Chapter 106 [This chief has become super cautious]
Early next morning.
A gentle breeze blew through Zutona.
Evra woke up early as always, and the tall troll warrior left his home.
He was the first troll soldier to be promoted together with the Dezra brothers and sisters. But compared to the enterprising brother and sister, this troll was a bit of a loser.
When Dezla became a senior member of Zutona's army and Kzla became Tonatiu's personal guard.
Evra did not follow in the footsteps of his brother and sister. He has a relatively peaceful personality and pursues a plain life, and is not very enterprising.
But he is also very good at fighting, especially good at controlling berserkers to suppress their anger after going berserk and improve their sanity in battle.
He is also skilled in combat skills and physically powerful, making him an outstanding being among troll warriors.
Finally, due to his character and strength, Tonatiu appointed Evra as the commander of the Troll Recruit Training Camp, responsible for training young Troll warriors.
By the way, I worked part-time as an instructor at the Tonatiu Academy Warrior Academy and as a security captain, turning it into a semi-civilian job.
After all, this is the real Azeroth, not an NPC in the game, nor a number in terms of army numbers.
Each individual has its own personality, although salty personalities are very rare among desert trolls.
But when the number is large, it doesn’t seem difficult to understand if one troll appears among tens of thousands.
Anyway, Evra is pious enough and contributes no less power of faith than any troll. It may even be because he longs for this peaceful life and does not want a peaceful life to be affected by war, so he is more pious than other trolls.
When he needs to fight, he is also very conscientious. When he becomes violent, his fighting power can sometimes even overwhelm Kzilla.
Very strange character.
A very weird troll.
Evra was walking on the street of Zutona, and familiar troll residents nearby greeted him, and he responded with a smile.
"Good morning, Evra."
"Good morning. Nora, you look beautiful today! Hey, I heard that you and Gannonka are getting married? That's great! May God Tiu bless you!"
"Oh, Ped. I see you too, you are a great boy. God Tona will make you strong and strong, and you will become a warrior of Zutona!"
"..."
The friendly greetings continued, and Evra soon came to his place of work, Zutona Recruit Training Camp, which is also the Zutona Combat Training Base.
Divine warriors, troll berserkers, voodoo shooters, ordinary troll warriors, and troll recruits all train here when they are in the city.
This place is located in the northeast corner of Zutona, not very far from the big beast's den.
Tonatiu placed this place next to the big beast's den because he was worried that the animals in the big beast's den would lose control and rush out.
The troll warriors in the training camp can resist immediately and will not let ordinary troll residents face them to avoid too heavy casualties.
As soon as Evra arrived at the entrance of the training camp, he heard the roar of trolls inside, which was very lively.
Why is it so lively?
Evra walked in curiously, and the first thing he saw was a huge playground in front of the training camp. This is the place where military parades and military exercises are held in the camp.
Sometimes it is also used as a venue for troll warriors to compete with each other.
Today, the three floors inside and outside were surrounded. Many trolls gathered together, shouting and cheering loudly.
Evra quickly squeezed in, relying on his strong body to push away the trolls one after another. Soon he knew why everyone was so excited.
Because His Majesty, who was out, is back, and he is performing martial arts in the playground. One troll underground fights twenty troll warriors alone. Everyone is using their bare hands, but some troll warriors are constantly being hammered away.
"Long live Tonatiu!"
Evra raised his hands excitedly, as if dancing during the New Year, and cheered and shouted like the other trolls.
Within the venue.
Tonatiu was sweating profusely.
He is now facing 20 troll berserkers who have activated their berserk skills. Although they have no weapons, their average level after berserk is only about level 9.
However, the violent troll warriors are not afraid of pain and have extremely strong fighting spirit. In addition, Zutona has not yet broken away from the original habits of the troll tribe, so he will not cheat and let off steam in the battle.
Everyone was really fighting, and even Tonatiu really tried his best to avoid being bruised and bruised by them.
Instead, they were beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen.
It is precisely because it is a real fight that no one will use weapons. Although fighting with bare hands may cause injuries, it is not life-threatening.
Peng!
Tonatiu punched a charging troll away, and his body naturally dodged back to avoid the two trolls' grasp.
Then he flew up with his big feet and kicked away a screaming troll that rushed up.
The troll screamed and flew out, fell to the ground, and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood. Finally, it got up and patted its chest a few times, then screamed like a normal person and continued to charge forward.
The battle scenes are raw and bloody, dripping with sweat, and the dust is flying. Blood spurts everywhere but no trolls retreat, which is full of troll characteristics.
It depends on the time.
The test results are almost the same.
"drink!"
Tonatiu suddenly roared loudly at the trolls, his anger shook reality, and the violent troll warriors woke up.
He raised his hand and waved.
"It ends here."
The 20 troll warriors whose noses were beaten were bruised and their faces were swollen, and some even had their bones displaced. They all took a step back and knelt on the ground with one foot to salute.
Tona Tiu nodded and said to the trolls expressionlessly: "I left, you continue to train. Don't relax, Tona and Tiu are watching you from the sky!"
Tonatiu left the crowd and left the training camp under the admiring eyes of the trolls.
Walking on the streets of Zutona, Tonatiu sighed and looked at his two big hands stained with blood.
"In addition to the ability to avoid magic, how can I continue to improve my own strength?"
"Obviously fighting against the trolls is not enough to improve my abilities. Maybe fighting against Kezra and his gang of Titan trolls might help."
"..."
After the battle with Naboa, Tonatiu felt that his strength was insufficient and he had a sense of luck and risk-taking.
If Xal'atath had not been involved in that battle, it is very likely that except for Modera, all the trolls and himself would have been wiped out.
Even if Xalatath defeated Naboa, Tonatiu would not have the feeling of victory if Kezira and the others were not resurrected.
The current result is a blessing among misfortunes, everything is in line with Tonatiu's wishes.
But Tonatiu felt that it would not be such a coincidence every time, if he faced an enemy that Xal'atath could not affect, or if Xal'atath refused to help next time.
So what do you rely on to win?
Obviously Xal'atath cannot be used as her trump card. She has been blocked by Tonatiu until now.
Tonatiu will not give the ancient god a chance to listen to his bed...
And he was also worried that the ancient god who had sucked blood would affect him.
Xal'atath couldn't believe it.
Tonatiu felt that apart from himself, the only people who could serve as his trump card were his loyal troll subordinates.
I still need to continue to improve my strength.
Continue to improve the strength of the Zutona Trolls.
Moreover, you can no longer challenge enemies that you may not be able to defeat by skipping levels. You have to be more cautious when encountering enemies. The lion will fight the rabbit with all your strength.
This is the impact that the trip to the Shaper's Terrace had on Tonatiu's character.
So in the early morning, after being driven out of the room by the angry Modera, Tonatiu came to the training camp, hoping to try to improve his abilities by fighting the trolls.
However, the combat effectiveness of ordinary trolls is too low, and it cannot be used to train them at all.
"There's a lot to think about today... In terms of improving personal strength, let's put it aside for now."
"Let's go to the big beast's den first?"
"Well... I've been out for so long. Modera's shyness should have passed, right? Maybe I should go back and hold her to sleep?"
"No...no...no. I can't let the king not come to court early from now on!"
"Perhaps go to Zangar and discuss sending trolls to the Shaper's Stand."
"..."
In the midst of hesitation.
A sharp voice, speaking in unfamiliar troll language, suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Dear Chief! I have a new invention. I wonder if you are interested?!"
A goblin left in Zutona in Gadgetzan stood not far in front of Tonatiu with a smooth expression on his face and rubbing his hands.
