The other world is essentially the same as the Hell Abyss and the Realm of Blight, a special subplane between the Shadow Realm and the material world.
Bwonsamdi had mentioned to Sharlayan before that the master of the subplane could add some special rules to it from the beginning of the design that were different from the physical world.
This setting is usually a one-time setting and cannot be changed once determined.
For example, Hela's Hell Abyss. Out of hatred for Odin, the Hell Abyss has a strong suppressive effect on the power of the light system. This is the underlying rule that Hela added when it first opened the Hell Abyss.
Nominally, Zloth, the Blighted Realm, belonged to Sharlayan many years ago.
But in fact, because his personal strength is not up to standard, Sarlayan cannot truly control the Blighted Realm. Even the passage to the Shadow Realm was opened with the help of Bwonsamdi.
So far, Sarlayan still doesn't know what kind of underlying rules there are in the Blighted Realm. He originally planned to take the time to learn more about this sub-plane that has long been his own after his trip to the Shadow Realm.
Of course, it would be best to have Bwonsamdi's commentary during this process.
Sarlayan and Moonberry had no way of knowing how many special rules were involved in that world. Judging from the inability of invisibility illusions to take effect, this subplane should be able to ban spells that would cause unreal effects, and prohibiting invisibility was only part of it.
To this day, Sharlayan is still unable to determine whether that realm was founded by Mu'ezala and inherited by Bwonsamdi, or whether it was designed and opened up by Bwonsamdi himself.
Considering the experience and strength gap between Bwonsamdi and Mu'ezala, he has been able to compete with Mu'ezala in that realm so far. Sarlayan prefers the second answer.
As the master of the sub-plane, Bwonsamdi has an inherent greater advantage, and this home field advantage has evened the gap in hard power between him and Mu'ezala, causing the two to fall into a long confrontation in the other realm.
The two waves of forces fighting each other in that realm are dominated by trolls.
The difference is that a few Drusts can occasionally be seen among the forces belonging to Muezala.
Bwonsamdi's side is less mixed with the souls of various races from Azeroth, including but not limited to humans, dwarves, gnomes and goblins.
Night Elf?
Overthinking, Bwonsamdi doesn't have the confidence to compete with Elune for people.
What surprised Sharlayan was that there were no elven branch races such as high elves, nightborne, and Faldorei in the Azeroth coalition under Bwonsamdi, which puzzled him.
Sharlayan: "Isn't it Elune who is in Longarm's jurisdiction?"
[It’s hard to say. Elune is also a true god after all. She is much stronger than a demigod in terms of personality. Even if she really reaches out to hold the soul of the elven branch race secretly, you, as a living person, have no way of knowing. . 】
"Hmm..." Sarlayan frowned and thought for a moment: "After the matter here is over, I will ask the Winter Queen about the distribution of high elves in the Shadow Realm."
Sarlayan's distraction was only for a moment. He and Moonberry still had a very important task to complete as soon as possible.
Muezala is no match for Elioser. Once this slippery guy senses something is wrong, he will immediately use his power to escape.
Both are Death Loa, and Bwonsamdi is also the heir raised by Muezala. Their power can be said to have the same origin.
Even if Bwonsamdi is not Mu'ezala's opponent, at least he can use the power of the same source to interfere with his escape in a short period of time.
But the rescue operation had to be fast enough, and it had to be completed before Muezala lost confidence and fled.
The Winter Queen's order to Eliothor was to entangle Muezala, not defeat her.
Sarlayan believed that Elioser had understood the Winter Queen's intention and would have let Mu'ezara feel the hope of victory to a certain extent during the battle, so that he would not immediately turn around and run away.
But there are always limits to acting, and Muezala is not stupid. He will notice something strange as time goes by.
Sharlayan: "So, how should we go? Where will Bwonsamdi hide?"
[We don’t know the answer to this question. The structure of the other world in front of you is completely different from the copy we know. You can only find the way by yourself. 】
"All right."
Sarlayan asked Moonberry, who was not good at frontal combat, to find a place to hide on his own, and randomly selected a troll warrior belonging to Muezala on a local battlefield not far away to launch a charge.
