Chapter 330 22. Red Ridge Mountain: Veteran

Tyrion didn't misread Bwonsamdi's state.

But he misunderstood the reason why Bwonsamdi's power was weakened. Death, death has never been a force that can be trusted sincerely. In the moment of life and death crisis, trolls will believe in Bwonsamdi to survive the danger, but once the danger disappears, The trolls would soon switch to other loa, such as Rezan, the god of strength, or Shadra, the god of conspiracy.

Bwonsamdi is the longest and oldest of all the loas, yet his position is so awkward.

And trolls traditionally worship many things that they cannot understand. In the ancient world, those incredibly powerful beasts, those souls with mysterious powers, and the most powerful and wisest among their clansmen will all be called monsters. Loa, god of trolls.

As a result, thousands of years later, the trolls believed in a very large number of loa, most of which existed in the state of souls, and they were all weak, at least for Tyrion at this time.

But the existence of these Loa has seriously divided the number of believers of other Loa, especially for the god of death, the number of souls in his possession directly determines whether the power is strong or not. Look at the place where Bwonsamdi lives, one is about to collapse The dilapidated temple had obviously not been rested for at least hundreds of years, which already proved Bwonsamdi's dire situation at this time.

He needed help, and Tyrion also needed the information he wanted, and the basis for cooperation emerged. Therefore, after a while of daggers, the two sides finally chatted.

They chatted a lot, about Hades, about the belief of trolls, and about the secrets of the abyss of Hell and Val'kyr. Although Bwonsamdi is now down and out, his glorious history is not boastful. He accompanied the troll civilization. Born together, in his memory, many secrets before the emergence of history are hidden.

"Hey hey, you want old Bwonsamdi to help you catch those nosy Val'kyr at the risk of offending that crazy woman in Hela?"

The troll Reaper wearing a skull mask smiled slyly. After a while, he stopped his weird laughter. Behind the skull mask, those eyes stared at Tyrion:

"This is a very dangerous thing, so if you want old Bwonsamdi to help you, you have to show your sincerity and sign a contract with me. The souls of all the creatures you kill will belong to the old bang Sandy all!"

"This is impossible!"

Tyrion flatly refused the lion's request. He sat cross-legged on the ground and said to the troll's god of death:

"I'm ambitious too, my friend Bwonsamdi, I need some souls too... so we can revise this contract, you are the death of trolls, so all trolls killed by Knights of the Dark Blade Your soul should belong to you!"

"It's not enough! Friends!"

Bwonsamdi slowly spread his hands. Seeing that the negotiations had come to an impasse, the cunning troll Reaper rolled his eyes and coughed lightly:

"Of course, it's not impossible, there's just an additional condition."

"Speak, I'm all ears."

Tyrion said softly, Bwonsamdi shook his head, and said in a low voice:

"Hakkar the Soulflayer, you may not have heard of it, but it doesn't matter, that cunning, disgusting bastard who calls himself the Blood God, is arrogant, it occupies the belief of the Gurubashi trolls, and there, there was It's one of old Bwonsamdi's faithful shrines, get rid of it! Let the Gurubashi trolls feel the constant threat of death!"

"And the threat of death will make them return to the orthodox faith, and then come to me with Haka's head, and I will teach you how to capture those cute and hateful Val'kyr...Let's be honest, without my Help, you dead people can hardly even see them."

"Soul Reaper, just hearing this name feels weird."

Tyrion propped his chin, a greedy gleam flashed in his eyes:

"So I think that the reward I deserve should be more substantial, for example, some information that I am very interested in, there are three hells for living people, Hela's abyss, your Hades, and the last... I can feel that that unknown place should fit me very well.”

"Tustingoo!"

The old troll Reaper snapped his fingers and said "Yes" in the troll language. He stretched out his hand, and a black fire of soul was handed to Tyrion. The King of Dark Blade glanced at Sangbundi, After Khadgar repeatedly confirmed that this thing was just a contract, and there was no hidden harm, the Darkblade King stretched out his finger, allowing the black flame to wrap around his soul.

As the breath of the underworld became colder, the voice of the troll death also became ethereal:

"Your souls are very powerful, but I can feel that you haven't discovered the potential that tyrannical souls should have... This is a small gift... King of the Dark Blade, soul, remember... A greedy and robust soul is your sharpest weapon!"

