An assassination of the orcs against the troll officers and leaders began.

Just left the prisoner camp.

Tonatiu frowned, looking at the distorted space in the rainy night ahead.

Four void gates opened, tall, short, fat and thin, men, women and children, four spellcasters with their own characteristics, carrying shadow energy and demons, through the space to arrive here.

The visitors were beaming when they saw Tonatiu, and that was exactly what they were aiming for.

The Shadow Council would have suffered heavy casualties if it had scattered so many low-level assassins, but in order to find out where the troll leader was.

The sacrifice was worth it.

"By the will of the great leader Naozu." The orc at the head can actually speak the language of trolls.

Obviously, some simple alien languages are not too much of a problem for these high-level spellcasters.

Just like on the Zandalar Sacrifice side, there are many ways to understand the language of the orcs.

Of course, the orcs also have a way to learn the language of this world very quickly.

Kzra and the troll guards dispersed vigilantly, surrounding Tonatyiu.

Chatonatiu stood still, and the rain automatically avoided him.

He automatically skipped the scene and with a much taller height than them, he condescendingly observed the newcomers:

A pitch-black raven, three orcs.

The orc who spoke was still holding a shadow-colored crystal ball in his hand, and divine fluctuations came out of the crystal, very faint, but very pure, and the darkness was pleasing to the eye.

[Shadow Orb: Legendary Artifact, Manifestation of Darkness, Creation of the Void]

The raven man was pitch black, and the bird's head looked at Tonatiu, its feathers were smooth, and the rain on it was automatically avoided.

It seems that its fur is still waterproof.

Not a cursed fallen raven, not the kind of exile. It's the kind of raven man on the peak of Tongtian, but its feathers are not golden or red.

The remaining three orcs were two men and one woman, and to be honest, apart from their hairstyles and genders, Tonatiu couldn't see any differences.

Orcs are just as strong.

Even if it's a spellcaster.

"You have to die. The leader of the natives, Lord Naozu, wants you dead. ”

"Death is your only way back."

"Are you that confident?" Tonatiu said playfully.

"You look strong, but not strong enough. And Mistress Naozu and Mistress Tik are watching us, and we will not fail. ”

This time it was the Raven Man who spoke.

"Eska. Shut up. The old male orc warlock reprimanded the Raven Man. You're talking too much. ”

"I'm sorry, I said something I shouldn't have said."

The four warlocks carried the surveillance magic of their high positioners, in other words, Neozu was watching Tonatiu from behind them.

"In that case, it looks like I'm going to get serious." Tonathiu said with a smile.

There are two kinds of true power, one is grand and the other is subtle.

The Great, like Sargeras, like the Titans.

Those who are subtle, such as Egwen, such as Aishara and Kilgardan, Akmund.

One is to take the whole picture.

On the other hand, there is endless research on a certain field and a certain force.

Tonatiu showed the four Warlocks of the Shadow Council, and the masters behind them, what it means to be unfathomable.

He whistled.

Before the warlocks could react, a huge black shadow fell on their heads.

"Roar~"

There was a loud roar in the rainy night.

The warlocks were shocked.

The indigenous leader has a terrifying black dragon, and the voice is clearly his.

They want to cast a spell and leave.

The Void Gate began to take shape.

"The Law of No Dust." Tonatiu sighed.

The Troll King's rarely used aura unleashed power in a flash, though the lasting effect was only for a brief blink of an eye.

But when they interrupted the sorcerers' spells, they panicked for a moment, and let them tumble in the blood of the demon's unique spatial magic after the failure.

The annihilation dragon Lulu fell.

Flesh and blood blur.

Four powerful warlocks, at least level 18 or 17, didn't even have time to use a shadow attack magic.

He died in another world.

The spellcasters who didn't know the information of Tonatiu and dared to get so close to him could only end up with death.

"Roar~"

Lulu, who is not a picky eater, will drag out the corpses of the four warlocks it trampled to death and eat them.

Like a tiger eating four rats, it blinked its mouth and roared again.

"Roar~"

Tonatiu smiled.

"You don't even think it tastes good. It seems that the taste of the void is indeed not very good. ”

"Roar~"

The Dragon Slayer roared again, and it flew up.

Tonatiu walked over and picked up the treasure in the Raven Man's hand just now, a pure black round crystal, from the place where the Exterminating Dragon had deliberately left untouched.

The thing had a bright black glow on the ground.

Shadow Orb.

As soon as it landed in the hands of the Troll King, the pure shadow that radiated everywhere suddenly converged.

As if a snail or turtle had been caught, it retracted into its shell.

Looking at it, Tonatiu looked playful.

If this thing is the Shadow Orb, then it is an essential material for a peerless weapon.

In the last life, it fell into the hands of humans, but in this life it fell so easily into its own hands.

【Ding! Lootable divinity detected]

[Do you plunder the target Shadow and Void divinity?] 】

In the retina, the prompt of the system automatically pops up.

Thinking about it, Tonatiu did not choose to plunder.

"Leave it alone for now." He ordered the system like this, and then stuffed the [Shadow Orb] into the Tyrannosaurus leather pouch he carried with him.

With a physique like him, only the Demon Tyrannosaurus Skin Pocket with very high magic resistance can slightly isolate the influence of the aura.

But it didn't last long.

At most, about 10 days, you will have to change your pocket. Otherwise, the Tyrannosaurus's magic resistance will disappear and become a simple leather pocket.

Like this one on him, he no longer has magic resistance, and has been wiped out by the aura.

The pearls in it were given away or spent by him before the magic was erased.

The Shadow Orb has been properly placed.

Tonatiu glanced at the awe-inspiring Zandalar troll guards, and he whispered, his voice through the rain curtain:

"Clean up this place and get rid of the corpses inside. In addition, send the orc I just questioned to the temple of Lezan. ”

I don't know if it was a demotion or an upgrade, Darkdin became the warden of this captive camp, and the fanatics of Lezan nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, Your Majesty." To this day, the trolls are still shocked by the power of the Desert King.

Of those four terrifying spellcasters, Darkdin felt that he couldn't handle any of them.

But in an instant, they were killed by the pets of His Majesty the King of the Desert.

His Majesty the God King turned around and walked into the rainy night.