"He didn't come back to support Zuldazar! He even wanted to attack the enemy's base camp! Who does he think he is? Is King Dazar still alive?!"
When I heard that the Desert King had received Zuldazar's request for help, he would not come back immediately, but would lead the elite group to die.
Princess Talanji couldn't help but blurt out.
In front of her stood the Regent Prophet Zul and the Sorcerer Lord Lal.
"That's right." The magic lord looked at the prophet with a fake smile on his face, and he said helplessly: "His Majesty, the God King of the Desert Trolls, he did say that."
"There is only one troll god-king. There will always be only one. Only Zandalar has a god-king." Talanji said displeased.
The Witch Lord's attitude towards the Desert King made Her Royal Highness a little unhappy.
"Well..." Lar was vague. "It's whatever you say it is."
"You!" Talanji gritted his teeth.
She didn't dare to really lose her temper with Lal. The witch lord had already held a high position of power when her father was still alive.
Paku has always liked him.
Just like Laizan supports the God King's family.
"Prophet, you should let him come back immediately." Talanji changed the target and looked at the prophet with the old god. "He is committing suicide by doing that. Zandalar cannot lose any power now. We can't afford to lose it!"
"
"Ah?" the prophet said.
"Are you calling me?" he asked Her Royal Highness in surprise.
"Of course! Besides the Hex Lord, you are the only one here!" Talanji shouted.
"Oh, sorry. I was just listening to the sounds of the world." The dark prophet twitched the corner of his mouth and seemed to be smiling. Both Ral and Talanji were used to this kind of smile.
"What were you discussing with the Lord of Witchcraft just now? I didn't hear it just now, can you repeat it?" the prophet said with a smile.
"You!" Talanji gritted her teeth angrily.
The magic lord Lal's eyes widened.
Zul looked at them innocently.
This expression appeared on his old face, and he looked a bit funny like an old troll in the market, making the troll completely unaware of the guy with this expression in front of him.
In fact, he is the old cunt that trolls fear the most.
Her Royal Highness the Princess is very angry.
She clenched her fists.
At this time, a cold breath gathered around them.
Lal felt uncomfortable.
Talanji lowered his fist.
Zul smiled and turned to the side, and said respectfully to the air: "Ah? Bwonsamdi, what do you mean by your presence?"
"Jie~Jie~"
The Troll Death had an aura that made the service members very uncomfortable, and a strange smile appeared in the air. His pale eyes were dancing with will-o'-the-wisps, causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees.
"Hello, Your Majesty." The magic lord Lal retreated without leaving a trace, moving away from Bwonsamdi.
"Hello, little cutie of Pakku," Bwonsamdi said with a wicked smile.
Lar remained silent and did not respond.
Then he looked at Zul and Talanji. The princess was expressionless, and the prophet looked at him with his signature smile.
"Old Bwonsamdi has brought back a piece of bad news and a piece of good news from the Garden of Loa Spirits. Let's talk about it first. Old Bwonsamdi will only tell you one of the news. If you want to hear it all, you need to pay a little bit.
price."
Bwonsamdi was floating in the air, rubbing his two fingers while saying the affix "price".
"Well...can I know the price for asking you to tell everything? What is that?" Zul said with a smile.
"A small price." Bwonsamdi smiled strangely again. "All it takes is a contract. The content of the contract is that after your death, your souls will work for old Bwonsamdi for 1,000 years."
"Is this a small price to pay?" Talanji, who didn't want to speak in front of Bwonsamdi, couldn't help but said loudly.
"Your Highness~" Bwonsamdi said loudly in a voice like an aria. "In old Bwonsamdi's palace of the underworld, among the souls who work hard to move bones every day, the soul who has worked for the old troll for the shortest time has already done so for three years.
It’s been more than a thousand years!”
"A 1,000-year labor contract. That's really not much at all!"
"..." Talanji was speechless.
"Ha~ We really can't afford the price of this danger." Zul said softly. "We only need to hear one piece of news, Your Majesty. Please tell us which of the two pieces of news you gave us is worse.
News."
"Are you sure you only want to listen to one?" Bwonsamdi looked at Talanji and Ral with a questioning and sincere expression.
The magic lord nodded quickly.
Just kidding, if you are targeted by the God of Death, even if you are favored by His Majesty Paku, you will probably have a layer of skin peeled off.
"Please tell us the bad news. There is already enough bad news coming from the empire every moment, it doesn't matter if there is one more." Talanji also said.
"What a pity." Bwonsamdi said regretfully.
"Okay. Seeing that you are so sincere." He said.
"Then old Bwonsamdi will tell you. The bad news is that Toga is dead."
"Toga? His Majesty Toga? Turtle Loa is dead?" Lal, who had been afraid to speak in front of Bwonsamdi, finally couldn't help but speak.
After all, it was the fall of a Loa.
Even if he is a non-mainstream Loa, he is still a Loa. In the hearts of devout trolls, he is at most a lower level, but he is still a power that trolls fear.
Now that another one of this kind of power has fallen, Lal can't help but be shocked.
"That's right. The poor old turtle. He was in his own temple and didn't even think of coming to Zuldazar to help. While he was sleeping, he was bled out by the blood trolls and those green-skinned monsters and was forced to death.
!”
"The old turtle has so much blood, the area is almost becoming a sea of blood~"
"Hey~ Lao Bangsang has lost another neighbor."
Bwonsamdi said leisurely.
"This is really bad news." Zul finally stopped laughing. "I originally wanted His Majesty to help resist the orc army."
"His Majesty Akunda fell before, and now even His Majesty Toga has fallen. Zandalar... where is our way out?" Talanji became extremely depressed and she said sadly.
"I've told you the bad news." Bwonsamdi said in an extremely "sincere" tone, "Don't you really want to hear the good news? Maybe it will make you feel better?"
Lar's heart skipped a beat.
When he thought that the price for hearing the good news would be to be tortured by Bwonsamdi for a thousand years, he finally resisted his curiosity.
I don’t see any trolls being fooled.
Bwonsamdi's tone was regretful, and his figure began to become illusory in the air.
"Since you don't want to hear it, old Bwonsamdi is going back. Those little greenskins and skeletons still want to come to my underworld as guests. The old troll can't be insincere!"
