You’ve spent a day in Dazar’alor! What do you think of the city?”
In the box.
Bwonsamdi floats in the air.
The troll's own god of death seemed to be smiling and looked very kind.
"Can you tell old Bangsandi? Your Majesty, Bangsandi wants to know what you think of this city!"
Tonatiu looked at Bwonsamdi.
He was not surprised at all that He would appear in this city.
The troll Death has always been elusive. For his existence, it is likely that he can freely arrive wherever there are groups of trolls gathering.
As for how He got there...
Maybe this is the instinct of the racial death god, maybe he is another mirror image of the shadow country through the universe.
Come and go freely with the authority of Death.
Tonatiu does not want to pursue this point, and there is no need to pursue it.
But this question about Him...
"It's good and great."
"It's really busy."
"It's a very nice city."
After thinking for a while, Tonatiu said softly.
"Tsk tsk tsk~"
Bwonsamdi clicked his tongue.
He seemed a little dissatisfied with Tonatiu's answer.
"This is not enough. Far from it. Your Majesty, you are not honest enough. We are old friends! Old Bwonsamdi wants to know what you really think!"
Tonatiu was silent.
He looked around.
Bwonsamdi seemed to see his scruples, and the old guy laughed strangely: "Your Majesty, you and old Bwonsamdi are the same existence. Our conversation, unless he is the same as us and is still nearby. Otherwise, mortals are
can not hear."
"Like these cute little guys. They can only see us talking, but they don't know what we say!" Bwonsamdi smiled and pointed at the people next to him who were shocked and turned their heads to observe.
Tonatiu found that they seemed to really feel Bwonsamdi's presence, but they could not hear his conversation with him.
Does a divine being still have this ability?
As a new divine being in Azeroth, Tonatiu doesn't know much about this aspect of knowledge.
"Dazar'alor, I mean Zuldazar is very good. Zandalari is also very good." Tonatiu said softly.
"But no matter how good it is, it's not mine. And..."
"And what?"
Bwonsamdi asked expectantly.
"It's too old."
Tonatiu's tone became deeper.
"Like troll history. Too old."
"Aha! Bwonsamdi is very happy! Your Majesty, old Bwonsamdi is really happy!" The old guy looked very happy, shaking his head and smiling. "You think the same as old Bwonsamdi! This city
Too old! Too old! Too old to hold the position of old Bwonsamdi!"
The old guy became hysterical in a rare way, and as if in response to his emotions, a death storm blew up in the private room for no reason.
The terrifying and oppressive aura of the dead descended, making the other trolls and Sara except Tonatiu and Bwonsamdi turn pale.
Tonatiu frowned.
This Bwonsamdi, is he too complacent, or is he doing it on purpose? If he does this, who in Zandalari doesn't know that he is here?
With his power, not only the box, but also a small area nearby may be affected by his ecstatic power.
If there are any corpses around here, or some unlucky guy who is about to die.
Under the influence of the power of the Troll Death, which explodes after getting carried away, the corpse will turn into the dead; the unlucky guy who is seriously injured and about to die is expected to die immediately.
Shaking his head, Tonatiu clenched his fist.
An invisible energy ring spread from his body.
Instantly covering every space within a few dozen meters!
This energy ring is like a huge bowl, upside down above the tavern!
In an instant.
The death storm formed by Bwonsamdi's complacency, as well as all the unnatural energy within this small area, instantly dissipated as if they had never existed.
Death must retreat in front of materialists!
"Wow~"
The old guy screamed strangely.
"Your Majesty! This way of waking up is really uncomfortable! Old Bwonsamdi seemed to have been swept by a cold wind just now! What a cold force."
Tonatiu retorted: "If you do that, His Majesty Lezan will probably come in a while."
"Okay, okay." Bwonsamdi muttered, "I almost forgot that this is the territory of that muscular dragon!"
He restrained himself a lot.
"Your Majesty~"
He smiled and said: "Zundasa is too old! Zandalar is too old! So, what do you want to do?"
This guy showed it too obviously.
Reminiscent of His procrastination in the game plot when Rastakhan was in danger, and His all-out efforts to help Princess Zandara ascend to power and reform...
Tonatiu said: "I don't want to do anything. Let the old places and old things grow old slowly. But the decayed leaves can also be used as nutrients for new leaves, so they are not useless."
"It's so profound! It seems that His Majesty doesn't want to discuss this with old Bwonsamdi~" Bwonsamdi said.
Tonatius remained silent.
He may have ambitions to replace Zandalar, but not now.
What he saw and heard in Zandalar today made Tonatiu know that the desert trolls and he still have a long way to go.
This guy Bwonsamdi has been subordinate to Raizan for who knows how many years. He is probably frustrated and wants to cause trouble in Dazar'alor.
But that has nothing to do with him.
Tonatiu didn't want to get involved for the time being.
He is now trying to find a way to get help from Zandalari.
Unless Bwonsamdi can bring him more benefits than Zandalar aid.
Otherwise, they would have been allies.
Tonatiu stands in the position of a leader and the person in charge of a group, and he will never help Bwonsamdi do anything to Zandalari.
To use a saying that is very fashionable among goblins recently, that is: "Hey! Friends, you need to pay more!"
Seeing that Tonatiu didn't want to speak, Bwonsamdi suddenly became a little less interested.
"Your Majesty~"
"You are such a realistic troll! You should become a businessman! You have hurt old Bwonsamdi's heart! Old Bwonsamdi doesn't want to see you recently! Goodbye, Your Majesty~ Old Bwonsamdi is going back to my grave
Go and nourish the heart that was broken by you!"
Following his slightly unhappy and complaining voice, the figure of the troll Death disappeared from the room.
As soon as He disappeared.
The other trolls and Sara, who seemed to have been choked by their throats just now, all began to gasp loudly and sweat profusely.
Tonatiu looked at them.
Whether it was Sarah or the desert troll, both felt very uncomfortable.
Only the two Titans were better, but their faces were also a little bad.
This made him realize how powerful Bwonsamdi was. Just the power he revealed when he was excited and got carried away could make ordinary people feel so uncomfortable.
If he hadn't dispelled Bwonsamdi's storm of the dead, the strong men within a few dozen meters might have been in bad mood for several days, and those with weaker physiques would have probably been sick for several days.
If you are in poor health and sick, you will probably need to get a ticket in advance to see Bwonsamdi.
Bwonsamdi left unhappy.
But his question also reminded Tonatiu.
What should I do in Zandalar?
While the others struggled to regain their mental state, he pondered this question.
About a few minutes passed.
The people in this room, whether they are trolls or Sarah, are not ordinary people after all. Relatively speaking, they have better resistance, will and resilience.
The impact of the leak of Bwonsamdi's power finally slowly dissipated.
The one who was least affected was Zumul'an, who was originally Bwonsamdi's priest, and he was also the first to recover.
But after he recovered, Tonatiu asked him a question that made Bwonsamdi's favored people confused:
"Zumula'n, you and Zakaze should be familiar with Dazar'alor. Do you think there is any place in Dazar'alor that is suitable for business?"
