You've been in Dasaro for a day! What do you think of the city? ”

In the box.

Bonsandy floats in the air.

The troll's exclusive Grim Reaper was smiling and looking very kind.

"Can you tell Old Bang San? Your Majesty, Bonsandy wants to know how you feel about the city! ”

Tonathiu looked at Bonsandy.

He was not surprised that He would appear in the city.

The Troll Reaper has always been elusive, and for an existence like Him, it is likely that wherever there are hordes of trolls gathered, he can arrive freely.

As for how He went......

Maybe it's the instinct of the Race Grim Reaper, or maybe it's through another mirror image of the universe – the Shadow Country.

Freedom to come and go with the authority of death.

This is something that Tornathiu does not want to pursue, and there is no need to pursue it.

But the question of Him......

"It's good, it's great."

"It's really, really lively."

"It's a nice city."

Tonatiu thought for a moment and said softly.

"Tut~"

Bonsandy snorted.

He seemed a little dissatisfied with Tonatiu's answer.

"It's not enough. Far from enough. Your Majesty, you are not honest enough. We're old buddies! Old Bond Sandy wants to know what you really think! ”

Tonatiu was silent.

He looked around.

Bonsandy seemed to see his scruples, and the old guy laughed strangely: "Your Majesty, you and old Bonsandy are the same existence. Our conversation, unless he's the same as us, and he's still nearby. Otherwise, mortals will not hear. ”

"Like these cute little guys. They can only see us talking, but they don't know what we say! Bonsandy smiled and pointed to the people next to him who were shocked and turned their heads to look left and right.

Tonatiu found that they seemed to genuinely sense Bonsandy's presence, but could not hear their own conversation with him.

Does a divine being still have this ability?

As the new Azeroth Divine Being, Tonatiu didn't know much about this knowledge.

"Dasaro, I mean Zudasa is good. Zandalar is also very good. Tonatiu said softly.

"But no matter how good it is, it's not mine. And ......"

"And what?"

Bonsandy asked expectantly.

"It's too old."

Tonatyiu's tone became low.

"It's like the history of trolls. It's too old. ”

"Aha! Bon Sandy is delighted! Your Majesty, old Bond Sandy is really happy! The old man was happy, and he shook his head and smiled. You're thinking the same as old Bonsandy! The city is so old! It's so old! Too old to fit the old Bonsandy position! ”

The old fellow was rarely a little hysterical, as if in response to his emotions, and a storm of death blew in the room of the box for no apparent reason.

The terrifying and oppressive aura of the dead descended, leaving the other trolls and Sara pale, except for Tonatiu and Bonsandy.

Tonatiu frowned.

This Bonsandy, is this too carried away, or is it deliberate? He did this, and who in Zandalar didn't know that He was here?

With His power, not only in the box, but also in a small area around the area, it may be affected by His power to get carried away.

If there's a corpse around here, or some unlucky guy dying soon.

Under the influence of the power of the Troll Reaper, which erupts after getting carried away, the corpse will become the dead; The unlucky guy who is seriously injured and is about to die is estimated to die immediately.

Shaking his head, Tonatiu clenched his fist.

An invisible ring of energy spread out from his body.

In an instant, every piece of space within a radius of tens of meters was enveloped!

The ring of energy was like a giant bowl, upside down above the tavern!

In an instant.

The storm of death that Bun Sandy had formed with his triumph, and all the unnatural energy in this small area, dissipated in an instant as if it had never existed.

Death, but also retreat in front of the materialists!

"Wow~"

The old guy screamed.

"Your Majesty! It's really uncomfortable for you to wake up like this! Old Bonsandy seemed to have been swept away by the cold wind just now! It's a ruthless force. ”

Tonatiu retorted: "Do as you do, and it is likely that in a little while His Majesty Lezan will come." ”

"Okay, okay." Bonsandy muttered, "I almost forgot this was the muscular dragon's territory!" ”

He has restrained much.

"Your Majesty~"

He laughed and groaned, "Zudasa is too old! Zandalar is too old! So, what do you want to do? ”

This guy is too obvious.

Reminiscent of his procrastination in the game's plot, when Rastaha is in danger, and his all-out efforts to help Princess Zandalla ascend to the throne and reform......

"I don't want to do anything," Tonatiu said. Old places, old things, let it grow old. But decaying leaves, which can also be used as nutrients for new leaves, are not useless. ”

"It's profound! It seems that His Majesty does not want to discuss these with Old Bonsandy~" Bonsandy said.

Tonatiu was silent.

He may have ambitions to replace Zandalara, but not now.

What he saw and heard in Zandalar today showed Tonatiu that the desert trolls and himself still had a long way to go.

Bonsandy, this guy has been under Lezan for I don't know how many years. I guess I'm suffocated and want to do something in Dasaro.

But that's not about him.

Tonatiu doesn't want to get involved for the time being.

He's now figuring out how to get help from Zandalara.

Unless Bonsandy can bring him more benefits than Zandalara's aid.

Otherwise, even if they were allies.

Tonatiu stood in the position of leader and head of a community, and he would never help Bangsandy do anything to Zendala.

To use a phrase that's been trending with goblins lately, and that is, "Hey! Friend, that's going to have to add money! ”

Seeing that Tonatiu didn't want to speak, Bangsandy suddenly became a little distracted.

"Your Majesty~"

"What a realistic troll you are! You should be a businessman! You've broken the heart of old Bonsandy! Old Bonned Sandy doesn't want to see you lately! Goodbye, Your Majesty~ Old Bang Sandy is going back to my grave to nourish your broken heart! ”

With his slightly unpleasant grumbling, the form of the Troll Reaper vanished into the room.

As soon as He vanished.

The other trolls and Sarah, who seemed to be being choked by the throat just now, all began to pant loudly and break out in a cold sweat.

Tonatiu looked at them.

Whether it's Sara or the desert trolls, it's all uncomfortable.

Only the two Titan Trolls were a little better, but their faces were also a little bad.

This made him realize that Bonsandi was so powerful, and just the power that he leaked out after he got carried away after excitement could make ordinary people so uncomfortable.

If it weren't for the outbreak of Bang Sandy's storm of the dead, the strong people within a few dozen meters of the vicinity might have a bad face for a few days, and the guys who were in poor health would have been sick for several days.

The guy who is in poor health and sick is estimated to have to get a ticket to see Bonsandy in advance.

Bonsandy was not very happy and left.

But his question also reminded Tonatiu.

I'm in Zandalara, what should I do?

He pondered the question as others struggled to regain their mental state.

After about a few minutes.

The people in this room, whether they are trolls or Sarah, are not ordinary people after all, and relatively have better resistance, will, and resilience.

The impact of Bonsandy's power leakage has finally slowly dissipated.

The least affected was Zumulain, who was originally the sacrificial of Bangsandi and was the first to recover.

But when he recovered, Tonatiu asked him a question that puzzled Bonsandy's dependents:

"Zumuran, you and Zakhadze should be familiar with Dazaro. What do you think is the right place for business in Dazaro? ”

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