Tyrion was not wrong about Bwonsamdi's state.

But he misunderstood the reason for Bwonsamdi's weakening power. Death, death has never been a force that can make people sincerely believe. In moments of life and death crisis, trolls will believe in Bwonsamdi to survive the danger, but once the danger disappears,

Trolls will soon switch to other loa, such as Rezan, the god of strength, and Shadra, the god of conspiracy.

Bwonsamdi has existed the longest and is the oldest among all loa, but his position is also so awkward.

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 the tribesmen will all be called "trolls".

Loa, the god of the trolls.

This led to the fact that tens of millions of years later, the trolls believed in a very large number of Loa, most of which existed in the state of souls, and were very weak, at least for Tyrion at this time, very weak.

But the existence of these Loa has severely diluted the number of believers in other Loa. Especially for the God of Death, the number of souls he controls directly determines whether the power is strong. Look at where Bwonsamdi lives. A place is about to collapse.

The dilapidated temple has obviously not been repaired for at least hundreds of years, which proves Bwonsamdi's dire situation at this time.

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

They talked a lot, about Hades, about the beliefs of trolls, and about the secrets of Hades Abyss and Val'kyr. Although Bwonsamdi is now in decline, his glorious history is not self-promotion. He accompanied the troll civilization

Born together, his memory contains many secrets from before the emergence of history.

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

The troll Death wearing a skull mask smiled cunningly. After a moment, he stopped his weird laughter. Behind the skull mask, the eyes stared at Tyrion:

"This is a very dangerous matter, so if you want Lao Bangsandi to help, you have to show your sincerity and sign a contract with me. The souls of all creatures killed by you will belong to Lao Bangsundi.

All Sandy!”

"This is impossible!"

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

"I am also ambitious. My friend Bwonsamdi, I also need some souls...so we can modify this contract. You are the death of the trolls, so all the trolls killed by the Dark Blade Knights

My soul should belong to you!"

"That's not enough! Friend!"

Bwonsamdi slowly spread his hands. Seeing that the negotiation had reached a deadlock, the cunning troll Death rolled his eyes and coughed slightly:

"Of course, it's not impossible, it's just that there are additional conditions."

"Say it, I'm all ears."

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

"Hakkar the Soul Reaver, you may not have heard of it, but that doesn't matter. That cunning and disgusting bastard calls himself the Blood God and is arrogant. He has taken over the faith of the Gurubashi trolls, and there, there was

It is one of the holy places for old Bwonsamdi’s followers, get rid of it! Let the Gurubashi Trolls feel the constant threat of death!”

"And the threat of death will make them return to their orthodox beliefs, and then bring Hakkar's head to see me, and I will teach you how to capture those lovely and hateful Val'kyr... To be honest, without me

Help, you dead people can't even see them."

"Soul Reaver, just hearing this name makes me feel weird."

Tyrion held his chin up, a greedy light flashing in his eyes:

"So I feel that the remuneration I deserve should be more generous. For example, some information that I am very interested in, there are three hells for the living, Hela's Hell Abyss, your Hades Palace, and the last one...

I can feel that the unknown place should fit in well with me."

"Tastingo!"

The old troll Death snapped his fingers and said "good" in troll language. He stretched out his hand, and a ball of black fire of the soul was handed to Tyrion's eyes. The Dark Blade King glanced at Sang Bangdi,

After Khadgar repeatedly confirmed that this thing was just a contract and had no hidden harm, the Dark Blade King stretched out his fingers and let the black fire wrap around his soul.

As the atmosphere of Hades became colder and colder, the voice of the troll Death also became ethereal:

"Your souls are very powerful, but I can feel that you have not explored the potential of a powerful soul... This is a small bonus gift... King of the Dark Blade, soul, remember...

A greedy and strong soul is your sharpest weapon!"

"Buzz"

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 dimmer and could be broken at any time. He stretched out his finger and a faint black flame appeared.

Jumping on his fingertips, it was harmless, but it reminded him of Bwonsamdi's true existence.

"Okay, okay."

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

After saying that, he turned around and left the ruins. Khadgar silently followed him behind him. A glimmer of light flashed in the silver eyes of the great lich.

A few hours later, in Bwonsamdi's palace of the underworld, a familiar soul appeared again. He was sitting cross-legged on his weathered sculpture. The troll Death, who was busy tapping the number of souls, turned around in confusion and saw the unknown soul.

Invite the guy who comes.

"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 reached out 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."

"Hehehe, interesting."

Bwonsamdi rubbed his chin: "A traitor with his own petty ideas... Let us guess, has that greedy elf noticed your alien intentions?"

"This is not a rebellion."

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

"Old Bwonsamdi doesn't care about that!"

The body of the troll Death slowly floated in front of Khadgar's eyes. He looked at the big lich and said softly:

"Then, tell old Bwonsamdi, 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 Redridge Mountains connected to the Burning Plains, the mayor, Mr. Solomon, was dealing with a matter that made him anxious.

"Say it again, completely."

The mayor took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Opposite him was a human major whose body was covered in blood and was in a state of embarrassment. He drank large gulps of water and said to the mayor:

"The undead, the undead from the Burning Plains, they were peeking at Lakeside Town. There were 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... War is coming, and it will definitely be more terrifying than those Blackstone orcs."

"Why are there undead?"

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

In the past few years, Redridge Mountain has been stationed as the front line of defense against the Blackrock Orcs in the Burning Plains, with a legion and a considerable number of militia regiments. However, the recent rebellion in the western wilderness has taken away three thirds of the Redridge Mountain defense force.

One, making the entire front vulnerable. The most important thing is that after many commanders were sent to the western wilderness, the remaining soldiers are currently extremely short of commanders.

And 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 Redridge Mountains plus the militia. Can they stop them? Can they sustain it 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 somewhat tiredly:

"You also saw those strange birds that flew over the Redridge Mountains yesterday. It's hard to say whether their appearance is related to the undead, but if you look at it from the most pessimistic perspective, I doubt that we may be able to defend this place."

"Then ask for help!"

The mayor gritted his teeth and said: "The Night's Watch, or the Knights of Stormwind, and the Draenei, ask them for help!"

"I have another question, mayor, about the frontline commander..."

The major said with some difficulty: "We lack people who can take charge alone and convince the soldiers."

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

"I will solve this problem. You go to Stone Castle to report to General Gore and ask the general to make all preparations. As long as there is something in Lakeside Town, you can take it away... I only have one request! Before the people here can complete the retreat,

, you must hold the line! By the way, Major, I heard that you participated in the war in the Burning Plains, so, have you heard of Keeshan?"

"Keishaan?"

The major's eyes widened, and he said softly: "That's my comrade. We once served together in the special B company under MI7, but he is already dead. He died in the final battle to siege the Blackstone Orcs."

"No, he's not dead."

Mayor Solomon sighed:

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

"Of course he can!"
To be continued...