Tyrion wasn't mistaken about Bonsandy's form.

But he misunderstands the reason for the weakening of Bonsandi's power, death, death is never a force that can be sincerely believed, in times of life and death crisis, trolls will believe in Bonnedi to survive the danger, but once the danger disappears, the trolls will soon turn to other Loa, such as the god of power, Rezan, such as the god of conspiracy, Shadra.

Bonsandy is the oldest and oldest of all Loa, but his position is just as awkward.

Trolls have traditionally worshipped many things they can't understand, and the uncanny beasts of the ancient world, the souls with mystical powers, and the most powerful and wise of the people are called Loa, the gods of the trolls.

As a result, after thousands of years, the number of Loa believed by the trolls is very large, most of them exist in the soul state, and they are all weak, at least for Tyrion at this time, very weak.

But the existence of these Loa has seriously diluted the number of other Loa's believers, especially for the Grim Reaper, the number of souls in his hands directly determines whether the power is strong or not, look at the place where Bang Sandi lives, a dilapidated temple that is about to collapse, it is obvious that it has not been rested for a hundred years, which has already proved Bang Sandy's bad situation at this time.

He needed help, and Tyrion needed the information he wanted, and the basis for the cooperation emerged, so after a bit of tension, the two sides finally got into a conversation.

They talked a lot, about Hades, about the belief in trolls, and about the depths of the underworld and the secrets of Vargri, although Bonsandi is now down, but his glorious history is not boastful, he was born with the troll civilization, and in his memory, there are many secrets hidden before the appearance of history.

"Hey, hey, you want old Bondy to risk angering that crazy woman in Hela and help you catch those nosy Wagries?"

The skull-masked troll Grim Reaper smirked slyly, and after a moment, he stopped laughing eerily, and behind the skull mask, those eyes stared at Tyrion:

"This is a very dangerous thing, so if you want to ask Old Bond Sandy to help, you have to show your sincerity and sign a contract with me, and the souls of all the creatures you kill will belong to Old Bond Sandy!"

"It can't be!"

Tyrion replied to the lion's open mouth, sat cross-legged on the ground, and said to the troll god of death:

"I'm ambitious too, my friend Bonsandy, and I need some soul too... So we can modify this contract, you are the god of death of the trolls, so the souls of all the trolls killed by the Knights of the Dark Blade should belong to you! ”

"It's not enough! Friend! ”

Bond Sandy slowly spread his hands, and seeing that the negotiations were at an impasse, the cunning troll of the troll Grim Reaper's eyes, and he coughed lightly:

"Of course, it's not impossible, but there are additional conditions."

"Say, I'll listen."

Tyrion whispered, and Bonsandy shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"Haka the Soul Reaver, you may not have heard of it, but it doesn't matter, that cunning and disgusting bastard calls himself the god of blood, arrogant, it has taken over the faith of the Gulabash trolls, and there, there was once one of the holy places for the devotees of Old Bonsandy, get rid of it! Let the Gulabash trolls feel the constant threat of death! ”

"And the threat of death will bring them back to the orthodox faith, and then come to me with Haka's head, and I'll teach you how to catch those lovely and hateful Vagris... Truth be told, without my help, you dead people wouldn't even be able to see them. ”

"Soul snatcher, just hearing the name feels weird."

Tyrion propped his chin up, a greedy glint flashing in his eyes:

"So I think I should be paid more generously, for example, some information that I am interested in, that there are three hells for the living, Hela's Hell Abyss, your Hades, and the last one... I could feel that the unknown place should fit well with me. ”

"Tustin Go!"

The old troll Grim Reaper snapped his fingers and said the "yes" in the troll's words, he stretched out his hand, and a ball of black fire of soul was handed to Tyrion, and the King of the Dark Blades glanced at Sambundy, and after Khadgar repeatedly confirmed that this thing was just a contract, and there was no hidden evil, the King of Dark Blades stretched out his finger and let the black fire wrap around his soul.

As the aura of the Hades became colder and colder, the voice of the troll Reaper became ethereal:

"Your souls are strong, but I can sense that you haven't tapped into the potential of a strong soul... It's a little gift that comes with it... Lord of the Blades, soul, remember... A greedy and strong soul is your sharpest weapon! ”

"Buzz"

The next moment, the souls of Tyrion and Khadgar returned to their bodies, and the King of the Dark Blades looked up and saw that the soul rift in front of him had become even darker, ready to shatter at any time, and he stretched out his fingers, a faint black flame jumped on his fingertips, without any lethality, but it reminded him of the true existence of Bonsandy.

