All Sins Must Be Repaid, Only the Time Has Not Yet Come

"So hurry up and lead the Golden Fleet in! Break that damned Helya's blockade around the Broken Isles, and settle this before the undead wipe out Suramar's magic-addicted elves!"

Bwonsamdi's apparition floated amid the white smoke rising from the burning incense burner, waving both hands at the Dark Prophet Zul.

The troll death god rarely displayed such urgency before his followers, but this time, he had dropped the act. It was clear that Bwonsamdi was under considerable pressure as well.

The fellow shouted, "You have no idea what kind of big shot gave this order! I don't know what you think, Zul, but old Bwonsamdi really doesn't want to leave them with the impression that I'm 'incompetent.'

"Though this marks a new stage in building my 'divine social circle,' you need to understand that this concerns all of you too.

"I'm the troll death god. After Mueh'zala kicked the bucket, I became the trolls' only death god. We're tied to the same rope now. When things go well for me, I might not necessarily bless you, but if I'm in trouble, don't expect to get away unscathed either."

A threat!

This death god was openly threatening his own follower. Damn, why was this troll death god so awful?

But Zul remained composed.

After serving as the Dark Prophet for so many years, how could he not know what sort of creature Bwonsamdi was?

This kind of threat was Bwonsamdi's true nature. The day that bastard spoke to you gently and kindly would be the day hell froze over.

Yet the Dark Prophet was not worried in the slightest.

Not only was he untroubled, he even had the leisure to pour himself a cup of herbal tea to moisten his throat under the death god's urging.

He was already very old