On the top floor.

Bonsandi floated beside Tonatiu, and the old troll intervened and looked down at Zutona with Tonatiu.

"It's so beautiful. Your Majesty, it's really beautiful. Vibrant and vibrant, Old Bang Sandy feels that your city is 10,000 times stronger than the decaying Zudasa! ”

The Troll Grim Reaper exclaimed.

"No wonder you don't want Zulfarak. Compared to that desert ruin, your city is the real city. ”

"Thank you for the compliment." Tonatiu said flatly. "Your Majesty, say it, your purpose."

"Hey......"

The old troll sighed heavily.

"Every time you don't need me for a while, it's like this. It really makes Bonsandy sad. You'll only be kind when you need me, and how old Bonnedy wants you to be in trouble. That way, you'll know how good Bang Sandy is. ”

"Are you cursing me?"

"Huh? How dare Bonsandy? It's just old Bonsandy's delusion, and I guess it's going to be delusional all along, right? ”

"Ha ......"

Tonatiu smiled but didn't speak.

"Okay, okay." Bonsandy looked sad.

"Then let's talk about business......

"Your Majesty, remember our deal? Old Bond Sandy cut a finger for you, you won't forget it, will you?! ”

"How?" Tonatiu said. "Do you need one for you back? Pick yourself, 6 fingers, you pick one. ”

Tonatiu waved his hand at Him, with six thick, flexible fingers on it.

Bonsandy was stunned, and opened his mouth silently, actually a little excited.

Cutting a finger is nothing to a troll. Not to mention a disability, it's not even a serious injury.

Not to mention a mere finger, even if the thigh is cut off. With enough food and time to heal, you can recover as before, which may or may not be better.

It's not that there are no trolls who cut off their limbs, or that they want to grow new and better limbs......

The other races of Azeroth have a bad joke: one day a troll is left on a desert island where there is nothing but fresh water. The troll has only one knife on his body...... Excuse me, how did the trolls live alone on the island for years without dying?

Trolls' vitality and resilience can be used as a joke, which shows how strong they are in this regard.

However, the existence of divinity is not the same as the existence of divinity.

Their bodies are already the embodiment of some law of the world.

He cut off a part of his body, and although he could grow it, he paid more than a little flesh.

Rather, they are part of their existence.

One of Tonatyu's fingers, if he could get his unreasonable magic immunity, Bonsandy was willing to give a lot of things in exchange.

Looking at Tonatiu's smiling expression, the old troll still shook his head wisely: "Old Bonsandy is not that kind of troll, don't look at me like this." ”

Tonatiu withdrew his finger and smiled, "I don't think you would do such a thing. ”

"......" Bonsandy looked at him helplessly, and then said again. I brought you news from Ciric. ”

Tonatiu knew that there must be something going on with him coming to his door, and that it must have something to do with Loa the bat, and now it was.

"I used 50 human skulls, and from Shadra, I got a message - no troll knows why the mother spider is so obsessed with human skulls! Trolls' skulls are even more beautiful! ”

Bonsandy commented on the hobby of the god Loa, but saw Tonatiu looking at him with crossed hands.

"Okay. All right. To get back to the point, Bonsandi is old and always likes to go off topic. ”

Shadra said. Chirik may have recently come to the Western Continent. The reason is said to be that there is a race of sacrifices here that may be blind and want to believe in Him. His Bat Majesty has recently had a crisis of faith with the Trolls, and he may be very interested in it. ”

"What are you going to do?" Tonatiu asked without any nonsense.

Cirik has a grudge against him, and he killed one of his god clones. Although it seems that he took the initiative to do something, but for the enemy, of course, it is the dead enemy who makes me feel more at ease.

As for plotting Chirik with Bonsandy, Tonatiu had no psychological pressure at all.

The true Virgin cannot become a leader unless she has a super backstage to rely on.

"There's a plan!"

Syllable!

Bonsandy slapped his palm.

"When He really came to the Western Continent. How about we go and kill Him? At least force Him to hand over the "night" or "darkness"! ”

"That's what I promised you. Of course there is no problem, what do you want to do? Tonatiu asked.

It's good to say that in the game, the bat Loa was killed by the players.

But take away His "darkness" and "night" divinity, but do not kill His word.

Without the "dark" or "night" attribute of the bat Loa, can it still be called a bat?

A bat that can appear during the day, and Cirick is not Bruce Wayne.

"If only you wanted!" Bonsandy said happily. "Without you. Bonsandy might be able to roast bats. But if you want to get the divinity of bats, there is really no good way. ”

"The question is, how do you ambush Cirik? Where is He going when he comes here? What race but the trolls would believe in Him? Could it be the troll tribe over here? Tonatiu asked several questions.

"Not a troll." Bonsandy shook his head slowly. "Shadra is talking about a poor race. They are born from the blood of the demigods of the wilderness, but they have no master to rely on. All the while, they have lived in ignorance and barbarism. ”

"What race?" Tonatiu asked curiously.

There are quite a few intelligent races on Kalimdor's side, such as Kadore, Trolls, Centaurs, Harpys, and Wild ......

"They have the appearance of pigs, with pigs' noses, but they walk on two feet. Think of them as pigs. Bonsandy said unconcernedly.

"Boar Man?!"

"Huh?! That's right, it seems to be the name. Bang Sandy said.

"The Boar People believe in Ciric?" Tonatiu frowned.

He remembered that there didn't seem to be this in the game.

"What's wrong with that?" Bonsandy asked rhetorically.

"No problem."

There really is no problem, this is the real Azeroth after all. In the game, the Angolo crater can be walked around in a few minutes, and in reality......

Tonatiu rode Lulu and couldn't fly for a day or a night!

"Then you take your time. This is your forte, and when you need my help, come and let me know, I owe you a favor. Tonatiu said.

"Okay."

Bonsandy smiled.

Two trolls, one old and one young, decided the pitiful future of a Loa.