I have never experienced such a refreshing and refreshing feeling in my whole life.
He even felt that the system in his mind was praising him and singing for him for the first time.
The blood in his body was even trembling with excitement.
War and conquest, this is his destiny!
It is also the fate of Azeroth!
At this moment, Tonatiu had a clear understanding that when he defeated and conquered a certain number of regions and enemies, something incredible and beyond imagination might appear in the system.
When he realized this, his whole mind became extremely clear.
To use a more earthly term, it means that one’s thoughts are clear.
There are 8 assassins in total.
Two humans, three goblins, and three trolls. One of the humans was directly killed by his sword, and the other human was kicked to death by him.
The remaining goblins and trolls chose to surrender sincerely, well... they just chose to surrender cowardly.
They were kicked to the ground by the trolls who came after them, and were tied up.
"Take him back."
Tonatiu said calmly.
Then he saw the Zandalari envoy Lal stepping forward with a worried look on his face. He waved to the envoy:
"The desert is not a place for you to stay for a long time. Servers of Paku, go back to Zandalari Island. Report to the Prophet and His Majesty the God King, and tell them to wait and see, the Falaki Empire is about to reappear!"
Lar wanted to say something.
Tonatiu left his back and ignored the Zandalari envoys.
One of Lal's men stepped forward and whispered in his boss's ear: "Sir, he is so rude. You are a nobleman of Zandalar... He can't do this!"
Lal glanced at this subordinate.
But he didn't say anything. Instead, he put his finger to his mouth and whistled loudly: "Boo!"
The three pterosaurs flew to them from Dezla Post, and Lal rode on the tallest and strongest pterosaur without saying a word.
"go back!"
Lar said loudly.
"I want to go back to Zandalar!"
The two men glanced at each other, and then quickly followed Lar's movements, riding on the large pterosaur and leaving quickly.
In the camp.
Tonatiu watched as the three goblins shouted and were stuffed into a makeshift cage.
He walked into a tent alone.
"Xal'atath, there are things I don't want you to know. I'm sorry."
Before Xalatas could react, Tonatiu activated his materialist aura, blocking the gaze of the ancient god.
The materialistic aura is what he calls his unreasonable ability to avoid demons.
This ability cannot even be realized in the system. There is no description of this ability in the system's attribute panel and skill panel.
Tonatius guessed that maybe this was his real talent.
The system is bound to his soul and can only be regarded as an external object. The materialistic aura is different. It is always there. It can even be said that his soul and body are the aura itself.
The only thing that's not so perfect right now is that he can control this aura, but it's very difficult to control it.
Even if he exercises deliberately.
So far, at best, the aura has only spread to the weapons that are in contact with his body, or the parts of his body that are in contact with him.
If this ability can really be turned into a halo, the scope of influence can be expanded, such as the one that spreads throughout Silvermoon City or Dalaran.
That way, Tonatiu will feel that he is truly invincible.
Take a deep breath.
Tonatiu compressed the energy of the materialist halo into his body as much as possible. He opened his hands and shouted silently into the empty air: "Bwonsamdi!"
A moment.
The air in front of him began to twist.
The simple desert tent was occupied by a dark purple-black void, and a desolate and desolate altar filled with the breath of death appeared in front of him.
This is the underworld of the troll god of death.
A guy who clearly had no expression, but whose look made Tonatiu think he was smiling a lot, was lying on the altar looking at him carelessly.
"Man. I missed you so much. You finally remembered old Bwonsamdi. Why, I heard that Zandalari was looking for you. Which Loa did they recommend to you? Which Loa did you choose to be the Supreme?"
Tonatiu called out Bwonsamdi.
Bwonsamdi is probably the most feared name among the Zandalari trolls, and indeed any troll tribe.
Any living person in the troll territory will have to face Bwonsamdi, the god of death, at the end of their lives.
While his deals and ridicules can bring temporary help, they inevitably carry heavy obligations.
But in fact, this troll god of death is one of the strongest among the Loa that many trolls believe in.
Bwonsamdi is afraid of Zandalari High Lo Arazan, but how can Razan not be afraid of him!
After the death of Raizan, the God-King chose the troll Death without hesitation when it came to the choice of High Loa.
This shows His power.
Previously at the Shaper's Stand, it was Bwonsamdi's curiosity that prevented the souls of Kezra and the others from being taken to the realm of death.
Finally, through the energy of the Titan device, with the help of the system, he transformed into a Titan.
Tonatiu and Bwonsamdi have a temporary agreement.
"I will unite the Falaki Empire. A new empire will rise from the ruins of Falaki."
He said to the troll: "I think you will be on my side!"
"Man! Of course there is no problem! But why should I help you? Unless you let me be your Supreme Loa!"
"Okay! Come on, make a contract with me!" Tonatiu stretched out his hand towards Him.
Death reluctantly came to touch him.
"Don't do that, man. I don't want to touch you, you're a weirdo."
"If you don't touch me, how can we reach a contract? How can I make you my Supreme Loa?"
"You have captured old Bwonsamdi's weakness. This makes old Bwonsamdi angry and helpless."
Bwonsamdi jumped down from the altar in his Hades palace and circled around Tonatiu.
"You're weird. Bwonsamdi can't do anything to you, but Bwonsamdi likes you. I've never seen a troll like you."
Tonatiu said innocently: "I sincerely invite you to become the Supreme Loa of Zutona. But you refused. You don't want to touch me."
"Hey! Don't be like this, we are all smart people!" Bwonsamdi screamed repeatedly, as if he was very unhappy, "The agreement comes into effect. I will help you, but what about my benefits?"
"I am willing to use the power of faith to exchange the soul of Zul'Tona's troll after his death with you. The soul of Zul'Farrak, that is your item."
"It doesn't sound bad. Old Bwonsamdi is a little moved."
"Deal! Wait, man, what do you want to do with your hand?!"
“After a deal is concluded, don’t we all have to give high-fives and swear an oath?”
