Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 160: 58. The Way of the Loa: You are purifying the Destroyer. What does this have to do with me, the Black Wolf God? [55]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [5/5])
Amidst the earth-shaking collapse, the huge black wolf howled and fell on the wilderness of Gorgrond.

The defeat of the wolf leader should have caused the wolves to retreat in fear, but in the eyes of Diakum, who was panting while leaning on two swords, the surrounding wolves seemed to have been prepared. They were indeed retreating but not collapsing.

Led by the legendary sons of Lycanthos and the swift-moving werewolves, the wolf packs that had besieged the Evergrande Woods and even penetrated deep into the woods dissipated like the wind.

They let out roaring wolf howls one after another, and scattered as if they were broken into small pieces. Surrounded by the angry forest elves, they nimbly disappeared on this battlefield that had been completely activated. Only those demons who still didn't understand the situation continued to fight foolishly on the battlefield.

But without the wolves' numerical advantage, it was only a matter of time before these brutal creatures were knocked down and devoured by the animated trees.

The sentinel was the general in command, and he felt uneasy again from the wolves' strange reaction.

After recovering from the serious injuries in the battle with the Slayer with the healing power of the Archon of Light and the "breathing recovery" of the Wind of Resurgence, he stood up with two legendary blades in hand and looked at the giant wolf as big as a mountain behind him.

Lycanthos's body was covered with burns from the slashing and tearing of the Holy Blade of Light, as if it had been thrown into the low hell of a solar storm and rolled several times. Its black hair was on fire, making it look miserable and without the dignity of a demigod, but the fatal wounds that defeated it were on its neck and heart.

The demigod slash of the Flame Blade destroyed its bones and pierced the Wolf God's heart, which directly destroyed the super self-healing ability it should have possessed.

It lay on a land saturated with demonic blood and fervent devotion, the light in its eyes dimming, a sign of impending death. Its black wolf eyes reflected the approaching figure of Diak'um. In its mouth, several fangs missing, the Sentinel heard Lycanthos' whisper:
"Destroy my demonic body and take your victory, Draenei saint."

"You have no resistance to death at all. On the contrary, you are full of anticipation and relief. This makes me doubt your loyalty to the Burning Legion, Demon Wolf."

The Vigilant stared at it and said:
"Things about you are always so mysterious. I have a feeling this blow won't end your fate, but at this critical moment, can't you reveal a little about your plan? If you ask the executioner to help you escape, you'll have to pay him a reward, right?"

"Oh, I shall be free, that's all."

The Black Wolf God was unwilling to say more, and Diakum did not ask any further questions.

The message from the god Ansu has told him that the Burning Legion is besieging the city of Shattrath. Although the Fellowship of the Ring has sent the Guardian Ring back to the battlefield, the Vigilant feels that he should not waste too much time in Gorgrond.

The Doomsday Overlord has been longing for a "reunion with old friends" for more than 20,000 years, and today is the day. If he comes all the way across half the starry sky and fails to fulfill his wish, wouldn't it seem that Diak'um and the Draenei clan don't know how to entertain guests?
"Then may the Holy Light forgive your soul."

Diakum raised the Ashbringer.

The moment the Killer closed his eyes, he let the holy blade cut into the neck of the Demon Wolf Lord like an execution ground, and then cast the light into a sword in the explosion of holy flames, turning it into a forty-meter-long sword and slashing down. When Lecanthos did not resist, its demonic bones seemed to have lost its great power.

But it's not over yet.

Diakum's holy flame was driven into a burning fire that consumed the slayer's body.

This is a great demon. If its flesh and bones, which are full of fel energy pollution, are left here without being processed, it will definitely pollute the land of Gorgrond and even create a pollution source like the fel energy molten pool that goes straight into the core of the world.

However, just as the holy flames coiled around the huge corpse of the killer and burned it into a bonfire, the sentinels suddenly heard several strange laughs.

As he looked back in surprise, a very familiar troll-style mask wrapped in blue spiritual fire jumped into the material world, and as strange and vulgar troll slang songs were hummed, the cold power like light spots was sprinkled on the burning corpse of Lycanthos.

