Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Garin closed his eyes and began to use his soul to sense the demonic essence in Zemlan's head.

Magic Essence, the abbreviation of Magic Essence, is not the white tadpole of the troll. When Garin used druids to lead Zul'Farrak in his previous life, those small trumpets always played such malicious jokes, which made Garin very disgusted.

It is also the foundation of the Loa gods. As long as their own magic essence is still intact, even if their bodies are destroyed, they will not die completely and can be reborn.

After Vol'jin's death on the Broken Shore, he absorbed Rezan's remaining essence within the Shadowlands and was reborn as a new Loa.

It can be seen that the importance of magic essence to the troll gods. Bwonsamdi is also very rich and trades this stuff everywhere. Judging from the trading objects such as the Soulflayer Hakkar, the Millhouse couple, the merchant Sai Aikosha and the pirate Zemlan, his customer base covers a wide range.

The amount of magic essence in Zemlan's head is not small, as big as an adult man's fist, and this magic essence is not a solid crystal, but a ball of active essence.

Yes, if the magic essence is solid, wouldn't it be like having a brain tumor in Zemlan's brain?

Garin controlled his soul and continued to explore the mojo, trying to find the connection between the mojo and Bwonsamdi.

Soon, Garin noticed the vague connection between the demon and the troll god of death.

He followed this line, and his soul seemed to be infinitely stretched and transmitted to the northeast of Wharton.

Just like riding a roller coaster, when Garin opened his eyes again, he saw a palace full of Zandalari troll style.

The palace looked quite dilapidated. Many buildings had collapsed, and the grey brick walls were covered with vines, making it look very desolate.

This ruined palace is shrouded in a thin layer of mist, which is a manifestation of the extremely strong power of death.

Above the fog, lines of troll souls were floating, moving forward aimlessly and mechanically into the depths of the palace.

In addition to the Zandalari trolls who stood upright, there were also trolls from other clans who had hunched backs.

Very familiar.

Garin recognized that this was the Hades Palace, the temple of the troll death god Bwonsamdi!

His divine power means that other Loa do not like him, which makes Bwonsamdi live in seclusion. His temple is not in the prosperous Dazar'alor, but in the swamp abandoned by the trolls in Nazmir.

But at this moment, apart from those translucent troll souls in this underworld palace, he did not see any trace of Bwonsamdi.

I've come to your lair through the Internet cable, why don't you come out to greet me?

Not polite!

You may be impolite, but I am a respectable man and cannot lose my manners, so Jialin shouted as he entered the main hall of the Underworld Palace.

"hello?"

"Is anyone here?"

"There are guests!"

On the center wall of the main hall hangs a troll-style bone mask.

There are two huge fangs at the corners of the mask's mouth, and the curved corners of the mouth always give the impression that it is smiling, and in that smile, there is a hint of cynical sarcasm.

Apart from the masks, there were no other decorations in the palace, and even the eternal lamps had been extinguished.

Tsk tsk tsk, it’s your own temple after all, you should pay more attention to it.

Bwonsamdi is a troll Loa with a strange personality. Although he looks like a troll, he always claims to be older than the trolls. In the history of the trolls, there is no record of how he became a Loa God.

The trolls only knew that this cunning god of death was a man who liked to offer all kinds of tempting conditions to get others to sign a contract with him in order to obtain their souls after death. To these souls, he was not polite at all and would mock them with his venomous nature.

The Zandalari trolls rarely believe in the god of death. Unless they are in mortal danger, they will abandon the Loa they usually worship and turn to pray to the god of death, asking him to protect them and escape danger.

"Bwonsamdi, I know you're home."

Garin continued to summon the Troll Death without giving up: "I also brought you a gift. Do you remember the Pirate King Zemlan who made a deal with you seven thousand years ago? I will help you get back the debt he owed you!"

Just when Garin was getting a little impatient, blue soul fire began to condense in the eye sockets of the bone mask on the wall.

Soon, a troll grew out of thin air behind the bone mask and floated in the air.

The troll was shirtless, with white stripes painted on his shoulders, chest and even waist. He wore ornaments made of animal teeth and skulls around his neck, a tattered black robe around his waist, and greaves made of bones on his legs.

"What are you doing with Lonely Old Man Bwonsamdi, man?"

"A deal, of course, old Bwonsamdi."

"Hahaha!"

After hearing Garin's answer, the Troll Death laughed out loud, even laughing so hard that he fell backwards.

"Look, the King of Stromgarde, the Lord of the Alliance, actually wants to make a deal with me? Is he still the fair, bright, and selfless King of the Paladins?"

"you know me?"

Garin remembered that he didn't have much interaction with the troll god of death.

Bwonsamdi stopped laughing, pointed at Garin with one hand, and put his hands on his waist: "Golden soul, there are not many such special beings in this world. Is it difficult to guess?"

The Grim Reaper approached Garin and stretched out his bone claws to pat Garin's shoulder, but Garin dodged by turning sideways.

Bwonsamdi didn't care, instead he said jokingly: "I think you are following the wrong Holy Light, man, if you want to change your beliefs, you must tell Bwonsamdi, understand."