The general situation of the first batch of desert refugees that Dezra found and sent back has been sent back to Zutona in advance through the voodoo shooter.
There were 3,565 trolls in total, and they were accompanied by dozens of witch doctors on their way back from the desert.
There are still more than 100 desert troll refugees who died because they were not adapted to the miasma of Un'Goro Crater, fell into the swamp, were too weak, could not adapt to the climate, and other unexpected circumstances.
In the end, only 3565 will arrive. And most of them are old, young and female trolls.
To conquer the desert trolls, the Sandfury tribe needs young and strong troll cannon fodder to contribute to Zul'Farrak's great cause.
Food and fresh water are the scarcest resources in the desert. One more troll will consume more, even if the desert trolls naturally eat less and drink less.
But no matter how little it is, it is still a waste.
There is no need for Sandfury. It only consumes and contributes very little burden.
Old trolls in some barbaric tribes, unless they are witch doctors or elders, are often abandoned and left to fend for themselves in the desert.
Because the troll fertility rate is astonishing, and they lack food, clothing, and enough fresh water, young trolls can still give birth to many a year and are considered consumables. Only trolls that can grow up to adults are considered trolls.
Female trolls are treated better. They can give birth to children, work, and have amazing endurance. However, their strength, height, and explosive power are generally not as good as those of male trolls.
Moreover, female trolls are often reluctant to part with their children. Like mothers of other races, they also have strong maternal instincts.
The more cruel and backward a troll tribe is, the only thing the trolls will remember is their mother. Things like father are often very unfamiliar among the trolls.
This is how the desert troll tribe in the past treated members of all ages within the tribe differently.
This time, Dezra found three tribes that were expelled and conquered by Sand Fury. These three tribes were relatively close to the south, and this side was even more remote.
The young and strong members of the three tribes were either taken away as slaves by the conquerors or died in the struggle. The remaining old people, children and some female trolls were consumed a lot by crossing the desert.
They were abandoned and abandoned in the desert.
Relying on the desert trolls' familiarity with the desert and the amazing endurance of the desert trolls, this small group of troll refugees survived in the south of Tanaris for more than half a year. Although the number was greatly reduced, they finally managed to survive until Zuto.
Na begins the Great Desert Project.
They were found by the voodoo shooters sent by Dezra, gathered together, and received food and protection. According to Tonatiu's orders, they were sent back to Un'Goro Crater.
When the Sandblood tribe migrated, they passed through the primeval forest of Un'Goro Crater and were protected by a group of extremely powerful men.
Although the road was unfamiliar along the way, the migration process was relaxed and enjoyable thanks to the strong strength to open the way.
Now these desert troll refugees are escorted by troll armies, and the path they take has been opened up into a real road.
The speed could not be increased along the way, and it took almost two months to arrive near the central river of Un'Goro Crater, which was just named the Aztec River.
Even though the number of people was reduced, and the migration journey was difficult and dangerous, this group of refugees in the desert were still so lucky compared to other trolls who died in the desert that they themselves could not believe it.
They were sent across the Aztec River in a large canoe made of huge logs by Zutona, and headed eastward.
Walking cautiously through the outskirts of many dinosaur groups, when they saw the outer wall of Zutona, these refugees couldn't help but burst into a frenzy of whispers.
"Oh! Loa! There really is a city in the forest! It's so big!"
"Oh my God! Those stone statues are moving, they are alive!"
"Zu, Zutona? I have never heard of this name in the desert. But no matter what, as long as they are willing to take in me and my children and give us a bite to eat, then I am willing to pay everything for it!
"
"There are so many dinosaurs. Why don't they attack the city?"
"Zutona, the city of hope and future of the trolls? This is what these trolls who are very different from us say."
"..."
No matter what, I was saved. And I could live in a city for the first time, a city of trolls.
The significance of this to the troll refugees was no less than that they were about to fall into the cruel situation of endless hell. Suddenly, a Loa with hope and light all over his body appeared, and he used his brilliance to save them from hell.
, gave them food to eat, and took them to heaven.
This situation.
The mood of these desert troll refugees at this moment cannot be described in words.
It's probably like the refugees from China in 1940 who met the People's Soldiers from 2019 who opened the space-time portal. The People's Soldiers not only rescued them and gave them food, but also sent them safely to China in 2019.
This is probably the only comparison.
Only then can they reflect their truly vastly different destinies.
Thousands of troll refugees, plus thousands of Zutona warriors acting as barriers, crowded the large flat land opened up at the entrance of Zutona city.
Zangar accompanied Tonatiu, walked up to the city's simple gate and wall, and watched everything.
Zangal has been sighing in his heart for the kindness of the Loa God and His Majesty, saving the trolls and helping other non-tribal trolls. Except for Zandalari, no other troll has ever done this.
If it were other normal troll tribes, it would be considered merciful not to rob these troll refugees but to simply expel them.
Capturing them and enslaving them as slaves is the normal practice of most troll tribes when facing other troll tribes in distress.
I believe that many of these troll refugees must think that they are now slaves. But without the trolls to resist, it is better to be slaves than to die without food and water in the desert. At least they have water to drink and something to eat.
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Tonatiu didn't know Zangar's admiration. The soul of the Chinese people on Earth sometimes made him unable to appreciate the cruel customs formed after the fall of troll civilization for thousands of years.
He just felt that Zutona was still too young, and just a few thousand people crowded the area near the city gate.
He felt that the city needed to be expanded, and the expansion work must be put on the agenda immediately.
But before that.
What you have to do is one of your own jobs. You should go up and pretend to be Boyle.
"System. Give me special effects!"
He said this to the system in his mind.
A moment.
The troll refugees under the city gate saw a dazzling light on the city wall, which was so bright that they could not look directly.
Behind this light, there are two vaguely majestic figures looming.
Before the refugees could react, Zutona's army, which they regarded as heavenly soldiers, and the tall and strong trolls on the city wall immediately knelt down and became excited.
"Your Majesty the Most High Tona!!"
"His Majesty the Supreme Tiu!!"
"O Most High and Most High Majesties! The Trolls offer their lives and souls to you!"
Waves of cheers resounded in the ears of the refugees, causing them to kneel down involuntarily, staring blankly but with shock in their hearts at the dazzling light and the two ethereal figures that were as bright as the stars.
Tonatiu's daily magic stick time begins.
Commonly known as the large-scale Boyle belt scene with special effects.
