"When the sun sets and the earth becomes dark, the fires are lit and the cider is filled.

It's time to chant the Tonatiu like the Loa.

The greatest leader in the world is Tonatiu, who is the greatest warrior in the world.

Now, listen carefully and be grateful!"

The Legend of Tonatiu

A tall troll passed by an ordinary tavern in Zutona, and the voice of a troll bard singing came from inside.

The singing is beautiful, but what the trolls love even more is the stories in the lyrics sung by the poets.

It was a poetic story written by some desert troll poets, with the help of Zandalari scholars, based on the deeds of Zutona and the great King Tonatiu.

This tall troll was called Du En. He stood at the door and listened for a while. He was filled with joy and smiled.

He thought that the bard sang very well, had great singing skills, and played the troll's unique bone harp very well.

It's just that the lyrics aren't good enough.

It’s not that the lyrics praise the great king too much and that’s not good, but that the achievements described in these lyrics are not as good as one percent of what the King of Heroes did.

The title King of Heroes was one of the names given to the masters of Zul'Farrak and other desert trolls by the conquered Zul'Farrak and the desert trolls.

Other titles include King of the Sun and Moon, Emperor of the Desert Trolls, Great Tonatiu, Symbol of Glory and Hope, Savior of the Trolls, etc...

Once upon a time, Dune lived in a city full of sand. The yellow color of the sand would be so dazzling at noon that trolls would be dizzy.

There was no water to drink and food was scarce.

No troll likes that environment, and no troll really likes Zul'Farrak.

But in the desert, besides Zul'Farrak, where else could the trolls go?

Can't go anywhere.

Compared to Zul'Farrak, which is already bad enough, other places in the desert are even worse.

The only city that's not that bad is run by a bunch of guys who are desperate for money.

Without those shiny little things, even drinking a glass of water would be a luxury.

Dune grew up in Zul'Farrak, and he was once a troll from the Sandfury tribe.

Whether they are trolls or other creatures, they are all the same in that they cannot choose their origin.

Simply...

Zul'Farrak is freed!

With gratitude and a good mood, Du En greeted some friendly trolls along the way, and then came to a stall in the street stall area of ​​Dezla District where he worked.

Now, Duen is a small vendor in the city of Zutona.

"Hello." A childish voice sounded in Du En's ear.

"Tonatiu bless you," Du En, who had just set up his stall, looked up and saw a cute little troll girl standing in front of him.

Her fiery red hair could not hide her long ears, and her light blue skin proved that she had lived in Zutona for a long time, which was a sign of divine grace.

Duen, who has lived in Zutona for less than a month, has yet to show any signs of change.

"What's wrong with you?" Du En said with a smile.

"Can I... be this stone?" The little troll girl bit her lip and handed the troll vendor a beautiful yellow stone.

Du En took it, a smile flashed in his eyes...

"It's a really nice stone, eh..." Duen didn't know what was wrong with him today. Zul'Farrak used to have a lot of such crappy things.

There is nothing else in the desert, but it is extremely rich in various stones and mineral deposits.

This kind of stone is called tiger eye stone, and I heard that little greenskins can sell it for a good price elsewhere.

But there are too many such stones in the desert. Although Zutona is not a desert, there is no shortage of such things between gems and ordinary stones.

On a normal day, or if it was another troll, Du En would have politely asked him to go away.

"Perhaps, I can temporarily accept this thing for you... So, what do you want?" Du En asked with a smile, thinking that if he wanted those shiny gold, silver, and yellow little things, he would give it to him.

She went to find the little greenskins to solve the problem.

"I want to be in a good mood today, hehe!"

"Oh? Ha, ah?..." Du En didn't react yet.

"Then, goodbye!" The troll girl was already swaying her fiery red ponytail and jumping away.

Time passed like a fleeting moment, and in the blink of an eye it had been two years since Dune came to Zutona.

Duen's stall sells and collects things. With the influx of adventurers from other races, his business is getting better and better.

The adventurers would often sell him a lot of random things, from animal tusks to some torn pieces of cloth, insect amputations and the like.

Although there are occasionally some good things, there are always a lot of junk.

Doon never collects trash.

It can’t be said that he has never. He only accepts trash from one troll, well, that little troll girl. Her name is Aisen.

Two years later, she has grown into a slim girl troll, with the heroic and wild nature unique to troll women always revealed between her brows.

It is said that she has an outstanding talent as a warrior. She got straight A's in Tonatiu Academy at a young age and was admitted to the army under special circumstances.

This is a symbol of honor among trolls. Being able to study in Tonatiu Academy is already a very powerful troll in itself.

He was able to be admitted into the army. Apart from being a genius, there is no other way to describe him.

In comparison, Duen, who was much older than her and was born as a Zul'Farrak troll, felt a little sad.

"What's good this time?" Du En played with an almost withered flower in her hand, which was the thing she "pawned" last time.

"Some candies, hee hee." After saying that, she took out a lot of heart-shaped candies from her bag.

Du En held it in his hand and made a bite gesture. "Can you eat it?"

"Hey, if you want. I bought this from the little greenskin."

"Aren't you afraid of being melted here by me?"

"Hey, this is one of a kind, are you willing to give it up?" Aisen's smile was as bright as the sun in the sky.

It's too obvious.

Du En didn't dare to answer.

He feels he is not worthy.

He comes from Zul'Farrak and was once a Sandfury troll.

She is a sandblood.

And he is a very powerful genius.

She deserves better.

Du En's silence silenced Aisen, who had grown into a little girl.

"I am going to follow Centurion Evra to Silithus. My good friend Kaldorei has built a camp there. The great king said that the trolls cannot let the Kaldorei fight alone."

She said softly.

"I may not see you for a long time."

Du En's mood suddenly dropped.

"Let's go!" Eisen rang again like a silver bell, and her laughter gradually faded away...

Dun was suddenly tired of this job, even though his dream in Zul'Farrak was the comfortable and comfortable life he has now.

He wanted to go out and see the outside with her, even if there were many dangers.

Silithus...

Du En heard from some adventurers who came to sell garbage here that the northwest of the beautiful Zutona is the nest of those dangerous bugs.

Many adventurers went there to take risks, and some never came back.

Du En, who was in a depressed mood, decided to go to the "Time Hotel" to drink at night, drinking until he couldn't get up.

Although he never went there in the past because he was reluctant to spend money and the wine there was very expensive.

After a drunken night, life went on as usual.

She will come back.

Duane thinks so.

For a long time, Duan lost sight of her.

In the end, the desert troll could no longer bear this kind of life, so he applied to go south. He heard that dangerous Silithus needed small businessmen like him.

He followed some adventurers, followed the team of Kaldorei and Zutona transporting supplies, and traveled south on foot.
To be continued...