The Fitz Gribble Inn has been booked, and the local elf is going to rest elsewhere tonight.
The best room in the hotel.
Tonatiu hugged Vashchi, whose body was smooth and her skin was as smooth as elastic jade.
"Ha...ha...ha...ugly...ugly troll."
"You...more and more..."
“I can’t take it anymore!!”
Lazy and hoarse voice.
The sound of gasping after extreme exercise.
Emerged from the charming little mouth of Queen Azshara's chief maid.
"My age in Azeroth is less than 20 years old. I am still developing, I am still growing. You must adapt, my viper lady."
Tonatiu hugged her.
A chuckle soothed her.
"snort!"
Vashj gasped and snorted.
"I'm going back. Elsa can't leave me for too long."
"Isn't your queen taking care of her? Didn't you say that your queen loves her very much? With the protection of the once number one mage on the planet, our little Elsa should be very safe, right?"
"The Queen...yes. She likes her very much. But that is my daughter! Her safety cannot be completely left in the hands of others."
"Isn't it the same with the queen you trust and respect the most?"
Tonatius saw her white and pink face, hesitation and hesitation flashed across it.
Vashj whispered: "Queen, she has a long-term vision. What is she thinking and what is she going to do? Even if I have been by her side for thousands of years, I still can't guess or see through it."
"Have you ever considered leaving her?" Tonatiu suddenly said.
Vashj stiffened.
"I also have an underwater kingdom, which may not be as good as the Eternal Palace. But it should be able to protect you and Elsa."
"Stay by my side, nothing else can be guaranteed. Safety is absolutely no problem."
Tonatius stared at her cat-like pupils. These beautiful pupils were one of the two most attractive things about her.
The other place is the favorite place of his second daughter, Aisha Vasquil Aztec.
"Do you want me to betray the queen?" Vashki whispered.
"Well... if you want to understand it this way, that's okay." Tonatiu said.
Snapped!
Vashj punched him in the chest, but it was her who hurt.
"Never! Do you know? Absolutely not!" She rubbed her sore fists and spoke firmly.
Tonatiu shrugged.
He turned over and suppressed the Naga leader who was slender but taller than him again.
"There's still some time before dawn."
"Ugly troll! I refuse! Uh...uh...uh, ah...don't bite! Give it to Elsa...wu...wu..."
"..."
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At noon.
Fitz Graber returned to his hotel in a nervous mood.
The troll who booked this hotel yesterday told him that he would not be able to come back until this time.
He is back.
The goblin saw that the largest chair in the hotel living room was used for giant alien adventurers, such as tauren, yak people, or a very few Zandalari troll adventurers.
Sitting on the big chair was a lanky, strange troll with lightning flashing from time to time on his body.
This troll is too tall.
Fortunately he is thin enough.
"Ah, hello. Good afternoon. May the gods Tona, Tiu, and Azteca, the god of wealth, always look after you!!" As soon as the boss came in, his sharp voice was a bit harsh, and he said complimentary words.
"Good afternoon. But there is a high probability that Tona and Tiu will not favor you. You are not their believer." The Titan Troll, Commander of the God King's Guards, and Troll Hero Kzilla looked down at the little dwarf.
The Destroyer of Nations was carried behind Kezira's back, but was well covered with a black cloth.
Sword carrying officer, this is also one of Kezra's jobs.
"Ah? I'm considering believing in these two supreme majesties, sir."
Fitz Graeber quibbled and said: "Although I am not a believer of either of them yet, my faith in the Aztec God can withstand the test!! I am a senior believer in the God of Wealth!!"
"Got it. Got it. There's no goblin who doesn't believe in the Aztecs, just like there's no goblin who doesn't like these shiny little things."
Kezilla said as he threw a small bag to the goblin.
"This is your remaining reward, twenty Aztec gold coins. Remember not to talk nonsense, otherwise the tracks in the shadow will entangle you."
