Regarding Tonatius' words, He did not suspect that he was lying.
That night.
He saw Tonatiu's performance in his eyes. This was one of the reasons why he tolerated Bwonsamdi's provocation in front of him after recovering from his injury.
Bwonsamdi was so carefree that he directly admitted his cooperation with Tonatiu, and said that beating him would be provoking His Majesty the Shah!
Bwonsamdi was already strong enough, and Lazan, who had just recovered from his serious injury, felt that he could at best be on a par with him.
At this time, there is an unfathomable Sand King who is watching covetously from the side. If he and Bwonsamdi fall out, the outcome is unpredictable.
In addition to Talanji's constant urging, Bwonsamdi did not dare to go too far in front of Talanji. Although the two most powerful Zandalal Loa often exchanged insults, they finally did not fight.
Lezan didn't think Tonatiu would lie to him at this time.
"So what do you think? Sand King, what should Zandalari do?" Lezan's voice rumbled.
Laizan is proud and regards glory as everything.
But He also went through some terrible times.
During the rise of the Troll Empire and the bloody battle with the Yaqir Empire, Lazan was often beaten to the point of death by bugs and Enlaki, and only saved his life with the help of the Trolls.
At that time, Raizan was just one of the stronger gods of the wilderness who helped the trolls.
Lezan used to be very self-aware.
It's just that this self-knowledge has been gradually lost over the past ten thousand years in the self-centered life of the trolls and Loari.
His pride turned to arrogance.
In the final game, he was easily killed by Zul in a trap.
Loa, the most powerful supreme being that the trolls were most looking forward to, bid farewell to the historical stage of Zandalari without even making a splash.
In this life, when Laizan was the proudest, he was beaten to a pulp by two generals named Enlaki.
Then he was corrupted by the void until he was wailing and screaming day and night. When he was most helpless, he was cured by Tonatiu.
For tens of thousands of years, the arrogance and arrogance that had been nurtured by the Zandalari trolls was finally eliminated.
Now Lazan is still irritable and proud, but he is not as arrogant as in the game.
He is also a wilderness demigod who emerged from a bloody battle. He knows that "there are gods outside Loa, and there may be stronger Loa outside the gods."
Tonatiu believed that among the invading orcs, there might be monsters as strong as him, or even stronger than him.
Raizan believed him.
It's just that Lazan, who was not good at giving advice and whose skills were not focused on wisdom at all, naturally couldn't come up with any good ideas.
In the past, he was used to listening to Dasa's words, then he considered listening to the Zandalar god-kings, and then occasionally listened to Talanji's words.
Now, in a situation where an enemy more terrifying than yourself may appear.
Devilsaur Loa planned to listen to this mysterious sand king to see what good ideas and plans he had.
"My army is on its way. They are not many in number, but they are all elites. They are a strong new force for the Zandalari army that has fought hard for so long." Tonatiu said.
Lezan didn't answer this time.
His huge head nodded involuntarily.
He actually didn't understand much.
But in this case, nodding is always the right thing to do.
He used to do this often.
"If I just rely on my army to achieve complete victory in this war, it would be like using a glass of water to save a cart of burning firewood. It is impossible."
Lezan nodded again.
Ignore him, nod first and then talk.
"What we should do is to unite all the forces that can be united and try to get all the help we can get. There are many enemies, but there are also many potential allies."
Lezan nodded for the third time.
The nod this time made Devilsaur Loa startled.
Once upon a time, how long had it been since I had been so obedient?
The last time he was so obedient was probably when he and many wilderness demigods gathered around King Dasa and listened to King Dasa's strategy.
Tens of thousands of years have passed.
Things are different and people are different.
The gods of the wilderness die and hide themselves.
The relationship between his compatriots who became troll Loa like him has already become extremely estranged due to misunderstandings caused by competition for believers, trivial matters, etc.
In a daze, Lezan did not hear Tonatiu's strategy or what he said.
He felt that what he saw was not Tonatiu.
It is King Dasa.
He saw the demigods of the wilderness who fought bloody battles with bugs, faceless men, and flesh-and-blood monsters.
King Dazar was powerful, wise, and high-spirited, and unified the most powerful troll group at that time.
There were so many wilderness demigods that they couldn't help but gather around the troll Dasa because they heard the same voice.
"We have no retreat."
"Once we retreat, our world will be destroyed!"
"The forest will be occupied by flesh and blood; the grassland will become the placenta of the faceless ones; the ocean will become the amniotic fluid of the monster embryo."
"The world is calling for trolls. It's calling for powerful beings."
"Only through sacrifice can we win."
"For our world!"
"I swear to death!!"
Surrounding King Dasa who spoke impassionedly were a large number of world spirits, that is, the demigods of the wilderness.
On the periphery of these world spirits, there are endless trolls who are shouting and willing to sacrifice their lives and souls for the trolls.
Under the coordination of King Dazar, the demigods led the trolls and launched a desperate attack on the enemy.
Many world spirits fell and returned to the World Mother.
The living world spirit becomes stronger and braver.
The ones who died more and suffered more sacrifices were the trolls. They died in groups like ants burned by fire.
Every time a troll falls, a troll mother will give birth to two more trolls.
The bloody battle lasted for decades.
The world spirits and trolls led by King Dazar were victorious.
Enlaki was almost slaughtered, and the insects were driven back underground, where they were cut and divided.
It can no longer pose a threat to the world.
The world is safe.
Devilsaur Loa's eyes were blurry.
He felt like his blood was boiling all over his body and his soul was stirring, as if he had returned tens of thousands of years ago.
Those were the eventful years.
"Dasa..."
"...Dasa"
He lowered his head and muttered to himself loudly.
"Dasa is no longer here. Those companions are no longer here either. The troll...is not the same troll as before."
For a moment, he even had the idea of letting go of everything he was doing now.
He no longer wants any believers, any divine power, or any offerings.
Devilsaur Loa began to give up on himself.
"my child."
"It's not time yet."
"It's not too late."
An everlasting warm voice suddenly crashed into his soul.
