Troll

Bwonsamdi is not Rezan. He's shrewd and knows how to judge a situation. In his opinion, the trolls becoming a vassal race of the Alliance of Azeroth wasn't unacceptable. As an ancient troll Loa, he had personally witnessed the Zandalari royal family's desperate attempts to appease Azshara to avoid annihilation after their empire's defeat against the Night Elf Empire. With such lessons from the past, why not accept vassalage for the continuation of one's race? And the leader was this human.

Bwonsamdi mistakenly believed that Galen's kindness and tolerance toward the trolls stemmed from the attributes of the Holy Light, but in reality, Galen simply didn't care. The three troll branches had a combined population of only a few million. While they might not be actively suppressed by the Alliance, Galen's Heart of Origin commanded tens of millions of troops, capable of wiping them out in an instant. Such overwhelming strength was the foundation for Galen daring to recruit diverse races as his subordinates and enforcers. He wouldn't be like the Seleucid Empire, which saw five of its seven satrapies declare independence after just a dozen rounds of conflict, ultimately leading to its own demise.

As for Bwonsamdi's sincerity? The Troll Death God had already boarded his ship. He'd soon be heading to Zul'Aman or Zul'Gurub. When the time came, he could make a stop at the White City, and any loyalty issues would be easily resolved.

To further demonstrate his sincerity, Galen revealed a crucial piece of information: in the city of the Sandfury trolls, Zul'Farrak, there was another group of trolls who worshipped Mueh'zala. While traces of Mueh'zala were hard to find in historical records, Galen knew the only discernible clue—a stone tablet in ancient Zul'Farrak inscribed with: "Mueh'zala Yuitai, God of Death, Father of Sleep, Son of Time, Friend of the Night."

Upon hearing this news, Bwonsamdi grew anxious. He hurriedly dispatched priests to Zul'Farrak, ready to confirm the information and then directly eliminate Mueh'zala's followers. As Loa, their priests and followers were their arms and eyes. In Mueh'zala's case, it was because he had been in the Shadowlands ever since he'd allied with the Jailer. He had passed the mantle of Troll Death God to Bwonsamdi so he could devote more energy to planning to steal soul seeds from Ardenweald to gain greater power.

In all his years in Azeroth, Galen had never heard the trolls mention the Loa Mueh'zala. This was because Bwonsamdi was doing his utmost to eradicate the trolls' faith in his direct superior. At this moment, with the veil between life and death still solid, without believers in the mortal plane acting as a beacon, no matter how powerful Mueh'zala was, he could no longer project his influence from the Shadowlands into Azeroth. From this, it was clear that old Bwonsamdi wasn't someone willing to remain subservient.

The Rewards of Alliance

After Galen's consciousness returned from the Halls of the Dead, Zem'lan's head had turned to ashes, leaving only the ball of mojo shining with blue light. He then tossed the mojo to Tethys.

"Tethys, from today on, you will be Bwonsamdi's contact person until he departs for the White City."

Tethys took the mojo, an expression of understanding dawning on his face. "I promise to complete the task!"

Galen pondered for a moment, then retrieved 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 mojo by your side, you don't have to worry about becoming an undead mummy."

Tethys carefully took the two Blades of Dread, feeling a chilling aura spread from his palms throughout his body, but he quickly grew accustomed to it.

"Use this weapon with caution. The Dreadblade 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.

"Master, what should we do with the treasures on this Treasure Island?" Zasj waited until Galen had finished giving instructions before asking how to deal with the overwhelming golden wealth on the island. Even though there were abundant resources on the seabed, the Naga banshee was still shocked by the sheer amount of riches.

"We will allocate a portion of it as the start-up capital for Freeport. Each member of the Bloodsail team dispatched this time will be rewarded with 100 gold coins, and each of the advance team members who entered the port will be rewarded with 500 gold coins."

The Treasure Island was filled with extravagance, and Galen was quite generous with his rewards. "Sort the remaining treasures; I'll have the matrons come over to receive them!"

"As you command, Master!" Zasj waved her hand, and a group of Naga witches swam out of the sea and onto the reefs. Just as they were about to count the island's treasures, the sky suddenly darkened! A terrifying roar came from the northeast!

"Oh?" Galen looked in the direction of the roar but saw only a stretch of yellow sand.

"Zasj, you all continue to work. Tethys, you go to the port and appease the others." After Galen finished speaking, he summoned a magic carpet and flew towards the inland of Vol'dun!