Vol'jin drew a deep gash in his palm, and blood flowed out, soaking the dust from the corpse in the basin, thus completing the ritual to summon Bwonsamdi.
After doing all this, Vol'jin took a deep breath and earnestly reminded himself:
"You are no longer the Vol'jin you once were. You are Thrall's most trusted strategist, Horde's most outstanding heroes, the leader of the Darkspear Tribe, and a truly great man. Your hands are stained with blood, and that is something to be very proud of."
However, when that hoarse voice rang in his ears, Vol'jin still trembled involuntarily, his heart racing—a tremor etched into his very bones.
"Hi, Vol'jin, long time no see. You look great."
Troll Death God Bwonsamdi, appeared beside Vol'jin, still with his usual nonchalant demeanor. Bwonsamdi leaned forward, his small eyes scrutinizing Vol'jin:
"Oh, oh, what made you overlook old Bwonsamdi? Have you forgotten our deal?"
Vol'jin's face darkened; this was precisely why he dared not face Bwonsamdi. He said nervously, "Bwonsamdi, don't you already have Princess Talanji?"
Bwonsamdi's lips curled into a wicked smile, and he said with a hint of smugness:
"It's a joyful thing to witness a little girl grow up. Talanji is a stubborn little princess, and I love her competitive spirit. She's truly adorable, like a fragile piece of porcelain, but that's no excuse for you to run away from the deal."
Vol'jin feigned distress, adopting a compassionate expression:
"Bwonsamdi, you should understand. Azeroth is facing a serious crisis. I'm constantly working hard to save Azeroth and haven't had time to take care of my personal matters. I'm sorry, I'm still single."
Bwonsamdi suddenly appeared behind Vol'jin, grinning:
"You don't have a spouse, but that doesn't stop you from having children, does it, Vol'jin? Especially with your illustrious status, countless women throw themselves at you, and you don't seem to be good at saying no."
Vol'jin shuddered, his eyes widening in terror.
Bwonsamdi reached out, plucked a hair from Vol'jin, deliberately held it in front of his nose, and exaggeratedly said:
"Let me smell what kind of women you're so captivated by, so irresistible. Darkspear Trolls, Frost Trolls, Forest Trolls, sand Trolls, Gurubashi Trolls, Zandalari Trolls, Orcs, Centaurs, tauren, Goblin- Tauren, Furbolg, and even a Forsaken! How did you manage that? Oh no, I smell a female Mountain Giant! My goodness, you're truly astonishing."
Vol'jin's face flushed, and he was filled with terror. He demanded, "You're spying on me!"
Bwonsamdi chuckled. "Vol'jin, in my eyes you'll always be that child who never grows up. I'm not interested in your colorful private life. Of course, you already have quite a few children. Let me count, is it one hundred and eight, or one hundred and nine?"
Vol'jin looked at Bwonsamdi with a mixture of fear and confusion. Bwonsamdi grinned and said, "It seems you don't even know some of the little ones exist, but that doesn't matter. You sent your favorites away to be raised in several secret places by special caretakers. You fooled Thrall, you fooled all the Orcs, but you couldn't fool old Bwonsamdi's eyes."
Vol'jin slumped into his chair, dejected. Old Bwonsamdi had seen right through him and, with no choice but to ask helplessly, "So, Bwonsamdi, what do you want?"
Bwonsamdi suddenly appeared in front of Vol'jin, looking him straight in the eye, and said with a grin:
"Old Bwonsamdi keeps his word. You only have one daughter. You don't need to know which one it is. When the time comes, I will take her with me. Whether she lives or dies, she will serve me forever."
The children he had sent away flashed before Vol'jin's eyes, and it seemed there wasn't one he couldn't bear to give up. So he said, "Bwonsamdi, what if I were willing to give you one more?"
Bwonsamdi paused for a moment, then understood and smiled:
"You're very generous, Vol'jin. Besides my favorite, there are a few others that are quite lovely. Hopefully, it'll be a good deal. So, what do you need me to do for you, Vol'jin?"
"I want to know the weaknesses of the Animal Loa," Vol'jin said cautiously.
Bwonsamdi fell Anjing for a long while, then asked curiously:
"Vol'jin, this doesn't seem to be your concern. The Animal Loa are indeed a pack of beasts, but their strength is terrifying. There are even a few that old Bwonsamdi wouldn't dare to provoke. Well, who told you they have a weakness? Even among the Loa, only a handful know this secret, and each one keeps it a secret."
Vol'jin dipped his finger in his own blood and drew a symbol in the dust of bones.
Bwonsamdi abandoned his usual playful demeanor, his expression becoming serious and stern.
"Vol'jin, I thought I knew everything about you, but I never imagined you shouldn't have provoked such a being. Oh, I can almost see your untimely death, yet I can't receive your Vitality soul. It's truly disappointing. At least your daughter is quite beautiful."
"Bwonsamdi, sometimes I have no choice but to act in the moment. As for what happens afterward," Vol'jin sighed sadly, and asked, "Do you accept this deal?"
"Certainly."
Bwonsamdi licked his lips and said with a smile:
"The conflict among the Loa is the distribution of souls. The fewer Loa are, the more souls I receive. Because of our tacit understanding and agreement, we cannot harm each other, but the intrigues and schemes never stop. You see, I rarely leave the Underworld."
Bwonsamdi crossed his legs and said seriously, "Like Loa of Kings Rezan of Zandalar, his strong physique is his greatest weapon, but also his greatest weakness."
"The biggest weakness?" Vol'jin asked, showing great interest.
Bwonsamdi said smugly, "Rezan is powerful, but he's too young. He doesn't even know this secret himself. My power is hidden in my soul. Even a great Demons like Archimonde can't separate my power from it. The power of the Animal Loa is hidden in their bodies. As long as their bodies are destroyed and their souls Corruption, they're finished."
"How can one destroy the body of Animal Loa?" Vol'jin felt he was very close to the answer.
Bwonsamdi extended his hand. "In the Zandalari Empire, who are the enemies of the Loa?"
"Blood Trolls," Vol'jin replied immediately.
Bwonsamdi nodded. "G'huun, the God of Blood, holds the secrets of flesh and blood. G'huun's corrupting power can corrupt and decay all Animal Loa."
Vol'jin got his wish and, after paying a negligible price, finally grasped the weakness of the Animal Loa.
While rummaging through his belongings, Vol'jin found a bottle of filthy blood.
This is the essence of the Blood Trolls's power. The Blood Trolls is the common enemy of all Trolls, and to conceal the Blood Trolls's power is a capital offense.
Unfortunately, he couldn't control Vol'jin, and secretly, he was also researching the power of the Blood Trolls.
Gazing at the liquid flowing within the bottle as if it were alive, Vol'jin murmured to himself:
"It might work, it might not, but how will you know if you don't try?"