Talanji and Tonatiu's "night party" ended on bad terms.
After figuring out what Zul meant and weighing it, Tonatiu had already figured out what he should do.
Since Zul wants to give Zandalar to himself, Zul has the ability to give it, and he has the ability to receive it.
Then why should you refuse?
In the past few days, the power of faith provided by believers in Zandalari has skyrocketed, making Tonatiu realize one thing.
That is, even if you don't count Zandalari's national power and navy, just preaching here, the rewards you can get are amazing.
As the only remaining essence of the Troll Empire, Zandalari is an out-and-out treasure trove for both the world and itself.
After all, the desert trolls had just been brought out of the ignorant primitive tribal society by themselves, and after thousands of years without the protection of Loa, the atmosphere of belief in gods was not strong enough for Loa.
Zandalari has developed for tens of thousands of years and has a large population. It was a theocratic religious country in the beginning, and the Zandalari trolls have long been accustomed to the Loa god and religious life.
This makes the power of faith generated by a single desert troll believer far less than the power of faith that a single Zandalar troll can generate.
Unless it is the Zultona troll, the quality of other desert trolls is currently incomparable to that of the Zandalari trolls.
Because of this religious atmosphere in Zandalari, the spread of religion is extremely fast and the formation of faith is stable and efficient.
It's such a good place. If you didn't know about it before or had no chance to get involved, forget it.
Now that Zul has sold Zandalar, why should he pretend to be a holy mother and take into account the opinions of the original power class of Zandalar?
Talanji didn't come to visit, and Tonatiu still felt like he was a third party.
Today she came to my door like this.
Tonatiu figured it out instead, since Zul dared to give it away, he would dare to take it!
When the sacrifice comes, Zul blocks it. When the loa comes, go in person! Except for the injured Raizan, who is a problem, the other loa are just powerful divine beasts!!
Moreover, Raizan and Talanji have their own needs now, so there is no need to worry at all.
Besides, he doesn't have any allies either.
After seeing off Talanji who looked unhappy, Tonatiu walked back to the bedroom and sat on the chair.
Du~du~
Tonatiu tapped the table lightly with his thick fingers, thinking about something.
"Bwonsamdi, old man, come out and have a chat." He said suddenly.
As soon as the name Bwonsamdi was spoken, the torch lit with magic rosin in the bedroom suddenly dimmed.
Accompanied by the sound of his fingers tapping on the table without stopping.
A mist appeared in front of him, and the mist quickly condensed, and Bwonsamdi with a cynical expression appeared in front of him.
"Oh, Your Majesty~" As soon as Bwonsamdi came out, he immediately looked at the surrounding environment and marveled: "Did you know? You lived here these days. This was when Rastakhan had not become the God King and was still a prince.
Where to live~"
When he said this, Tonatiu turned around and looked at the room, but he didn't know this.
He thought the room was very large and luxurious, bigger than his bedroom in Zutona.
"Zul asked me to live here." He said calmly.
"Huh~ To be honest, Bwonsamdi really envies you sometimes." Bwonsamdi said. "The way this Zul treats you is just like the way the first Zul treated King Dasa. Your Majesty, you
Say, will you be the new Dasa King of the trolls?"
There is obviously something in what the old guy said. As Loa who was the first to come into contact with Tonatiu, the old guy knows his roots very well.
Tonatiu didn't care about this.
The better Bwonsamdi understands his roots, and if he is smart enough, he will know what to do.
"Your Majesty the God of Death." Tonatiu continued to tap his fingers on the table, using a rare honorific: "As you can see, Zandalar is mine now."
Upon hearing his words, Bwonsamdi's cynical expression visibly softened, and he was a little surprised.
This surprise quickly subsided.
"Tsk~tsk~tsk~ Your Majesty, you are becoming more and more proactive. Bwonsamdi really doesn't know whether he should be happy or worried. If you start to be aggressive, many guys may be in trouble!!" Bwonsamdy
Said with a smile.
Beep, beep, Tonatiu's tapping on the table stopped.
"Make a deal." He said straight to the point.
"Old Bwonsamdi likes to make deals." The Troll Death replied quickly.
"From now on, the souls of those who are enemies of trolls will belong to you after death!"
"Hiss~ Then this is really a big deal!" The silver will-o'-the-wisp shining in Bwonsamdi's empty eyes suddenly started to burn brightly.
Bwonsamdi is the death god of the trolls. His true temple is located in the Hades Palace of Nazmir on Zandalar.
All trolls will be judged by Bwonsamdi after death. The more souls under his command, the stronger his divine power.
As a member of the God of Death, he can control more than just the souls of the trolls after their death.
After some trolls perform a binding ritual "as old as the world itself", the soul of any creature killed by the trolls becomes Bwonsamdi's property.
In the plot of the game, in Pandaria, Bwonsamdi was very satisfied with receiving one of his favorite trolls at the time, Vol'jin. The god of death liked the soul he sent over, who was involved in the struggle between the Shado-Pan and the Thor forces.
At the end of Vol'jin's battle in the plot, his companion Tirathan Kort was seriously injured and on the verge of death. Vol'jin begged Bwonsamdi to let Tirathan go.
The troll Reaper backed down because Bwonsamdi knew that sooner or later he would get his soul.
Tyrathon is a human. His soul is not originally under Bwonsamdi's control, but Bwonsamdi can take over his soul if he wants.
Tonatiu knew this and proposed this deal.
This deal is obviously very tempting to Bwonsamdi, as the number of souls he can take control of has doubled!
Trolls, plus enemies of trolls.
The God of Death was moved.
He was silent for a long time, as if he was thinking about it. Tonatius did not press him and waited quietly for his answer.
After a long time, Tonatiu saw him suddenly shaking his head: "I have to admit! Your Majesty, this is definitely a big deal that I really want to do! However, old Bwonsamdi thinks that this deal is difficult to do.
"
"why?"
"Well... not all trolls can complete the soul-stealing consciousness. They must be loyal followers of old Bwonsamdi and must have strong power. Only such trolls can complete my dark ritual and achieve the goal of defeating him.
The purpose of sending the killed souls to my "other world"."
"To be honest, that's not easy~"
"This deal is very tempting, but the probability of its success is very low. Old Bwonsamdi thinks you are trying to make me happy~" Bwonsamdi said quietly. "Thank you, for a moment,
Old Bwonsamdi is really happy."
"What if I had a way to make you take away the souls my followers killed?" Tonatiu said suddenly.
The fire in Bwonsamdi's eyes, which had dimmed slightly, suddenly became hot again.
"If this is the case."
"Then we have to have a serious talk!"
Bwonsamdi said.
"There is a great possibility that I can do it. I am confident." Tonatiu said with confidence.
Bwonsamdi stretched out his slender white-bone fingers and hooked his chin.
"Then what are you waiting for? Your Majesty, let's talk about it in detail!"
