Bwonsamdi knew very well what Tyrion wanted to take from Thor's corpse. It was a treasure that he really wanted to get. But the problem was that because the last time he colluded with Hela to snatch the loot was very bad, the reason why
The reason why there hasn't been a war between the two Death Gods is probably because of the relationship between Bwonsamdi and Odile.
This is equivalent to the peace between Bwonsamdi and Tyrion being built on a weak line. In this case, as long as Bwonsamdi is rational, he will not be willing to anger Tyrion again.
So proud.
"Tear it apart"
Accompanied by the sound of lightning flashing, Tyrion took out his hand from the coffin of the King of Thunder, and held a strange and exquisite mechanical heart in his hand. Judging from the size of the mogu, this thing was considered huge.
, in the hands of Tyrion, it is more like an enlarged version of football.
Just looking at the dazzling lightning wrapped around this mechanical heart, its exquisite and perfect shape and the blue energy flowing in it, you know that this thing is definitely not something that the engineering masters of Azeroth can make. This flowing heart
The heart of terrifying power is what Thor "stole" from the great guardian Rai.
Lai's heart...
The source of the power of the Great Guardian, a true divine object made by the Titans of the Pantheon. This is the second half of the story that Tyrion did not finish telling the Supreme Gods. The reason why the God of Thunder can rise from an unknown little warlord
, suddenly became the most powerful emperor in the entire Pandaria, and even the entire world, because he took away the power of a lesser titan from his creator.
Those enemies fighting Thor are equivalent to fighting a compromised Great Guardian... That is already the top power in Azeroth. Even Tyrion now dare not say that he will win surely.
, how could anyone else win?
"The Heart of the Guardian...comes from the pure power of Aman'Thul, the power of creation..."
Tyrion placed the mechanical heart in front of his eyes. Behind him, Bwonsamdi clenched his fists with an unwilling look on his face, while the other trolls looked at being held up by the great lord with eyes as if they were looking at fairy tales.
The heart of endless thunder and lightning.
"What is your expression? My friend Bwonsamdi."
The high lord put the thunder-wrapped heart into a special box. He looked back at the dark prophet Zul behind him, also known as Bwonsamdi. He saw the lonely expression on Bwonsamdi's face. Tyrion
With a chuckle, he looked back at the huge Thunder King who was lying in the sarcophagus and wearing thunder armor. In that complicated crown, he couldn't see the face of the God of Thunder, but it should be that of a mogu.
Face.
The high lord shook his head, stretched out his hand to close the coffin of the Thunder King, and then handed a cigar to Bwonsamdi.
The two chatted like close friends:
"Look, as you wish, I have handed over Thor and his legion to you. You have a reliable force to protect Odile. You should be happy...Why do you show yourself like this?"
Where’s his expression?”
The matter has been settled, and everything he planned has come to nothing. Bwonsamdi said unwillingly while using Zul's body to swallow the clouds.
"You are already strong enough, and with this heart of thunder and lightning, Hela is definitely no match for you. Maybe after you kill Hela, you will turn back and try to kill me... Why should I be happy? Could it be that after you kill Hela, you will turn around and try to kill me...
Is it because of my upcoming eternal silence?”
Facing Bwonsamdi's sour compliment, Tyrion shook his head. Between the light and death of the cigar, he took a puff of smoke. In the midst of the smoke mixed with the strange aroma, he said:
"No, I won't use this thunder heart myself. Not to mention that this Titan's power is not consistent with death. I also don't trust this kind of external power. I will use it on another guy. How?
What do you mean? Let’s return the property to its original owner in another form.”
"Then give it to me!"
Bwonsamdi whispered:
"I will exchange one-tenth of the land of Hades for this thing!"
"No change!"
The high lord simply rejected Bwonsamdi, who looked eager, and glanced at the troll Death:
"It's not that I don't care about your Hades Palace, it's because no matter what you want to use it for, in fact, you haven't discovered it yet, and you have a perfect substitute in your hands!"
"ah?"
Bwonsamdi's eyes widened:
"Why didn't I know I had another guardian heart in my hand? Wait...you mean..."
Seeing that Bwonsamdi understood what he meant, Tyrion nodded with satisfaction and said in a persuasive way:
"You just said that Uldir's guardian Tarok and the Virgin of Purity are going crazy. Since they are almost useless, why not "use them"? You see, Thor has proven his physical ability
Carrying the pure power of Titan is something that not just any Titan creation can do. In other words, if replaced with another Guardian Heart, he can also perfectly control that power... You understand me
Do you mean it?"
Tyrion patted Zul on the shoulder and said softly:
"Look, these so-called guardians are rigid and arrogant, so how can anyone of our own feel safe using them? The Titans are all dead, who will come to trouble you for this? You are just like Hela, and you are regarded as rigid.
Your vision is limited by your thinking, and you have two half-mad guardians by your side... Theoretically, you can even make two "Thor Gods"!"
"Perhaps Tarok's heart is not as powerful as Rai's heart, but as you can see, Thor cannot actually bring out 100% of the power of the Thunder Heart, so giving him a weaker one may have a better effect.
Okay?"
Tyrion's evil wisdom seemed to open a door to a new world for Bwonsamdi at this moment, but the troll Death was cunning. He looked at Tyrion suspiciously and whispered:
"You are not such a helpful guy. Why are you telling me this? What are you going to do?"
"first!"
The high lord became very patient at this moment, and he explained to Bwonsamdi in detail:
"First of all, I admire the soul of Thor. If it weren't for his soul in your hands, I would personally implement this idea. You know, I like those warriors who dare to resist fate! After Thor saw his fate,
Instead of obeying that cowardly future, he felt shame because of the collapse of his creator, Rai!"
