After strapping the knife to his paw again, Sarlayan still had many questions he wanted answered.
"Bwonsamdi, did my mother fall into the Shadow Realm?"
"Um?"
Lazy Bwonsamdi raised his eyebrows and glanced at Garni beside him.
"Yes and no."
"The details are complicated, and I don't know the full story."
"You'd better go back and ask the guy who sent you here. He must know more than old Bangsundi."
'I believe you ghost. '
Bwonsamdi made it clear that he didn't want to spoil anything. This guy just waited to see the good show, and he wouldn't have any fun if he revealed the content in advance.
Bwonsamdi really values contracts, and he will abide by everything agreed in black and white.
But this guy likes to induce others to think wrong through specious words. There will always be some self-righteous guys who want to get around the contract and be clever.
But the cunning Bwonsamdi is not that easy to fool.
Gonda, whose soul was broken and was used to repair the ritual knife, is a typical example.
Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of Bwonsamdi, who was tight-lipped, Sharlayan planned to return to Kul Tiras.
"etc!"
Just when Sarlayan was about to turn around and leave Hades, Bwonsamdi and Gani suddenly changed their expressions.
The two Loa looked at each other and looked solemnly towards the east side of Hades Palace.
"This fluctuation of power is... Toga?"
Garni nodded with a gloomy expression: "There are also many extremely dark powers that come from the same source as the Blood God G'huun."
Bwonsamdi's eyes flickered and he twitched the corners of his mouth: "Those guys finally couldn't bear it anymore and planned to attack Loa one by one."
"How about, do you want to help it?"
Gani hesitated for a moment: "Loa have their own scope of activities, and usually they will not interfere beyond the boundaries."
"Nazmir is the territory of Sirik, Krag'wa and Toga. It is not convenient for an outsider like me to interfere."
"It's you."
Ghani asked Bwonsamdi: "As the local Loa of Nazmir, won't you help your colleagues?"
"Hmm..." Bwonsamdi scratched his head in distress: "As you know, I'm not good at frontal combat."
"You ask me to return the soul of the dead to the corpse and resurrect it. I am sure that I can do it, but if you ask me to fight in person... it will be too difficult for others."
Sharlayan: 'fnmdp! You just want to catch fish! '
"So……"
Garni and Bwonsamdi simultaneously turned their attention to Sharlayan, who was waiting to eat.
"...What do you want to do?"
…
Sarlayan, who was temporarily captured as a young man, had no choice but to bear the barrage of ridicule while rushing on his way.
[The footman is a tool man. 】
[Although the mission content is different, the process is so familiar that it makes my liver hurt. 】
Bwonsamdi and Ghani made a deal with Sarlayan.
Sarlayan helped them save Loatoga the turtle, and they each gave their blessings to Sarlayan.
Bwonsamdi's blessing can ensure that after Sharlayan's unexpected death, his soul will not be pulled away by the Shadow Realm or other gods of death in Azeroth, but will float to the underworld where Bwonsamdi is seated.
As long as the soul remains, Bwonsamdi can find a way to resurrect Sharlayan.
Garni's blessing can strengthen the abilities related to thieves such as stealth and "search", which is of little significance to Sharlayan, but it is better than nothing for the time being.
Frustrated, he hid on the Zandalari Island for a long time. The hot-tempered Sharlayan couldn't bear it any longer, so he could take this opportunity to have an open and honest affair.
According to Bwonsamdi, the strength of Loa is not only related to its own strength, but also affected by the number and piety of its followers.
This is also the reason why God Loa does not like people who are either snake or rat, and values devout believers more.
The more believers a Loa has, the stronger its blessing ability will be.
Although the Demon Tyrannosaurus Raizan is powerful in its own right, its combat power surpasses all Loa, which is inseparable from the belief of a large number of Zandalari trolls.
Ever since the trolls' center of gravity moved north to Zuldazar, Loa's life in Nazmir was getting worse day by day.
The blood trolls all believe in G'huun, whom they call the blood god. There are fewer and fewer believers in Kragva the frog, Sirik the bat, and Toga the turtle, and their own strength has also declined repeatedly.
Most of Toga's followers come from the Ancestral Turtles, a humanoid intelligent race with a tortoise appearance. They naturally dislike fighting and like to collect knowledge just like the Loa Toga they believe in.
"Ah this..."