"hum"

The next moment, the souls of Tyrion and Khadgar returned to their bodies. The Dark Blade King raised his head and saw that the soul crack in front of him became even darker and could be broken at any time. He stretched out his finger, and a faint black flame Bouncing on his fingertips, harmless, but reminding him of Bwonsamdi's real existence.

"Alright alright."

The Dark Blade King shook his head: "One more trouble, so be it."

After speaking, he turned and left the ruins, Khadgar followed behind him silently, a floating light flashed in the silver eyes of the archlich.

A few hours later, in Bwonsamdi's Hades, a familiar soul reappeared, sitting cross-legged on his weathered sculpture, the troll Reaper, who was busy counting down the number of souls, turned his head in doubt, and saw the strange Come on guys.

"What are you doing here again? I have already signed a contract with your master..."

"That was signed between you and Tyrion, not me."

Khadgar looked at Bwonsamdi calmly, he offered his hand and said to Bwonsamdi:

"There are so many troll clans in the Eastern Continent, don't you want to gain more followers? Come on, I will help you, and I am more generous than my majesty."

"Hey hey, interesting."

Bwonsamdi rubbed his chin: "A traitor with his own narrow mind... Let us guess, did that greedy elf notice your ulterior motives?"

"This is not a rebellion."

Khadgar frowned and said, "I just, just have some ideological conflicts with my Majesty..."

"Old Bwonsamdy doesn't care about any of that!"

The body of the troll Reaper slowly floated in front of Khadgar's eyes. He looked at the archlich, and said softly:

"So, tell old Bwonsamdi, you, what do you want from me?"

"I want..."

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At dawn, in the city hall of a large town called Lakeside Town, a human stronghold in the Red Ridge Mountains connected to the Burning Plains road, Mr. Solomon, the mayor of the town, was dealing with a matter that made him burnt out.

"Say it again, say it completely."

The mayor took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Opposite him was a human major who was covered in blood and was in a panic. He drank water and said to the mayor:

"The undead, the undead from the Burning Plains, they are spying on Lakeside Town, there are a lot of them, Colonel Nelson led the soldiers to the Molten Trail to set up defenses, but we were ambushed, the colonel died on the spot, including me, Only 12 soldiers escaped back...the war is coming, and it is definitely more terrible than those Blackrock orcs."

"How can there be undead?"

Mayor Solomon scratched his hair anxiously. He walked up and down the office, but he couldn't come up with any good solutions.

In the past few years, Redridge Mountains has been the forefront of defense against the Blackrock Orcs in the Burning Plains. There has been a legion stationed, and there are also a considerable number of militia regiments, but the recent rebellion in Westfall has drained three points of the Redridge Mountain defense force. One, making the entire front vulnerable, and most importantly, after many commanders were sent to the Westfall, the remaining soldiers are currently extremely short of commanders.

It is difficult for soldiers without reasonable command to play a real role.

"How many of those undead are there?"

Mayor Solomon asked again: "There are currently 7,500 people in the entire Red Ridge Mountains including the militia. Can they stop them? Can they last until the reinforcements from Stormwind City arrive?"

"Their reconnaissance force has less than 300 people, but it's hard to say how many undead there are."

The major replied wearily:

"You also saw those strange birds that flew over the Red Ridge Mountains yesterday. It's hard to say whether their appearance has anything to do with the undead, but if you look at it from the most pessimistic point of view, I doubt that we may not be able to hold this place."

"Then ask for help!"

The mayor gritted his teeth and said, "The night watchmen, or the Knights of Stormwind, and those draenei, ask them for help!"

"One more question, mayor, about the commander on the front line..."

The major said with some difficulty: "We lack someone who can stand alone and convince the soldiers."

This made the mayor hesitate, but after a moment he seemed to have made up his mind, and said to the major:

"I will solve this problem. You go to the stone castle and report to General Gore, and let the general make all preparations. As long as you have anything in Lakeside Town, you can take it away... I only have one request! Before the people's retreat here is completed , you must hold the line! By the way, Major, I heard that you participated in the war on the Burning Plains, so, have you heard of Keishan?"

"Keeshan?"

The major's eyes widened, and he said softly, "That's my comrade in arms. We used to serve together in the special B company under SI:7, but he was already dead. He died in the final battle against the Blackrock orcs."

"No, he's not dead."

Mayor Solomon sighed:

"And he's in Lakeside now... You said you lack qualified front-line commanders, so can Keeshan be competent?"