"Okay, okay."

The King of the Dark Blades shook his head, "One more trouble, so be it." ”

With that, he turned and left the ruins, and Khadgar followed him in silence, a floating glint in the Great Lich's silver eyes.

A few hours later, in Bonsandy's Hades, a familiar soul reappeared, sitting cross-legged on his weathered sculpture, and the troll Grim Reaper, who was busy counting the number of souls, looked back in confusion and saw the uninvited fellow.

"What are you doing here? I've signed a contract with your master..."

"That's what you signed with Tyrion, not me."

Khadgar looked at Bonsandi calmly, he took the initiative to reach out his hand, and said to Bonsandy:

"There are so many troll clans in the Eastern Continent, don't you want to gain more believers? Come, I will help you, and I am a little more generous than my majesty. ”

"Hey, hey, interesting."

Bang Sandima rubbed his chin: "A traitor with his own careful eye... Let's guess, did that greedy elf sense your dissent? ”

"This is not a rebellion."

Khadgar frowned and said, "I'm just, just with my majesty, some conflict of ideas..."

"Old Bond Sandy doesn't care about that!"

The body of the troll Grim Reaper slowly levitated in front of Khadgar's eyes, and he looked at the great lich, and he whispered:

"So, tell old Bondy what do you want from me?"

"I want to..."

At dawn, in the town hall of the large town of Lakeside Town, a human stronghold in the Red Ridge Mountains that connects to the road of the Burning Plains, the mayor of the town, Mr. Solomon, was dealing with a matter that had caused him to be troubled.

"Say it again, in its entirety."

Mayor Mare took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and across from him was a human major covered in blood and in disarray, and he said to the Mayor as he gulped down his water:

"The undead, the undead from the Burning Plains, they are peeking at Lakeside Town, there are many of them, Colonel Nelson and his soldiers rushed to the Molten Trail to set up defenses, but we were ambushed, the Colonel was killed on the spot, and with me, only 12 soldiers escaped... War is coming, and it's definitely more terrible than those Blackstone Orcs. ”

"How can there be undead?"

Mayor Solomon clutched his hair anxiously, and he walked around his office, but he couldn't come up with anything to do.

For the past few years, Red Ridge Mountain has been the front line of the Blackstone Orcs defending the Burning Plains, with a legion and a sizable militia regiment, but the recent rebellion in the Wild West has drained a third of the Red Ridge Mountain defenses, leaving the entire front vulnerable, and most importantly, after many commanders have been sent to the Wild West, the remaining soldiers are currently desperately short of commanders.

Without a reasonable command, it is very difficult for a soldier to play a real role.

"How many of those undead are there?"

Mayor Solomon asked, "The whole of Red Ridge Mountain currently has 7,500 people plus the militia, can you stop them?" Will it be able to sustain the arrival of reinforcements from Stormwind? ”

"Their reconnaissance force has less than 300 people, but it's hard to say how many of them are in all the undead."

The major replied, somewhat tiredly:

"You also saw those strange birds that flew through the sky of Red Ridge Mountain yesterday, it's hard to say if their appearance has anything to do with the undead, but if you look at it from the most pessimistic point of view, I doubt that we may not be able to hold this place."

"Then ask for help!"

Mayor Mare gritted his teeth and said, "The Night's Watch, or the Knights of Stormwind, or those Draenei, ask them for help!" ”

"One more question, Mayor Mare, about the commander of the front..."

The major said with some difficulty: "We lack the kind of person who can take charge on his own and convince the soldiers." ”

This made the mayor hesitate a little, but after a moment he seemed to have made up his mind, and said to the Major:

"I'll solve this problem, you go to Stone Fort and report to General Gore, let the general make all preparations, as long as there is something in Lakeside Town, you can take it... I have only one request! Until the retreat of the people here is complete, you must hold the line! By the way, Major, I've heard that you fought in the Burning Plains, so, have you heard of the man Kishan? ”

"Kishan?"

