Chapter 187: Deal with the God of Death

Bwonsamdi protects the souls, and he makes death beautiful and melodious.

Although he is considered a liar, his humor is heartbreaking.

Under the sarcasm and the sinister smile, rumors sprout and undercurrents surge.

What he knows is feared by the brave, and his truth cannot be explored.

The realm of the dead is his alone, and all the souls of life are in his hands.

When your life comes to an end, Bwonsamdi will be your friend.

And he will guide you, "Walk with me into the underworld."

In the Zandalar underworld palace, Bwonsamdi sat on the platform in front of the temple, crossed his legs, grinning and chuckling.

"Another batch of souls is about to be accounted for." He counted on his fingers, and the blue flame-like eyes behind the mask flickered with a faint light.

"The orc invasion of Stranglethorn Vale, the Second War, and the Battle of Zul'Aman." Bwonsamdi stood up and staggered like a drunkard floating in the air.

"Another batch of souls. Old Bwonsamdi will get a lot of souls on the other side." He smacked his lips. For him, the god of death of the trolls, every troll's death will enter his kingdom in the Shadow Realm. Although it is only a small piece, Bwonsamdi roughly calculated that there can be at least billions of souls living there, and these souls will strengthen his power.

PS: In the game, just one player owes Bwonsamdi a million souls. If his other world is not big enough for so many centuries, it would be crowded to death.

Bwonsamdi smiled heartily. He waved his hand and appeared next to a believer. Although they could not see him and did not know that the god of death they worshipped was watching his every move.

But they still looked respectful, wearing Bwonsamdi's voodoo mask devoutly, and offering him the souls of their prey as sacrifices.

"Hmm... hum?" Bwonsamdi suddenly felt that something unexpected had happened to him with the believers in Stranglethorn Vale. He sighed, "I didn't expect these orcs to change their temperament."

But, isn't this interesting?

Tsk tsk tsk, Bwonsamdi laughed out loud. For a god like him who is older than the trolls, after a long time, the only thing that can attract him is one accident after another, which can make him feel fun.

"Wow, a visitor from another world?"

When he came to Stranglethorn Vale, the room he appeared in began to become colder and colder, and the fog was heavy.

He left the room.

"I heard that someone wanted to find the believers of old Bwonsamdi? Then why don't you come to me directly?"

A blue-gray figure wearing a mask floated behind Nergo. He patted Nergo's shoulder, but soon withdrew his hand.

"Oh, the electricity in your body is really strong."

Under the cover of the skull mask, his eyes flashed with green flames, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

"Bwonsamdi."

Nelgo was not surprised, because he realized that the god of death was coming when he felt the intense power of death.

"It's great that you know old Bwonsamdi." He made a face, but suddenly changed his face and asked in a faint voice: "So, what do you want from the god of death?"

"I'm here to make a deal. This deal can be with the Darkspear tribe or with you." Nelgo knew that for Bwonsamdi's life, trading accounted for a large part. Bwonsamdi liked to make deals. Whether it was trolls or dwarves, whether it was other gods or pagans, he always regarded everyone as his customers.

So he is the most reliable Loa. As long as the increase is enough, he will risk his life to pull you out of the underworld even if he dies.

He is also the most unreliable Loa. The result of the believers' prayers depends on his preference. If he is in a good mood, he will answer your prayers. If he is in a bad mood, he will curse you.

In short, if you say you believe in Him and want to get something for free like other gods, He will not pay attention to you, but if you say you want to make a deal, He will be very interested.

"Trade? Old Bwonsamdi likes to trade, he likes to trade the most." He flashed to the other side of Nergo and put his face close to Nergo, Nergo could almost feel the cold breath on him, "What kind of deal do you want to make?"

"I come on behalf of the tribe, and I don't think I need to explain to you what the tribe is."

As the only god, Bwonsamdi naturally understands what the tribe is.

"Now the tribe needs an ally, or you can say that the tribe wants to invite the Darkspear trolls to join. We support him as the new empire of the jungle trolls, and then they help the tribe to defeat Stormwind together."

"But what does this have to do with old Bwonsamdi?" He spread his hands.

"It does matter, because after seeing you again, I have a new idea, that is, you come to represent the Darkspear trolls to join the tribe, and then you use your divine power to help the Darkspear trolls unify the Stranglethorn Vale, and then I will offer my soul to you and send it to the Shadow Realm."

"Okay, that's great." Bwonsamdi half-crouched and stretched out his hand, pointing at Sen'jin and Nergo.

"You have my divine power, and then you unify the Stranglethorn Vale."

"Your tribe has new members who can help you attack Stormwind."

"But what do I get?" Bwonsamdi pointed at Nergo's nose with his finger, "You two will be fine, but why should I do this business with you? By then, I can get souls from the Darkspear trolls, so you are equivalent to paying nothing."

He glanced at Sen'jin, "Unless they betray my doctrine."

Bwonsamdi lowered his head, shook his finger, and said in a low voice: "No, no, no, the conditions you offer are far from what you want."

"If you can make the Darkspear Troll join the tribe and become a powerful helper." Nergo said in a calm voice, "Then the tribe will send you millions of souls. This is the Darkspear Troll." It can’t be done.”

"Millions?" Bwonsamdi turned around and was suddenly startled. His head turned around, "This is a big deal."

"Greed cannot win friendship."

Millions of souls? How difficult is this, otherwise the killing would be in vain. You must know that the tribe killed countless people in the two wars in the original plot, so his deal is almost like a white wolf with empty hands.

If you really can't afford it...

Hum, then continue to owe, until Bwonsamdi doesn't dare to ask for debt.

"What if you die? "What if the debt hasn't been paid off by then? "

"Will you let the creditor die in peace?" Nergo asked.

"Ha, of course not." Bwonsamdi smiled gloomily, "Those who owe old Bwonsamdi a debt, even if they reach the Maw, they have to come back and pay off the debt before leaving."

"If you die, then I will resurrect you. Anyway, I must get these one million souls."

"So our deal?"

"Happy transaction."

Neither of them cared about Senjin's opinion, or in other words, his opinion didn't matter at all at this time. It was already a gift for them to allow him to listen.