"Speak well! Don't draw the knife!"

On the deck of the Nagfal, seeing Black pulling out Salamani without saying a word, Lao Bonsandy, who was manipulating Garrosh's body, suddenly panicked.

He posed for a "relieving his anger" posture and said to Black:

"You know me, my good friend Black, you know that my power of death comes from my terrible adoptive father, and I can't disobey him at all, especially after he broke into the world where I was hiding...

My demon spirit was controlled by him, my power was weakening, all the servants of the Nether Palace were destroyed, and all my priests were killed by him.

If he hadn't been busy rebuilding his connection with the material world and the shadow world, even the poor Lao Bonsandy would have been killed. I also want to hide the secrets for you, my friend, you know how loyal Lao Bonsandy is to his friends.

But I can't do it."

The troll god of death was so hypocritical that he cried:

"The troll hero souls hidden in the world of Lao Bang Sandy are all gone. They are all thrown into the abyss to extract the heart energy. I really want to save them, but I can't protect myself.

I looked around the world and found that there were very few people who could save me. It was not until this time that I realized how lucky it was to have your friendship.

The priests I sent to Tanaris were sacrificed to Muerzara by the trolls of the sand, but they neglected the treasures left by my priests.

I injected my last wisp of divine power into the mask, and then tempted a sandy deserter to take the mask away from Zulfarak.

I'm waiting in this desolate desert.

Until today, I finally saw you again.

Well, if it weren't for Lao Bonsandy's body now being tied up in the chain of domination, if it weren't for my soul being burned, I would have to give you a big hug to celebrate our goodbye.

Brave Black, for the peace and future of Azeroth, come and create miracles under the leadership of Lao Bonsandy."

Faced with Bonsandy's crying, Black's reaction was quite straightforward.

The cold sword in his hand pressed against Garrosh's neck, waiting for the troll mask in front of him and the two rays of light under the mask, he said:

"Who do you think you are lying to? Who do you think I am? If that's the case, you expect me to believe it? I believe you! You old man is the worst.

To be honest, what is your current situation?

If you have no use value at all, I will sell you to Muerzara with the backhand, and maybe I can still have a good relationship with the Father of the Night.

Maybe he would let me go if he was happy?"

"You're dreaming!"

The old troll was completely unafraid, sneered a few times and said:

"Muerzara knew that you were not lying to you. Hela's crazy man was driven back to the Abyss by you and wanted to seek revenge on you.

You know, she and Muerzara are both from Zoval's sect, and it's impossible for the Father of the Night to figure out your situation.

He won't let you go.

You have to have a clear understanding of his cruelty and ruthlessness. You may be an elegant villain, but he is a truly hopeless thug.

As for my current situation...ah."

Bonsandy made a helpless sigh. He squatted on the deck like a melancholy troll, rubbing his head and said:

"It is indeed not as miserable as I described, my dear friend, but my warm little nest is indeed gone, and Muerzara has occupied it.

I originally wanted to ask the Queen of Winter in the Blazing Fairy Wild for help.

But I usually... ahem, how do you say it? I didn't pay much attention to maintaining friendly relations with the Faye King Court, and before I even walked into the Queen's hall, I was driven out by a group of annoying Faye Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fair

Although I was not caught, I can only hide from xz now."

Black leaned on Salamaine and looked at the "troll squat" in front of Garrosh with a weird look.

This position doesn't feel strange when it is placed on the troll with long legs and thin waists, but a big orc with round waists and big waists exudes a street-like temperament when he does this.

It was almost like wearing Adid, holding melon seeds in his hand, putting a bottle of vodka next to him, and then scolding Suka no longer.

picture.

Too similar.

Black shook his head, getting rid of the strange feeling of déjà vu, he coughed and said:

"If you want me to help you, be honest, Bonsandy, we have worked together well in the past, and we have the foundation for cooperation again.

But if you are not honest, I can't help you.

Tell me, why not hide back to the material world? And, if you send your priests to come here, you can't get it done?

Do you draw lots with your eyes closed when you pick people? You don’t even have any tests of your ability? Can you do anything as simple as this?"

"When is it now? Don't complain about my waste priest, okay?"

Lao Bonsandy said helplessly:

"My priest was about to succeed, but who knew that for some reason, the priest of the blood god Haka had jumped out of his disguise and exposed his disguise. My poor loyal servant was hacked to death by the furious sand troll...

That blood splattered.

It's probably mummified now, right?

As for why I don’t hide back to the material world, I want to come back. Do I dare to come back? There are dangerous things that are not inferior to Muerzara here that are awakening."

Death sneered, glanced at Black, and said:

"I guess, your dog-legged old Garni must have told you that everything is peaceful on Zandala Island, right?"

"Be careful when speaking!"

Black stressed:

"What is a dog-legged person? Old Garni is my most loyal partner. We are close comrades with common interests! You are not allowed to insult my lovely trash god.

It is my favorite Loa!

Then what?

What happened in Zandala Island? Old Ghani didn’t find it but you found it?”

"I almost believed your description, but isn't that another way of saying "I'm so apt to tell you?"

Lao Bonsandy rolled his eyes and stopped hiding anything, saying:

"Old Garni is a garbage picker. He knows the dark changes in the jungle of Nazmir? He doesn't even dare to get close to the lair of Midnight God Chirik.

What useful things can you expect that coward to bring you back?

Let Lao Bonsandy tell you, just a week before I was ‘missed’, Cirick was ‘infected’.”

"Infect?"

Hearing this word, Black squinted his eyes instantly, and he said coldly:

"Audil's seal is still stable! Where can we get the power to infect a god Loa?"

"The barbaric blood trolls dug up another huge cave underground. Obviously, they released some ancient horrors. Odir is indeed stable, but so what?"

Lao Bonsandy said with a sigh:

"It can suppress the evil body, but it cannot suppress the spread of the dark aura. I think it should be related to the things sealed under the Walton Desert.

Your dwarf friend probably didn't tell you everything he did, or someone else took over the job left by the annoying Brian Bronzebeard.

In short, the disaster on Zandala Island is coming!

Do you think I will stay there for them to be buried with you?

I would rather hide in the fiery fairyland and be despised by the annoying magic night fairy every day, than die inexplicably under the blood plague that even the god of Luoa can be infected.

You know me.

Compared to my life, what is it to lose face?

But the biggest problem now is Zulfarak's side. Once the rebuilding of Muerzara's shrine is completed, the Father of the Night returns to Azeroth, and you and I will die."

Lao Bonsandy exaggerated the threat, he said:

"You should know that guy just like me, he is the ancestor god of the trolls, and the faith he can obtain is infinite, and those faiths will reshape his body in the material world.

Once he has a body, some ridiculous demigod will be wiped out by him in an instant.

He claimed to be trying to swallow the world, and it took me tens of thousands of years to make the world forget him. That was the only way.

You must push him back to his grave! In this way, I can also find a way to retake my world, and you and I have a bright future."

"Nonsense, I only see me fighting to the death, and you are getting the benefits next to you."

Black glared at Bonsandy, and said to the treacherous god Loa:

"I don't object to your use of me as a mercenary, but you can't let me do it in vain, right?"

"But I have nothing."

Lao Bonsandy spread his hands and opened his arms on the spot.

He showed a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water and said sickly:

"There is no more than that world, the priest is dead, the palace of the Underworld is abandoned, and I have only this mask left in my hand. All the treasures I carry with me are handed over to the deserted hunting group of the Faye King Court in exchange for them not to destroy the broken shack I lived in temporarily.
To be continued...