Maybe it was to make Dai Lin, a human chauvinist, unhappy in the future, or maybe it was because he was a young soul who loved fun on earth.
Tonatiu still took the desert trolls and Sara Proudmoore with him, and followed the carnival parade all the way.
Xal'atath whispered: "Troll, you are so superficial."
"I'm not even eighteen years old!"
Xal'atath whispered: "Troll, I feel you prefer female humans."
"hehe……"
Ignoring the whispers of the ancient god, Tonatiu followed the carnival crowd with his entourage and Sara Proudmoore.
After visiting most of the third level, the crowd began to move southward toward the frozen fourth-level city.
Zakaze also said that now the team cannot proceed to the first and second levels until the last day, when King Rastakhan faces all the trolls and Zandalari residents in the giant seal.
Only then can the carnival parade go up to the 1st and 2nd floors to see the most powerful race and the tallest king in the Zandalari Islands.
Today's carnivals usually start from the third floor and go all the way down to the pier. Then everyone goes back to their houses to find their mothers.
On the fifth day of the parade, all the way down, May passed through the first level of the city. There were trolls, or ancestor turtles, or snake people, or fox people, or members of other races running out of the alleys holding colorful flags.
, merged into it.
By the time they reached the seventh floor, the carnival parade was estimated to have numbered hundreds of thousands of people, or even more, and the cheers soared into the sky.
On the way, Tonatiu also met Lal and Zumul'an. Zumul'an returned to the sand troll team, and Lal apologized and went to work.
As the lord of magic, the promising young man of Zandalari is also a high-ranking general and priest.
Lal said it was a very busy day like this, and it was a very difficult job to maintain order and prevent problems from the carnival team with a population of more than ten or two hundred thousand people.
Almost all the Zandalar armed forces joined in the maintenance of order in the carnival team.
There are more and more trolls, and my breathing is a bit suppressed.
It's almost dusk.
I didn't eat anything at noon.
Although Sarah Proudmoore brought out the bread she created with magic on the way, Tonatiu couldn't eat it, and the two Titans looked very sad.
Zumulaen and Zakaze, who had never eaten magic bread, happily took it and took a few bites.
Then their faces changed drastically and they spat it out.
Even the desert trolls who eat anything despise it. You can imagine the taste of magic bread.
But Sara Proudmoore herself looked as normal as she ate the bread she had made with magic.
Tonatiu asked her why she could eat it. Didn't it taste terrible?
Could it be that the food she ate tasted different from the food given to the trolls?
Sarah Proudmoore answered calmly: "While sailing on the sea, sometimes we encounter storms or other situations and are short of food. The bad-tasting magic bread can also become a life-saving delicacy."
"Uh~"
"It seems that you started sailing at sea when you were very young?" Tonatiu couldn't help but ask her.
"According to my father, I boarded a ship when I was three months old. When I was two years old, I took a voyage to Lordaeron. When I was five years old, I commanded the Kul Tiras merchant fleet on a trip to the south.
Stormwind City. After returning from Dalaran at the age of thirteen, she had a fleet of her own." Sara Proudmoore was very calm when she said this.
"I am 20 years old now. But I have been at sea for more than ten years."
Tonatiu had nothing to say and gave her a thumbs up.
It's a pity that the troll only has three fingers. A big hand with three fingers looks weird with a thumbs up.
The desert trolls all expressed that they couldn't eat the hard-to-eat magic bread. Tonatiu was hungry, so he simply proposed to go to the seventh floor in Dazar'alor from top to bottom, and then to the first floor from bottom to top, which is also the real Zanda.
Bring the trolls to the area where the civilians live to have a meal and solve the problem.
Zachaze immediately said that he knew where to find delicious food, and took Tonatiu to a tavern run by the Ancestral Turtle.
The pub is very lively.
But there are private rooms on the second floor, and the private rooms are quite large, allowing big guys like Tonatiu and the Titans to enter without being affected.
According to the ancestral turtle boss who looked so mean and made Sara Proudmoore livid:
"Even giant trolls here can come and taste the delicious human soup! Little guy, you are not tall enough. Oh? You also brought your own ingredients? It looks very tender, but we do not accept kitchen processing business!"
Seeing Sarah Proudmoore's livid face, it actually added: "Oh? Miss Ingredients is angry. Okay, let me say the other way around. Miss Human, you brought these troll ingredients here because you want to taste them."
Delicious troll soup? Sorry, I still said the same thing! We don’t do OEM services!”
If Zak'ze and the other Zandalari trolls next to the tavern weren't used to it, although Sarah Proudmoore looked angry, her face was ashen and she didn't show anything.
Tonatiu wanted Kezilla to give the turtle a good beating so that it would know what "a turtle gets beaten" means!
Zakaze entered the box a little angry, and said helplessly: "Your Majesty, these turtles are...very dissatisfying. But they are deeply trusted by His Majesty Rastakhan, and they only talk about it.
.”
"Why does Rastakhan trust them?" Tonatiu asked another question.
"I know this."
Says Sara Proudmoore, who is becoming more and more talkative.
"Trolls are not good at doing business. Well..." She glanced at the desert trolls present and added: "At least the Zandalar trolls are not good at it. They are good at fighting and building temples."
"But they are not good at doing business. As for these old turtles, they make people want to kill them. But their ability in business and negotiation cannot be compared to even the best businessmen in the human world."
"They appear to be quite harmless. Humans in Kul Tiras and elsewhere, or ordinary people of other races, may be concerned about Zandalar trolls eating humans."
"But they don't worry about these old guys who look very honest. Sometimes they think they are easy to bully and want to do business with them."
"Actually, the Zandalari trolls are much cuter than these old turtles!"
"So these old turtles are very popular and supported by the Zandalari trolls."
"In fact, they can also be said to be Zandalari's royal merchants, but neither Old Turtle nor Zandalari agree with this statement."
Sarah Proudmoore talks like an old turtle, and sounds a little rude. I don't know if she hates these ancestor turtles, or if she speaks like that.
After listening to her explanation.
Zachaze nodded: "Princess Proudmoore is right. The Ancestral Turtle has a close relationship with Zuldazar. They often just talk about it, so no troll is willing to offend them."
"Okay. A bunch of mean-mouthed guys." Tonatiu said helplessly, and he continued to complain: "They are just like Bwonsamdi!"
Hearing him complain about the main god he believed in, Zumulaen hesitated for a moment, thought about it and decided to endure it.
But his Lord God seemed unable to bear it.
A smell of the dead filled the room, and then Tonatiu sat calmly while the other trolls and Sara Proudmoore were surprised.
A tall figure emerged from the air, and the troll Death suddenly appeared in the largest box.
He chuckled and said: "Your Majesty! Your words really hurt old Bwonsamdi's heart! Hey, hey, compared to those little turtles, old Bwonsamdi is much cuter, okay?!"
Bwonsamdi is cute...
I go.
If you were cute, there would be no bitches in the world.
But if the Prototurtle and Bwonsamdi are more mean-spirited...
hesitated for a moment.
Tonatiu really thinks Bwonsamdi is much cuter.
At least after the second meeting.
Bwonsamdi never spoke meanly in front of him again.
All right.
Compared to the starting turtle, Bwonsamdi is cuter.
