"Ah, Bwonsamdi, don't take me away..."

"Hey, this is a Loa priest. He can actually tell my divine power at a glance."

Old Bwonsamdi also said something in surprise. His mask floated next to the trembling female troll, circled her a few times, and said disdainfully:

"Priest of a weak beast that is about to be unable to maintain Loa's godhood, no wonder the divine power in you is so weak that it cannot be distinguished. Isn't Gazrela's miserable beast not dead yet?"

"The Holy Beast... The Holy Beast is very weak, but it keeps persevering."

The water fortune teller Veresa originally asked to see Black in order to earn a living as a leader, and she also thought she could bargain with the stinky pirates. However, as soon as she came in, she saw the mask of the troll Death God, and her little thoughts suddenly flew into the sky.

There was no need for Blake to ask any more questions at this time. The frightened water fortune teller spoke out all his thoughts.

Bwonsamdi is just a mysterious existence to outsiders, but to trolls, the reputation of this bad-tempered god of death is terrifying.

Veresa shook her body and said:

"I heard from the evil warlock Zalak that you are going to invade Zul'Farrak. I can surrender and I can dedicate my power to you.

And all I pray for is for you to help the holy beast of Sandfury.

Sandcrawler Sur obtained the magic that extracts the divine power of Loa from the evil priests of Zandalari. He has convinced Chief Ukozi to offer the sacred beast that has protected us for tens of thousands of years as a sacrifice to the desert.

He wanted to extract the power of the holy beasts to create the divine warriors of the Sandfury clan.

The few remaining Gazrela priests and I argued with him, and Sur gave us a choice. He asked us to take back the Abyss Crown and help Gazrela regain her strength.

Or kill the holy beast.

He declared that a weakened beast could no longer protect Sandfury, and instead of using precious water to continue to support it, it would be better to use its declining strength more rationally before it died.

This is a betrayal!

This is blasphemy!”

The water fortune teller is a very sincere priest, which can be seen from her increasingly angry tone.

She lay on the ground and said to Blake:

"Although my fellow priests are gradually weakening in Zul'Farrak and no longer have the influence they once had, at least we still have a group of followers who will never abandon us.

We can serve as your internal agents, evil and great captains, and we can help you attack Zul'Farrak. We have only one request.

The holy beast cannot die!

That was the final glory of the Shanu Clan."

"What a great reason to surrender."

Blake slapped the table and said in ancient troll language:

"The peak gives birth to false support, and the dusk witnesses loyal believers... I agree, you go and prepare, water fortune teller, I will let Zarak lead a group of people to cooperate with you.

I don't need you to disrupt the city from within, it would be too difficult for you.

I have only one request.

You must control the city around the holy pool and hold on until my men arrive. Do you know the legend of the Lasher of the Sandfury Troll?

Who owns those two ancient swords?"

"Susas?"

The water fortune teller raised his head in astonishment and looked at Blake.

The legend of the Sandfury Divine Sword has always been rumored only near Tanaris. The other troll clans simply do not believe that the Sandfury clan, which has long been in decline, still has such an artifact in its hands.

But as the Loa priest of the Sandfur clan, Veresa knew that the legend of the Lasher was true.

She even saw two ancient swords separated with her own eyes.

However, that is the foundation of the Shanu clan. If it is given out like this...

Faced with Blake's inquiry, the water fortune teller hesitated for a long time, but finally she looked at the troll mask next to Blake and seemed to have made up her mind, saying:

"I know, I have seen two divine swords hidden in the treasure troves of the chiefs and warlords. It is a secret location that only a few senior people in Sandfury know.

Great Captain, after the safety of the sacred beasts is guaranteed, I will personally dedicate them to you together with the wealth accumulated by the Sandfur clan for thousands of years."

"very good."

Blake heard the implication of the water fortune teller's words, but he didn't care. He just waved his hand and asked her to go down and prepare.

After watching Veresa limping out of the captain's cabin, Black turned to look at Bwonsamdi and said:

"Look at how depressed Gazrilla is, but she still has such a loyal priest in her hands, and look at you! Tsk tsk, some lonely old Loa is really embarrassing."

"Indifferent death never needs worship and following. The stinky pirates who don't understand these are the most miserable."

Bwonsamdi retorted:

"But the Sandfuru clan is notoriously stubborn. Maybe it's a good idea to find new priests among them. You promised before that you would give Zul'Farrak to me as the new Hades Palace.

."

"Zul'Farrak is nothing, it's just an abandoned desert city."

Black curled his lips and despised Bwonsamdi's short-sightedness. He took out the chart, touched the direction of the North Sea, and said:

"Take a long-term view. You will have a royal city as the temple of Hades in the future. The premise is that you must always be my friend...Okay, come on, teach me the knowledge of the mind.
Chapter completed!