Chapter 852 51. Thunder God's Fate

Tyrion asked Bwonsamdi if he had any objections?

nonsense! Of course there is!

Bwonsamdi knew very well that Tyrion wanted to take something from Thor's corpse, which was the treasure he wanted very much, but the problem was that because the last time he colluded with Hela to snatch the spoils was very bad, the reason why The reason why there hasn't been a war between the two Reapers is probably because of the relationship between Bwonsamdi and Odile.

It's the equivalent of peace between Bwonsamdi and Tyrion being built on a thin line, in which case Bwonsamdi won't be willing to provoke Tyrion any more as long as he's sane Angry.

"tear up"

Accompanied by the sound of thunder flashing, Tyrion took his hand out of the coffin of the Thunder King, and he held a weird and delicate mechanical heart in his hand. Judging from the size of a mogu, this thing is considered a huge thing , in the hands of Tyrion, it is more like an enlarged version of football.

Just looking at the dazzling lightning entangled on this mechanical heart, the exquisite and perfect shape and the blue energy flowing in it, you know that this thing is definitely not something that Azeroth's engineering masters can make. It is the heart of the terrifying power, and it is also something that Thor "stolen" from the Grand Guardian Rai.

Ray's heart...

The source of the Great Guardian's power is a real fetish made by the Titans of the Pantheon. This is the second half of the story that Tyrion did not tell the Supreme Gods. , became the most powerful emperor in Pandaria, and even the entire world, because he took away the power of a secondary titan from his creator.

Those enemies who fight against Thor are equivalent to fighting against a discounted Great Guardian... that is already the top power in Azeroth, and even the current Tyrion dare not say that he is sure to win , How could other people win?

"Heart of the Guardian...from the pure power of Aman'Thul, the power of creation..."

Tyrion put the mechanical heart in front of his eyes, and behind him, Bwonsamdi clenched his fists with an expression of unwillingness, while the other trolls looked at it with the same eyes as they looked at a fairy tale, watching it being held up by the great lord. Heart of Endless Thunder.

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

The great lord put the thunder-wrapped heart into a special box. He looked back at the Dark Prophet Zul, that is, Bwonsamdi. He saw the lonely expression on Bwonsamdi's face. Tyrion Hehe smiled, and he looked back at the huge Thunder King lying in the sarcophagus, wearing thunder armor. He couldn't see Thor's face in the cumbersome crown, but it should be a mogu's Face.

The High Lord shook his head. He reached out to close the Thunder King's coffin, and then handed Bwonsamdi a cigar.

The two chatted like close friends:

"Look, as you wish, I have handed over Thor and his legion to you, and you have a reliable force to protect Odir, you should be happy...Why do you show it like this? What about your expression?"

The matter has been settled, and everything he planned has come to naught, Bwonsamdi said unwillingly while using Zul's body to swallow the clouds:

"You are already strong enough, and with this heart of thunder and lightning, Hela is definitely not your opponent. Maybe after you kill Hela, you will turn around and try to kill me...Why should I be happy? Is it because of my imminent eternity?"

Facing Bwonsamdi's sour compliments, Tyrion shook his head, and between the flickering and flickering of the cigar, he took a puff of smoke, and between the smog mixed with strange aromas, he said:

"No, I won't use this heart of thunder and lightning myself, not to mention that the power of a titan is not in line with death, and I don't trust this kind of external power, I will use it on another guy, why? What do you mean? Another form of return to the original owner.”

"Then you give it to me!"

Bwonsamdi whispered:

"I will exchange one-tenth of the land of the Underworld for this thing!"

"No change!"

The high lord rejected Bwonsamdi with a eager look, and he glanced at the troll Reaper:

"It's not that I don't care about your Hades, but because no matter what you want to use it for, you haven't discovered it, and you have a perfect substitute in your hand!"

"ah?"

Bwonsamdi's eyes widened:

"Why didn't I know I had another Guardian Heart in my hand, wait...you mean..."

Seeing that Bwonsamdi understood what he meant, Tyrion nodded in satisfaction, and he said persuasively:

"You just said that Odir's guardian Tarok and the Virgin of Purity are going crazy. Since they are almost useless, why not "recycle" them? You see, Thor has proved his physical ability Carrying the pure power of a titan, this is not something that any titan can do, that is to say, with another guardian heart, he can also perfectly control that power...you understand me mean?"

Tyrion patted Zuul on the shoulder, and he said softly:

"Look, the so-called guardians are both rigid and arrogant. How can anyone use them with confidence? The Titans are dead, who will trouble you because of this? You are just like Hela, who was rigid Your vision is bound by your mind, and you have two half-mad guardians beside you... In theory, you can even make two "Thor"!"

"Perhaps Tarok's heart is not as powerful as Rai's heart, but you have also seen that Thor can't perfectly exert 100% of the strength of Thunder Heart, so give him a weaker one, maybe the effect will be better OK?"

Tyrion's evil wisdom seems to have opened a door to a new world for Bwonsamdi at this moment, but the troll Reaper is cunning, he looked at Tyrion suspiciously, and whispered:

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

"first!"

The great lord became very patient at this moment, he explained to Bwonsamdi in detail:

"First of all, I appreciate the soul of Thor. If it weren't for his soul in your hands, I would personally implement this idea. You know, I like those warriors who dare to defy fate! After Thor saw his own destiny, Instead of submitting to that cowardly future, he felt ashamed because of the collapse of his creator Lai!"

