"Oh~ It is indeed the soul-inducing lamp I sent out."
Bwonsamdi picked up the still smoking soul-inducing lamp from the ground, let go of the ugly-faced Sharlayan, and touched his chin with his hand with interest.
"Huh~"
Finally able to turn around, Sarlayan could see clearly who was holding him down.
Judging from the appearance, this masked creature with dark purple skin looks like a troll.
But his eyes were shining with blue soul fire, and the aura on his body was erratic, like a phantom that did not exist in this world.
His existence made Sarlayan feel very contradictory. He knew that the human entity was in front of him, but he felt like he was facing an empty shell.
【Appeared! Lord of the Underworld, Death Loa Bangsandee. 】
[This guy's speaking style is still so exaggerated, I remember the experience of being crazily ridiculed by him when Zandalari died...]
Loa, who called himself Bwonsamdi, held the soul-inducing lamp in his hand and looked Sarlayan up and down.
"I see, you are a blood relative of Inas..."
Bwonsamdi's facial expression, exposed outside the mask, became more serious.
"Well, an agreement is an agreement, and old Bwonsamdi will not break it."
"then."
Bwonsamdi reached behind his back and pulled out a rusty knife from nowhere and threw it to Sharlayan.
With sharp eyesight and quick hands, he took the "weapon" that seemed likely to break at any time, and Sarlayan looked through it in confusion.
"This is?"
"Ah~ It's so troublesome."
Bwonsamdi lay lazily suspended in the air and complained: "That old bear didn't tell you the whole story? He must be an old fool. I told you about his soul a long time ago..."
"Cough~"
Realizing that he was off topic, Bwonsamdi retracted his thoughts and pointed to the knife in Sharlayan's hand.
"My power resides in this ceremonial knife. You need to follow the instructions to help me find the soul of a debt evader. Use any method to 'persuade' his soul to enter the knife."
"As long as you return from completing your mission, old Bwonsamdi will hand over the things to you as promised."
"Ha~"
Yawning lazily, Bwonsamdi waved while lying down frivolously.
"Let's go, I don't have a time limit here, but I advise you to go back quickly."
Sharlayan was not good at dealing with such smooth-talking people. With Bwonsamdi's wave, he once again transformed into his claw form and sneaked away.
"Hey~ little guy, you'd better move faster."
A strange smile appeared on Bwonsamdi's face: "No matter what, old Bwonsamdi has accepted Zandalari's offering, so it is natural that he should tell them about the arrival of the invaders."
"Don't blame me~ This is also part of the agreement."
…
"Gan! That duplicitous old bastard!"
Following the guidance of the ritual knife, Sharlayan traveled at high speed through the lush Zuldazar jungle.
Along the way, he encountered many novel species that could not be seen in the outside world. He also saw Zandalari's Brontosaurus caravan near the main road.
But as the original scenery around him became less and less and the traces of man-made objects became more and more, Sarlayan gradually felt that something was wrong.
The mission target given by Bwonsamdi likely lives in Dazar'alor, at least on the outskirts of the city.
This meant that Sharlayan had to take a huge risk and infiltrate a huge hostile city with at least hundreds of thousands of residents.
[Ah... As expected, if the flag is set too early, it will overturn. 】
【Dazar'alor? In version 8.0, I would sneak in at least once a week, and it was not difficult at all (funny). 】
[Hey, can the game be the same as reality? There are at most a hundred people modeling Dazar'alor in the game. Now there are more than 00 patrol guards just coming and going near Sharlay'an. 】
[This does not include those pterodactyl knights flying up and down in the sky. 】
By now, Sharlayan had realized that he had been tricked by Bwonsamdi.
Judging from the nervous expressions of these patrol guards, they already knew that an intruder had entered the Zuldazar area.
At least Bwonsamdi did not reveal Sarlayan's specific location to the troll, which finally gave him some room for maneuver.
Even so, Sarlayan's situation is very dangerous now.
The pterodactyl knight in the air has a wide field of vision. Once a suspicious target is discovered, it will immediately alert the guards on the ground.
Not to mention whether the Loa will help Zandalar catch the thief, the large number of mortal masters in this city is enough to give Sharlayan a headache.
Once caught, it is impossible to complete the mission, and the subsequent escape will inevitably be hellish.
Sarlayan, who was hiding in the grass, did not dare to take a breath. He carefully observed the patrol route of the guards on the ground, and at the same time, he also paid attention to whether there was a pterodactyl knight passing by in the air.
'Calm down, we are very close to the target. '
The ritual knife hanging on the outside of his left front paw was slightly warm, and the temperature changed as Sarlayan's direction changed.
After a period of familiarity and confirmation, Sarlayan was basically certain that the debt target that Bwonsamdi wanted to recover was in the nearby slums of the outer city within 300 meters.
"Uh-huh!"
Fortunately, Dazar'alor has done a good job of greening, and there are a lot of grass for Sharlayan to hide.
While the patrolling guards left the area, Sarlayan, who was still in his claw form, pounced like lightning and quickly moved to the next green belt.
"Um?"
A Zandalari child nearby looked at the slightly swaying grass in confusion.
Sarlayan's heart skipped a beat, and he stared nervously at the child scratching his head in confusion, ready to drag him into the grass and silence him at any time.
"Gongga, what are you doing? Let's go, we must ride the Thunder Dragon today!"
"Oh, here it comes!"
The Zandalar child didn't know that he was less than one meter away from death, and that Sharlayan was only a few tenths of a second away from being exposed.
'Huh~ good luck. '
As the group of children left, a single-family bungalow appeared in front of Sarlayan.
A mature Zandalari troll with a scar on his face stood in front of the door, watching the group of children leave with a gentle smile on his face.
Sarlayan's beast eyes suddenly shrank, and the ceremonial knife pointed straight at the troll man. The blade maintained the highest temperature since the search.
'Is it him? '
Looking at the Zandalari children who were noisily walking away, Sarlayan hesitated slightly.
'Debts must be repaid, as a matter of course, and if you want to blame that old guy Bwonsamdi. '
After gathering his emotions, Sarlayan patiently waited for another round of patrol guards to go away, confirming that no pterodactyl knights would pass by in the sky for the time being, and finally swooped out from the grass where he was hiding.
"Bang!"
Calculating the distance accurately, Sarlayan used his momentum to accurately push the middle-aged Scar Troll with a look of shock into the door. When he landed, he used his flexible tail to sweep the door and close it.
He cut the ceremonial knife tied to his left front paw towards the target's neck. Sarlayan, who was ruthless and didn't talk much, didn't want to talk nonsense with him.
The Scar Troll, who was about to have his throat cut, felt death approaching and shouted in panic: "Wait...wait! Don't kill me, I still have a child to raise!"
Sarlayan's movements paused slightly, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his cold-looking beast eyes. (To be continued)