"Bwonsamdi?"

The Sentinel shouted in surprise:
"As a troll god of death, why are you here in Draenor instead of staying in Azeroth? Why did you show up right after Lycanthoth died? Did the Slayer make a deal with you?"

"Who's yelling and screaming there? I'm so scared!"

The jumping troll mask was so shocked by the scolding that it even stopped singing. It floated over and circled around Diakmu a few times, saying in a puzzled tone:
"Aren't you the strange hoofed person who followed that silly crow to wander around Ardenweald? It's only been a few hours, how did you grow into a half-giant? Is your race's growth so miraculous?"
No wonder you can see me with your naked eyes, it turns out we have met before!

But I'm curious, how did you know that besides my main job as a troll killer, I also have a side job called 'lending'?

Even though this guy was just a mask, just from that annoying voice, he could imagine a savage troll leaping before his eyes. Diakum ignored his teasing. He frowned as he looked at the smoldering corpse of the Slayer and said:
"What kind of deal did it make with you that requires you, a Death God from another world, to risk coming here to personally collect its corpse and send its spirit? No, Lycanthos is a great demon. The demons I killed cannot go to the Twisting Nether to be resurrected!

Whatever deal it made with you, you shouldn’t be able to honor it.”

"Tsk tsk, that's underestimating me, isn't it?"

Bwonsamdi is also an old acquaintance of all the hardcore fans. This guy has a friendly personality and is not as aloof as other demigods. Although he is an out-and-out villain, he is very down-to-earth.

Facing Diakum's doubts, the Troll Death snorted and said proudly:

"The purifying power bestowed upon you by the Holy Light is indeed formidable. It can actually sever the connection between the demons and the Twisting Nether. This is rarely seen in the astral sea. But what if Lycanthos had already signed a contract with the Kingdom of Death before being purified by you?

Humph, to tell you the truth, sir, I am not here to bury the body today, I am here to collect interest!

The transaction has already been completed, and the weak Bwonsamdi was just a pitiful intermediary. A small death god like me is not capable of leading such a major event as the "transfer of household registration" of a demigod with a rough fate.

What's more, you are a person with limited knowledge!

The prerequisite for you to purify the demon's soul is that the other person must have a complete soul, but does Lycanthos have a soul?

It's a fart!

It was merely a shadow born from Goldrinn's dark mind. Even if it was stripped away by the great demon of the Burning Legion and shaped by fel energy, it was not enough to create a complete soul for it.

How can you purify something that never existed in the first place?

Alas, I have said too much, but I think you have already understood what Lycanthos is doing.

Ah, freedom, a thing of little value, a thing of a thousand gold.

The Burning Legion's Great Demon Slayer is dead, but the Loa's spirit, Lycanthos, is alive! With the help of you, the 'noble', it has permanently broken free from the shackles of the evil energy with an exquisite deception and returned to the Holy Land of Death to grant the authority of the god of death.

From now on, those lonely green-skinned orcs will be protected by the gods, so that their foul-smelling souls will not be left with nowhere to go.

Hey, our Loa are really awesome."

Amid Bwonsamdi's convulsive screams and chants, the Vigilantes finally pieced together the last piece of the puzzle of the Black Wolf God's plan.

This sounds incomprehensible and is indeed incredible, but the facts are before us. For Bwonsamdi to travel thousands of miles to Draenor to personally deal with the matter, it is a foregone conclusion that Lecanthos will leave the Fel and join the Faction of the Dead.

But the problem is also here.

It is just a big demon. Although it has penetrated deeply into the Force, it cannot accomplish such a great task of force conversion by itself. And according to what Bwonsamdi said, Lecanthos immediately became the "God of Death" of the Demon Blood Orcs after he turned into "Hell".

There is definitely a "master" behind this.

"Swish"

While he was thinking, he felt a pair of cold hands on his shoulders.

