"It seems that my little troll city has finally attracted the attention of the big guys in Azeroth."
Tonatiu, who didn't know that the bronze dragon had actually been paying attention to him for a long time, stared at the information about the troll girl in front of him in his retina:
Although she looks like a troll who is about fourteen or fifteen years old.
Tonatiu knew that it was her appearance, or illusion.
But he didn't know.
In fact, she had been lurking beside him for a long time, and her past identity was his maid who had mysteriously disappeared.
That's right.
The bronze dragon changed her identity from the underage maid beside the chief to an ordinary troll girl.
In fact, if it can remain unchanged.
Chromie also hopes to maintain his original identity, but the growth rate of trolls is too fast. Three years is enough for an underage maid to grow up.
In addition, as a maid, I often come into contact with Tonatiu.
Even without close contact.
The materialist aura around him often brought her illusion skills to the verge of collapse. Chromie was worried that one day she would be touched by him and her true colors would be revealed.
She simply changed her identity.
I created a missing plot for my original identity, and then transformed into a new desert troll refugee, the one without a father or a mother.
Then he got mixed up with the first batch of desert troll refugees accepted by Zutona, successfully entered Zutona, and changed his identity.
Her job is to monitor these trolls, so instead of risking her identity, she monitors the troll chief who is putting more and more pressure on her.
It's better to stay in his base camp and monitor this alternative troll society that has never appeared in Azeroth.
In this new work plan.
She tried her best to avoid contact with Tonatiu, but His Majesty the Titans didn't look good and bumped into him anyway.
Chromie had a headache.
So why not Tonatiu?
He took a deep breath.
Decided to ignore the bronze dragon.
It can be said that the Bronze Dragon helped him once directly and indirectly, and has never shown any hostility towards Zutona.
Coupled with the terrifying power of the guardian dragons, since they did not come to provoke him, Tonatiu decided to pretend that he had not seen her.
The other side.
Tonatiu felt that he could no longer turn a blind eye.
Initially there was only one.
Now two more have arrived.
This proves that the Cenarion Circle is taking itself seriously, cannot continue to ignore it, and should take the initiative.
Think about it.
He ignored Chromie, who didn't know how to deal with him, and turned towards the three large corvid birds under the beam.
In the retina, their information is projected:
[Broll Bearskin: Level 16 Druid, Normal, Neutral]
[Hisali Black Crow: Level 15 Druid, Normal, Neutral]
[Nalalex·Heart of the Forest: Level 17 Darui, threat, neutral]
After walking under the beam, Tonatiu stood underneath, staring up at the birds that the three druids had turned into.
The two larger, unfamiliar ravens looked at a loss.
They don't seem to know whether they should look at Tonatiu or be like the other birds.
The slightly smaller one is a raven that Tonatiu is familiar with, and he often feeds her.
But now she acted as if nothing had happened, pretending to be looking at the scenery elsewhere.
In addition, the one who pretends to be nonchalant often eats mushrooms and fruits in the cultivated fields outside Zutona City.
Just when the three birds were behaving differently, Tonatiu spoke in a deep voice.
"Everyone of the Cenarion Circle. Good afternoon, elune-adore!"
What he said next was Nordrassil. In the future, this language will be called Darnassus, which is the language of the Kaldorei.
Because Naga, high elves, night elves and future blood elves are essentially descendants of Kaldorei.
Therefore, whether it is the current Nordrassil language or the future Darnassian language, there is actually not much difference between it and Nazga and Thalassian.
Relatively speaking, the ideological differences between the night elves and their distant relatives are greater than language.
Tonatiu learned this sentence from Modera, a language master who was proficient in Dwarf, Gnomish, Thalassian, Troll, and even Murloc.
This sentence was specially taught by Modera when she was teaching him some Thalassian, so that he could distinguish Nordrassil and Thalassian, two very similar languages, in terms of accent and grammar.
s difference.
Although many people think that Thalassian has many similarities with Nordrassil, Thalassian cannot be easily regarded as a dialect of Nordrassil because the two languages are used to communicate.
There are still difficulties.
Tonatiu has never failed to learn foreign languages. He can now use Murloc proficiently, knows some simple human common languages, and is trying to learn Salas language.
This also allowed him to learn some simple greetings in Nordrassil from Modera.
Just like a Yankee who is learning Japanese, he may know one or two "nihao" and "nijintianhilema?" at least once.
He faced the big birds that the three druids had transformed into. The first words he spoke were his own troll language, and the second words "elune-adore" were the words that greeted each other in the society and language of the Kaldorei.
A sort of.
Translated into troll language, it means "May Elune protect you", or "May Elune protect you".
Of course it can also be "May Elune be with you..."
Anyway, according to Modera's words, whenever you encounter a night elf, there is no harm in using this sentence in your opening remarks.
Maybe Modera is right.
After hearing the friendly greetings in Nordrassil coming from the mouth of the tall troll chief in front of them, the three druids finally could no longer pretend.
The tallest bird.
Under the curious gazes of the surrounding trolls and the playful eyes of the bronze dragon, he jumped down from the beam. In mid-air, his feathers began to fade and his body began to swell...
Wait until he lands.
A tall male night elf, not much shorter than an ordinary troll, was already standing in front of Tonatiu.
Saw him do this.
The remaining two ravens also jumped down from the beam and landed next to him, turning into two night elves.
Two men and one woman.
The deformed male Kaldorei at the back is slightly shorter than the previous one, but looks thicker and more muscular, with broad shoulders.
As for the female night elf, the raptor druid that Tonatiu and Zutona fed for more than a year, she also turned into a beautiful elf that was slightly taller than an adult troll woman, slender and graceful, and very slender and tall.
"elune-adore!"
The taller night elf at the head responded to Tonatiu with the same greeting.
"Can we talk about it?" Then he was very understanding of the troll and changed his own language into the troll's language.
And looking at Tonatiu, who was two heads taller than him, his voice was modest and his tone of voice made him feel very comfortable.
"We come on behalf of the Cenarion Circle, and we mean no harm. I am Naralex Forestheart, a druid."
"He is Broll Bearskin, a druid."
"This is Hisari Black Crow, she is also our sister."
When Broll Bearskin was introduced, the shorter druid nodded politely to Tonatiu.
Tonatiu nodded in return.
But when it came time to introduce Hisali Black Crow, Tonatiu looked at her in a strange way.
It was as if he was looking at the little bird that often came to the window sill of his room to pray for food.
This made the kaldorei lady with beautiful violet skin pretend not to hear the introduction and look at other places as if nothing had happened, almost whistling.
