Bwonsamdi floated next to Tonatiu, and the old troll held his hands, looking down at Zutona with Tonatiu.
"It's so beautiful. Your Majesty, it's really so beautiful. It's full of vitality and prosperity. Compared to the decaying Zuldazar, old Bwonsamdi thinks your city is ten thousand times stronger!"
The troll Death said in admiration.
"No wonder you don't want Zul'Farrak. Compared with that desert ruins, your city is a real city."
"Thank you for the compliment." Tonatiu said plainly. "Your Majesty Bwonsamdi, please tell me your purpose of coming."
"Why……"
The old troll actually sighed heavily.
"Every time you don't need me for the time being, you have such a businesslike tone. It really makes Bwonsamdi sad. Only when you need me will you be kinder. How old Bwonsamdi hopes you will be in trouble. That way,
Only then will you know how good Bwonsamdi is."
"Are you cursing me?"
"Ah? How dare Bwonsamdi? This is just old Bwonsamdi's delusion. I think it will always be a delusion, right?"
"ha……"
Tonatiu smiled and said nothing.
"Okay, okay." Bwonsamdi looked sad.
"Then let's talk business..."
"Your Majesty, do you still remember our deal? Old Bwonsamdi cut off a finger and gave it to you. You won't forget this, will you?!"
"What?" Tonatiu said. "Do you want me to give you one back? Choose it yourself, there are 6 fingers, you choose one."
Tonatiu waved his hand towards him, with six thick and flexible fingers on it.
Bwonsamdi was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth silently, seemingly a little moved.
Cutting off a finger is nothing to a troll. Let alone disability, it is not even a serious injury.
Not to mention just a finger, even if the thigh is cut off. With enough food and a certain amount of time to recover from the injury, it can be restored as before. It may or may not be better.
Either some trolls cut off their own limbs, or they try to grow new and better limbs...
There is a cold joke among other races in Azeroth: One day a troll wandered on a desert island. There was nothing on the island except fresh water. The troll only had a knife... Excuse me, how did the troll end up on the island?
Live alone for several years and still not die?
The vitality and resilience of trolls can be joked about, which shows how powerful they are in this regard.
On the contrary, divine existence is different from the birth of divine beings.
Their bodies are actually the embodiment of certain laws of the world.
He cut off part of his body, and even though it could grow back, it cost more than a mere bit of flesh and blood.
Rather, it is part of their existence.
Bwonsamdi would be willing to give a lot of things in exchange for one of Tonatiu's fingers, if he could gain his unreasonable magic immunity ability.
Seeing Tonatiu's half-smiling expression, the old troll still shook his head wisely: "Old Bwonsamdi is not that kind of troll, don't look at me like this."
Tonatiu retracted his finger and said with a smile: "I don't think you would do such a thing either."
"..." Bwonsamdi looked at him helplessly, and then said again, "I brought you news about Sirik."
Tonatiu knew that there must be something going on when he came to visit, and it must be related to Loa the Bat, and now it was indeed the case.
"I used 50 human skulls and got a piece of news from Shadra. No troll knows why that female spider is so obsessed with human skulls! The troll's skull is obviously more beautiful!"
Bwonsamdi commented on Spider Loa's hobbies, but saw Tonatiu looking at him with his hands crossed.
"Okay. Okay. Let's get back to the topic. Bwonsamdi is old and always likes to go off topic."
"Shadra said. Sirik may have come to the Western Continent recently. The reason is said to be that here, there is a race that worships people who may be blind and want to believe in him. His Majesty the Bat recently encountered a crisis of faith among the trolls.
This might be of great interest."
"What are you going to do?" Tonatiu asked without any nonsense.
Sirik had a grudge against him, and he even killed one of his divine clones. Although it seemed that he was taking the initiative to cause trouble, of course, for the enemy, a dead enemy made him feel more at ease.
Tonatiu had no psychological pressure at all about planning Sirik with Bwonsamdi.
A true Holy Mother cannot become a leader unless she has a super backing force to rely on.
"There's a plan!"
Snapped!
Bwonsamdi clapped his palms.
"When he really comes to the Western Continent, how about we kill him? At least force him to hand over "Night" or "Darkness"!"
"This is what I promised you. Of course there is no problem. What do you want to do?" Tonatiu asked.
It's easy to kill Sirik. In the game, Loa the Bat was killed by the players.
But take away His divinity of "darkness" and "night" without killing Him.
Without the "darkness" or "night" attributes of the bat Loa, how can it still be called a bat?
A bat that can appear during the day, Sirik is not Bruce Wayne.
"As long as you are willing!" Bwonsamdi said happily. "Without you, Bwonsamdi may be able to roast the bat. But there is really no good way to get the divinity of the bat."
"The question is how to ambush Sirik? Where will he go when he comes here? Besides the trolls, which race will believe in him? Is it the troll tribe here?" Tonatiu asked several questions in succession.
.
"Not a troll." Bwonsamdi slowly shook his head. "Shadra is talking about a pitiful race. They were born from the blood of wilderness demigods, but they have no master to rely on. They have always lived in ignorance and
In savagery.”
"What race?" Tonatiu asked curiously.
There are many intelligent races on Kalimdor, including Kaldorei, Trolls, Centaurs, Harpies, Wild...
"They have the appearance of a pig, with a pig's nose, but they walk on two legs. You can think of them as pigs." Bwonsamdi said nonchalantly.
"Wild Boar?!"
"Ah?! Yes, that seems to be the name." Bwonsamdi said.
"The wild boars believe in Sirik?" Tonatiu frowned.
He remembered that it didn't appear in the game.
"What's the problem?" Bwonsamdi asked.
"no problem."
There is indeed no problem, this is the real Azeroth after all. In the game, you can walk around Un'Goro Crater in a few minutes, but in reality...
Tonatiu rides Lulu and can fly all day and all night!
"Then you design it slowly. This is your strength. When you need me to take action, let me know. I owe you a favor." Tonatiu said.
"OK."
Bwonsamdi smiled.
Two trolls, one old and one young, decided the pitiful future of a Loa.
