Tyrion asks Bonsandy if he has an opinion?

Nonsense! Of course!

Bonsandy knew very well what Tyrion was going to take from Thor's corpse, which was the treasure he wanted to get, but the problem was that because the last time he colluded with Hela to snatch the loot was very bad, the reason why the war between the two Grim Reaper did not break out was probably because of the relationship between Bonsandy and Odil.

This is equivalent to the fact that the peace between Bonsandy and Tyrion is based on a weak line, and in this case, as long as Bonsandy is still sane, he will not be willing to provoke Tyrion anymore.

"Tear up"

With the sound of thunder, Tyrion took his hand out of the Thunder King's coffin, and held a strange and delicate mechanical heart in his hand, which was a huge thing in the size of the Moorko, and in Tyrion's hands, it was more like an enlarged version of a football.

Just by looking at the dazzling thunder that entwined the mechanical heart, the exquisite shape and the blue energy flowing in it, you knew that this thing was definitely not something that the masters of engineering in Azeroth could make, this heart flowing with terrifying power was also something that Thor "stole" from the Great Guardian Rai.

Rai's heart...

The source of the power of the Great Guardian, a real artifact made by the Titans of the Pantheon, this is the second half of the story that Tyrion did not finish telling the Supreme Celestials, the reason why Thor was able to leap from a small warlord with no name to become the most powerful emperor in the whole of Pandaria, and even in the whole world, is because he took away the power of a secondary Titan from his own creator.

The enemies who fight Thor are the equivalent of a discounted Great Guardian battle... That was already the top power of Azeroth, and even the current Tyrion didn't dare to say that he was sure to win, so how could anyone else win?

"The Guardian's Heart... From the pure power of Al-Mansur, the power of creation..."

Tyrion placed the mechanical heart in front of him, and behind him, an unwilling Bonsandy clenched his fists, while the other trolls looked at the Endless Heart of Thunder and Lightning, held up by the High Lord, with the same gaze as if they were mythical.

"What's that look on your face? My friend Bonsandy. ”

The Great Lord put the thunder-wrapped heart into a special box, he looked back at the dark prophet Zul behind him, that is, Bonsandi, he saw the lonely expression on Bonsandy's face, Tyrion smiled, he looked back at the Thunder King lying in the sarcophagus, the huge body, wearing thunder armor, in that cumbersome crown, he couldn't see the face of Thor, but it should be the face of a demon ancient.

The High Lord shook his head, reached out and closed the Thunder King's coffin, then handed Bonsandy a cigar cigarette.

The two chatted like close friends:

"You see, as you wish, I have handed over Thor and his legions to you, and you should be glad that you have a reliable force to protect Odil... Why do you have such an expression? ”

The dust had settled, and everything he had planned had come to naught, and Bonsandy said unwillingly while swallowing the clouds with Zur's body:

"You're strong enough, and with this Thunderbolt Heart, Hela is definitely no match for you, maybe after you kill Hela, you'll turn around and try to kill me... Why should I be happy? Is it because of his imminent eternal death? ”

Tyrion shook his head at Bonsandy's sour compliment, and between the flickers of the cigar smoke, he let out a puff of smoke, and between the smoke mixed with the strange aroma, he said:

"No, I wouldn't use this Thunderbolt Heart myself, not to mention that this Titan power is not compatible with death, and I don't trust this alien power, I will use it on another guy, how can I say? Another form of things should be returned to their rightful owners. ”

"Then you give it to me!"

Bonsandy whispered:

"I'll exchange one-tenth of the land of Hades for this thing!"

"Don't change!"

The High Lord simply rejected the longing Bonsandy, and he glanced at the Troll Reaper:

"It's not that I don't care about your Hades, it's because no matter what you want to do with it, you haven't found out that you have the perfect replacement in your hands!"

"Huh?"

Bonsandy's eyes widened:

"How did I not know I had another Guardian Heart in my hand, etc... What do you mean..."

Seeing that Bonsandy understood what he meant, Tyrion nodded with satisfaction, and he said step by step:

"As you said, Tarok and the Virgin of Innocence, the guardians of Odil, are going mad, and since they are almost useless, why not "reuse"? You see, Thor has proven that his body can carry the power of a pure Titan, which is not something that any Titan creature can do, which means that with another Guardian Heart, he can also harness that power perfectly... Do you understand what I mean? ”

Tyrion patted Zur on the shoulder, and he whispered:

"You see, these things like the so-called guardians are rigid and arrogant, how can they use them with confidence? The Titans are dead, who will trouble you for this? You're just like Hela, you're shackled by old-fashioned thinking, and you're surrounded by two half-crazy guardians... Theoretically, you can even make two "Thor"! ”

"Maybe Tarok's heart isn't as powerful as Rai's, but as you can see, Thor can't perfectly exert 100% of the strength of Thunderbolt's heart, so maybe it's better to give him a weaker one?"

Tyrion's evil wisdom seemed to open a door to a new world for Bonsandy at this moment, but the troll Grim Reaper was cunning, he looked at Tyrion suspiciously, and he whispered:

"You're not such a helpful guy, why are you telling me that? What are you going to do? ”

"First of all!"