"He would rather give relief to his cowardly creator with his own hands, and then shoulder the sacred responsibility on Rai's shoulders and maintain the order left by the Titans in his own way. He resisted fate and did not obey it like other Titan creations.
...This is a wild and unruly soul, a soul that I admire very much, so I am willing to give him a new path of destiny to walk on."
Tyrion flicked his fingers and looked at Bwonsamdi:
"Having said that, let me ask you, what do you want before you can give me the Thunder God's Soul in your hand? Soul? Safety, or territory? Just make any request...I am willing to do it for such a person.
The soul pays.”
"I also want to do this business, but the problem is that I can't do it..."
Bwonsamdi patted the sarcophagus beside him with some regret:
"The Zandalari priest who signed a covenant with the God of Thunder was not a believer of mine. According to the covenant, I can only retain the power of this soul, but have no power to transfer it... But after hearing what you said, I suddenly felt that maybe
I should invest more in Thor, maybe he will give me a surprise!"
"Well, that's a pity."
Tyrion shrugged:
"Secondly, although Elune and I are planning something, it is obvious that in the world I plan for the future, there is no place for these Titan Guardians. They are products of the previous era and should be at the end of this era.
Annihilation... The reason why I suggest you do that is because I am doing the same. Since they cannot fulfill their mission, they have no meaning of existence. I will reuse these "wastes" with great power.
..."
"Of course, in my way!"
"You are really a villain! They didn't provoke you!"
Bwonsamdi snorted:
"Just because they don't want to obey you, they have to die? You are so overbearing, you don't even give them a choice."
"Believe me."
Tyrion flicked the ashes of his cigar and whispered:
"I gave, and they chose death... That's it, and the reason why I am so generous to you is the last one, Bwonsamdi, the topic of Thor has been finished, let us talk frankly.
Let’s talk about the problems between us.”
The great lord's voice became serious:
"The world of death that was split apart by the big explosion ten thousand years ago must be merged into one. Your palace of Hades and Hela's abyss of hell must be merged into the new world of death! This is non-negotiable...
But compared to the conflicts between Hela and I, it’s not impossible for me and you to talk about it.”
"Of course you can use Thor and his legion as your new force. You can contact the Loa as much as you want to help you. You can even stand with the crazy woman Hela to fight against me. You see, I don't
I am not a domineering person, and I will not ask you to tie your hands and fight against me, so you can do whatever you want until my army finds the location of Hades, until you and I face each other with swords!"
"But if you choose to fight, then only one of us is destined to rule the two realms of death, and I believe that person will not be you!"
This unceremonious description made Bwonsamdi bar his teeth at Tyrion. The high lord didn't care about this. He stretched out his hand and stroked the blue mist in front of him, and his voice became gentler.
"Or, you can choose to stand on my side..."
"You and I will work together to get rid of Hela. After the death world is complete again, you can continue to be your troll god of death... You should know very well that I am not too interested in gathering souls, so you can continue
Live in your underworld and become a death walker representing the troll civilization under my command. I will not even give you orders...I am not interested in being a supreme king in the death realm, you should know..."
"I have a broader vision, I have a higher pursuit, Azeroth... This is just my starting point, not my end. What I want has no conflict with what you have now. You have always
Didn’t realize that.”
"You want me to obey you?"
Bwonsamdi's voice became cold and dry:
"You want me to kneel in front of you? Do you think that's possible?"
"I think it may not be possible. Does it have anything to do with whether this matter will succeed?"
The high lord didn't care, and waved his hand to open a death passage in the tomb in front of him. He looked back at Bwonsamdi:
"Before Hela dies, you have enough time to consider my suggestion. Bwonsamdi, don't be carried away by anger and face. You should know that I am giving you a way to go... You are mine
My friend, I will never forget the help you gave me, so I am willing to be lenient to you!"
"But this is the only chance..."
"There is something I must take away from the Isle of Thunder... After I take it away, that place will belong to you... Also, don't try to interfere with the order of life and death in Pandaria, Bwonsamdi..."
"I watched you, and I warned you!"
"Buzz"
The figure of the great lord disappeared into the tomb, and the blue deadly mist began to dissipate rapidly. After Tyrion disappeared, the surviving trolls could feel it, like a blade on their necks.
The breath disappeared and they could breathe freely again...
But no one did this, not even Princess Talanji.
Everyone is looking at the dark prophet Zul, or in other words, paying attention to the Loa who came here in Zul's body.
Whether they were willing to accept it or not, today, it was because of Bwonsamdi's appearance that they escaped from Tyrion... Their god of death saved them once again.
"Oh, you saw what you shouldn't have seen, and you heard what you shouldn't have heard... It's such a pity."
Dark Prophet Zul let out a long sigh. He turned around, looking at the Zandalari trolls in front of him with his cold and ruthless black eyes. In his left hand, between the dark and cold power, a black
The war spear appeared in Bwonsamdi's hand.
"No! No!"
Princess Talanji realized what Death was going to do. She struggled to get up with a pale face, opened her arms to block the front of her entourage, and shouted loudly:
"Wait until I get back! Bwonsamdi, I will immediately ask my father to launch an army to destroy the blood trolls of Nazmir! I promise!"
"oh?"
Bwonsamdi made a playful sound:
"Ah, you must have heard what Tyrion said. He is really a smart boy who knows how to choose between life and death... But why should I believe you?"
"Especially you, Talanji, you should know...my relationship with Ryzan is terrible!"
"Do you want life? Do you want to live?"
In the black eyes of Dark Prophet Zul, a cold fire bloomed at this moment. Bwonsamdi stretched out his left hand and said to the frightened trolls in front of him:
"Then, offer your faith..."
"What I ask for is just this, it's insignificant..."
