"So, hurry up and rush in with Golden Fleet, break the damn Helya blockade surrounding Broken Isles, and settle this matter before the Undead Annihilation Suramar Magic Addiction elves!"
The illusion of Bwonsamdi is floating in the white smoke produced by the burning incense burner, waving his hands towards Dark Prophet Zul.
Trolls The God of Death rarely shows such an urgent attitude in front of believers, but this time he stopped pretending, which shows that Bwonsamdi is under a lot of pressure at this time.
The guy said loudly:
"You can't understand what kind of big boss ordered this. I don't know what you think, Zul, but old Bwonsamdi really doesn't want to leave an "incompetent" impression on others.
Although this is a new stage in the creation of my "spiritual social circle", you must understand that this matter is also closely related to you.
I am the god of death for Trolls. After Mueh'zala died, I will be the god of death for Trolls the One. We are tied to the same rope. When I am good, I may not bless you, but if I am unlucky, you will not be able to get any good from me."
Threat!
This God of Death is openly threatening his followers. Damn it, why is this Trolls God of Death so bad?
But Zul said he was calm.
After being a Dark Prophet and Bwonsamdi for so many years, you still don't know what Bwonsamdi is?
At this time, such a threat is the true character of Bwonsamdi. The day this bastard talks to you in a soft voice, it will be a ghost.
However, Dark Prophet was not panicked at all.
Not only did it not panic, it was even in the mood to pour itself a cup of herbal soup to moisten its throat at the urging of Death.
It is already very old and is very good at maintaining its health.
Bwonsamdi was furious with this slow manner of drinking tea and not giving any orders to sail. The God of Death jumped on his feet and scolded him, about to issue the threat "Believe it or not, I will take you away on the spot, you old loser", but then, the expression under Bwonsamdi's pale skull became weird.
Because it is not a stupid god of death who only gets angry at believers.
Bwonsamdi is very cunning, it is almost synonymous with cunning of the race Trolls.
If Bwonsamdi hadn't been too lazy to fight, it wouldn't have been the spider god Shadra's turn to occupy the "conspiracy" priesthood.
Seeing Zul so calm, Trolls's heart murmured. Think carefully, it was already more than half a month ago that Dark Prophet took Golden Fleet to support the elves of Broken Isles.
Even if Helya's Ghost Fleet isolates the archipelago waters, Dark Prophet can mobilize all Loa's strength to help in the battle, it has no way It can't even break through the edge blockade. What's more, this Golden Fleet has been stationed at the edge of the Broken Shore since it hit this sea area, with no intention of sailing forward.
This is not at all a confrontation with the elusive Ghost Fleet, but Zul has no intention of entering Suramar in advance.
It's waiting!
This cunning old Trolls is obviously waiting for something to happen.
Hiss.
Bwonsamdi took a breath of air.
Its illusion in the smoke quieted down, staring at Dark Prophet Zul, and then said:
"Don't tell me this was all part of your plan?"
"Well, during the days when you were missing, the noble Vigilant came to Zandalari once because he had to deal with the threat of Uldir. His visit stained the ancient Dazar'alor city with the glory of Holy Light."
Zul answered the question and said:
"I am not a talented person, but I also had a lot of fun chatting with Vigilant. During the banquet with Golden King, we discussed some very important things that we cannot even talk about to other people.
At that time, I came up with a very wonderful idea.
Maybe it's because my dim old eyes caught a bright afterglow in the uncertain future. In short, Troll Empire's current divisive appearance really doesn't look like the majestic state World's Eldest Child should be.
Golden King and I both realize that our empire cannot continue like this.
But besides sending out troops to conquer those ambitious bastard clans, maybe we have another way to unite all Trolls.
I think we should carefully select the successor of Golden King. What I mean is that there should be a noble being sitting on top of Golden Throne who can make all Trolls, elves and even all mortals have to bow down willingly."
Zul put down the tea cup.
The old and blind Trolls prophet stopped and laughed at Bwonsamdi who was completely silent and seemed to have guessed the truth. He waved his hands and said:
"So, as Trolls God of Death, do you want to add the priesthood of "Elven God of Death" to yourself? Powerful and cunning Bwonsamdi, are you ready to serve the empire Empress Azshara like us?"
"Blank!"
This is the answer given by Bwonsamdi after being silent for more than ten seconds.
Trolls The God of Death is really convinced by these random and whimsical mortals. Look at all the outrageous plans you are coming up with!
Let Azshara succeed Zandalar Empire's Empress?
