Chapter 1190: Wharton's Great Change
Bwonsamdi is not Rezan. He is smart and knows how to judge the situation.
In his opinion, it was not unacceptable for the trolls to become a vassal race of the Alliance of Azeroth.
As an ancient troll Loa, he witnessed with his own eyes how the Zandalari royal family did their utmost to lick Azshara in order to avoid being destroyed after the Zandalari Empire was defeated in the war with the Night Elf Empire.
With the lessons learned from the past, why not act as a vassal race for the continuation of the race?
And the leader is this human being.
Bwonsamdi mistakenly believed that Galen's kindness and tolerance towards the trolls was brought about by the attributes of the Holy Light, but in fact Galen just didn't care.
The three troll branches have a population of only a few million. They may not be suppressed by the Alliance, but with the tens of millions of troops under the command of the Heart of Origin, Garin can wipe them out in an instant.
The powerful strength is the basis for Garin to dare to recruit people of different races as his subordinates and thugs.
He would not be like the Seleucid Empire, which after a dozen rounds at the beginning had five of its seven subordinates declare independence and then turn around and destroy itself.
As for Bwonsamdi's sincerity?
The Troll Death has already boarded his ship, so he will have to go to Zul'Aman or Zul'Gurub. When the time comes, he can stop by the White City, and any loyalty issues will be easily resolved.
In order to let old Bangsang see his sincerity, Galen revealed a piece of information: in the city of the Sandfury trolls, Zul'Farrak, there is also a group of trolls who believe in Mueh'zala.
It is difficult to find any trace of Mueh'zala in the past history, but Garin knows the only traceable information. A stone tablet appeared in the ancient Zul'Farrak, on which was written: "Mueh'zala Yuitai, God of Death, Father of Sleep, Son of Time, Friend of the Night".
Upon hearing the news, Bwonsamdi became anxious and hurriedly sent priests to Zul'Farrak, ready to confirm the news and then directly kill these Mueh'zala's followers.
As Loa, their priests and followers are also their arms and eyes.
In Mueh'zala's case, it's because he's been in the Shadowlands ever since he hooked up with the Jailer.
He passed the position of the Troll Death to Bwonsamdi so that he could have more energy to plan to steal soul seeds from Ardenweald to gain greater power.
In all his years in Azeroth, Garen had never heard the trolls mention the Loa of Mueh'zala. This was because Bwonsamdi was doing his utmost to eliminate the faith of the trolls in his immediate superior.
At this moment when the curtain between life and death is still solid, without the believers in the real plane as a beacon, no matter how powerful he is, he can no longer project his power from the Shadow Realm into Azeroth.
From this we can see that old Bwonsamdi is not someone who is willing to be inferior to others.
After Garin's consciousness returned from the Hades Palace, Zemlan's head had turned into ashes, leaving only the ball of magic essence shining with blue light.
He then threw the magic essence to Tethys.
"Tethys, from today on you will be Bwonsamdi's contact person until he leaves for the White City."
Tethys took the magic essence, and an expression of "I understand" appeared on his face: "I promise to complete the task!"
Garin pondered for a while and took out a pair of golden scimitars from his collection bag.
"Bwonsamdi has lifted the curse on Zem'lan Harbor. It will be built into a free town. I plan to hand it over to you to manage. I will also give you these two Dreadblades to use. With Bwonsamdi's magic essence by your side, you don't have to worry about becoming an undead mummy."
Tethys carefully took the two Blades of Dread, and felt a chilling aura spread from his palms to his whole body, but he soon got used to it.
"Use this weapon with caution. The Dread Blade craves blood. When you use it to kill a creature, it will also increase your strength for a short period of time. Don't let the power blind you."
Tethys listened carefully. He didn't want to become a madman like Eliza Thornblade before.
"Master, what should we do with the treasures on this Treasure Island?" Zora waited until Garin had finished giving instructions before asking how to deal with the golden wealth on the island. Even though there were abundant resources on the seabed, the Naga banshee was still shocked by the overwhelming wealth.
"We will allocate a portion of it as the start-up capital for Free Town. Each member of the Bloodsail team that is dispatched this time will be rewarded with 100 gold coins, and each of the advance team members who enter the port will be rewarded with 500 gold coins."
The Treasure Island was filled with extravagance, and Garin was also quite generous with rewards.
"Sort the remaining treasures, I'll have the matrons come over to receive them!"
"As you command! Master!"
Zora waved his hand, and a group of Naga witches swam out of the sea and onto the reefs.
Just as they were about to count the treasures of the island, the sky suddenly turned dark!
A terrifying roar came from the northeast!
Ok?
Jialin looked in the direction of the roar, but saw only a stretch of yellow sand.
"Zora, you guys continue to work, Tethys, you go to the port and appease the others."
After Garin finished speaking, he summoned a magic carpet and flew towards the inland of Wharton!