The tall and thin troll, with electricity still emanating from his body, left the hotel as he spoke.
"welcome again!!"
Fitz Graber happily waved his money bag to bid farewell to his generous guest.
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Zutiu.
Bags of salt, spices and sugar were piled from the shops to the streets, and merchants loaded with goods drove their carriages back and forth.
The air is filled with the fragrance of various spices. This is a bustling city next to an oasis, with the sounds of hammering and looms coming and going, and the goblin craftsmen's workshops are bustling with business.
Vashj has left.
She has no interest in cities in the desert at all.
After experiencing the once glorious Kaldorei Empire, it was difficult for the former Highborne to find any cities that could arouse their interest.
No matter how good the city is, how about it having Aesalyn, Vashj'ir and other famous cities in the Kaldorei Empire?
Even if there were, it would no longer be their city.
Tonatiu took Kezilla with him, followed by a pale-skinned Kaldorei. In fact, they called themselves Syndra. The person in front of them was Syndra's prince, His Highness Torcedrin.
His Highness the Prince is now the Chief Advisor Mage to His Majesty the God King. He does not have much experience in combat, but he has an understanding of academics and arcane arts.
In the entire Azeroth, among the mortal races, there will definitely be no more than 5 people who are better than him.
Such a being is most suitable to be used as a consultant. At least he knows many things.
Even if you don't know him, you can still find some relevant records in the former library of the Kaldorei Empire.
Nordrassil of Kaldorei has an ambiguous attitude towards Master Syndra and Elre'Thalas joining the New Zul Empire in some sense.
Most Kaldorei are still repulsive to the power of arcane magic.
They did not welcome Elre'Thalas back to Nordrassil.
Most of the rational Kaldorei senior officials know the role of an elite magic team.
Emotionally, the tribe does not welcome Syndra's return.
Intellectually, the ethnic group needs such strength.
This has caused the Kaldorei high-level officials to have a very ambivalent attitude towards Elre'Thalas for tens of thousands of years.
On the one hand, public opinion cannot be violated.
On the other hand, Mage Syndra is actually a Kaldorei mage.
This wavering attitude did not gradually change until Malfurion woke up and the world suffered a cataclysm.
Now Ere'Thalas has taken refuge under Zutona's banner, and Zutona is an ally certified by the Natural Alliance for the Kaldorei.
This result, in a sense, can be regarded as Syndra's return to Kaldorei.
Therefore, during the meeting at Feathermoon Fortress, Tyrande Whisperwind clearly expressed support for this result.
Tortheldrin and Syndra were able to stay with the trolls openly.
They were also able to interact with other compatriots openly and openly, although a large number of these former compatriots still look at them in a sexual way.
All in all, the current result can be said to be the least bad outcome for the elves of Tosedrin and the Sindras of Elrethalas.
Torsedrin, because of this result and Zutonari's arcane energy, willingly became Tonatiu's chief magic advisor.
He began his life of following the Troll King side by side.
Just like today.
The leader of the Syndra mages accompanied the leader of the trolls as they walked through the troll city managed by the goblins.
The God King is so tall that it is difficult for trolls or other people to miss him.
Although there are still some yak people, buffalo people or Shuharu and other adventurers who are a little taller than the God King.
But trolls like Tonatiu are the only ones in Azeroth.
This small team walking in Zutiuli attracted the attention of many adventurers and citizens.
"Who is the king in this desert? The representative of the sun god and the moon god, the god king Tonatiu?" A human adventurer from the east asked curiously the dwarf companion next to him.
"It's him. That's right."
"He doesn't even bring any guards, just walking through the chaotic city? Doesn't he worry about his safety?"
"Hahaha? Jamie, this is the funniest joke I've heard today." The dwarf wanted to pat his human companion on the shoulder, but found that he couldn't.
"There is no one stronger than this god-king in the desert! He walks around Zutiu once or twice a month, and he doesn't do much, just take a look around."