The High Lord became very patient at this moment, and he explained to Bonsandy in detail:

"First of all, I appreciate the soul of Thor, if it weren't for his soul in your hands, I would personally carry out this idea, you know, I like those warriors who dare to defy fate! Thor, having seen his fate, did not resign himself to that cowardly future, on the contrary, he felt shamed because of the collapse of his own creator, Rai! ”

"He would rather give his cowardly creator a relief with his own hands, and then carry the sacred burden on Lay's shoulders himself, and maintain the order left by the Titans in his own way, he rebelled against fate and did not submit to it like other Titanic creations... This is a wild and uninhibited soul, a soul that I admire, so I am willing to give him a new path of destiny to walk. ”

Tyrion's fingers flicked, and he looked at Bonsandy:

"That's all that has been said, let me ask, what do you want to give me the soul of Thor in your hand? Soul? Security, or territory? Feel free to ask... I am willing to pay for such a soul. ”

"I also want to do this business, but the problem is that I can't..."

Bonsandy patted the sarcophagus beside him with some regret:

"The Priest of Zandalara, who made the covenant with Thor, is not my follower, and according to the covenant, I only have the right to retain this soul, not the right to transfer it... But hearing you say that, I suddenly thought that maybe I should invest more in Thor, maybe he will surprise me! ”

"Well, that's a shame."

Tyrion shrugged:

"Secondly, although Elune and I are planning something, it is clear that there is no place for these Titan Guardians in the world I plan for the future, they belong to the products of the previous era, and they should be destroyed at the end of this era... The reason I suggest you do that is because I am doing that, and since they can't fulfill their mission, they don't have the meaning of existence, and I'm going to reuse these "wastes" with great power..."

"In my way, of course!"

"You're such a villain! They didn't provoke you! ”

Bonsandy snorted:

"Just because they don't want to obey you, they have to die? You're so domineering, you didn't even give them a choice. ”

"Trust me."

Tyrion flicked the ashes of his cigar cigarette, and he whispered:

"I gave, and they chose death... That's it, and there's one last reason why I'm so generous to you, Bonsandy, Thor is out of the way, let's be honest about the problem between us. ”

The High Lord's voice became serious:

"The Dead Realm, which was split apart by the Great Bang 10,000 years ago, must become one, and your Hades, Hela's Hell Abyss, must be subsumed into the newborn Dead Realm! This is non-negotiable... But compared to the contradictions between me and Hela, it is not impossible for me and you to talk about it. ”

"Of course you can use Thor and his legion as your new force, you can contact those Loas to help you out, you can even stand with the mad woman Hela to fight me, you see, I am not a domineering person, I will not ask you to tie your hands and fight against me, so you can do whatever you want, until my army finds the location of Hades, until you and I face each other!"

"But if you choose to fight, then there is destined to be only one person between us who can rule the two dead realms, and I believe that person will not be you!"

The unceremonious description caused Bonsandy to bare his teeth at Tyrion, but the High Lord didn't care about that, he reached out and stroked the blue mist in front of him, his voice softer.

"Or, you can choose to side with me..."

"You and I will join forces to get rid of Hela, and when the Dead Realm is reunited, you can continue to be your troll Reaper... You should know very well that I don't have much interest in collecting souls, you can continue to live in your Hades and become the Deathwalker of my command on behalf of the troll civilization, and I won't even dictate to you... I'm not interested in being a supreme king in the dead world, you should know that..."

"I have a bigger vision, I have a higher pursuit, Azeroth... It's just my starting point, not my end, and what I want doesn't conflict with what you have now, and you haven't realized it. ”

"You want me to obey you?"

Bonsandy's voice became cold and dry:

"You want you to kneel in front of you? Do you think it's possible? ”

"I don't think it's possible, does it have anything to do with whether this thing will succeed or not?"

The Great Lord didn't care, waved his hand to open a passage of death in the tomb in front of him, and he looked back at Bonsandy:

"You've had plenty of time to consider my advice before Hela falls, Bonsandy, don't get carried away by anger and face, you should know that I'm giving you a way to go... You are my friend, and I will never forget the help you gave me at the beginning, so I am willing to open up to you! ”

"But there's only one chance..."

"There's one thing in Thor Island that I have to take with me... After I take it, the place will be yours... Also, don't try to interfere with the order of life and death in Pandaria, Bonsandy..."

"I watched you, and I warned you!"

"Buzz"

The figure of the Great Lord disappeared into the tomb, and the blue deadly mist began to dissipate rapidly, and after Tyrion disappeared, the surviving trolls could feel that the breath like a blade on their necks was gone, and they could breathe freely again...

But no one did, not even Princess Tarangi.

Everyone was looking at the dark prophet Zur, or rather, at least Loa, who had descended here in Zur's body.

Whether they want to accept it or not, today, it was because of Bonsandy's appearance that they escaped from Tyrion... Their Grim Reaper, once again, saved them.

"Alas, you see what you shouldn't see, you hear what you shouldn't hear... It's a pity. ”

The Dark Prophet Zur let out a long sigh, and he turned around, his cold and ruthless black eyes looking at the Zandalar trolls in front of him, and in his left hand, between the dark and cold power entanglements, a black war spear appeared in Bonsandy's hand.

"Nope! No! ”

Princess Tarangi realized what death was going to do, and with a pale face, she struggled to her feet, and with her arms outstretched in front of her retinue, she cried out:

"Wait for me to go back! Bonsandy, I will immediately ask my father to launch an army to destroy the blood trolls of Nazmir! I promise! ”

"Oh?"

Bonsandy let out a playful sound:

"Ah, you've definitely heard what Tyrion said, you're a clever kid who knows what to do when it's time to die... But why should I trust you? ”

"Especially you, Tarangi, you should know... My relationship with Lezan is terrible! ”

"Want life? Want to live? ”

In the dark eyes of the dark prophet Zur, a cold flame bloomed at this moment, and Bonsandy stretched out his left hand and said to the terrified trolls in front of him:

"Then offer your faith..."

"All I ask for is this, insignificant..."<

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