Ever since Bwonsamdi received a distress signal from the other world and hurriedly left behind a bunch of unfinished tasks and rushed from Azeroth, he had lost his clear perception of the passage of time.
There are two entrances and exits to the other world, one facing Azeroth and the other facing the Shadow Realm.
The entrance to Azeroth was sealed by Bwonsamdi himself, in order to prevent Mu'ezala from entering Azeroth through the other world and thus affecting his base of believers.
As long as Mu'ezala himself cannot enter Azeroth himself, he can only seduce the trolls of Azeroth through illusions and whispers.
For example, as mentioned to Sharlayan before the barrage, Mu'ezala misled the future warchief Vol'jin of the Horde and deceived him into passing the title of warchief to the Banshee King who had already become the warden's lackey before his death. ——Sylvanas.
On the other hand, the entrance to the Ardenweald from the other world was sealed by Muezala.
His purpose was to cut off all contact between Bwonsamdi and the outside world and force him to surrender to him.
But it has to be said that Muezala overestimated his own strength and underestimated Bwonsamdi's home court advantage in the other world.
As Bwonsamdi's adoptive father, Mu'ezara knew a lot about that world.
But when the two fell out and fought in the other world, Bwonsamdi gave Muezala a huge "surprise" with his first move.
Taking advantage of the privileges of being the master of the other world, Bwonsamdi completely changed the original structural model of this subplane, making the other world that Mu'ezala was familiar with extremely unfamiliar, greatly delaying his capture of Bwonsamdi. .
Bwonsamdi couldn't remember how long he had been playing hide-and-seek with Mu'ezala in the other world, nor could he remember how many times he had changed the structure of the other world.
Not every change in the other world is benign, and Bwonsamdi has also experienced overturning.
After a certain change, Muezala cracked the maze in three strokes, and easily found Bwonsamdi, who looked stunned.
It was the most intense head-to-head confrontation between the two, and as expected, Muezala had an absolute advantage.
If Bwonsamdi hadn't been injured and once again changed the structure of the labyrinth in the other world, the winner of this long struggle should have been decided months ago.
From the perspective of Sharlayan and Danmaku, there are countless ways to construct a maze.
By gathering the wisdom of a large number of barrages, Sarlayan could continuously update the map without repeating it for hundreds or even thousands of years, fooling Muezala around until he was so disgusted that he gave up voluntarily with no hope of breaking through the level.
But for Bwonsamdi, he was the only one who designed the maze, and his personal creativity was ultimately limited.
When in good condition, Bwonsamdi still needs to rack his brains to design a high-quality maze to trap Mu'ezala.
After being injured due to a rollover, Bwonsamdi's situation became increasingly difficult, and the frequency and quality of maze updates dropped significantly.
If this continues, in about half a year at most, Mu'ezara will be able to completely break through the maze and capture Bwonsamdi who is hiding in XZ.
Since the entrances on both sides of the other world are completely closed, Bwonsamdi, who can't find any reference objects, has no way of knowing the passage of time in the outside world. Just designing the maze requires most of his energy.
When Bwonsamdi was racking his brains and was interrupted by his subordinates who came to report and was about to punish him angrily, the good news the herald said made Bwonsamdi's thoughts as thick as a lake of slurry. Vibrate.
"Salayan is here?! Where is he now! Bring him to me quickly!"
"No... no no no, wait a minute."
After the initial ecstasy, Bwonsamdi forced himself to calm down.
"Let's talk about the battle situation first. How is the progress of Muezala's attack on the maze? How is the loss of our heroic souls?"
The herald truthfully reported to Bwonsamdi, who was frowning: "Strange to say, Mu'ezala hurriedly tore open the space channel and left the other world earlier today, and never came back again. "
"Leaved? Looking in a hurry?"
Bwonsamdi's eyes showed a thoughtful look.
Mu'ezala's ability to control the power of death was superior to Bwonsamdi's. In the past few years of playing hide-and-seek with Bwonsamdi, he would forcefully tear open passages and leave the other world from time to time.
But I have never been away for several hours like today.
In order to prevent Bwonsamdi from escaping with the hostages, he would usually rush back within half an hour at most.
"Hmm..." Bwonsamdi stroked his chin thoughtfully: "Is there something major happening outside that he has to deal with personally? Is it Sarlayan's plan?"
