bride is a princess whose father is the king of the Zandalari Empire ten thousand years in the future, a self-proclaimed God-King Rastakhan. After hundreds of years of trials and tribulations, this king, in his deepest despair, desperately needs the help of Loa. This is your chance, Bwonsamdi."
"Bwonsamdi likes to make deals, and I'll make him trade his soul for mine," Bwonsamdi said cunningly.
"That's not enough, Bwonsamdi." Robbie shook his head. "You must make him exchange his descendants for you, generation after generation. You must understand, a king will not relinquish power, even if it means becoming Servant of the gods."
Bwonsamdi nodded. "Brilliant strategy, Bwonsamdi has learned a lot."
"Also, remember this: a King who wields immense power doesn't easily succumb to despair," Robbie cautioned. "There must be a conspiracy orchestrated by some dark force behind this."
"What a brilliant plan!" Bwonsamdi clapped his hands in admiration. "I'll orchestrate everything in secret, plunging the old King into despair, and then appear as the savior. Oh, a flawless plan!"
Robbie looked at Bwonsamdi pitifully. "I must remind you, you are not the real mastermind behind this plan. The truth is far more terrifying than you imagine, and could cost you your life at any moment."