Tonatiu and Modera took a brief tour of this strange city that looked chaotic, but was orderly in the chaos.
This place gives Tonatiu a Middle Eastern Somali feel.
Adventurers from all races walking on the street, except for the goblins themselves.
He dared to guarantee that at least five out of ten were pirates, three were desperadoes, one might be a bandit, and the last one might not be a lawbreaker but he wouldn't be a good guy either.
The autobiography of the earth forms the alternation of day and night. Although this is not the earth, Azeroth is also a ball, and everyone has the alternation of day and night.
The mountains and deserts in the distance all turned golden under the afterglow of the setting sun. The towers, city walls, and simple buildings made Tonatiu, who was immersed in them, feel a little trance-like.
Finally, the last ray of light disappeared on the horizon, and Tonatiu lay on the specially widened bed.
Modera was sleeping next to her, snoring sweetly. She had been having a hard time these past few days. Partly because of the rush, and partly because of Tonatiu's lust for pleasure.
After checking into the best hotel in Gadgetzan, I used magic to give myself a bath, and after playing with Tonati Wu's temples for a while, I couldn't help but fall asleep.
Lulu was lying on the floor in the living room of the hotel room, studying an iron ball with bright eyes. It was a goblin iron grenade with the gunpowder removed. Tonatiu bought it from the tour guide goblin supervisor for it to play with.
The Aeolus Winged Dragon was stored at the Goblin Mount and Camel Animal Management Office. The management fee and food fee of two silver coins per day must be paid in advance.
If the time for paying the money comes and the owner fails to get it back or forgets it, its ownership will belong to the goblin according to the contract.
God knows when those little men saw such a big Aeolian pterosaur, they wanted to do something to prevent Tonatiu from taking it back.
Tonatiu lay on his back on the hotel bed and touched Modera's fair cheek. The latter muttered and turned around, facing her slim waist, smooth back and curvy buttocks.
he.
"Tonatiu, don't make trouble..."
"Let me get some sleep!"
Like a little girl, Tonatiu smiled absentmindedly. He turned around and stared at the lace bed tent without knowing what he was thinking. His fingers unconsciously stroked the wooden texture of the bed...
For 10 silver coins a night, he and Modera stayed in the best hotel in Gadgetzan.
There is a living room, a bedroom, and a place dedicated to bathing. But if you need water for bathing, you need to pay extra.
As a city in the desert.
The most lacking thing is definitely water resources.
Tonatiu didn't have any gold or silver coins with her, but the mage girl was obviously a rich young woman. She bought a Dalaran gold coin and rented the room for ten days.
The night outside the Gadgetzan window, which is slightly open, carries a hint of tranquility and mystery. The dim candlelight at the door of the hotel illuminates the stone road within a dozen meters.
Outside the lights, the entire town was immersed in darkness, with only the sound of the organ coming from the bar downstairs and the loud noises of drunk people.
Tonatiu couldn't sleep while lying on the bed. It was probably the first time he had left Un'Goro Crater so far away. He was not used to goblin hotels and felt a little uncomfortable with the bed.
Instead, Modera slept soundly.
It's not easy for him to torment her.
Tonatiu simply whispered to Atiesh who was placed next to her: "Take good care of her. I'll go down there."
The guardian's staff buzzed, as if to promise him.
Tonatiu smiled and got out of bed. He walked to the living room and told Lulu, who had lost interest in the iron grenades on the ground, to help take care of Modera.
Then I got up and went downstairs, a little excited to experience the nightlife of Azeroth.
Slowly walking down the narrow stairs, the noise, the sound of drinks, and the noise of arguments came to my face. Most of the people hanging around the bar at this time were adventurers and lawbreakers, all of whom were at the bottom of the biological chain.
, there are people who have no tomorrow today.
The composition of these "people" is complex. Their races are mainly goblins, with other races mixed in. It is not uncommon for tauren and trolls to fight for wine. Don't you see that there are gnolls gambling with humans on the opposite side?
With a wooden platform, a bench, and a cup of beer with a malty aroma, Tonatiu finally tasted something Zutona didn't have, beer!
He savored the taste of pure natural drinks and savored the taste of alcoholic drinks that he had not seen for a long time.
The taste is lighter than that on Earth, and the alcohol smell is very light. But it is very fragrant and has a strong wheat aroma. It tastes a bit like sparkling wine and pure draft beer combined.
Very nice drink.
"Hey, young man, although a bartender should not inquire about the identity of a customer! But your appearance makes me curious. Brother, are you also from Zandalar or Northrend?" The bartender wiped the wooden cup and walked over.
In front of Tonatiu.
This bartender is a male troll, with a deep face, rough brown-green skin, and criss-crossing scars. One of the centipede-like scars crawls on his face. When he speaks, it seems as if the centipede comes to life.
The whole person is very fierce and violent, more like a pirate than a bartender.
The most conspicuous thing was his fangs that were supposed to be very thick. One of them was broken off from the corner of his mouth, and one was broken in half. It looked a bit like Tonatiu's fangs.
Tonatiu's current appearance does not look like a desert troll at all. Although he can still look like a troll, he looks more like a frost troll and a Zandalari troll.
Tonatiu also wanted to chat. It had been almost two years since he traveled back in time, and he had very few people to chat with.
Apart from the Zutona trolls, I seem to have only had conversations with Modera, Aegwynn and Naboa.
Among them, Aegwynn and Naboa were still the kind who fought with him to the death without saying a few words.
"Hey! Inquiring into guests' privacy is not what a bartender should do!" He smiled and looked at the troll in front of him. This troll bartender spoke very authentic troll language and was tall and not much shorter than him.
"I'm from Zandalari." The troll bartender stared at Tonatiu curiously and announced his home address in advance. "I thought you were also a brother from Zandalar. Sorry, you don't look like it."
Zandalari trolls?
No wonder he is so tall and upright, but a Zandalari troll went to work as a bartender in a goblin city. Although it makes sense, it is a bit weird.
There must be some unknown past. If it were written down in detail, it would probably be an adventure story that would be very popular in the human kingdom.
It's a pity that Tonatius is not interested. He is not an adventurer or a bard. He has no interest in adventure stories that are not his own.
Tonatiu is interested in Zandalari.
He was very familiar with the Zandalari in the game. He knew nothing about the Zandalari in the real world except for the Zandalari Islands in the Endless Sea.
The information sources of the Sandblood tribe are poor. At most, they know some information about Zul'Farrak and Gadgetzan, and their tentacles have never left the desert.
"Can you tell me about Zandalar? That is where the wise men and sages of our trolls live. I am very curious..."
As he spoke, Tonatiu took out a few silver coins, which Modera put on him, so that the dignified Lord of Zutona would not have any pocket money.
He threw the silver coins on the table. The shiny color reflected the firelight and made it look even more hazy. It had a soul-stirring power. The bartender burst into laughter and threw the silver coins into the cash box.
He turned around and opened a dozen beers, neatly stacked them in front of Tonatiu, and made a gesture of invitation: "Let's drink and chat."
