An assassination attempt by the orcs against the troll officers and leaders began.
Just left the prison camp.
Tonatiu frowned and looked at the distorted space ahead in the rainy night.
Four gates to the void opened. Four casters with different characteristics, tall and short, fat and thin, men, women, old and young, carrying shadow energy and demons, traveled through space to arrive here.
The visitors were delighted when they saw Tonatiu. This was exactly their goal.
If the Shadow Council spreads out so many low-level assassins, they will definitely suffer heavy casualties, but in order to find out the location of the troll leader.
This sacrifice is worth it.
"Adhering to the will of the great leader Ner'zhul." The orc at the head could actually speak the language of the trolls.
Obviously some simple foreign languages are not a big problem for these high-level spellcasters.
Just like the Zandalar priests, there are many ways to understand the language of the orcs.
Of course, the orcs also have ways to quickly learn the language of this world.
Kezilla and the troll guards dispersed vigilantly, surrounding Tonatiu.
Chatonatiu stood motionless, and the rain automatically avoided him.
He automatically skipped the scene and observed the newcomers condescendingly by virtue of his height, which was much higher than theirs:
A dark arakkoa and three orcs.
The orc who spoke was holding a shadow-colored crystal ball in his hand. Divine fluctuations came from the crystal. It was very weak, but very pure. The darkness was so black that it was pleasing to the eye.
[Shadow Orb: Legendary Artifact, Manifestation of Darkness, Creation of the Void]
The arakkoa was dark, the bird's head looked at Tonatiu, its feathers were smooth, and the rainwater hitting it was automatically avoided.
It seems that its fur is still waterproof.
Not the cursed fallen arakkoa, not that kind of exile. It's the kind of arakkoa on the Sky Summit, but its feathers are not golden and red.
The remaining three orcs were two male and one female. To be honest, apart from their hairstyle and gender, Tonatiu couldn't tell any difference.
Female orcs are just as strong.
Even a spell caster.
"You must die. The leader of the natives, Lord Ner'zhul, wants you to die."
"Death is your only way back."
"Are you that confident?" Tonatiu said playfully.
"You look strong, but you are not strong enough. And Lord Ner'zhul and Lord Tik are watching us, we will not fail."
This time it was the Crow Man who spoke.
"Askar, shut up." The elderly male orc warlock scolded the arakkoa. "You talk too much."
"Sorry, I said something I shouldn't have said."
The four warlocks carried the surveillance magic of their superiors. In other words, Ner'zhul was watching Tonatiu behind them.
"In this case, it seems that I have to be more serious." Tonatiu said with a smile.
There are two types of real power, one is grand and the other is subtle.
Magnificent ones, like Sargeras, like the Titans.
The humble ones, such as Aegwynn, Azshara, Kil'jaeden, and Archimonde.
One is about the whole.
The other one has endless research in a certain field and a certain strength.
Tonatiu showed the four warlocks of the Shadow Council and the masters behind them what it means to be unpredictable and profound.
He whistled.
Before the warlocks could react, a huge black shadow fell on their heads.
"Ho~"
There was a huge roar in the rainy night.
The magicians were shocked.
The indigenous leader has a terrifying black dragon, and this voice clearly belongs to it.
They want to cast a spell and leave.
The prototype of the Void Gate began to appear.
"The law of dustlessness." Tonatiu sighed softly.
The aura that the Troll King rarely uses releases power and opens in an instant, although the lasting effect is only as short as the blink of an eye.
But interrupting the magicians' spellcasting caused them to panic for a moment, causing them to tumble with anger and blood caused by the backlash after the failure of the devil's unique space magic.
Lulu, the extermination dragon, falls.
Bloody and bloody.
Four powerful warlocks, at least around level 18 or 17, didn't even have time to use a shadow attack magic.
He died in another world.
For casters who don't know Tonatiu's information and dare to get so close to him, death is the only outcome for them.
"Ho~"
Lulu, who was not picky about food, dragged out the corpses of the four warlocks that were trampled to death by it and ate them.
Just like a tiger eating four mice, it blinked its mouth and roared again.
"Ho~"
Tonatiu smiled.
"Even you don't think it tastes good. It seems that the taste of void is really not good."
"Ho~"
Nergigante roared again, and then it flew up.
Tonatiu walked over and picked up the treasure in the arakkoa's hand just now, a pure black round crystal, from the place where the Nergigante had left untouched.
This thing lay on the ground with a bright black light.
【Shadow Orb】.
As soon as it fell into the hands of the Troll King, the pure shadows that spread out suddenly converged.
As if a snail or turtle had been caught, it retreated into its shell.
Looking at it, Tonatiu looked at it with amused eyes.
If this thing is the Shadow Orb, then it is a necessary material for an incredible weapon.
In the last life, it fell into the hands of humans, but in this life, it fell into his own hands so easily.
[Ding! Lootable divinity detected]
[Do you want to plunder the target’s shadow and void divinity? 】
In the retina, a system prompt automatically popped up.
After thinking about it, Tonatiu did not choose to plunder.
"Ignore it for now." He ordered the system, and then stuffed the [Shadow Orb] into the Devilsaur leather bag he carried.
With a physique like his, only the Devilsaur skin bag with very high magic resistance can slightly isolate the influence of the aura.
But it won't last long.
It takes about 10 days at most to change the bag. Otherwise, the magic resistance of the Devilsaur will disappear and it will become a simple leather bag.
Like this one on him, he no longer has magic resistance and was wiped out by the aura.
The pearls inside were all given away or spent by him before the magic power was erased.
[Shadow Orb] was properly placed.
Tonatiu glanced at the awed Zandalari troll guards, and he said softly, his voice passing through the rain curtain:
"Take care of this place and get rid of the corpses inside. Also, send the orc I just questioned to the temple of Raizan."
I don't know whether it was a downgrade or an upgrade, but Dakdin became the warden of this prison camp. The fanatical believers in Lezan nodded quickly.
"As you command, Your Majesty." Until now, the troll was still shocked by the power of the Desert King.
Of those four terrifying spellcasters, Dakdin felt that he couldn't defeat any of them.
But in an instant, they were killed by the pets of His Majesty the Desert King.
His Majesty the God King turned around and walked into the rainy night.