"Peng!"
The troll warrior who was wrestling with the enemy was knocked upright by Sarlayan's shoulder in front, and staggered to the side two steps unsteadily.
This was because Sarlayan deliberately showed mercy and did not fully exert his strength, otherwise this troll would have flown to nowhere.
Before the unstable troll came to his senses, Sarlayan stretched out his right hand and pinched the troll's neck accurately without taking out his weapon, forcing him to lower his body and half kneel in front of him.
...There is no way, the troll is much taller than the high elves.
Sarlayan also wanted to lift him into the air and restrain him, but unfortunately he was not tall enough. Even if his arms were raised to the extreme angle, the troll's feet were still on the ground.
This is so embarrassing, I can only find another way.
With his vital points suppressed, the troll warrior with a fierce look on his face still planned to resist.
A cold light flashed in Sarlayan's eyes, and the pure power of death was injected into the opponent's body along his arm, disintegrating all his ability to resist through the spirit-binding spell that came with learning necromancy.
"If you don't want to lose your mind, just be honest!"
The Bwonsamdi subordinate fighting this troll warrior was the soul of a human male. Sarlayan's sudden intrusion made him look confused. He held his weapon high and wondered whether he should continue to lower it.
"take it easy."
When facing the people on Bwonsamdi's side, Sarlayan changed his expression. The coldness he had shown when facing the enemy before seemed to be fake.
"I am a friend of Bwonsamdi. I came here from Azeroth to help him. Can you tell me where he is now?"
"Uh~Azeroth?"
The male human's expression was a little tangled: "Can you prove your identity?"
Sarlayan pointed with his other hand at Moonberry, who was hiding behind and watching the show.
"This is one of the important members of the Meiye Royal Court, the leader of the goblin clan, Lady Moonberry. She can prove that we are not Muezala's accomplices."
"Charming Night Royal Court..."
This human soul had obviously heard of the official governing body of Ardenweald, and looked at Moonberry with a look of surprise in his eyes.
"...Indeed, we have never seen goblins in Muezala's camp."
The battlefield is changing rapidly, and other enemies will not give Sarlayan a chance to chat and ask for directions.
While he was talking to this unknown human soul, troll warriors from Mu'ezala's side tried to save their companions from Sharlayan one after another.
With his hands empty, Sarlayan didn't bother to draw his weapon and directly used the troll in his hand as a human weapon.
All enemies hit by this troll were repulsed by the huge force attached to it by Sarlayan, and a small vacuum area strangely appeared on the battlefield.
Moonberry couldn't help complaining: "Can I use a serious weapon? This cock is too shabby... Do you want me to lend you an epic-quality weapon?"
"ah?"
While Sharlayan was fighting vigorously with the Troll Warrior, he still had time to complain to Moonberry.
"Do you think I'm someone who lacks weapons?"
Moonberry tilted her head cutely: "Yes, otherwise why would you venture into the Shadow Realm to find soul steel?"
"What the hell..."
After swiping two more enemies away, Sarlayan explained in a dumbfounded voice: "I'm looking for soul steel to upgrade weapons for my friends. It's not like I don't have any weapons for myself."
"Forget it, I'll let you see it with your own eyes."
They all rushed into the battlefield and fought together, and Sarlayan had no intention of remaining restrained.
"Let's go!"
Taking a lunge stance with his feet and accumulating power for a short time, Sarlayan used the lifeless human weapon in his hand as a javelin and threw it towards Muezala's formation, knocking over a dozen people one after another like bowling.
A certain unlucky guy had his neck vitals broken by the left hand subconsciously waved by the troll as a weapon, and his soul quickly dissipated on its own.
[Hey, who said you can't kill someone without a gun? 】
"Qiang!"
Taking out Valargar's twin swords, which had not been put into actual combat recently, from the space package, Sarlayan launched a counterattack against the surrounding trolls like a tiger among sheep, and everyone on the scene suddenly turned upside down.
"Ah this..."
The human being, who was temporarily unable to receive a job, was completely confused and turned to look at Lady Moonberry, who was following behind to watch the show.
"So, what are you here for?"
