Lezan was stopped by Tonatiu's words.

He did not suspect that Tonatiu was lying.

That night.

Tonatiu's performance he saw in his eyes. This is one of the reasons why he was able to tolerate Bonsandy's provocation in front of him after recovering from his injuries.

Bang Sandy was very arrogant, directly admitting his cooperation with Tonatiu, and said that beating him was provoking His Majesty the Sand King!

Bonsandy was strong enough, and Lezan, who was recovering from a serious injury, felt that he could have a draw with him at best.

At this time, there is also an unfathomable sand king staring at him, and if he turns his face with Bang Sandy, the end is difficult to guess.

Coupled with Tarangi's constant persuasion, Bonsandi didn't dare to go too far in front of Tarangi, and although the two most powerful Zandaraloa often sprayed each other, they finally didn't fight.

Lezan did not think that at such a time, Tonatiu would come and lie to himself.

"So what do you think? Sand King, what should Zandalar do? Lezan's voice rumbled.

Lezan is proud and regards glory as everything.

But He also had a bad time.

During the rise of the Troll Empire and the bloody war with the Yaki Empire. Lezan was also often beaten by bugs and Nlaki to his death, and only saved his life with the help of trolls.

At that time, Lezan was only one of the stronger of the gods of the wilderness who helped the trolls.

Lezan used to be very self-aware.

It's just that this self-knowledge has gradually been lost in the self-respecting life of trolls and Loari for thousands of years.

His pride turned to hubris.

In the end, he was easily killed by Zur in the game.

The strongest supreme Loa, whom the trolls were most looking forward to, did not even make a splash, and bid farewell to the historical stage of Zandalara.

In this life, Lezan, when he was at his proudest, was beaten by the two generals, Nlaki.

Then he was corrupted by the void to wail and scream day and night, and when he was most helpless, he was healed by Tonatyiu.

For tens of thousands of years, the arrogance that had been cultivated too well by the Zandalar trolls was finally defeated.

Lezan is still grumpy and proud, but not as arrogant as he is in the game.

He is also a demigod of the wilderness who came out of the bloody battle, and knows that "there is a god outside of Loa, and there may be a stronger Loa outside the god".

Tonatius believed that among the invading orcs there might be monsters as strong as him, or even stronger than him.

Lezan believed him.

It's just that I'm not good at staff officers, and my skills are not at all in wisdom. Naturally, I can't come up with any good ideas.

He had been accustomed to listening to Dasa, then to the gods of Zandalara, and then to Tarangi once in a while.

Now, in the event of the emergence of an enemy even more terrifying than yourself.

The Demon Tyrannosaurus Loa plans to hear from this mysterious Sand King and see what he has good ideas and plans.

"My army is on its way. There are not many of them, but they are all elites. For the Zandalar army, which has been fighting hard for so long, it is a strong new force. Tonatiu said.

Lezan didn't answer this time.

His massive head nodded involuntarily.

He didn't really understand.

In this case, though, it's always right to nod your head.

He used to do that a lot.

"This war, if only I want to rely on my army to achieve complete victory. It's like using a glass of water to save a cart of burning firewood, which is impossible. ”

Lezan nodded again.

Leave him alone, nod his head first.

"What we should do is to unite all the forces that can be united. Try to get all the help you can. There are many enemies, but so are the number of our potential allies. ”

Lezan nodded a third time.

This time, the nod made the demon tyrannosaurus Luo A startled.

Once upon a time, how long has it been since I've been so submissive?

The last time I was so obedient was when I was surrounded by King Dasa with many demigods of the wilderness, listening to King Dasa's strategy.

Tens of thousands of years have passed.

Things are not similar, people are no longer the same.

The gods of the wilderness die to die, and the hidden ones are hidden.

Those compatriots who became trolls like themselves have long since become extremely estranged due to misunderstandings caused by competing for believers, trivial matters, etc.

In a trance, Lezan did not hear Tonateu's strategy and words.

He sensed that he was not seeing Tonatiu.

It's the Dasa King.

He saw the demigods of the wilderness who had fought together against bugs, facelessers, and flesh monsters.

Powerful, wise, and high-spirited, King Dasa unified the most powerful group of trolls of the day.

The demigods of the wilderness were very numerous, and because they heard the same voice, they involuntarily gathered around the troll Dasa.

"We have no way back."

"Once we retreat, our world will be destroyed!"

"The forest will be occupied by flesh and blood; The grassland, which will become the placenta of the faceless; The ocean, the amniotic fluid that will turn into a monster embryo. ”

"The world is calling for trolls. Calling for your powerful beings. ”

"Only through sacrifice can victory be achieved."

"For our world!"

"No return!!"

King Dasa, who spoke impassionedly, was a large number of world spirits, that is, demigods of the wilderness.

On the periphery of these world spirits are endless shouts, trolls who are willing to give their lives and souls for the trolls.

Under the command of King Dasa, the demigods and the trolls launched a decisive assault on the enemy.

Many, many world spirits have fallen and returned to Mother World.

The living world spirit is getting stronger and braver.

The more they died, the more sacrificed were the trolls, who died in swarms like ants burned by fire.

For every time a troll falls, a mother troll will give birth to two trolls.

The bloody war lasted for decades.

The spirits of the world and the trolls led by King Dasa have triumphed.

Nlaki was almost slaughtered, and the bugs were driven back underground, cut and divided.

It can no longer pose a threat to the world.

The world is safe.

The Tyrannosaurus Loa's eyes were blurred.

He felt his blood rolling and his soul stirring, as if he had gone back tens of thousands of years.

Those eventful years.

"Dasa ......"

“…… Dasa"

He bowed his head and muttered to himself in a bloody mouth.

"Dasa is no longer there. Those companions are gone, trolls...... It's not the trolls it used to be. ”

For a moment, he even had the idea of letting go of everything he was now.

What believers, what divine powers, what offerings, he doesn't want anymore.

Loa, the Tyrannosaurus, began to give up on himself.

"My child."

"It's not time yet."

"It's not too late."

An eternal warm voice slammed into his soul.

"Now, stand up."

"I need you."