Why don't you step on the horse and let Vigilant be the leader of all Loa in the Zandalar Empire? Isn't Rezan also the tyrannosaurus of the sun? It has no ability to lead Loa? It's not even a Lesser God. This kind of honor should be given by
Ah.
Bwonsamdi wants to complain like crazy, and the God of Death feels like his brain is about to explode. However, there is always a "little devil" in his heart tempting him, making him unable to help but think along the lines of Zul's thoughts.
"It can't be done."
Bwonsamdi no longer dances.
It fell from the white voodoo smoke and walked around Zul. Finally, like the god of death, it stretched out its hand and lay on Zul's shoulder, blowing the chill of death on it.
Bwonsamdi said:
"Azshara has her own pride. If you see her "arrogant" Sinstone with your own eyes, you will realize that you are planning some ambitions that are simply impossible to achieve. She would rather give herself a knife in the neck than allow herself to become Trolls.
You think well!
But I want to tell you, how could those ridiculous Magic Plague used by Undead possibly affect a life like Azshara, who was already Lesser God before going on the Shadowlands expedition.
What's more, Shadow Well can block time, but Magic Plague can't penetrate it at all."
"We don't need Magic Plague to infect the noble Queen Azshara at all. My dear God of Death Bwonsamdi, it seems that after you have the power, you are too lazy to use your brain to think about the problem."
Zul laughed and said with emotion:
"This power is indeed harmful to wisdom. We should be cautious about all powers. Why should we personally intervene in this vicious affair? Are we going to grab the Magic Plague jar with our own hands and smash it into the place where Azshara sleeps?
That's not an invitation, my god of death, that's a provocation.
However, if the news we have received from various sources is true, if our arrogant Empress really learned the lesson from the tragedy ten thousand years ago, and if she still wants to rebuild her empire, then we do not even need to intervene, we only need to protect Empress's subjects who are about to become Trolls.
God of Death, no matter how great an empire is, it is only supported by loyal subjects.
If Empress saw her last loyal subjects transformed into the form of Trolls at the moment she woke up, then tell me, would she personally kill all the subjects of Trolls who knelt down and begged her for help and led her?
Or will you choose to accept them after painful self-persuasion?
Suramar!
It was the last territory in the world that still recognized the Elf Empire. The only thing that remained unchanged for the Nightborne in that city during these ten thousand years was their loyalty to Azshara.
So, here comes the problem."
Trolls The prophet picked up the tea cup and said slowly:
"If you were Azshara, what would you choose? If Queen Azshara accepted the allegiance of the Dark Trolls of Suramar, then why couldn't she accept the allegiance and following of the more noble and powerful Zandalari Troll?
If our Majesty Empress needs a kingdom to rule for herself, then if we send Zandalar Empire to her hands, will she refuse?
The most important thing is
Have you forgotten?
Queen Azshara is the leader of Dark Troll.
She has completely experienced the whole process of "Blessing of the Moon". No matter how unwilling she is to admit it, she will definitely still remember her life as a dark little Trolls running happily in the Ancient Kalimdor forest.
It's just one more time.
Hahaha, yes, for a strong woman like Azshara, rather than having nothing, she would rather lead Trolls to evolve again.
The best thing is that thanks to the gift of World Mother, we already have the "source of evolution" named Azerite in our hands!
Do you now know why I am waiting here? Bwonsamdi.
I didn't move because there was no need to move. I was waiting for that idiot Gul'dan to make a mistake. As expected, all scumbags will choose to abandon morality when faced with pressure, but scumbags cannot understand that "morality" is actually a talisman to protect ordinary people compared to protecting ordinary people.
This is the most magnificent prophecy I have ever made. Death, even you will be a part of this prophecy, and I am sure that you will be willing to participate in it and do your best to help me realize this prophecy.
One day."
Zul drank the herbal soup in the tea cup. It raised the empty bowl to Bwonsamdi as if making a toast and said:
"You must also willingly surrender to your Empress! Just like us."
Bwonsamdi fell silent.
For the first time, it was unable to refute the words of this mortal man. But soon, the cunning god of death grasped the core information in Zul's words.
It says:
"You just said that you told Diakum about this idea? Did Vigilant agree?"
"He did not agree."
Zul shrugged and said:
"But he didn't object.
The noble one who shines on all living beings like the sun told us that this is an internal matter between Trolls and the elves, and he will not intervene.
This is his most outstanding and Gleam merit, which deserves praise from all of us.
Compared to his own power, Vigilant chooses to believe in the efforts and choices of mortals. He is not a god who likes to meddle in other people's business, and he never intends to interfere in the destiny that is about to be woven."
