World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Just after Nelgo left, Bwonsamdi asked Sen'jin with a smile, "Did you hear everything?"

Senjin nodded.

"Then are you willing to participate in this deal?"

Senjin naturally replied to Him and said, "I do."

Everyone knows that among the jungle trolls in Stranglethorn Valley, the Darkspear trolls are at the bottom of the despise chain. Because they are not barbaric and cruel enough, all the trolls like to bully them. Otherwise, there would be no Darkspear trolls after joining the tribe in the plot. The spear troll returns to Stranglethorn Vale for revenge.

"Very good." Bwonsamdi was very satisfied. He nodded, astonishing magic power surged in his hands.

An ancient and powerful magic flowed through Senjin's body.

"Senjin, come and accept your nature." Bwonsamdi's huge figure was behind him. Bwonsamdi bent forward and looked at Sen'jin, who was blessed by his divine power, "Become my shadow hunter, and then use my divine power to make the jungle trolls rule the world again."

"Humans? Elves? They will all be completely wiped out by the Darkspear clan, and their flags will be planted in every inch of land once owned by the trolls - as long as this is your wish."

Bwonsamdi likes Sen'jin's current appearance very much. A shadow hunter is far more respected in troll society than a witch doctor. They are the spokespersons of the gods, and this kind of respect can help Sen'jin unify to the greatest extent. In Stranglethorn Valley, even the conquered must serve respectfully to the spokesmen of the gods.

"Where is your son?" Bwonsamdi looked at Senjin, who looked a little old after being transformed by divine power, and explained: "Don't worry, aging is temporary. As long as there are disputes and turmoil, I will not be stingy with the power of my soul. Extend your life."

How can there be any shadow hunter who dies of old age?

Sen'jin paid no attention to what Bwonsamdi said about his lifespan; he only heard Bwonsamdi asking about his son.

Does Bwonsamdi want his soul now?

"Sorry, Death, my son..."

"No, no, no." Bwonsamdi shrugged and patted his face thoughtfully, "Old Bwonsamdi will not take away your child's soul, not even if it is yours. I've been slapped in the face enough times, you will benefit me more alive than dead."

Why do you want to die? Pay tribute to Muezala?

If Wo'jin is not dead, the boss won't say anything, but if Wo'jin dies but his soul does not belong to him, the boss will be angry.

ps: Mu'ezala is called the boss by Bwonsamdi because Bwonsamdi was once his priest.

"Forget it kid, you don't want him to come see me. I understand. Who would like to see the God of Death?" Bwonsamdi showed a funny smile, "But no matter what, everyone will agree with me sooner or later. Meet."

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One year after the Dark Portal opened, it was also one year after Bwonsamdi blessed Senjin.

In Zul'Gurub, a witch doctor was a little uneasy. Ever since there were rumors that the undead came out of the cemetery a few days ago and began to attack trolls, many tribes have lost contact. Bloodcaps and Skullsplitters, which were active in the past, The tribe seems to have disappeared now.

As a witch doctor, he always felt that there might be a troll spellcaster or a god behind this.

"Bless the Soul Reaver." As a Gurubashi troll, many people still believe in Haka, who is almost labeled as an evil god in the eyes of outside trolls.

And he was not the only one who had the same idea. Mandokir, the governor of the Gurubashi tribe and known as the Blood Lord, wandered in the room.

After a while, he called a guard, "Help me ask those witch doctors about the recent resurrection of the dead, especially Bwonsamdi...I mean the believers of the God of Death." Mandokir After giving the order many times, he wondered what effect all this would have on Zul'Gurub.

After the guards left, he searched the entire city, but did not see any believers of the God of Death, as if they had collectively sacrificed themselves to the God of Death.

"What did you say? They're all gone?" Mandokir's face was solemn. It was really broken now. As expected, Bwonsamdi was responsible for this. So why did he do this?

He doesn't usually make deals with others...

Wait, could it be the Darkspear tribe? Mandokir thought of that inconspicuous small tribe. Among their tribes, the most people believed in Bwonsamdi.

Maybe Bwonsamdi answered their prayers or made a deal with them.

Mandokir gritted his teeth. The power of the death god was obviously not something they could handle.

The Gurubashi is not blessed by gods.

"Guards, hurry up, go to the Darkspear tribe and tell them that the Gurubashi trolls are willing to ally with them and transfer half of the land in Stranglethorn Valley to them..."

But not long after the guards left, Mandokir suddenly collapsed on the ground.

The sky has darkened, and the air seems to have turned dark blue. Is the God of Death coming?

As he thought, the air began to gather and gradually turned blue and then black.

Two troll-like souls appeared in front of the Blood Lord. Mandokir looked up and saw one of them he knew, or perhaps all the trolls knew.

And who is the other one?

The troll had white beard and disheveled hair, a pure gold Bwonsamdi mask on his face, two sharp blades in his hands, and an ominous aura of death flowing around his body.

Looking at Mandokir, he sneered, "Is this the master of Gurubashi?"

Bwonsamdi grinned, "This title will belong to you in a while."

"No." Senjin replied: "It belongs to the tribe."

Bwonsamdi was a little unhappy, but didn't say anything. It was obvious that Sen'jin thought he could suppress him by using the name of the tribe, but...

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Forget it, all he wanted was the one million souls anyway, and the faith of the Trolls in Stranglethorn Valley didn't matter at all.

Mandokir said nothing, there was only hatred in his eyes.

He knew that he would not escape death today, but when he died, his soul would be parasitic...

"Don't think so much." Bwonsamdi said in a sincere tone, "Even if you die, you are still under my control. I will never be negligent and leave you in this world."

grass.

Mandokir was silent for a moment. He stood up and wanted to look at the city outside. Bwonsamdi and Senjin did not stop him.

Suddenly, the sky above the city was covered by shadows, and the souls of the dead were wandering on the streets of the city.

"Are they all dead?"

"Trolls who are willing to accept the leadership of the Darkspear tribe will survive." Senjin said: "After all, we are the same tribe."

Mandokir nodded.

Senjin stared at him and said: "In the beginning, I also wanted to coexist peacefully with you, but you did not cherish this peace. Now I have received the oracle and the king's order, and he and he asked me to unify this land."

Sen'jin suddenly burst into flames, and the sharp blade in his hand cut open Mandokir's forehead.

There was a sound of bone cracking, Mandokir fell at his feet, and Senjin also showed a satisfied smile.

After taking off Mandokir's head, he walked out of the room. The battle outside was over. Senjin raised Mandokil's head high and shouted: "Brothers, compatriots of Gurubashi! Mandokil is dead. Don’t resist, don’t hate, we are not here to kill, what we are doing is not massacre, but to unify Stranglethorn Vale, expel the shameless humans, and let the jungle trolls rule the world again.”

"Now, the one beside me is the God of Death. The God of Death has told me to kill the humans who invade our land and let them see the wrath of the trolls!"

After the death of the warlord and the appearance of the gods, the black shadows dispersed and released the light of the moon.

The trolls held their weapons high, suppressing fear and hatred, and only rising in rage against humans.