Behind him, the troll mask transformed into the classic image of a troll death god, pale, tattered, wearing a bone mask, with messy hair and a somewhat unkempt appearance. Bwonsamdi leaned over the sentinel's ear, blew the cold wind of death, and whispered to him:

"You are thinking about something very dangerous, Hoof Man. Do you want to know who helped Lycanthos achieve the status of the God of Death of his race?

Bwonsamdi can tell you, as long as you make a small 'deal' with Bwonsamdi, this is a rare opportunity. Beloved by the Holy Light, are you willing to taste the flavor of Bwonsamdi's magic essence? "

"No, I have no plans to change tracks for now. The Holy Light has been very good to me."

Diakum whispered:
"As for who helped the Slayer secretly accomplish this great deed, I have a terrifying and chilling guess. It seems that my strike over 20,000 years ago sent a formidable 'guest' to the Shadowlands. Honorable Bwonsamdi, could you please send a message to Lycanthos for me?"

"Hey, you idiot! You have to pay for help."

Bwonsamdi returned to his troll mask and circled around Diakam several times, wrapped in spiritual fire. He spoke in a long voice:
"Bwonsamdi doesn't do business at a loss. I can deliver the message, but it requires ten powerful souls! The demons you purify will be annihilated, so it will take some effort to complete this task.

If you don't pay your debt, little draenei, just wait for Bwonsamdi to give you a hard time in every nightmare of yours. Well, Bwonsamdi has a feeling that we will meet again in another world.

That's my home turf!

"Speak now, what do you want to say to Lycanthos, who has now gone to the Holy Land of the Dead to recuperate and await the call of his followers? A harsh threat? Or the sarcasm of a victor?"

"neither."

The Vigilant shook his head and said:

"Since it has become the god of death for the green-skinned orcs, it is destined to watch over those violent destroyers just like you watch over the trolls. It is destined not to let the green-skins seek their own death. Once the last believer of the Loa dies, it will mean its own demise.

In that case, let Lycanthos fulfill its duties.

I don't expect the greenskins to do anything good, but at least I won't let them fall further down the path of depravity."

"Hey, you truly are a kindhearted person of the Holy Light. You even care about the fate of your enemies. Alright, alright, Bwonsamdi will help you pass on the message. Remember to settle the account!"

The spiritual fire surrounded the troll mask, and in the burning, a troll-style "spiritual bone" magic weapon fell off, and Diakum reached out and took it in his hand.

He wants to give ten souls to Bwonsamdi and use this special tool to communicate.

The fact that he was able to keep this thing shows that old Bwonsamdi, whose main job is to be a racial death god but who likes to lend money all over the starry sea, has already regarded Diakum as a "trading partner". They are bound to deal with each other many times in the future.

Amidst the shaking of the ground, the Sentinel put away the spirit bone and glanced at the message on the character card: "Legendary Talent [Titan's Grip] Obtained!"

He smiled, very satisfied with this unexpected surprise, and turned back to look at Yongmao's father who came here riding the ancient ancestral thorn beast lord "World-Eater" Tayara. Nargal was riding on the saddle of the demigod thorn beast, and the wooden spear in his hand was stained with the blood of the devil.

The entire battlefield was littered with corpses. Although the wolves and demons were repelled, Yongmao Forest also suffered heavy damage today.

"Your city is under attack by demons."

Yongmao's father said:
"Do you need us to help?"

"Of course, the Burning Legion's invasion of a world is never a simple decisive battle. The demons have discovered this place and come here, and they will send vanguards here at all times."

The Vigilant said:

"The Alliance of K'ure needs victory today, and an 'old friend' of mine is waiting for me in Shattrath City. I have to go to keep the appointment. Please lead the army of forest elves and thorn beasts along the land route, clearing out and destroying the demonic troops along the way. We will reunite on the battlefield."

"Take this, Vigilant."

Nargal called out to Diakam, who was about to head to the battlefield after summoning the Sun Wings. It waved its roots and sent the Guiding Light Battle Armor that Diakam had previously replaced towards him, saying to him:

"I used the growing vines of Evergrove to repair and strengthen this armor for you. Consider it a gift from the Evergrove to our companions. You helped us kill the great demon that invaded the Evergrove. You are now a friend of Evergrove."