"Of course he can!"

The weary major stood up and said aloud:

"If Keeshan hadn't died, he'd be at least a colonel by now, and maybe a general, given his past exploits, and the soldiers at Redridge have all heard the heroic stories of B Company, so he's sure to be fine. But What I'm more curious about is, since Keeshan is not dead, why didn't he come to us old brothers? Instead, hide his name here?"

"Well, it's a complicated question."

The mayor took his hat and coat from the rack in his office, and said to the major:

"We'll talk as we go, but I have to remind you that the current Keeshan is not the war hero of the past, the pride of that lakeside town. The war changed a lot of things, and the war changed him."

In Red Ridge Mountains, which is on the edge of the kingdom, where wars are perennial and the folk customs are fierce, the daily entertainment of the common people is always "violent". Together, looking at the two guys who were fisting each other in the crude fighting field in front of them, they let out a noisy roar from time to time.

The temporary referee was the old bartender of the tavern. There were scattered coins piled up on the dilapidated table in front of him. He seemed to be playing a game of gambling. But in the eyes of the major who was hiding in the crowd, the shirtless man was only Wearing a pair of trousers, a short man with punches as fierce as a beast is beating his opponent, a tall and strong boxer who is also naked, with tattoos all over his body.

Although the strengths of the two seem to be very different, the brown-haired, drunk short man firmly holds the upper hand. He nimbly dodges the heavy punch of the fat man, and then uses his own fist to beat the inflexible everyone Guys, in the eyes of veterans, the victory or defeat has already been revealed.

"How did he become like this? A drunk?"

The major's eyes shone with disbelief and pain: "He shouldn't be like this, he should be the hero of the kingdom...not a ruffian who is mocked by others! Enough! Enough!"

The excited major stood up to stop the farce in front of him, but the mayor grabbed his wrist:

"You want to know why Keeshan didn't go to you? It's simple, because he felt that he had wronged you. He felt that he was a deserter. I heard his story. At the end of the war, he was besieged by Blackrock orcs. In the end Captured, imprisoned in Blackrock Spire for three years, didn't escape until last fall, he suffered a lot, those orcs abused him, used him as a drowning device... Well, anyway, he is in a bad state now. "

The mayor said with a sigh:

"And you also know that last year happened to be the time when the orcs burned Lakeside Town. Everyone was full of hatred for the orcs. Even Kishan, who had escaped from the orcs, was blamed. Everyone scolded him for not protecting the people well, Some people say he only kills orc babies, and is scared of orc warriors, I know that's not true, but the people... Angry people are always blind."

"It shouldn't be like this..."

The major muttered to himself, watching Keeshan win the boxing match in front of him, but was booed and taunted by the drunks around him, the veteran couldn't bear it anymore, he stood up, strode into the field, He brutally kicked down a drunk man who was full of obscenities, then drew out his long sword and roared:

"Get out! Get out!"

Seeing that the situation was out of control, the mayor stood up and took off his hat. This resolute mayor had a high reputation among the common people, so soon, the entire basement was emptied, but Keeshan seemed to have not seen them, and took them with him. He took a sip from the wine bottle, sat on the table like a scumbag, and lightly pointed at his harvest. Behind him, the major calmed down and gave him a military salute:

"Officer John J. Keeshan, Captain Danforth Carr of Company B reports to you!"

This report, which is only available in the army, made the drunk Keeshan subconsciously straighten his body, but the next moment, he returned to the state of not caring about anything, and he shook his hands:

"Danfors, don't bother me, I've retired, my God, let me, this old guy, live quietly for a few days?"

Mayor Solomon leaned aside, looked at Keeshan, and said softly:

"Veteran, your country, your people, need you now."

"Need me? You need me to go to war?"

The drunken veteran turned his head to look at the mayor, showing a hint of sarcasm:

"You want me to help them? Help people who would rather spit on me than smile at me? Sorry, I say no!"

Keeshan's prototype is Rambo from First Blood, he is the soul of the Red Ridge Mountain quest line, to be honest, this guy is much fiercer than Rambo, besides, who said I am the queen's black fan? Let me tell you, you are still too young, don't listen to the wind and rain, spread rumors, and you will be responsible for the deviation in the future publicity... I also like the Queen very much, but how should I say it, I am rational I like it, and I don't ignore the shortcomings of the character itself just because I like it.