Tonatiu didn't know that the storm in the Endless Sea covered a large area.
It's not just the sea he is traveling through.
The entire southern part of the Zandalar Islands was also affected by this huge storm.
The ancient troll capital.
In the dark night and the storm, the lights in the city flickered, struggling to shine under the storm.
Zuldazar.
Downtown area.
In the bazaar of hundreds of merchants, a hotel is still brightly lit even in the dark.
Goblin boss Fizzig Ribo likes to be called "boss" because it makes him appear wealthy and powerful, even though he is just a small innkeeper in this big city.
But he is a little different from those goblin technicians. He likes this kind of leisurely life very much.
He only cares about the business of his hotel.
In the past, he sold all of Under Armor's real estate assets to buy this hotel in the Lower City of Troll City, which was the proudest investment in his life.
Recently, he began to feel the risks of this investment.
Since His Majesty the God King was "assassinated", that's what the trolls said anyway, saying that the powerful Rastakhan was assassinated by the blood trolls.
Since Rastakhan's death, Zuldasari's business has become increasingly difficult to do.
In the past, although the Zandalari trolls were all very proud.
But they all have an indifferent attitude towards businessmen in the lower city, even businessmen of other races.
Zandalari has existed for so long that they even feel they have the capital to view the former Kaldorei Empire from a higher perspective.
However, after Rastakhan died.
The policy of the Troll Empire has begun to become unclear. Although Princess Talanji has been working hard, she has not yet successfully ascended the throne.
Due to the instability in the city, the Zandalari trolls slowly began to be wary of the many foreign merchants in the lower city, and issued unfriendly policies and regulations one by one.
Take Fitzger Ribo's hotel, for example. In the past, he only had to pay a little protection tax to the city defense team, and pay some management fees and cleaning fees to the market officials. No other taxes were required.
You only need to pay various taxes and fees that are about 1/300 of the hotel's turnover every month. Fizzig Ribo, who has low taxes in Zandalar, even wants to become a permanent resident here!
You know, in Under Armor, the lowest tax is 40% of income per month!
Some trading giants in some regions even levy a 70% tax...
This is also the reason why goblins like to go out to do business. Although Under Armor is good, the tax is high!
However, recently, with the changes in Zuldazar's policies and the issuance of new regulations, the Baishang Bazaar and several other large markets in the lower city have to pay more and more taxes and fees.
It has already increased to 5% of monthly income!
Fitzger Ribo can hardly bear it any longer!
After calculating last month's bills, Fitzger Ribo looked at the taxes and fees paid last month, and his heart felt as if a piece of flesh had been cut with a knife, and he felt extremely painful.
At this time, the voice of a Zandalari troll came from the side.
"It's been raining a lot in Dazar'alor these past few days. I heard that a turtle man just wanted to rest by the dock yesterday. What do you think? It was drowned! Hahahaha..."
Fizzig Ribo looked at the Zandalari troll telling boring jokes with disgust. The dumbfounded expression of another troll next to him told the goblin boss that the three-fingered monster had similar thoughts to his...
"Hello, boss, please give me a glass of iced milk, thank you." With a standard Zandalari accent, a hoarse and deep voice, and a polite attitude, the "boss" almost didn't need to look at it to know that it was a head-scratcher.
Like Loa, a stubborn and pious warrior of Zandalal Raizan.
"It's raining heavily today, and there isn't much ice. Ice-cold milk costs twice as much. Also, according to the rules, weapons are placed at the door." The goblin boss slowly pointed to the door. There was already a huge battle ax and a skeletal stick.
The strange cane was lying there quietly. It seemed to be the property of two other guests in the hotel.
"I'm sorry, His Majesty Lezan said that a warrior's sword cannot be separated from his body."
"This is your new rule, the latest rule issued by Yazma, the Archpriest of Lower City. If you don't want to find trouble." The boss said while pointing to the guards of Lower City walking around, obviously concerned about the situation.
I have become accustomed to it. "Of course I don't mind if they take away your luggage after you are captured."
The paladin of Lezan thought for a moment, and finally silently placed the long-handled sword at the door. He chose a position near the door. He seemed to be very worried about his sword, but his lower body clothes were constantly being spilled.
There was heavy rain at the door, and it became wet after a while.
The other two Zandalari trolls who had been drinking in the hotel for a long time looked at the pedantic look of the paladin. The troll who told the cold joke seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He turned to say something to his companions.
As he spoke, he danced and gestured, and then laughed wildly.
His companion pulled him and frowned at him.
The stubborn Paladin Lezan turned his head and looked at the Zandalari Troll, not understanding what he had done for a moment.
"He said that the warriors of Lezan are as stubborn as turtles washed into the sea by heavy rain." The goblin boss suddenly came to translate.
The paladin looked embarrassed, but he seemed to be well-educated. After drinking some milk, he began to sit quietly, seemingly praying.
"Bang!" The door was pushed open again.
"Welcome!" Fitzger Ribo shouted casually to the new guests.
"A glass of juice, boss!" the new customer said loudly.
"Oh, it's been raining heavily these days. Logistics are not smooth. The price of fresh fruits has increased. If you want to drink fresh juice, you have to pay three times the price. Oh, by the way, weapons are left at the door! New regulations of High Priest Yazma!"
The new troll guest muttered, and the boss reluctantly placed the ax at the door, but looked at the weapons that were lying there with interest.