Bwonsamdi stopped talking completely.
It finally understood the reason why in the Other Side, Diakum jokingly warned it that it had better get rid of its bad habit of telling elf jokes.
Ah, these Riddler are so annoying.
But Diakum did not tell all this to Azshara who was traveling with him.
Hiss, this is terrible, so, Vigilant is actually happy to see things develop like this?
Will Azshara become Empress of the Zandalar Empire, and as the most beloved "Daughter of the World", lead the "World's Eldest Child" to transform into Azeroth's most powerful unbreakable wall and supreme spear?
Hiss, it sounds so exciting!
Then, Bwonsamdi also smiled.
It smiled so arrogantly and domineeringly, as if it had seen the days when it would dominate Azeroth.
Yes, the court of Empress is recruiting strange people from all walks of life. Although I am not talented, I am somewhat capable, so why can't I join the court of Azshara and find a position?
"Very good!"
Bwonsamdi levitated and said to Zul:
"Just do it and leave the rest to retribution.
You know, even if Azshara sits on top of Vantage Point according to your plan, it will be difficult to save your life.
She is a woman, an arrogant person, and a Empress who has made mistakes.
This means that her mind cannot be so big.
The day Azshara becomes Empress is the day you bid farewell to Mortal realm. You must do this to make her not remember your people."
"Yes, I have been prepared for it. You see, I am already very old."
Zul spread his hands and sighed:
"Now I have to get up two or three times every night to sleep. I don't have that much life left, but as a prophet, I can see with my own eyes the fulfillment of the greatest prophecy in my life. I will die without regrets."
"Less shame" prophecy "the word!"
Bwonsamdi sarcastically said:
"Why do you, a prophet, go out to "find material" by yourself?"
"Oh, only a third-rate prophet would choose to act according to fate, Your Excellency."
Zul said rather forcefully:
"Super prophets like us all set our own prophecies and then use our own hands to realize them. What's the point of spying on destiny? Weaving destiny with our own hands is our pursuit.
A selfish god of death like you won't understand.
But please leave me a comfortable retirement position in your Underworld Palace. I heard that you are going to become Lesser God. I am very happy. Do you need to be a god?
What do you think of me?"
"Helya! Get out of the way."
Just as Golden Fleet of Trolls officially set off, wearing the death blessing descended by Bwonsamdi, in the name of "humanitarian relief", and approaching the breakthrough of Suramar City, outside the sea of Stormheim, a whole group of Stormforged was ready to go.
Odin personally leads the team.
The former King of War is now wearing a low-key cloak, holding a Thunder spear named "Gungnir", and roared at the gray sea fog in front of him:
"As the god of death of Vrykul, you actually stooped so low as to allow Lich King's army to massacre on the land of Stormheim! You have truly desecrated your duty.
Sad guy!
Show up, or get lost!"
"What if I don't?"
With the eruption of gray sea fog, the black turbidity eroding the sea water, and the roar and lamentation of thousands of dead souls, Helya, who was once Titan Keepers but has now become the god of death, finally appeared.
She floated up from her Nether Abyss, letting the ferocious tentacles of the Dead Sea stir the tide.
In the filthy swamp, the elite dead souls belonging to Helya also appeared on the sea surface in those pale and ominous skeleton fleets.
They stand in the ocean tide, with their drowned ghost-like appearance dotted with kelp, water plants and barnacles, staring at the shining golden heroes under Odin's command with ruthless eyes.
Under their protection, Helya, the god of death that Vrykul was afraid of, spread her unique black wings, and with the decoration of broken ships on her shoulders, she used her ferocious face blessed by death, and in the gloom of the sea and sky, she made an indifferent sneer at Odin in front of her.
"Look, the noble King of War is finally willing to leave the golden Skyhold. Why don't you control Valarjar and project Invincible's Thunder to me?
Oh, I forgot.
Your fortress has crashed, as if your miserable dignity has been torn to pieces by the mortal who transformed into the sun.
He doesn't even bother to fight you personally. This awakened world only needs to send its own dragon pet to severely suppress this arrogant idiot like you.
It's unimaginable that I would have called a coward like you "father" and that I would have worshiped a weak thug like you.
But that's okay."
Helya waved her claws, letting the filthy bloody storm erupt on the Stormheim sea. In the pale Thunder Gleam, she shouted:
"Death will eventually Overmind all the stars, and I am your god of death! All sins must be paid for, Odin, come on, wave your weapon, and follow me into the Gorgea Soul-Gathering River.
I will take you to the Maw
That is the hell where a pathetic soul like you should go!"