Haka is dead.

Dead under the onslaught of the Lord of the Blades and the Blood Lords under his command, its souls are chewed up by the Apocalypse, and as part of the promise, they will be taken to Bonsandy.

In fact, in fact, the cause of Haka's death is inseparable from the toxins that the exile Zangir personally compatible, those horrific toxins mixed together, enough to slaughter a Loa, and only the Sarein, who can control the flow of blood without fear of the toxin's damage, can hide these toxins in the blood without warning.

Haka, the god of blood... Born of blood and ending in blood, it seems to be somewhat ironic in retrospect.

And when Haka was resurrected, he almost snatched away the souls of one-third of the trolls in Zul Grabli, and also completely collapsed the trolls who were already able to resist under the attack of the forest spirits.

Overnight, the Holy City changed hands, and there were traces of war in the ruins, but not a single body was to be seen.

The forest elves set out from the forest elf fortress to take over Zur Grab, and the dejected trolls had no intention of showing their bravery, intimidated by the thorn beasts that had regained their vitality in the sun.

Of course, the order maintained in this rout was more due to the fact that the Druids the Wither, as the victors, generously allowed the priests of Bonsandi to exist in Zur Grab and continue to manage the Gulabash trolls.

The teachings of the Blightcasters do not allow for senseless killing, which upsets the balance between life and death, so the trolls who survive are no longer threatened after the defeat of Zurgrab, but as the vanquished, they will lose control of all of Zulghrab and live under the control of the Blightcallers from now on.

Bonsandy, who won the war of faith in the Valley of Thorns, did not object to this arrangement, this troll Grim Reaper has his own ruthless side, and as long as his faith still exists, he generally doesn't care about the life or death of believers... After all, he wants strength from death.

In other words, if the believers were to find their own death to provoke the wither, Bonsandy might still applaud.

Of course, Bonsandi still takes great care of the capable believers, such as the Blood Lord Mandukir, who survived the chaos and was appointed as the new leader of the trolls of Zul Grab, who became his favorite priest immediately after converting to Bonsandy, and the priestess Yekerik, who betrayed Cirik, and the two of them will be in charge of the affairs of the trolls of the Valley of Thorns from today onwards.

In short, in the ruins of Zulghrab, a new order in the Valley of Thorns is slowly being established, and it may be a long process, but the withering and Darkblade legions, who have worked hard in this war, have already got what they need.

"Buzz"

The strange five incense sticks were lit around Tyrion, and the burning white mist did not drift away in the wind, but instead gathered strangely, and after a few moments, the white mist enveloped the body of the King of the Dark Blades, and by the time Tyrion opened his eyes again, he was already in the ruined Hades.

The palace didn't seem to have changed much from the last time he visited, but when Tyrion looked up, he could clearly see the souls of the floating trolls in the sky far more than the last time he came.

"Good friends!"

Bonsandy's eerie voice sounded behind Tyrion, the man who was dressed very... Well, the very "trendy" Grim Reaper was suspended on the ground, and he opened his hands and said to Tyrion in a cheerful tone:

"Look, what a good thing your conquest is, the frost-sideburn trolls from Kazmodan, the thorny trolls from the Burning Plains, and the Gulabash trolls from the Valley of Thorns, and the insignificant little clans, the Blood Top, the Skull, etc., etc., old Bonsandy hasn't been so busy in years, and I don't even have time to renovate the palace... Look at these lovely souls. ”

"Bang"

Something was thrown at Bonsandy's feet, it was Haka's head shrunken by voodoo, Bonsandy didn't care about Tyrion's coldness, he circled around the head a few times, dancing in the air like a troll war dance, his tone became more excited, and finally kicked Haka's head into the center of the palace, something like a black tide.

"Thousands of years ago, I teamed up with other Loa to expel Haka, but it is not dead, this ghost is very lucky, even if it is thrown into the twisted void, it is still tenaciously alive, in fact, Loa are afraid of the day when Haka returns, they are afraid that Haka will set off an even more terrible storm."

Bonsandy's head turned 180 degrees strangely, and he looked back at Tyrion, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"But old Bond Sandy is not afraid! Death never fears any power... Because death always triumphs. ”

Tyrion tilted his head to look at the Troll Reaper, he didn't say a word, his cold blue eyes shone with a calm light, and the Troll Reaper knew what Tyrion was waiting for.

"Alright, alright, it's time to make good on the promise."

The Troll Reaper grabbed the skull pendant from his shoulder, tossed it in his hand, and then threw it to Tyrion, the King of the Dark Blade took the troll's skull in his hand, he looked at the black eye sockets of the skull, and in the ripple of blue soul power, he could see some beating runes, which were some strange runes.

"Old Bonsandy will teach you the language of the soul, and with these runes, you can harm the Vargri, and if you're lucky, you'll be able to capture them, those pale, winged, monstrous creatures called angels by mortals."

The body of the Troll Reaper levitated, and finally sat hovered in front of the ruined palace, on top of the statue that belonged to him, he hunched over, looking at Tyrion, and under the bone-white mask, a glint flashed in Bonsandy's eyes:

"But it's not enough to have the words of the soul, because you can't see them, you should know the origin of Vargri, a guy like you who hides secrets, must know those ancient secrets, in short, Vargri can intersect in the shadow world and reality at will, they don't want you to see them, you never want to see them... Sure, old Bond Sandy will teach you how to see them, but... Until then, should you consider signing a long-term contract with old Sambondi? ”

"Tell me about it."

