Tonatiu stepped on the soft sand, and beside him stood the shivering Ga Bang Broken Fin.
"How many people are there in your tribe??"
The Troll King asked softly.
Bang Bang·Broken Fin did not dare to neglect at all.
Because it knew that the strange-looking, overly strong troll in front of it was actually the husband of a Dalaran lord!
There are actually children!
As a foreigner, he was actually able to make a Dalaran Dharma Lord fall in love with him.
How awesome is this.
What's more, it is also a high-level mage, and it even witnessed the scene when Tonatiu instantly killed Dacas Luonen and scared away the Black Dragon Prince that day.
For Tonatiu, its heart is filled with supreme awe.
As a cultured fishman, it cannot call Tonatiu its master like ordinary fishmen. After thinking about it, the fishman mage personally answered:
"Dear Troll King. In the revenge of the mines, we lost almost 95% of our warriors and troops. There are still about 20,000 tribesmen in the tribe, but they are all old fishmen and fishman tadpoles. Those who can participate in the battle,
Now there are less than 500."
It thought that Tonatiu wanted a murloc army. After all, the murlocs could only provide him with an army in name only, but in fact they were cannon fodder.
However, now they really can't provide any more troops, even if they are a murloc army with sluggish combat power once they land ashore.
Tonatiu was a little stunned when he heard this.
Are these fin-shattering murlocs so weak?
Well, my little murloc is not small at all. If a murloc about the same size as Nergigante Luru could be called a little murloc, there would be no big murloc in this world.
Fitz's murloc kingdom has millions of ordinary murlocs, tens of thousands of elite murloc warriors, thousands of talented murloc mages, thousands of tide hunters and a whole host of other professions.
To put it bluntly, Fizz Tidehunter can be regarded as a prince in the sea.
It's actually unfair to compare Tonatiu's Shatterfin Murlocs with Fitz's Murloc Kingdom.
Fitz's kingdom has been protected by him for several years, and it is also a murloc kingdom ruled by a king with his bloodline, plus an efficient faith bonus.
The Kingdom of Fizz is no longer the murloc of Azeroth in the traditional sense.
A tribe with tens of thousands of murlocs and thousands of murloc warriors, such as the tribe of Grumpy Fin Broken Fin, is generally the normal organizational capability of the murlocs of Azeroth.
There are very few murloc tribes with a population of more than 100,000. There are murloc tribes with more than 100,000. They are usually not wild, but are usually murlocs enslaved by the Nagas, or they belong to a murloc kingdom where a druid is the king.
Tonatiu wants to unify the fishmen here, so the best way is to ask Fitz to come over.
Fitz has part of his bloodline and can be said to be his first chosen one.
Its existence has a radiating effect on the fishmen around it.
Murlocs living near Fizz will naturally become stronger, smarter, and eat more food than ordinary murlocs.
If Fitz comes here.
In three years at most, without external forces stopping it, it can create another murloc kingdom here.
However, compared to the coast of the eastern continent, the situation along the coast of Kalimdor is simpler and less complicated.
Therefore, the speed of development will be faster there. In the Eastern Kingdom, there will be many constraints for the fish people to develop quickly.
If nothing else, the human kingdom will quickly notice the savage growth of murlocs on the seashore.
But Fitz can't come over.
It's not that it doesn't want to come.
It was Tonatiu who was not prepared to let it come.
The Murloc Kingdom cannot leave Fizz's presence. Tonatiu also hopes that one day the Murloc Kingdom can land to fight. He does not want to interrupt the good development and evolution momentum of the Murloc Kingdom.
After thinking for a while, Tonatiu said to Ga Bang Broken Fin: "Where is your brother?"
The elder brother of the murloc mage is the chief of this tribe and a strong murloc warrior supported by Modera.
Murlocs, like other barbaric races, have leaders who are often the best at fighting, or the ones who can communicate with higher-ups.
To put it bluntly, they are either warriors, priests, priests, shamans or the like.
In fact, apart from Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, there are few places where mages are in charge.
"Its injuries are very serious." The fishman mage said, "It is hiding and unwilling to see us..."
That day, the murloc chief was used as a fish by human cavalry to threaten the murloc mage. Three of his limbs were cut off, and fish blood flowed all over the floor.
