"Who summoned the Hellfire?"

On the way back to the consulate area.

Tonateu asked Miss Koshami.

"Ha~"

Saratas's voice was filled with joy.

Her voice had become more and more emotional, and she was no longer as sneering at Tonatiu as she had been in the past.

The tone of his voice when he spoke to him was like that of a god on high talking to an ant on the ground.

"Probably the guardian of the previous Tirisfa." Salatas said.

"How can you be sure?" Tonatiu was also suspicious of him, after all, he summoned six Hellfires in one hand, and in this era when even the profession of Warlock might not have been born.

Only the mother and son can do it, after all, Mr. Sa lives in her son's body.

But at this time of time, Tonatiu had learned from Modra that the future Astral Mage should still be sleeping.

It's unlikely that Medivan would have made it to Zandalar and give herself a doomsday call.

And he has no enmity with him, the one who has enmity is his current Egwen.

Not only does he have a grudge with Egwen, but this feud is a bit big.

Modra stabbed her and pricked her again.

Not only did he snatch her staff, but he also threw her to the Eternal Dragon, intending to kill her by the Eternal Dragon's hand.

This hatred is not shared even by ordinary people.

Not to mention Egwen's character.

"It should be her." Faced with Tonatyiu's suspicions, Salatas said with certainty: "The people who have been stabbed by me and do not die, I can feel them every time they appear near me. ”

"You still have this ability?!" Tonatiu was skeptical.

"Huh! I am an indescribable god of the ancients! Salatas said dismissively.

Tonatiu actually didn't doubt her, the true combat power of the ancient gods may not be overwhelming, and the strongest ancient gods can pinch the Titans to death.

But with all their strange and unspeakable abilities, even the Titans are helpless.

The combat power may not be the strongest, but in terms of support and other aspects, the ancient gods are more powerful than the other.

Although Saratas only has such a little bit of her body and only a little bit of her soul, she is also an ancient god no matter how she says it.

Greeted by Elune's light, Tonatyu and the desert trolls, as well as a human maiden Sara, were escorted by some Rastali executors all the way back to the consulate.

On a whim, Tonatiu asked Saratas, "I don't know if it's convenient for you to answer a question." ”

Saratas whispered: "Maybe I'll answer, maybe I won't." ”

"Yogsaron is the god of a thousand throats, Cthun is the god of a thousand eyes, Ashaji is the god of the seven evil heads, and Enzos is the god of a thousand whiskers, so—what god are you, your great Majesty Saratas?" Tonatiu asked.

Salatas was silent.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Tonatius tirelessly asked, "Hmm...... Eyes, throat and mouth, seven heads, and one more is an octopus...... Xiao Sa, you can't be the god of a thousand noses or a god of a thousand ears or a god of a thousand hands or a god of a thousand hands or a god of a thousand feet, right?! ”

"Shut up!"

Saratas was finally no longer silent.

"Don't call me Sa!"

"No, Sa." Tonatiu refused. "Unless you tell me, what is your real body like?! It can't really be a thousand feet or a thousand hands, right? Wait, you have claws! There don't seem to be any other ancient gods, are you really a thousand-armed Guanyin?! ”

"Shut up!" Salatas roared, and Tonatiu could tell she was about to turn into rage.

However, Tonatiu ignored her impotent rage and continued, "Blade of the Dark Empire, aka Claw of Saratas. That is, you live in your paws ?! Your true body can't be the God of a Thousand Claws, right? It's full of claws, it's indescribable! ”

"Shut up!"

"Sa, I want to know ......"

"Shut up!"

"Xiao Sa, don't do this."

"Shut up!"

"Xiao Sa, are you just going to say shut up?"

Salatas was silent for a moment.

"Don't talk again!"

She was autistic.

Tonatiu tried a few more times, but she didn't get a response.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right.

In the communication with the old god sister, you must take the initiative and not let the ancient god have the upper hand.

Today, Salatas' performance was a bit out of control, and Tonathiu didn't want her to go too far, so he deliberately did it.

"Hoo ......"

Tonatiu took a long breath.

The Falaki consulate arrived.

……

……

Zanshur.

in the Royal Palace.

The little troll girl was lying on the bed, her eyes closed peacefully, and she was sleeping.

Rastaha looked at his beloved daughter, and repeatedly confirmed that his beloved daughter was safe from the nearby Loa priests who were good at healing.

"Your Majesty. Her Highness was only frightened, and with the reassurance of His Majesty Lezan, she would be safe. ”

"Okay. Lezan is on top. ”

Rastaha said in a deep voice: "On this terrible night, there is finally good news for me. ”

"Leave a few people here to take care of my Tarangi. There are a few more executors at the door. Let the gods and warriors be careful! Rastaha instructed his men.

After repeatedly confirming the safety of Princess Tarangi, he left Tarangi's bedside, and when he was about to walk out of the princess's bedroom, he couldn't help but ask the princess's maid:

"My Queen. Hasn't she come out yet? ”

"Your Majesty."

The troll maid bowed her head.

"After hearing that His Highness had an accident. Her Royal Highness was anxious, but she felt that she could not help much. She immediately went to His Majesty's shrine to pray for His Highness, wishing His Highness good health. ”

Rastaha was silent for a moment.

"Maybe Tarangi can be safe because of my beloved prayers."

"Your Majesty. We think so too. The troll maid whispered with her head down.

"Hmm. Take care of Tarangi. Rastaha said, and walked out of the princess's bedchamber.

Get out of the palace.

Rastaha saw his close friend and most trusted servant, the Dark Prophet standing quietly outside.

The frosty moonlight shone on his golden mask, reflecting a sparkling glow in the moonlight, dazzling Rastaha's eyes.

"How's the frost trolls doing?" Rastaha walked over.

"It's not good. It's troublesome. Malak is a good troll, and his death will throw Zudak into chaos. The trolls in the Frost Troll Consulate were all furious. Zur said.

Rastaha paused as he walked, "Zandalar doesn't want that, either. We'll make the blood trolls pay for their blood debts, and we'll give them an account. ”

"I've already said it." Zur replied.

"What about the victims?"

"The bereavement pension is already being prepared."

Rastaha nodded.

He walked past the hunched Zur and out of Princess Tarangi's courtyard, leaving Zur with a tall and muscular back.

Just when at the door.

His Majesty Rastaha said without looking back, "Have you seen it a long time ago?" What happened tonight. ”

"I'm sorry. Your Majesty, I don't see it. Zur said apologetically, as if everything was his fault. The filth of the blood god obscured my eyes. The fornication of corrosion and death can blind the eyes of the gods. ”

Rastaha didn't turn around and continued walking, but what he said next made the troll unaware of his emotions:

"Tonight. You called him seven times, Your Majesty. ”