Tyrion crushed the troll's skull, a cloud of dark blue energy hovering in his palm, and he picked up another skull hanging from his belt, which looked like an orc's skull, filled with dark and deep energy, and Tyrion poured the energy of the soul into Gul'dan's skull, and turned his head to look at Bonsandy, whose gaze fell on Gul'dan's skull.

"Yo, you have a lot of good things in your hands... Well, if you give that skull to Bonsandy, I'll take a risk and help you get a Wagri back, how about it? It's not a loss, is it? ”

"No, what I want to hear is your long-term contract."

Tyrion kept silent on the subject, and Bonsandy glanced at the skull in Tyrian's hand with pity and greed, and with his eyes closed, he shook his head, and said:

"I've been observing goblins lately, those little creatures with ugly little heads with evil intelligence, they like to do business, and the big businessmen in goblins like to invest, you know, pick a guy with a lot of potential, give him a lot of money, and let him make you more money... This approach inspired me. ”

Bonsandy spread his hands and said to Tyrion sincerely:

"I also want to invest, and the object of my investment is you... Old Bonsandy gives you the souls of some of the most elite Troll Warriors, all of whom are Golden Sword Guards from the most prosperous period of the Zandalar Empire, the best warriors of the Zandalar royal family, each one of them is comparable to the strength of your high-ranking Death Knights, and most importantly, they are loyal... I'll "rent" them to you, and you can use them to conquer and kill as much as you like..."

"But, any soul that dies at the hands of these sword guards, Old Bond Sandy will take two-thirds!"

Bonsandy's words were finished, but Tyrion didn't answer immediately, and after a moment, the King of the Dark Blades raised his head, looked at Bonsandy, and asked a very important question:

"These golden sword guards... Well, I mean, their loyalty, is it loyal to you? Or are you loyal to me? ”

"Tsk, what greed!"

Bonsandy let out a burst of taunts, looking at Tyrion's serious expression, the troll Grim Reaper counted with his fingers, and then stretched out his palm with only two fingers and swung towards Tyrion:

"They can be loyal to you, but only if I want to see enough in a year, sometimes, it's actually boring to have only trolls in Hades, and I'd also look forward to seeing my Hades a little more lively, more human souls, more orc souls, or... Bigger toys, like dragons? ”

"I want 1,000 people!"

Tyrion coughed lightly: "Within a year, I will give you 2,000 souls, or according to your algorithm, any soul they kill before dissipating, I will give you a third." ”

"Huh"

Bonsandy's figure suddenly crossed the space and appeared in front of Tyrion's eyes, his bone-masked face shaking in front of Tyrion's eyes:

"I want half!"

"Deal!"

Tyrion looked at the terrifying face and nodded quietly:

"I'll contact you if I need more..."

"Good."

Bonsandi giggled and handed over a black soul fire, and like the last time, Tyrion lit the cold flame in his fingertips, and then he heard Bonsandy's treacherous voice:

"By the way, by the way, I don't have a lot of Golden Sword Guard souls in my hands, and besides, you can't let them attack any member of the Zendalar royal family, you have to understand that these loyal souls will not break their promises even after death, and beyond that, they will challenge any enemy for you, even if... Titans! ”

"Now, it's time to talk about something important."

With a wave of his hand, a group of tall troll souls dressed in golden armor and holding heavy shields and swords, or golden halberds, walked out of the mist of the underworld, and in the midst of the military formation with a strong murderous aura, the troll Grim Reaper stretched out his hand to Tyrion:

"Haka's Soul Gathering Stone set in his chest, give it to me!"

"Huh?"

Tyrion blinked, and he feigned stupidity and said:

"What Soul Gathering Stone? I didn't see it. ”

"Don't play dumb, Lord of the Blades, and with your knowledge, it's not hard to see that it can't be used by you at all, unless you're willing to become a spirit like me and Haka, living on the faith of others."

Bonsandy was not in a hurry, he slowly folded his arms, levitating in front of Tyrion's eyes, and the troll Grim Reaper said in a mocking voice:

"Who doesn't know where Haka found the Soul Gathering Stone, that thing can imprison the soul, it is in this way to achieve the reputation of the Soul Reager, without the Soul Gathering Stone, it will not be able to manipulate the soul, so it is a liar, it has robbed too many souls that belong to me! Now, give it to me, that's part of our deal, and then I'll teach you how to track down Wagri. ”

Looking at Tyrion's calm expression, Bonsandy tilted his head, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes under the bone mask, he seemed to have expected this situation for a long time, and he had prepared in advance.

He smirked and said:

"Oh, by the way, Tyrion, as a long-time trading friend, did I tell you that Hela... That crazy woman in the abyss of hell, she's noticed you, so, I guess, Vagri's powerful manipulation of souls is the power you need most right now, and you won't choose to give up on them because of a useless stone, right? ”

Tyrion's expression changed for a moment, and between the flips of his fingers, a small purple gem fragment appeared in the palm of his hand, and he threw it to Bonsandy, who took it in his hand, picked it up, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it, and after confirming that it was correct, he carefully set the crystal on his mask, and after doing all this, Bonsandy spread out his hand and said to Tyrion:

"Good friend, are you ready to learn how to use the power of your soul?"

"Wait, that's not a rush."

Tyrion stretched out his hand to interrupt Bonsandy's narration, and he looked at the Troll Reaper and said in a cold tone:

"Let's talk about Hela first... How did she notice me? And what does she want me to do for her? ”