"Your Majesty, you are doing this. Old Bwonsamdi is really full of mixed feelings. I don't know how to face you!"
Ordinary trolls cannot see it, but they can feel the arrival of a great being. In the invisible realm, Tonatiu and Bwonsamdi are negotiating.
It's actually not difficult for a troll to summon Bwonsamdi.
As long as a few prerequisites are met, even ordinary trolls can see Bwonsamdi's face.
First, a troll must die, preferably multiple trolls. Bwonsamdi is the destination of all things for the trolls. He is responsible for collecting the souls of the trolls. Wherever there are troll souls, of course he is also there.
Even if it is not his true body, at least he is his spiritual incarnation.
Second, his palace of the underworld is nearby. For example, Zuldazar, even if no trolls die, he will be nearby.
Third, the troll who summons him must have a certain status. At least he must be a chief or something.
Fourth, ordinary trolls can also want to see Bwonsamdi. But this troll must have a strong will and spirit, so strong that Bwonsamdi can sense it and appear for him.
Tonatiu could easily meet these conditions.
It was very simple for him to let Bwonsamdi do it.
Faced with Bwonsamdi's dissatisfied complaints, Tonatiu remained unmoved, "No troll would want to see Bwonsamdi often appearing at his door. I am also a troll."
If this sentence were to be translated into the words of the heavenly dynasty on earth, it would be, "No Chinese would like to see King Yama wandering around in front of their home..."
Well... King of Hell is relatively advanced, so it can be changed to Judge Cui or Black and White Impermanence or something.
Anyway, it means the same thing.
"Hey... old Bwonsamdi hates trolls so much. Your Majesty, old Bwonsamdi is gone. If you don't want to see me, then I will just be a troll and go back to my underworld to die alone."
Sandy sighed deliberately.
This old guy...
Tonatiu could only grit his teeth and said: "Of course there is something. Your Majesty the God of Death, let's make a deal!"
"Deal! Bwonsamdi likes this!" The old guy's voice finally sounded a little happy. "Also, I have to mention, Your Majesty, what you did in Dazar'alor was really great?!"
"It has nothing to do with me. I am the victim, and I was stabbed in the chest." Tonatius knew what he was talking about, but he would not take the blame.
Even if he knew that Aegwynn was causing trouble, it was because of him.
"Ha~ Zuldazar is in a state of chaos right now. Bwonsamdi has not seen such a grand occasion for many years!" the troll Death said in a cheerful voice. "That big stupid dragon of Lezan is angry every day now! Listen!
Listening to His roar, I can feel happy. Thank you, Your Majesty~"
Does this guy know something? Otherwise, why would he keep saying that he wanted to thank himself? Tonatiu didn't want to continue discussing this topic with him.
"Let's talk about business. Your Majesty the God of Death, the matter of Dazar'alor will naturally be handled by the elites of the Zandalari Empire. It has nothing to do with you and me. Even if His Majesty Rastakhan dies, as long as Raizan is still there, you
There is still nothing we can do." Tonatiu said...
"I just want to thank you for letting Bwonsamdi see such a wonderful show." Bwonsamdi said bitterly. "If you don't want to admit it, there's nothing you can do about it~"
"Okay. Let's talk about the transaction!" He finally said.
"I want your death, or the power of shadow." Tonatiu said simply and directly, straight to the point: "I will exchange this with you!"
While speaking, he held a shining hazy light in his hand.
"Cyric's stuff?" Bwonsamdi shouted in surprise...
"Yes. Sirik challenged me. I killed one of his clones. I got this thing from his clone." What Tonatiu held in his hand was 1/8 of the divine nature of music.
In fact, it was not Sirik who challenged him, it was clearly him who wanted to usurp Sirik's followers, and Sirik was just taking revenge.
But words are spoken by people. Who will pay attention to the loser’s cries?
This 1/8 divinity is part of the divinity of Roathric the Bat. It is also part of the sound and sound rules of Azeroth.
"Although Bwonsamdi likes to sing, he also likes to listen to others singing. But Your Majesty, it is not a fair deal to exchange my death and shadow with an incomplete one."
Bwonsamdi shook his head and said: "Old Bwonsamdi will not do business at a loss..."
"This is just a deposit." Tonatiu interrupted him, "What if I can help you get Sirik's other powers, such as the night? And I don't want everything from you, I just need
A small number, a small number of rules."
"Dark night..." Bwonsamdi began to ponder.
Loa the Bat is the god of night, guide, sound, and travel.
These are the divinities of Sirik. And there is no doubt that Bwonsamdi, as the god of death, must also have the priesthood of the night.
Dark night is always accompanied by death...
"Getting Sirik's Dark Night should make you more complete. The voice is just a deposit." Tonatiu said seductively...
Bwonsamdi no longer jumped around, he seemed to be thinking.
After a while.
"Your Majesty, I didn't expect that you also like to play tricks~" His voice became the same as before.
"However, old Bwonsamdi likes it! This way we are more like friends! This deal is very tempting, the night is the most suitable for death. Let's be honest, Your Majesty, how much do you want from me?!"
It seemed that He was moved.
Tonatiu breathed a sigh of relief.
Although plotting against other gods, it seems to be something only villains would do.
But he had already become enemies with Sirik, and he was still a mortal enemy of a god's clone and a part of his divinity. It was also a heavy loss for Loa.
If Sirik doesn't take revenge or do something, that is definitely not his character. If he is so honest and upright, he will not be corrupted in the future.
Now that we have made enemies, there is nothing more to say.
Anyway, it’s not to take His life.
Even if Bwonsamdi takes away his divinity of night, Bat Loa will not die. At most, he will become weaker and have some special abilities that he cannot use.
"A little bit. A fragment of the rules." Tonatiu replied to Bwonsamdi's words.
"That's really difficult to handle..."
Bwonsamdi's voice sounded a little tangled, but in the end he seemed to have made a lot of determination.
"Here you go. My deposit. I hope we can have a happy cooperation this time!"
After the troll Death finished speaking, he forcibly broke off one of his little fingers. His little finger immediately turned into a ball of light and was sent over.
Tonatiu also sent over the sound divinity he grabbed from Sirik, and took Bwonsamdi's "deposit".
