The trolls were whispering and looking curiously at the tent in the center.
"Your Majesty just carried a hairless monkey in? What kind of creature is that? How can there be a hairless monkey in the mountain?"
"It's not a monkey..."
"I don't know. But your Majesty must have a reason for doing this! Your Majesty is our leader!"
"Wait...that's not right. It seems that kind of animal is called a human...human being? Master Zangar and I have been to the city where the little green skin sells things, and we have seen such creatures."
"..."
Everyone was whispering and discussing what their respected Majesty had just carried in.
The current temporary captain of this elite troll force, the voodoo shooter Dezra, appears in front of everyone.
"Stand back. Prepare what you should prepare for, and complete what you should do!"
"Also... the witch doctors have already said that it is not a hairless monkey! It is an intelligent creature, just like us trolls! It's just that they come from another distant continent, and they are called "human beings"!"
Dezla may not have the best fighting ability among the trolls, but her application of tactics and her deep trust in Tonatiu have made her very prestigious among the trolls.
Everyone listens to her.
The trolls gradually dispersed.
Their whispers were actually just out of curiosity. After all, before Tonatiu appeared, the Sandblood Tribe was a fairly decent group of desert trolls in the Tanaris Desert.
He spent all day digging for food in the sand and never left the desert. At this time, humans had not yet set foot in Kalimdor on a large scale. Except for some goblin cities, most of the trolls on Kalimdor had no experience at all.
I've seen humans.
Compared to the tall bodies of Zutona trolls, the slender female mage can really only be said to be the size of a monkey...
But then again.
The original sand-blood trolls were just like other trolls. They were cruel and savage, tortured by hunger. Except for trolls, they would eat almost anything they could catch, including intelligent humanoids.
He was let go, so he was called a troll among other races, and his reputation was extremely bad.
The troll tribe that transformed from the Sandblood Trolls into the Zutona Trolls used to be typical trolls, but there were no "people" to "eat" in the desert.
But after migrating to Un'Goro Crater and being radiated by the light of the Eternal Statue, which shone with magical light for a year, both his mind and body quickly mutated.
They have become taller and stronger. The male troll's rickety vertebrae have begun to stand upright, and their skin has evolved from brown-white to dark-brown in the past to blue-white. In addition to physical changes, the troll's brain is also evolving. In Tona
Under Tiwu's requirements and systematic transformation, it is developing from a primitive tribe to a primary civilization.
Tonatiu gave them the importance of being civilized and clean. There are large bathhouses everywhere in Tonatiu, and it has even become a mandatory legal order to take a bath every day.
The Eternal Statue can also be said to be a system that gives the trolls an active brain, enhanced thinking ability, greater curiosity, and an enhanced affinity for the Force.
If it were the trolls of the past, and the tribesmen caught an animal they didn't recognize, their first reaction would be whether it was edible and whether it was delicious.
Now the Zutona trolls have become curious: what is this thing, where do they come from, and what does His Majesty want to do if he catches her.
This is progress.
It seems like an inconspicuous progress, but this is the biggest difference between barbaric races and civilized races.
After Dezra drove away the troll, she and her brother simply acted as guards, guarding the door of the central tent.
…
In the tent.
The unconscious human girl, with a haggard and painful look on her face, was lying on the mattress of Devilsaur skin made very soft by Tonatiu.
The tall Tonatiu sat cross-legged next to her, and the three most outstanding witch doctors in the army were treating her.
The witch doctor checked her breathing, pulse, and tested her body using voodoo spells that could kill or save people.
"His Majesty……"
After checking.
The leading witch doctor said softly.
"This human fell badly from behind and injured her bones. But this is not troublesome. What is troublesome is that the situation inside her body is very chaotic."
"We used witch doctor spells to treat her, but our power couldn't even enter her body. We called on His Majesty Tona's power. His Majesty's power could heal her, but it could only relieve her pain."
"There's nothing we can do."
"Perhaps Lord Zangal has a way, or God Tiu's mercy can heal her."
Tonatiu nodded.
"The kindness of Tona and Tiu will only be given to their believers. She is not a believer and can only feel their kindness indirectly through you."
The witch doctors looked at each other.
"Your Majesty..."
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
They silently recited the prayers of the Supreme Loa, and Tonatiu waved his hand, "You can go out. Her injuries are beyond our control and are related to magic."
"As you command, your Majesty."
The witch doctors rolled out the tent.
Tonatiu looked down and his face was pale, with a layer of faint but extremely chaotic blue energy lingering around his body.
Although he is not a mage and has little research on arcana and magic. But he has never seen pigs running or eaten pork. Tonatius has read so many online novels. He guessed that this may be a spell backlash or something similar, which hurts
Got to her.
Compared with her injuries, Tonatiu was more interested in something else, a dark curved dagger, with which Modera stabbed Aegwynn.
"This thing... looks very familiar." Tonatiu looked at the dagger. It looked very ordinary, made of obsidian-like material, and was tattered.
but……
The most conspicuous thing is the large eyeball that looks like a relief at the place where its grip is separated from the blade teeth. It looks very eye-catching.
It was not big, it looked like a small knife in Modera's hand, but in Tonatiu's hand it could only be described as a small dagger.
The more Tonatiu looked at it, the more he felt that it resembled a certain weapon.
He muttered to the dagger: "Xal'atath Blade of the Dark Empire?"
The words just fell.
The weapon, which was originally as ordinary as an obsidian dagger, began to change violently, and light began to appear on it...
Tonatius subconsciously tightened his grip on it, and as he exerted more force, the dagger's dazzling light suddenly dimmed, as if it hurt from his pinch.
He didn't know what was happening, but a woman's screaming voice sounded in his heart:
