It’s been almost half a month since I left Zutona.
The trolls' elite troops have finally returned.
Tonatiu, a troll, took the lead and walked at the front of the team. Beyond ordinary people's eyesight, he could already see Zangar and the trolls greeting him at the city gate.
The main task of the system has been completed.
Ten terrifying flame invaders, their most powerful weapon is fire. However, their flames cannot harm Tonatiu, and Tonatiu has found something that can harm them, Xalatas.
The dagger is actually not very sharp. It is closer to a ceremonial dagger or a magic weapon. If this shape is given to those who are good at using daggers, they may be disgusted by it.
But the ancient god's claws are hard enough. Although it is very uncomfortable to use, a dagger can be struck down. The seemingly powerful stainless steel sword cannot hurt at all. At most, it can only leave some white marks on the body of the flaming invader.
It says it will break when you poke it, and it will go in when you insert it.
It took two days.
Tonatiu completed the task of slaughtering the ten flaming invaders in the midst of Xalatath's endless resentment and curses.
The next task is simple.
After killing enough living flames and scorching elements, he returned in triumph and walked a day's journey back to Zutona.
Everything is going smooth.
The only thing that is not so pleasant is that Miss Dagger is autistic and has not paid attention to Tonatiu for two days.
Even if she did speak, she wouldn't speak well, her mouth would be full of fragrance, and she would never stop cursing Tonatiu.
Tonatiu is very proud.
He felt that he was probably the only being in the world who had been cursed by such a furious curse from the ancient god, but had not suffered any damage at all.
Oh, of course.
Titan doesn't count.
Titans are also cursed by the ancient gods every day, but Tonatiu can't compare with Titans, right?
"That's your city?"
"Mr. Chief."
When Tonatiu was still thinking about how to make Miss Dagger speak again, a clear voice suddenly came from the side, speaking in Troll language, but it was a bit unskilled and it sounded like it was not her native language.
It's Modera.
The archmage from Dalaran.
"Yes. A city of trolls, welcome your arrival, Miss Mage." Tonatiu said with a smile.
The pale, haggard-looking young mage was currently sitting in a simple backpack made of dinosaur skin and wood, being carried on the back by a tall and strong troll.
Modera, who was less than 1.7 meters tall at most, was being carried by Kezila, who was almost as tall as Tonatiu.
Modera's injuries were serious.
Trauma is okay, the Zutona Troll Witch Doctor's spells are not very effective, but the Holy Light-like spells of the Spirit Warriors are very effective in treating trauma.
The most troublesome thing for her is the inside of her body. According to Modera's own words, "It's simply terrible. The magic has treated my body as a battlefield, leaving a mess."
She can't walk very far now, let alone cast magic. Tonatiu is determined to make friends with a powerful human mage. He also wants to develop magic education in his own power. Plus, he was once a human after all.
, although not humans from Azeroth.
Of course he would not let Modera go, so he simply took her back to Zutona.
"It looks very different."
The young mage sitting on her back turned to talk to Tonatiu, "It gave me a very different impression. My mentor and I have been to a troll city in the Hinterlands and to the outskirts of Zul'Gurub.
How should I put it? Their place is in a mess, your city..."
"It looks very organized."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Tonatiu smiled slightly.
"You are welcome to live here. While you are recovering, you can walk around and take a look. You will find that not all trolls are stupid. And obviously, we are not stupid!"
"I will."
Modera nodded and lay down on her back. Her current physical condition was very bad. After talking for a while, her breathing accelerated and her chest felt extremely uncomfortable.
Magic tortured her body.
Tonatiu also turned his attention away from the young mage.
Although she was very beautiful and in line with the aesthetics of Tonatiu's soul, he felt that she was too young, not because of her age, but because of her body.
He, who is over three meters tall, looks at Modera, who is only 1.7 meters tall at most. She only reaches a little above his thigh. How can he fall in love?
Speaking of height.
Tonatiu was a little worried and a little happy. He was worried because he found that he seemed to be still growing and could still grow taller. If he continued to grow taller, the tauren might not even be taller than him.
I feel happy because I can still grow taller. In my previous life, as an adult man on earth, my height was only 1.7 meters. It was really uncomfortable. Now I am much taller than Yao Ming, but I can still feel happy.
Just when he was thinking wildly.
More than 500 elite troll troops have arrived at the city gate. More than a hundred stone guardians guarding the gate woke up. The tallest giant stone man, more than 10 meters tall, nodded to him.
It was the leader of the Stone Guardians. It said it had no name, and Tonatius directly named it Malphite.
It didn't accept it, but it didn't object either. Anyway, the trolls called it Malphite from now on.
This is another level 16 boss, the same level as the Flame Invaders. When Tonatiu found it, it was fortunate that it loved peace, otherwise the trolls might have suffered heavy losses in a fight.
Later, under the temptation of the light radiation that the Eternal Statue could evolve, Malphite led about 300 stone guardians and signed a contract with Tonatiu.
The contract stipulates that Zutona allows them to enter and receive the radiation of light. And they must also act as Zutona's guards, protecting the trolls when they are in danger.
The same is true for the contract of the Blood Petal Flower tribe. The difference is that the intelligence of this life element creature is a little lower. They have no leader, only a dozen of the most powerful Blood Petal Flower predators, each one is more than ten meters tall. They
They form something similar to a parliament. They cannot speak, but they can communicate with simple spiritual consciousness.
Zangar has already stepped forward.
"Your Majesty! We sincerely welcome your triumphant return."
Zangal was not the only one who came to greet him, but also many elites of the Zutona trolls. They put down their work and came to the door to greet the chief.
A good opportunity to cheat.
Tonatiu's heart moved, and he suddenly raised his hands in the crowd, and the excited trolls fell silent.
"Believers of Tona and Tiu, people of Zutona!" he shouted loudly, his voice clear and loud.
"His Majesty and His Majesty will not let down the warriors who fight for them! They told me just now that they will bring new glory!"
"Now... pray and accept the new glory!"
He just finished speaking.
Thousands of Zutona trolls were surrounding the field, all of them knelt down devoutly and looked at Tonatiu with fanaticism in their eyes.
Only Tonatiu himself stood.
Looking at the darkness surrounding him, Tonatius was already familiar with this scene after working as a magician for more than a year, and he felt no psychological pressure at all.
In the golden and silver pupils, you can see small light spots floating up continuously, thousands of them in number, another wave of small harvests of the power of faith.
He raised his right hand high.
Then he put it down and faced the more than 500 elite trolls who were going on the expedition, and said silently in his heart: "Use the reward "Fire Warrior" to test how many trolls can change jobs."
Immediately, a system prompt automatically popped up in Retina:
[It has been detected that 103 trolls can change jobs. Should they be given the power of fire? 】
"yes!"
[Each troll needs to consume 10 units of the power of faith to change professions. Do you want to consume it? 】
"yes!"
【Job change begins!】
In full view of the trolls, in the curious gaze of Modera, in the playful eyes of Xal'atath hidden in the dagger.
The sky above the heads of the 103 trolls suddenly split open, the light was dazzling, and the flames flooded their bodies, and they screamed. This situation only lasted for less than a few seconds, and these trolls were burned red all over.
The flame on his body went out.
Their skin turned red, as if on fire, and their ordinary eyes simply turned into flames.