The Major's eyes widened, and he whispered, "That's my comrade-in-arms, we used to serve together in Special B Company under MI7, but he is dead, in the final siege of the Blackstone Orcs. ”

"No, he's not dead."

Mayor Solomon sighed:

"And he's in Lakeside right now... You say you lack qualified front-line commanders, so is Kishan up to the task? ”

"Of course he can!"

The tired major stood up and said in a loud voice:

"If Kishan hadn't died, he would have been at least a colonel by now with his past exploits, and might have become a general, and the soldiers of Red Ridge Mountain had heard the heroic story of Company B, so he would have been fine. But I'm more curious, since Kishan isn't dead, why didn't he come to us old brothers? Instead, stay incognito here? ”

"Alas, the problem is complicated."

The mayor of the town, taking his hat and coat from the hanger in his office, said to the Major:

"Let's talk as we go, but I have to remind you that Kishan is no longer the war hero of the past, the pride of the lakeside town, the war has changed many things, and the war has changed him."

In a place like Red Ridge Mountain, which is on the edge of the kingdom, perennial wars and fierce folk customs, the daily entertainment of civilians is always very "violent", in the wide and dimly lit basement of the tavern in Lakeside Town, at this time, the voices are buzzing, and the drunks gather together, looking at the two guys who are beating each other with their fists in the humble fighting arena in front of them, and from time to time let out a noisy roar.

The makeshift referee was the old bartender of the tavern, who looked like he was gambling on the dilapidated table with scattered coins in front of him, and in the eyes of the major hidden in the crowd, the short man who was shirtless, wearing only a pair of trousers, and punching like a beast, was beating his opponent, a tall, muscular fighter who was also naked, and covered in tattoos.

Although the two men seemed to have a huge disparity in strength, the short, brown-haired, drunken man had the upper hand, he nimbly dodged the fat man's heavy punches, and then used his fists to punch the inflexible big guy, in the eyes of the veteran, the victory or defeat was already clear.

"How did he end up like this? Turning into a drunk? ”

The Major's eyes shone with disbelief and pain: "He shouldn't be like this, he should be a hero of the kingdom... And not a ruffian who is mocked by others! That's enough! That's enough! ”

The agitated Major stood up to stop the farce in front of him, but was grabbed by the wrist by the mayor:

"You wonder why Kishahn didn't go to you? It's simple, because he feels ashamed of you, he feels like a deserter, I heard his story, at the end of the war, he was besieged by the Blackstone Orcs, and finally captured, imprisoned in the Blackstone Tower for three years, and only escaped last fall, he suffered a lot, and the orcs abused him and used him as a drowning vessel... Uh, anyway, he's in terrible shape right now. ”

The mayor sighed and said:

"And you also know, last year happened to be the time when the orcs burned Lakeside Town, everyone was full of hatred for the orcs, even Kishan, who escaped from the orcs, was also blamed, everyone scolded him for not protecting the people, and some people said that he would only kill orc babies, and he was intimidated in the face of orc warriors, I know this is not the truth, but the people... Angry people are always blind. ”

"It shouldn't be like this..."

The Major muttered to himself, watching the boxing match in front of him Kishann win, but was mocked with boos by the drunks around him, the veteran could not bear it any longer, he stood up, strode into the field, brutally kicked down a drunk man full of foul language, then drew his long sword, and roared:

"Get out! Get out of here! ”

Seeing that the situation was out of control, the mayor stood up and took off his hat, this resolute mayor had a high reputation among the civilians, so soon, the entire basement was emptied, but as if he didn't see them, Kishan casually picked up the bottle and poured a sip of wine, sat down on the table like a subordinate, and tapped his gains, behind him, the major calmed down and gave him a military salute:

"Chief John J. Kishan, Captain Danforth of B Company. Carl reports to you! ”

This report sound that only existed in the army made the drunken Kishan subconsciously straighten his body, but the next moment, he returned to that state of not caring about anything, and he shook his hand:

"Danfoss, don't bother me, I'm retired, oh my God, let me live a few days in peace, old fellow?"

Mayor Solomon leaned aside, he looked at Kishan, and he whispered:

"Veteran, your country, your people, need you now."

"Need me? You need me to go to war? ”

The drunken veteran turned his head to look at the mayor, revealing a hint of mockery:

"You want me to help them? Help people who would rather take a sip than smile at me? I'm sorry I refuse! 2k reading network