Chapter 329 21. Bwonsamdi. The Death God of the Trolls

The air battle on the Burning Plain lasted until midnight, and the Screamer Legion lost almost a quarter of the arakkoa. In exchange, two-thirds of the Black Dragon Legion following Nefarian died on the spot.

Except for those old black dragons who live in seclusion in every corner of the world, the new generation of the black dragon army, which is already withering day by day, has reached the brink of genocide.

The Black Dragon Legion has been spurned, hostile, and hunted down by its compatriots in the past 10,000 years. The crazy Deathwing didn't care about the development and growth of the Black Dragon Legion at all. In the world of Bronze Dragon Legion that Tyrion has come into contact with, the number of adult giant dragons is around 1000. If young dragons are added, it can easily exceed 3000, which is almost three times the number of existing black dragons.

After nightfall, at the position of the Burning Plains, under the order of the King of Dark Blades, a partial division was sent to Red Ridge Mountain for preliminary investigation, while the large army was resting, to be precise, changing their outfits.

The knights replaced the weapons and armors that were continuously sent out from the Darkforge City. These armors and weapons made by the black iron blacksmiths were very sophisticated. Of course, the necromancer runes on the weapons needed to be re-engraved by the knights themselves.

The armor brought from Draenor was distributed to the elite group of undead infantry, which improved the defense and attack power of the lowest-level combat units of the Dark Blade Knights.

At this time, in Darkforge City, in the secret magic hall that originally belonged to Emperor Thaurissan, the corpses of those captured black dragons were being demonized by the Dark Warlocks under the command of the Grand Lich. Making bone dragons or undead dragons was a cumbersome task. The process, especially making hundreds of heads at one time, will take a lot of Tyrion's precious time.

But once the bone dragon joins the Dark Blade's combat unit, the strength of the Screamer Legion will increase again, so Tyrion is willing to spend time waiting. Anyway, now, the eyes of the Stormwind Kingdom are still attracted by the intensifying rebellion in the western wilderness. Twilight The recruitment of legions in the Forest Necropolis was also proceeding in an orderly manner. By the time the young king noticed the deadly sword coming from behind, it was already a hopeless situation.

In this calmer night than ever before, on the top of Black Rock Mountain, the death lords are still carrying out the final cleanup work. Some death knights have discovered the hiding place of the last orcs who resisted. The weird crypt is full of black dragon magic and engineering defense robots, as well as a strangely growing lava worm.

Dangerous enemies are hidden in the not-so-big underground palace. Tyrion originally planned to clean up the things left by Nefarian himself, but he was attracted by another thing, so the task of cleaning up the underground palace , and handed it over to the death lords who had fully warmed up. It is said that Glokush’s two sons were also hiding in the palace, so Glokush was responsible for this cleanup operation. In this kind of matter, Tyrion actually I don't mind pushing the boat along the way.

Just like what Saurfang said, Tyrion is a very sensitive person, he knows how to unite the trusted subordinates around him.

At the same time that the death lord led the elite knights into the blackwing blood ring, in the ruins of the broken Blackstone Tower, Tyrion was standing in the center of the ruins, frowning, looking at the corpse in front of him.

These are the corpses of Burningthorn trolls piled up by knights. They should have been sent to dark warlocks to be conscripted as necromancer foot soldiers, but the warlocks reported that the souls of these trolls could not be like other races. Called back by spiritism like that, it's like something weird is holding back their souls.

This news quickly caught Tyrion's attention, and his intuition told him that this incident should have something to do with the "God of Death" believed in by the troll tradition.

When he entered this world 300 years ago, Tyrion knew the existence of Hell Abyss. Hela is a cruel and cunning lunatic, powerful, and has irreconcilable filth with Odin, the leader of the Titan Guardians.

That is a level that Tyrion has not yet been able to touch, so the King of Dark Blade is not in a hurry to explore the secrets of the abyss of Hell, but it is said that when Hela rebelled, the "soul connection" created by the chief manager Odin himself Introducer", not all of the angelic creatures called Val'kyr rebelled with her, and some scattered to various parts of the world to continue to fulfill their mission.

Only those lucky ones can see these kind-hearted Val'kyr in the form of souls after death, and there are still some who saw the Val'kyr who came to fetch the soul when they were dying, but they were finally killed. The guys who were rescued began to spread the legend about angels. Over time, many civilized races, including dwarves and dwarves, began to believe in this legend, and they called those kind Val'kyr...soul healers.

Tyrion had secretly searched for these Val'kyr. The soul-capturing and healing instinct of the Val'kyr living in the Shadow Realm was a fatal temptation for the Dark Blade Legion, but the search for the Dark Blade King has always been fruitless.

Although these Val'kyr scattered all over the world are kind, it does not mean that they are weak or stupid. They must have discovered the existence of Tyrion and the actions of Tyrion looking for them, but For some reason, they didn't want to show up.

"I can't find the Val'kyr, but maybe I can find you..."

Tyrion squatted down, and put his finger on the corpse of the leader of the Burning Thorn troll in front of him. This is a female troll. She was wearing a cumbersome and strange battle suit, which looked like a costume full of barbaric atmosphere. It looks like a spellcaster, but instead of using a staff or magic blade, he holds a strange voodoo war bow, and the quiver is also filled with special bone arrows.

This guy was painted all over his face, and he looked extremely powerful. She could use the ability of shadows, and she was elusive. At least 5 lower-level knights died in her hands. In the end, 3 high-level knights surrounded him with their own hands. Killed her.