Bwonsamdi witnessed Sharlayan's growth from youth to maturity, and watched him grow from a reckless fool at the beginning to the leader behind the scenes who single-handedly promoted the second Quicksand War.
He also witnessed the entire process of him teaming up with the Azsuna Night Watch to kill Hela's generals, liberating Suramar, surrendering Faldorei and the Moon Guard, and forcing Naga to sign a peace agreement.
As a Loa living in the mortal world and a god of the underworld worshiped by the Zandalari trolls all year round, Bwonsamdi has a deep understanding of the growth potential of mortals.
But Bwonsamdi had never seen someone who grew up at the speed of light like Sarlayan in his long history. Sarlayan's performance undoubtedly attracted his special attention, and he even did not hesitate to show his goodwill in advance to make investment.
Facts have proved that Bwonsamdi's early investment was correct, and he was rewarded at the most difficult moment.
Bwonsamdi, who was still injured, did not dare to be careless. In order to eliminate the possibility of Muezala setting a trap, he repeatedly asked the herald for details before finally making up his mind.
"Go and bring him."
The wound on Bwonsamdi's left arm has never been completely healed. The soul essence continues to slowly overflow. The faint blue light particles are floating and look beautiful, but this is not good news for Bwonsamdi.
Mu'ezala put too much pressure on him, and Bwonsamdi didn't even have time to sit down and heal his injuries. He could only run around in the cage like a hamster all the time, not knowing when this hide-and-seek drama would end.
Sarlayan's unexpected arrival gave Bwonsamdi a glimpse of the possibility of breaking the situation. With his intelligence, he had roughly guessed that Mu'ezala's departure should be related to Sarlayan's plan.
'I haven't seen you for a few years. Let me see how far you have grown, my mortal friend. '
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Perhaps because of the gift of immortality, Sharlayan became increasingly insensitive to the passage of time. He could not even remember the last time he met Bwonsamdi a few years ago.
But this question is not important to Bwonsamdi and Sharlayan, who are also immortal.
After a long separation, Bwonsamdi warmly gave Sharlayan a hug. As far as he knew, this was a friendly gesture that contemporary mortals were very fond of.
"Oh, Sharlayan, my dear friend, several years have passed, and I didn't expect you to still remember old Bwonsamdi. This touches me so much."
Sarlayan rolled his eyes angrily: "Okay, no need to be so grandiose. Since I have ventured to the Shadow Realm, I naturally won't let it go."
"Don't worry, I've already persuaded the Winter Queen to lay a dragnet against Drust and Mu'ezara, and I'm just waiting for you, the protagonist, to appear and end this drama."
Bwonsamdi knew Sharlayan well and knew that he never liked to boast, and what he said was what he said.
After learning from Sarlayan that Mu'ezala had entered the game, the burden that had been weighing on Bwonsamdi's heart for a long time was finally put down, and he felt the relaxation and freedom he had not seen for a long time.
"Hey~"
Rarely letting go of his guard, Bwonsamdi smiled bitterly and half-crouched on the ground in the troll's usual posture, pointing to the unhealed wound on his left arm.
"If it weren't for my lovely followers, I wouldn't have been caught by the boss and trapped in this stupid place, and I would have been injured because of it."
The scenes in the other world that Sarlayan witnessed along the way were just the tip of the iceberg. Along the way, he did not see any ordinary civilians in the other world. They were all combatants under Bwonsamdi's command.
It goes without saying that those civilians without combat effectiveness are protected by Bwonsamdi in the core of the other world where they are least likely to be discovered.
Shaking his head to put aside the complicated thoughts for the time being, Sarlayan said sternly to Bwonsamdi: "We will discuss the aftermath of the other world later. How is your injury? Can you still participate in the battle?"
Bwonsamdi moved his injured left arm: "It's not a big problem, as long as I'm not allowed to rush to the front line."
"That's good."
Sharlayan stretched out his hand to signal Bwonsamdi to start his performance: "You should know Lady Moonberry, right? She will help you tear open the space channel to the outside world."
"Time is running out and we must hurry up."
"Moonberry, please."
"Okay!" Yueberry deliberately rolled up her sleeves, raised her chin and said to Bwonsamdi: "You bastard, what are you waiting for? Get moving!"