The injuries were extremely serious, and he was lucky to be alive.
Afterwards, he voluntarily abdicated and handed over the rights of the tribe to his younger brother.
This kind of transfer of power can be regarded as brotherly respect among the fishmen. Generally, the transfer of power in the fishmen tribe is extremely cruel.
In a wild murloc community, the new chief will often eat the old chief and then be eaten by the next chief.
"Then you will be able to command them." Tonatiu didn't care and directly handed over the power to the fishman mage. "From now on, all the fishmen under the jurisdiction of Modera and me will be managed by you."
Tonatiu directly affirmed its rights. The other party was so frightened that he took a few steps without taking it seriously.
suddenly.
Under the soft sandy beach.
There was a scratching sound.
It's a bit like the sound of an egg being stepped on.
Tonatiu looked down and saw a white fish egg much larger than a goose egg, which he accidentally stepped on.
"Forehead……"
This seems to be the egg of a fish-man tadpole, that is, the egg of a small fish-man.
When a murloc first hatches, it is almost a fish, and then it slowly evolves into limbs and a special head.
Their newborns are called tadpoles, and there is no doubt that they lay eggs.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it." Tonatiu said innocently.
"Please don't worry about it, Your Majesty." The fishman mage said nonchalantly, "It's just an egg of a fishman tadpole. A female fishman will lay a dozen of these eggs a month. If there is enough food, one
It can rain more than thirty times a month!”
Having said that, I stepped on someone else's eggs after all. I don't know which unlucky female fishman laid the tadpole eggs here and buried them under the sand.
Out of curiosity, Tonatiu squatted down. He wanted to see what the fish-man's eggs looked like.
"kindness?"
After squatting down, Tonatiu noticed something strange.
It was true that the egg was broken by his foot, but it seemed that it was no longer an egg. To be precise, it was about to hatch.
The Troll King dug out the egg that he had stepped on and dug it out from under the sand. He found a dying, catfish-like tadpole gasping for air in the egg white.
Looking at this poor tadpole, Tonatiu hesitated for a moment, then thought about it and decided to do something for it.
After all, it is a life.
After his daughter was born and met her, Tonatiu, who was completely integrated into this world, became much more emotional than before.
If it were the past, it would be nothing to step on such an egg.
When he was playing dungeons in the game, he broke hundreds of various eggs, literally thousands of them, okay?
Otherwise, where would the achievements of Leeroy come from?
Tonatiu stretched out a thick finger, pointed at the poor murloc tadpole, and said to it in murloc language:
"The reborn fish-man. You will witness the glorious rise of Broken Fin. In the name of the God King, I will give you new life and a future."
A drop of golden blood, wrapped in the power of faith, dripped into the broken eggshell and onto the tadpole's head.
The fish-man mage next to him suddenly showed a look of extreme envy in his swollen fish eyes.
The divine blood was absorbed by the poor and lucky tadpole. Tonatiu used the system's ability to look at it:
Due to a temporary sensibility, Tonatiu waited until the divine blood dripped out before he remembered that by doing so, he had created another little Fitz.
He originally just wanted to save it, but after all, the eggshell was broken by himself.
But there are no conventional treatment methods, so this is the only treatment method.
After scratching his head, Tonatiu held the fish-man tadpole in the eggshell that became full of energy and extremely lively.
He handed it to the murloc mage and told it: "Take good care of it. It will bring glory to the broken-fin murlocs."
The fish-man mage took it carefully. The drop of golden blood just now blinded its eyes.
Until this moment, it had vaguely guessed Tonatiu's identity.
"Your Majesty." it asked cautiously.
"This lucky little tadpole needs a name. Maybe you can give it a name?"
"Well……"
Tonatiu pondered for a moment.
After all, I wasted a drop of my divine blood, although now I don't have to take a month to condense a drop like in the past.
Even so, divine blood is still extremely precious.
This unlucky and lucky little tadpole needs to be nurtured properly. He may become another Fitz.
"It's called Finley. I gave it the name Finley. And its surname, let's call it Mogton. Its full name is Finley Mogton."
Tonatiu gave this little tadpole the name of perhaps the most cultured murloc in Azeroth.
"I hope it will become the most cultured and intelligent fish man in the future."