"Shadow hunter... Loa's close squire."

Tyrion closed his eyes, just like touching Yrel's soul in the Dark Temple. His huge and cold soul was looking for the remaining soul fragments in the corpse in front of him by touching, so as to find these giants. Where does the soul of the devil go.

And in the vision of pure soul, Tyrion saw the strange cracks shining above the bodies of these trolls, like a shadow door, leading to a distant and unknown place.

The Dark Blade King looked at the crack, he pursed his lips, and after a while, he called out in his heart:

"Khadgar, come to me."

A moment later, the figure of the Arch Lich came out from the shattered teleportation light. He looked at Tyrion and said calmly:

"You interrupted my process of making the bone dragon, and you must compensate me for my pleasure, my lord."

"Forget about the bone dragon, that thing is meaningless."

Tyrion squatted beside the corpse of the troll shadow hunter in front of him, and beckoned to Khadgar:

"Come here, I invite you to go to an interesting place to explore together...Of course, this is a bit dangerous, I need you to arrange a passage in advance so that we can return in a critical moment."

"Um?"

The Grand Lich raised his brows, and he stepped forward. Under Tyrion's gesture, he used the vision of his soul to observe the crack floating above the troll's corpse. A few seconds later, the Grand Lich's voice became full of interest.

"I saw it in Medivh's diary. He said that there are three living hells hidden in this world... If I guessed correctly, you have found the entrance to one of them?"

"Reaper of trolls, a loa, I guess, his name is Bwonsamdi."

Tyrion smiled silently: "You know what? I've always wanted to build our own hell...Maybe we can learn some valuable knowledge from this place in front of us."

"I take back what I said before, this is indeed much more interesting than making bone dragons."

Khadgar stood up, took out a few perfect soul crystals, and placed them behind him:

"Wait for a few minutes, I will make a soul recalling circle."

A few minutes later, Tyrion and Khadgar, who were in the soul state, looked at each other. The two reached out their hands together and touched the dim soul rift. The next moment, the scenery around the two changed suddenly, and their souls As if being infinitely elongated, there is a feeling of passing through the portal of darkness. At the moment when the dizziness of the soul stopped slightly, the Dark Blade King raised his head and saw a dilapidated palace full of troll style. Shrouded in an inaudible mist.

Above the mist, a queue of troll souls was walking in the sky. Those souls were extremely dazed. They moved forward mechanically, and finally returned to the darkness of the palace that was about to collapse.

"Look at these runes. I've never seen them before, and they haven't even been described in Medivh's diary. The civilization inheritance of these ancient trolls is always shocking."

The Grand Lich bent down and carefully observed the inscriptions carved on the dilapidated palace, while Tyrion focused on the weathered sculpture in the center of the palace.

It looks like a voodoo festival, and the sculpture is a weird troll with a bone mask, and he can always feel that he is smiling, and there is a hint of cynical irony in that smile.

"Have you seen enough? Outsiders?"

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the two souls, Khadgar clenched his fingers subconsciously, a floating shadow floated in his palm, and Tyrion raised his head, and saw the masked The troll Loa is holding his arms, floating in the low air, tilting his head, and looking at them with a curious look.

"Few souls dare to take the initiative to enter the Hades, let alone the souls of elves and humans."

The troll's god of death hovered beside the two of them, and every time he moved, there would be an afterimage behind him. He said playfully:

"Your souls are not in old Bwonsamdi's charge, so either get out now, or leave something behind so that old Bwonsamdy would waste his time 'chatting' with you."

"oh."

Tyrion responded dryly. He looked at the troll Loa who was wearing a skull mask and a strange pendant on his shoulders. How can I say this guy's strange appearance... always makes the dark The King of Blades reminds of those ruffians in another world who like heavy metal music.

"What would it take for me to have a feeble loa as my friend?"

"Weak? How dare you call old Bwonsamdi weak?"

The Troll Reaper seemed enraged, his body floated backwards, and at his silent call, the spirits of some robust trolls armed with golden weapons surrounded Tyrion and Khadgar, In the mist behind, some huge soul structures holding ghost sickles slowly appeared.

"I am as old as your world. I have witnessed with my own eyes that your ancestors gathered here and built meaningless cities. They are like bugs crawling on the ground, trying their best to make their own war weapons and launch endless battles. Conquest... just for a little leftovers..."

"Hey, your individuals don't have their own thoughts, and the leaders lose their glory... groping their way in the dark, but they don't know that the reins that lead them forward are already in the hands of ambitious people... Your lives, Always live in such a humble attitude."

With the sound of Bwonsamdi's voice, the surrounding sea of ​​souls became larger and larger, but Tyrion and Khadgar, who were surrounded, did not show any expressions of fear. Grand Lich said:

"This passage is very interesting. Write it down, Khadgar. It may come in handy when we frighten the living in the future."

Tyrion turned his head and looked meaningfully at Bwonsamdi who was bluffing in front of him:

"So you still don't get it? You're talking to two dead men about the fragility of life, and you can't scare us, Bwonsamdi, at least not yet."

"So, instead of wasting time arguing, let's talk about things that are really helpful to both parties. It is said that the power of the god of death comes from the soul controlled by oneself, so I am curious, don't you want more Souls? The souls of the trolls who no longer believe in you...don't you want to punish them?"

Who read Warbringer Azshara? This version is indeed a play with three women. . . In addition, after watching Azshara, let me ask, you call Sylvanas the queen, so what do you call Azshara?