According to his plan, the war between trolls and insects had ended a month ago.
That is not a war at all, it can only be regarded as a round of battle, a unilateral round of war between trolls and insects, and training of troops.
The trolls are well prepared, and there are experts like the Kaldorei to help, and there are Kaldorei spectators to guide them.
The bugs started to move, but they didn't expect the trolls to attack them.
In this situation, without the leadership of the Qiraji and the few elites, the Silithids are simply vulnerable to an organized legion.
If the trolls didn't dare to go deep into the insect nest now, they could even destroy the Corruption Nest.
Major national events are held in the army and sacrificed.
This is the best summary of a theocratic country. There is no doubt that the current Desert Troll is this kind of government.
In other words, trolls and Kaldorei both have this type of government.
Rong naturally refers to war, military troops, military drills, etc.
Sacrifice... Tonatiu himself plays the role of prophet and god. He can solve it by himself.
So now, apart from farming and construction, the desert trolls have nothing major to do for the time being.
Anyway, Modera hasn't come back yet.
Going back to Zutona too early is just to deal with various chores. He can do these things very well outside Zangar and others.
With this idea in mind, he decided to move forward leisurely, inspecting the new troll towns along the way, and slowly returned to Zutona.
Starting from Zutiu, Tonatiu took the Titans, Hisari, a few druids who were going back to Modrasin, and a few goblin mages hired from the Hot Sand Company.
, go to the nearest Zuzangar.
Traveling in the desert is not a pleasant thing.
Fortunately, everyone is not an ordinary person, the druid can transform into a bird, the goblin mage has his own aerial mount, and Tonatiu can let Luru bring the titan.
Simply traveling is not hard.
If you travel by air, you can reach Zuzangar from Zutiu in more than three hours.
If Tonatiu came alone on Lulu, with the violent flying speed of the Nergigante, he could even arrive in one hour.
Zuzangar is built in a desert, with a huge hill to the north, and the city is built under the hill.
There are now about 20,000 trolls settled here, all of them desert trolls from Zul'Farrak. It is expected that more than 10,000 jungle trolls will migrate later, plus possible population reproduction.
Over time, this place will develop into a troll city with a population of about 100,000.
This puts great pressure on the endless spring water that has a fixed amount of water every day and can only sustain the drinking water of about 20,000 trolls.
Tonatiu came here with the idea of solving this problem.
That's right.
He already has a solution.
About noon.
Zuzangar.
A large sandstorm hit Zuzan'gar, and only the trolls and goblins of Tanaris could feel it.
The hot air originating from the depths of the Tanaris Desert rises and combines with the cold air at mid-temperature in the sky to form a storm. The storm sweeps across the desert, rolling up a large amount of sand and bringing very bad consequences to the creatures in the desert.
experience.
The sky is gray, you can't see three fingers out of your hand, and dust falls on your skin and clothes. Even a troll can't help but feel uncomfortable.
No troll wanted to go out at this time, but a team walked through the powerful sandstorm and walked in the damn weather.
"Damn it. This kind of weather really makes the goblins unhappy!" The sharp voice of the goblin mage Ross, a hired employee of Hotsand Company, echoed in the sandstorm.
"It's not just the goblins. It's the same for us." A kind voice sounded. "If we had known there would be such a big sandstorm, we should have stayed in Zutiu for a while."
"Ah, Your Majesty! I don't mean to dislike your order! I'm just complaining about the damn weather!" the goblin mage said.
"Who isn't? Fortunately, it's already here."
In the gray sandstorm, Tonatiu looked at the simple gate of Zuzangar not far away.
Sandstorms often occur in deserts, especially in August and September when air convection is intense.
If it were in the past, the trolls would either be hiding in Zul'Farrak, or they could only hide in the desert camp and tremble.
Now that there is an oasis, the oasis's resistance to sandstorms is obviously much stronger than the original camp.
The trees can block most of the wind and sand, and the trolls hiding among them can only eat some sand at most.
"Huh?"
Heading towards the gates of the new town.
In the desert air with a faint smell of ozone, Tonatiu smelled the smell of blood.
"What's going on? Why are there no guards? Even if it's a sandstorm, someone should be posted at the door to guard it!" He approached Zuzangar's door displeased.
Soon, he knew why there was no troll guard at the door.
And why is there the smell of blood in the air?
At the simple entrance of Zuzangar, three dead troll corpses were lying on the ground. When Tonatiu came over, they were almost buried by the wind and sand.
Enemy attack?
Apart from goblins and bandits, there are only trolls in the desert. Goblins and bandits should not have much courage to attack a troll town with a population of more than 20,000.
Civil unrest?
This is possible.
It has only been about half a year since Zul'Farrak surrendered to Zultona. Over the past six months, the migration and integration work has been completed one after another quite well.
But even so, some confusion may still not be completely avoided.
Although the Shanu tribe has been dispersed, they are still a large tribe with a long history and a population of nearly one hundred thousand.
It is possible that some Sandfury trolls are unwilling to accept the situation and are secretly doing things.
"Wow! Dead troll!" The hired goblin mage came over to check. He said with great experience: "It was dead for about two hours. His neck was cut open, his throat was cut, and his heart was stabbed.
Even a troll can't save this kind of injury."
Tonatiu said solemnly: "Can you tell who killed him?"
"Your Majesty, you are making things difficult for me. I am not a detective, how could I..." the goblin mage said while checking the wound. "Wait, I know the traces of this weapon. Although I don't want to say it, but
They are the goblins' favorite weapons."
"Goblin?"
"That's right." The goblin mage from Hotsand Company frowned his ugly eyebrows. "The wound marks look like they were caused by the stabbing dagger that goblins like to use. But...it doesn't make sense! Gadgetzan Riduo
I know, you can’t be messed with. Listen, I’m not trying to shirk it. But there’s no way the goblins in Gadgetzan would dare to do this to the trolls!”
