Chapter nine hundred and thirty eight: endless greed one
Woking drew a deep wound in his palm, and blood flowed out, soaking the dust of the corpse in the pot, completing the ceremony of summoning Bonsandy.
After doing all this, Woking took a deep breath and warned himself seriously:
"You are no longer the Woking in the past. You are the think tank that Thrall relies most on. The only hero in the tribe, the leader of the Dark Spear tribe. Yi Ran is a big shot. Your hands are covered with blood. This is very
Worth pride.”
However, when the hoarse voice sounded in my ears, Woking still trembled unconsciously and his heartbeat accelerated, which was the trembling engraved in his bones.
"Hi Woking, long time no see, you look pretty good."
The troll Death God Bonsandy appeared beside Woking, still in her cynical appearance. Bonsandy leaned forward and looked at Woking carefully with his little eyes:
"Oh, oh, what made you ignore Old Bonsandy, have you forgotten our deal?"
Woking's face darkened. This was the reason why he didn't dare to face Bonsandy. He said nervously: "Bonsandy, you already have Princess Taranji."
Bonsandy's mouth raised slightly, showing an evil smile, and said proudly:
"It is a happy thing to witness a little girl growing up with her own eyes. Taranji is a stubborn little princess. I like her unwillingness to admit defeat. She is really cute, like a fragile porcelain.
But that's not the reason you can escape from a deal."
Wojin was a difficult look and looked compassionate:
"Bonsandy, you should understand that Azeroth has encountered a serious crisis. I am working hard to save Azeroth and have no time to solve my personal affairs. I'm sorry, I'm still single now."
Bonsandy suddenly appeared behind Woking and laughed:
"No spouse, but that doesn't prevent you from thriving, right, Woking, especially with your prominent identity, countless women throwing their arms, you don't seem to be good at refusing."
Wojin was clever and his eyes showed horror.
Bonsandy stretched out his hand, pulled out one of Woking's hair, deliberately placed it in front of his nose, and said exaggeratedly:
"Let me smell it, what kind of women are they, you are fascinated by it, it is hard to refuse. Dark Spear Troll, Frost Troll, Forest Troll, Sand Troll, Gula Bash Troll, Zandala Giant
Demon, orc, centaur, tauren, bear monster, goblin, and there is a Forsaken. What can I do? Oh, no, I smelled a female mountain giant. My God, you
It's so amazing."
Wojin's face was hot, and she was extremely frightened, and she asked, "You are monitoring me."
Bonsandy smiled and said, "Woking, in my eyes, you will always be the child who never grows up. I am not interested in your colorful private life. Of course, you already have a lot of children, let me calculate it.
, is it one hundred and eight or one hundred and nine.”
Woking looked at Bonsandy in horror, and was also a little confused. Bonsandy smiled and said with a smile: "It seems that you don't know the existence of some little guys, but it doesn't matter. You sent out the favorite few you liked.
, kept in several secret places, and were taken care of by a dedicated person. He hid it from Thrall and all the orcs, but he couldn't hide it from Lao Bonsandy's eyes."
Wojin sat decadently on the chair. Everything about him was seen through by Old Bonsandy. He did not hide it. He could only ask helplessly: "So Bonsandy, what do you want?"
Bonsandy suddenly appeared in the front of Woking, staring straight into his eyes, and laughed:
"Old Bonsandy keeps his word. As long as you are a daughter, you don't have to know which one it is. When the days come, I will take her away, and serve me forever whether you are alive or dead."
The children who were sent away were brushing by Woking's eyes one by one, and no one seemed to be able to give up, so he said, "Bonsandy, what if I were willing to give you one more?"
Bonsandy was a little stunned, then understood and smiled:
"You are very generous, Woking, besides the one I like the most, there are also a few that are very cute. I hope it is a good deal, so what do you want me to do for you? Woking."
Woking said cautiously: "I want to know the weakness of the animal god Loa."
Bonsandy was silent, quiet for a long time, and asked curiously:
"Woking, this seems not to be what you should care about. Although the animal Loa is a group of wild animals, their strength is terrible. Several of them are unwilling to provoke them even by Lao Bonsandy. Well, who told you about them
There are weaknesses, even among the gods of Loa, there are only a handful of people who know this secret, and each one is as tight as a bottle."
Wokin dipped in his own blood and drew a symbol in the dust of the bones.
Bonsandy put away his usual hippie smile, with a serious and old-fashioned look:
"Woking, I thought I knew everything about you, but I didn't expect... You really shouldn't provoke such existence. Oh, I seem to have seen your premature death, but I can't receive you full of it.
A vibrant soul is really disappointing, but fortunately your daughter was born really well."
"Bonsandy, sometimes I can't help myself, and I can only care about the situation in front of me. As for what happened later..." Woking sighed sadly and asked, "Do you accept this deal?"
"certainly."
Bonsandy licked his lips and said with a smile:
"The contradiction between the gods of Loa is the distribution of souls. The fewer the gods of Loa, the more souls I will gain. Because of the tacit understanding and agreement between each other, we cannot hurt each other, but the conspiracy has never stopped. Look,
I rarely walk out of the Underworld Palace.”
Bonsandi crossed his legs and said seriously: "Like Loaresan, the kings of Zandala, his strong body is his most powerful weapon, but also his greatest weakness."
"The biggest weakness?" Woking showed a strong interest.
Bonsandy said proudly: "Although Lezan is powerful, she is too young after all. He doesn't know this secret himself. My power is hidden in his soul. Even a big demon like Archmond cannot take it.
My power is separated, while the power of the animal Loa is hidden in the body. As long as they destroy their bodies and pollute their souls, they will be done."
"How can I destroy the body of the animal Loa?" Woking felt that it was close to the answer.
Bonsandy stretched out his hand: "Who is the enemy of the gods of Loa in the Zandala Empire?"
"Blood Troll." Woking replied immediately.
Bonsandy nodded: "Gohorn, the god of blood, has mastered the mystery of flesh and blood. Gohorn's corruption power can make all animals Loa fall and decay."
Woking got what he wanted, and after paying a puny price, he finally grasped the weaknesses of the animal Loa.
Looking through the items you carry, Woking found a bottle of dirty blood.
This is the essence of the power of the Blood Troll. The Blood Troll is the common enemy of all the troll tribes, and hiding the power of the Blood Troll is a death sentence.
Unfortunately, he was unable to restrain Wojin. In secret, he was also studying the power of the blood troll.
Looking at the liquid flowing like a living thing in the bottle, Wojin murmured to himself:
"Maybe useful, maybe useless, but if you don't try it, how can you know?"