The Sentinel wasn't polite either. He looked at the armor, which was adorned with vines in addition to the original celestial gold and naaru crystal. The forest elves had used a special method to "activate" the armor to a level that could adapt to Diakum's half-giant size. They also gave it a rare high-intensity natural resistance, so that Diakum no longer had to worry about being harmed by ordinary toxins.

This is indeed what he needs most at this moment.

It's not that I'm a saint being pretentious, it's just that having to fight naked in every battle is really too embarrassing.

He nodded, then put on new armor and rode the Sun Wing into the sky, looking back at the tragic battlefield below.

The dead plant life on the battlefield has turned into roots that penetrate the earth. In the cycle of life, they devour the corpses of the surrounding magic wolves and demons as nutrients to make their seeds grow rapidly, while eliminating the filth of these evil life forms on the earth.

At the call of Father Yongmao, the dead forest spirit warriors and the original ancestral beasts were "resurrected" one after another.

So, the army of plants set out again with high spirits.

Their roots trampled the earth, and their rage would devour the demons. Finally, the weakest link of the Alliance of K'ure was filled. With the addition of the forest elves, the anti-demon coalition in Draenor would no longer lack fierce and determined warriors.

"What did that sinister Bwonsamdi say to you just now?"

As Diakum flew into the sky and turned into a flaming meteor, heading towards Shattrath City, the voice of the god Ansu rang in his ears, asking in a strange tone:

"Did that guy offer you a deal too?"

"Also? Did it make a deal with you? No, Ansu-sama, stay away from Bwonsamdi!"

The Vigilant shook his head and warned:

"That guy is the most cunning and despicable person that could be born in the Death Realm. His 'loan customers' are spread across every corner of the starry sea, but if you can't repay your debt to him, the 'debt collectors' Bwonsamdi can find are much more vicious than you can imagine.

You may have the reputation of being 'intelligent and cunning,' but believe me, you can't beat old Bwonsamdi. Compared to him, you, a licker, uh, infatuated person, are far behind in every aspect."

"But smooth-talking Bwonsamdi told me, 'Crap, it says it has connections in Ardenweald! It can help my Rukhmar jump the queue and be resurrected early. As long as I give it 999 souls as a fee for the connection, I might only need a few hundred years to see the resurrection of the Sun Spirit."

Old Ansu said excitedly:
"That guy does look like a well-connected broker, so you think..."

"you were fooled."

At this moment, Diakum felt really sad for the old licker's brain and wallet. He sighed and said:
"Bwonsamdi wasn't lying to you. He does have connections in Ardenweald and can even speak to the Winter Queen. But the problem is that the Spirit Seed Garden used to resurrect demigods has long been abandoned, and now all demigods cannot be resurrected.

This kind of change in the environment is simply not something that a liar of old Bwonsamdi's level can handle. It would be better if his terrifying "adoptive father" came forward.

Stop wasting money.

Leave some wealth for your Rukhmar."

"Humph! Those blue-skinned people who talk bad about others behind their backs and do evil things are the most despicable!"

Just as Diakum was trying to persuade the honest man not to believe the "death scam call," Bwonsamdi's voice suddenly rang in his ears, carrying a hint of malice:
"Diachem! You will never taste the magic essence of old Bwonsamdi again. Lycanthos also asked Bwonsamdi to bring you a message. Listen carefully.

It says that the greenskin orcs are no longer a problem on Draenor, and after the Alliance of K'ure defeats the war horde, it will take them away, and the wolves will retreat wherever you go to thank you for the 'freedom' you give them.

In addition, because you ruined my good business, the debt of ten souls just now has doubled to one hundred!

Ah, where can Bwonsamdi find a high-quality client like Old Ansu who is easy to cheat? With his infatuation with Rukhma, Old Bwonsamdi is sure to cheat him out of all his property within a few years. I like clients who are good at bootlicking dogs the most.

What a great business! It’s all your fault! "

Ps:

Currently owed 120+20.
(End of this chapter)