"He would rather give relief to his cowardly creator with his own hands, and then shoulder the sacred responsibility on Lai's shoulders, and use his own way to maintain the order left by the titans. He resisted fate and did not obey it like other titan creations ...This is a wild and unruly soul, a soul that I admire very much, so I am willing to give him a new path of destiny to walk on."

Tyrion snapped his fingers, and he looked at Bwonsamdi:

"It's all said here, let me ask, what do you want in order to give me the soul of Thor in your hand? Soul? Safety, or territory? Ask whatever you want...I am willing to do this for such a The soul pays the bill."

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

Bwonsamdi patted the sarcophagus beside him with some regret:

"The Zandalari priest who signed the covenant with Thor was not my believer. According to the covenant, I only have the right to retain the soul, but not the right to transfer it... But after hearing what you said, I suddenly felt that maybe I should invest more in Thor, maybe he will surprise me!"

"Well, that's a pity."

Tyrion shrugged:

"Secondly, although Elune and I are planning something, obviously, in the world I plan for the future, there is no place for these titan guardians. They are products of the last era and should be at the end of this era. Annihilation... The reason why I suggest you do that is because I am also doing that. Since they cannot fulfill their mission, they have no meaning of existence. I will reuse these "waste" with great power ..."

"Of course, in my way!"

"You really are a villain! They didn't provoke you!"

Bwonsamdi snorted:

"Just because they don't want to obey you, so they have to die? You are so overbearing, you don't even give them the right to choose."

"Believe me."

Tyrion flicked the ashes of his cigar, and said softly:

"I gave, and they chose to die... That's it, and there's one last reason why I'm being so generous to you, Bwonsamdi, that's the end of Thor, let's be honest Tell me about the problems between us."

The voice of the great lord became serious:

"The world of death that was split by the big bang 10,000 years ago must be merged into one. Your Hades, Hela's abyss of hell, must be included in the new world of death! There is no room for negotiation... But compared to the conflicts between me and Hella, it's not impossible to talk about it between you and me."

"Of course you can use Thor and his legion as your new force, you can contact those Loa to help you as much as you want, you can even stand with the crazy woman Hela to fight against me, you see, I am not 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 palace of the underworld, until you and I face each other with swords!"

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

This unceremonious description made Bwonsamdi bark his teeth at Tyrion. The high lord didn't care about it. He stretched out his hand and caressed the blue mist in front of him, his voice softened a little.

"Or, you can choose to stand by my side..."

"You and I work together to get rid of Hela, and after the world of death is complete again, you can continue to be your troll god of death... You should be very clear that I don't have much interest in gathering souls, you can continue Live in your Hades, become my death walker representing the troll civilization, I will not even issue orders to you... I am not interested in being a supreme king in the dead world, you should know..."

"I have a bigger vision, I have a higher pursuit, Azeroth... This is just my starting point, not my end, what I want, and what you have now, there is no conflict, you have always Didn't realize that."

"You want me to obey you?"

Bwonsamdi's voice became cold and dry:

"You want you to kneel before you? Do you think it's possible?"

"I don't think it's possible. Does it have anything to do with whether or not this matter will succeed?"

The great lord didn't care, and waved his hand to open a dead passage in the tomb in front of him. He looked back at Bwonsamdi:

"Before Hela dies, you have enough time to consider my suggestion, Bwonsamdi, don't be overwhelmed by anger and face, you should know that I am giving you a way...you are mine Friend, I will never forget the help you gave me back then, so I am willing to spare you!"

"But only this one chance..."

"There is one thing in the Isle of Thunder that I must take away... After I take it, the place will be yours... Also, don't try to interfere with the order of life and death in Pandaria, Bwonsamdi..."

"I watched you, and I warned you!"

"hum"

The figure of the great lord disappeared into the tomb, and the deadly blue mist also began to dissipate rapidly. After Tyrion disappeared, the surviving trolls could feel it, like a blade on the neck The breath disappeared, and they could breathe freely again...

But no one did it, not even Princess Talanji.

Everyone is looking at the dark prophet Zul, or in other words, paying attention to the loa who descended here in Zul's body.

Whether they were willing to accept it or not, today, it was because of Bwonsamdi's appearance that they escaped from Tyrion's hands... Their god of death saved them again.

"Oh, you see what you shouldn't see, you hear what you shouldn't hear... what a pity."

The Dark Prophet Zul sighed. He turned around, looking at the Zandalari trolls in front of him with his cold and ruthless black eyes. In his left hand, there was a black and cold force wrapped around it. The spear appeared in Bwonsamdi's hands.

"no no!"

Princess Talanji realized what Death was going to do, she struggled to get up pale, and opened her arms to block in front of her entourage, she shouted loudly:

"Wait for me to go back! Bwonsamdi, I will immediately ask my father to launch an army to wipe out the blood trolls in Nazmir! I promise!"

"oh?"

Bwonsamdi made a playful voice:

"Ah, you must have heard what Tyrion said. He is such a smart boy who knows how to choose between life and death... But why should I believe you?"

"Especially you, Talanji, you should know...my relationship with Rezan is terrible!"

"Want life? Want to live?"

In the black eyes of the Dark Prophet Zul, a icy firelight bloomed at this moment. Bwonsamdi stretched out his left hand and said to the terrified trolls in front of him:

"Then, offer your faith..."

"What I'm asking for is just so trivial..."