"I just controlled the lower city area, what's the big deal? I just want to use the head of a rogue dragon as a ceratopsian helmet!" the new guest muttered.
"What did you say? How dare you question the great Yazma?" The troll man who made the cold joke suddenly stood up and yelled at the new guest.
The new guest looked at the decoration on the old guest's shoulder. There was a vivid golden spider there.
"Hey! Who do I think you are? Just a priest of His Majesty Spider Loa! Your Majesty Shadra advocates black and red, but you want to promote gold and do it in His Majesty's name! High Priest Yazma, you have done a great job
Na!" the new guest countered without any politeness.
Hearing what he said, the old customer's face instantly turned darker.
"Your juice! Remember, it's three times the price!" Fizzig Ribo appeared at an untimely moment.
"His Majesty Gonk's followers like to drink this soft juice." The old guest replied venomously.
The new guest glanced at the cheap rum in the hand of the old guest. This kind of wine usually comes from the human kingdom and is brewed from sugarcane residues that have been pressed for sugar. The price is very low, but the taste...
"It's better than Shadra's followers who can only afford to drink sugarcane stinky water!"
"It's better than Gonk spending all day with wild beasts." the old guest retorted angrily.
"Spiders can only hide in the dark, and there is no area for you to move under the light!" The new guest was furious.
Looking at the two trolls who were about to fight, the goblin boss realized something was wrong.
"No fighting allowed, fight out!" Fitzger Ribo shouted loudly.
However, it was okay if he didn't shout. When he shouted, it seemed to alert the two trolls.
The new guest picked up the ax he had just placed and struck at Shadra's followers. The old guest didn't seem ready, and the ax was about to hit his leg.
"Ding!" There was a sound of metal colliding. The guest who came with the old guest had already picked up another giant ax and used it to block the Gonk believer's slash.
The new guest took a look at the god's emblem on this guest's shoulder. It was okay not to look at it, but when he saw it, Wuming became angry.
It was a vivid silver pterodactyl, proving that this guest was the server of the pterodactyl Loapaku.
Paku had a quarrel with His Majesty Gonk yesterday over the Great Seal. After returning, His Majesty Gonk ordered the believers to be hostile to all Paku's followers from now on.
Without thinking, Gonk's followers drew their giant axes and slashed at Paku's followers.
The paladin of Lezan seemed to be unable to stand it any longer, so he picked up his sword and came over to stop them.
The old guest with a foul mouth, the priest of Spider Loa Shadra, took his staff and was about to cast a spell when he saw the paladin suddenly rushing over and thought of the news that Gonk and Paku had a falling out and defected to Lezan's camp.
He didn't think much about it, but a spider cursed magic and hit the warrior of Lezan.
The paladin who wanted to stop the fight failed to dodge, and was hit by a poisonous curse on his left arm. Viciousness flowed on it. The troll paladin suddenly broke out in cold sweat and was obviously in great pain.
"Stop it, gentlemen." The boss's voice sounded again. "Look around you clearly!"
The trolls were ready to fight, but then they realized that they were surrounded by a group of lower town guards.
The leader, a troll captain, was covered in rainwater and had obviously just come in from patrolling outside.
He glanced at the trolls coldly, "High Priest Yazma's rules! All fights are strictly prohibited in the lower city, and violators will be thrown into prison!"
"Senior Priest Rader!" The old guest, the priest of Shadra, shouted and came closer, pointing at the two believers of Gonk and Lezan. "It was them, it was them. They were the ones who started the attack, and they
Defame Her Majesty Shadra!"
As soon as I saw this priest who I knew from the same Loa faith said this, I heard the followers of Gonk and Lezan slandering my Majesty.
Guard captain Ladd's eyes suddenly flashed with fierceness, and he said coldly:
"High Priest Yazma stipulates that those who dare to slander Her Majesty Shadra will be punished by being eaten by thousands of spiders! Take action and capture them!"
"Wait! I am a believer of Gonk and a citizen of Zandalari, you can't do this to me!" the new guest shouted.
The paladin of Lezan said calmly: "Zuldartha is His Highness Talanji's Zuldazar, and the lower city is also His Highness's territory. The rules of High Priest Yazma cannot exceed the rules of the princess! The princess has never issued such a rule.
Regulations, you are being immoral!"
"Hey!" said the foul-mouthed old guest, Shadra's priest, with disdain. "Do you regret it now? It's too late! As for Her Royal Highness, only some of the followers of Lezan, not all, listen to her now.
What she said. It’s a pity that her order can only affect Juqing’s sealed palace now! Look, who outside listens to her?”
"Do it!"
Lower City Guard Captain Ladd ordered coldly.
A group of guards with spider Loa emblems on their shoulders rushed towards him fiercely.
…………
…………
Late at night.
Fitzger Ribo's hotel has closed, and there are no guests staying today.
This undead look.
It is estimated that no guests would dare to stay here.
Fitzger Rebo looked at the messy store after the conflict between the trolls with tears in his eyes, and the property damage was very serious.
It caused him a loss of at least 18 gold coins...
"I'm going to appeal!"
"I'm going to file a complaint against these trolls!"
"They destroyed my property! I will never forgive them! They must pay me back!"
"it is necessary!"
The goblin boss didn't even care that it was already late at night. He closed the hotel angrily, rushed out of the street in the heavy rain, and wanted to go to the market management office to complain about the troll.