After leaving the Hades Palace, he headed east to the outside of Toga's lair, where the overwhelming blood trolls caught Sarlayan's eyes.
At a glance, there were at least a thousand blood trolls surrounding the giant turtle, and they were obviously well prepared.
The blood trolls are a matriarchal clan, and women have a higher status in the clan and master more advanced blood magic.
A dozen high-ranking high-level spellcasters gathered around Toga, and the blood-red spell chains extending from their hands restricted Toga's movements.
Other cannon fodder soldiers are launching a death charge towards Toga who is unable to move without fear of death.
The turtle's attack power may not be too strong, but their strong defense power is their innate talent.
The Ancestral Turtles, followers of Toga, are few in number and are no match for the blood trolls.
At this time, Toga has entered the shrinking state, and the pale golden energy shield covers itself and the ancestor turtles. The blood troll is still unable to break through its turtle shell defense.
However, the strange blood magic is eroding Toga from the inside, continuously draining its blood.
The huddled Toga will make dull wailing sounds from time to time. If he cannot find a breaking point, Toga will be drained by the spellcasters sooner or later.
"so?"
Sarlayan looked at the Lesognathus standing on his shoulder with a painful look on his face: "What should I do? You don't want me to fight one against a thousand, do you?"
"fool!"
Gani slapped Sarlayan on the face with his short front paws: "Did you forget my title?"
"Due to the unspoken rules between Loa, I cannot directly participate in the battle, but you are different. You are a mortal and are not bound by the rules of Loa."
"I can give you my power. The blood trolls will not be aware of your existence. You can get rid of the spellcasters who pose the greatest threat one by one."
Gani is the god of scavengers, the king of thieves, and the lord of slaves.
Infused with its power, Sarlayan's appearance was disguised exactly like the blood troll, and he automatically entered a state of invisibility. He could swagger through the crowd without being discovered by the blood troll.
Although he has temporarily mastered the claw form under Orfa's assault training, Sarlayan is still most accustomed to fighting in the human form.
After turning into a blood troll, he simply took out the Demon Slayer Sword from the space package and put it on his shoulder.
"A dozen high-level spellcasters are spread out a bit."
Sarlayan grinned happily: "How long can your power last?"
"Ha~" Gani smiled confidently: "As long as you don't launch an attack, no one will notice it. In theory, it can last indefinitely."
"very good."
Sarlayan turned his attention to a female blood troll spellcaster standing on a simple high platform.
Most blood trolls only have a few pieces of cloth to block their vitals, but these spellcasters are covered in bright red shawls, which shows their extraordinary status at a glance.
"You are the first one!"
"Heroic Leap!"
At the same time as he stepped on the ground and took off, the invisibility that Garni had exerted on Sarlayan was broken. The surrounding blood trolls stared blankly at this "comatriot" rushing towards the matron of the tribe.
Sarlayan: "Let me give you a good start!"
"Crack!"
The sound of sharp blades chopping bones woke up the surrounding blood trolls who were responsible for guarding the mistress, and this small area suddenly exploded.
Cutting off the head of the first spellcaster with a sword, Sarlayan got out of sight and became invisible again with the help of Gani.
The social style of the blood trolls is very primitive, and there is no layer-by-layer officer establishment like the army of modern civilized countries.
Without the absolute core of overall management, the mistress, the people below refused to obey anyone. While roaring in search of the murderer, they began to push each other and fight within themselves.
Because the blood trolls of different tribes were widely separated, with the power given by Garni to move their positions at high speed, Sarlayan unexpectedly killed eight unsuspecting matrons one after another. His rich experience increased his warrior level. Pushed to 9.
As the number of high-level spellcasters decreased, Toga's restraint became weaker and he was finally able to launch some counterattacks.
"Buzz!"
Just as Sharlayan was taking advantage of the chaos of the blood trolls to continue his attack, an inexplicable wave suddenly spread outward from the heart of darkness in the center of Nazmir.
"Well!"
Most of the blood trolls fell into sluggishness on the spot, and Sarlayan also felt the invasion of foreign objects from the depths of his soul.
"Corruption! Surrender! Fall!"
Salayan had veins popping out on his forehead, and he looked up to the sky and roared under Gani's worried gaze.
"I am a qnmd bitch! I will never surrender to anyone! Get out of my soul!!"
"Ang!!" (To be continued)
