"Hey! What a strange soul! You have Lazan's power, but you don't have his stink! Strange, really strange!"
"Hmm... the smell of fire. But you're still dead, aren't you? Little one."
"Poor little guy...does he need old Bwonsamdi's help...hahahaha!"
"You don't have Loa to help you now, man, come with me."
"You won't leave? Old Bwonsamdi is very sad. He is going to be angry!"
"Well... let me see."
"It seems like there's a new guy here?! Are you waiting for him?! Oh, the shining golden soul! This guy is really different!"
"..."
In the dead darkness.
Tonatiu heard a very naughty voice saying very naughty words.
The darkness in front of his eyes was dispelled.
He saw a hazy world that was either black or white, as if it were composed of lines and shadows.
Everything in this world is black and white.
Except himself.
He was covered in gold, and looked so out of place with the black and white everything around him.
Such an incongruity.
He was so eye-catching in this black and white world that as soon as he appeared, some beings were staring at him.
for example……
A certain lonely old troll.
"Yo!"
Before Tonatiu could figure out the situation, a troll, much taller than he was now, appeared in front of him with his waist bent.
"Man, you're different, you're different from us! They're all waiting for you, right? That makes me very unhappy!"
Tonatiu looked at him.
The old troll who was talking was very tall. When he bent down, he measured more than three to four meters tall. If he straightened up, he would be at least four or five meters tall.
There are two long fangs on his face. His face is more like a troll skeleton than a face, with fire burning in the skull's eye sockets.
"Bwonsamdi!"
Tonatiu blurted out.
"Ah! I didn't expect that there are trolls here who know me! I thought you were like them and only knew names like Tona and Tiu that I had never heard of!"
The lonely old troll's face was obviously expressionless, but when he said these words, Tonatiu felt that he was mocking and mocking maliciously.
Tonatiu ignored him.
He was wondering how he could be here.
A world of black and white.
The troll Loa Bwonsamdi, the god of death, looked a little confused in the distance, but he was staring at his eight troll souls.
Is this the world of the dead?
Am I dead?
Tonatiu only remembered that he was facing the almost invincible Naboa, and had no choice but to cooperate with Xalatas to induce the release of the ancient god's power, and then darkness swallowed everything.
Open your eyes again.
He came here.
"Man, you are different from us!" Bwonsamdi jumped up and down around Tonatiu's golden soul, as if he was studying a unique treasure.
"Tsk...golden soul! Old Bwonsamdi has never seen it before. Are you really a troll?"
"Bwonsamdi. What do you want to do?" Tonatiu remained motionless. He didn't know what the God of Death wanted to do or what the current situation was. He was very cautious.
He tried calling the system.
The system responded to him quickly, which made him relieved. Since the system is still there, even if it dies and becomes a soul, there is still hope for everything.
"Old Bwonsamdi used to have a job to do. Now that he sees you, old Bwonsamdi doesn't want to do anything! Man, do you want to go to heaven?" Death approached Tonatiu and stretched out his bones.
Claw, trying to catch Tonatiu.
"Oh! Don't refuse me, Bwonsamdi will be angry and unhappy. Come with me, man. I guarantee you will be happy."
Tonatiu remained motionless. It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but he had a feeling in his heart that even in this world, death could not do anything to him.
soon.
Bwonsamdi's claws grabbed his soul, but Bwonsamdi retracted his claws faster. Bwonsamdi's claws squeaked when they touched Tonatiu, and even smoke came out.
"Ah! So hot! Man, your soul is on fire!"
The troll death screamed.
"I'm not on fire."
Tonatiu said.
He could see clearly now. The eight confused troll souls following Bwonsamdi were not lonely ghosts. They were trolls who had died fighting to the death under Naboa's attack not long ago.
His subordinates.
"Maybe we can make a deal. Bwonsamdi, you give them back to me. I'll give you something good!"
Bwonsamdi shook his smoking claws, his flaming pupils flickering, "Bwonsamdi is willing to make a deal. Everything can be traded. Man, you can't let me suffer."
"Give your souls to me, and I'll return them to you. Eight for one, well...old Bwonsamdi suffered a bit."
"hehe."
Tonatiu smiled meaninglessly.
He raised his right hand, and on the tip of the middle finger, a bright light shone.
Bwonsamdi was stunned for a moment.
Bang bang bang!
Bwonsamdi suddenly clapped his hands and kept walking around Tonatiu, constantly looking at the light in his hands.
"The power of faith! But it was embodied by you, man, how did you do it? This is a good thing. If you take it to Zuldazar, Raizan will love this little dessert."
"It's a pity... Bwonsamdi likes this kind of thing, but he doesn't really crave it. This deal is not valid. Compared with this, what Bwonsamdi wants more is your soul!"
Tonatiu could feel the naked desire of the troll Death, who was longing for his soul.
Tonatiu took a deep breath, even though his action was a bit redundant in his soul state.
He said to Bwonsamdi: "Bwonsamdi, King Dasa said something, have you heard of it?"
"King Dasa? Oh, I know him! He said many things. Man, which one are you referring to?"
"He said that what the troll wants does not come from charity..."
"Hmm...I remembered this sentence. He said this sentence on the day the Zul Empire was established."
"Then what's the last sentence?"
"Get what you want."
"That's right!"
Tonatiu laughed loudly, his soul suddenly exerted force, and punched Bwonsamdi, "You are so smart! Old guy!"
"Man, this is not good for you!" Bwonsamdi screamed, stretching out his claws, trying to block the fist of Tonatiu's golden soul.
Peng!
Fists and palms met, and Bwonsamdi did catch Tonatiu's fist. However, he flicked it and dodged back.
"Man, you really fascinate old Bwonsamdi. You are so passionate that I don't want to make out with you. Your enthusiasm is burning me!"
There was smoke coming from Bwonsamdi's bone claw where he took the fist. He shook it and blew on it, as if he could blow the smoke away.
Tonatiu continued to move forward, but Bwonsamdi waved his hands repeatedly.
"It's not Bwonsamdi's style to fight and kill."
"Man, let's make a deal."
Bwonsamdi Compromise.
Tonatiu did not continue.
Because of his special soul, he may not be afraid of Bwonsamdi. But the trolls in Zutona are ordinary trolls, and their souls after death belong to Bwonsamdi.
The gods of death in Azeroth are divided into zones or races, and each race believes in one god of death.
