Tonatiu didn't know that a certain goblin had "inadvertently" sold the news about Zutona.
Even if you know it.
With his understanding of goblins, he would be used to it. Goblins are like this, they will do anything for money.
So what if he sells Zutona's information? He doesn't even care if he sells Zutona's location. The Sandblood tribe had to go through a lot of hardships to move here.
The biggest reason is not the Sandblood tribe itself, but the mysterious time and space wanderers. Without their help, at least 70% of the Sandblood tribe would have been lost on the road. Not to mention the threats from dinosaurs and terrain, alone
Miasma alone can kill more than half of the sandblood trolls.
If Zul'Farrak wanted to take the initiative to attack Zultona, Tonatiu would laugh out of his dreams.
Sandfury's army had to pass through the desert, primeval tropical rainforest, swampland, and river before they could reach Zutona's gate.
Along the way, they had to face the scorching sun, deserts, lack of water, insects, dinosaurs, miasma, etc. It would be good if an army of 10,000 could only have 5,000 left at Zutona's door.
If the combat effectiveness can still be 30%, then it will be considered that Ukozi Shading is amazing and has a strong ability to run the army.
Tonatiu has been coveting the desert trolls in the desert for a long time, and wants to expand his population. However, he waited for more than a year before taking action, and is still preparing to take action slowly.
He first sent a small army to establish outposts and camps at the interface between the desert and the virgin forest, and then sent trolls deep into the desert to find those lost desert troll tribes and bring Zutona back.
He planned slowly because he couldn't rush it, and the terrain and distance limited everything.
Unless you can fly from the sky.
But does Zul'Farrak have an air force? Not at all. Even if an air force dares to fly to Un'Goro Crater, the pterodactyl overlords in the sky of the crater will teach them how to be trolls.
At this time, the goblins, who have only been independent for a few decades, are still researching the flying technology that Tonatiu covets, and the airship that can cross the endless sea is still in the experimental production stage.
According to the current stage, the development of the capabilities and forces of various powerful races and countries in Azeroth.
With Un'Goro Crater in the hinterland of Kalimdor, apart from the full force of the night elves, no race or country could truly threaten Zutona.
The Great Desert is okay. If you have enough water and food, you can basically cross it. But Un'Goro Crater is too harsh, with complex terrain and no map. The dinosaurs and miasma inside are the biggest threats.
Only the trolls of Zutona mutated under the light of the eternal statue, and gradually became less afraid of the miasma, and could avoid harm with some simple voodoo spells.
When other races, even the Zandalari trolls, come over, their witch doctors' spells are not immune to the miasma. It's not that their witch doctors are not strong, but that they have not adapted to the miasma here.
Like Modera.
If she didn't cast magic on herself, she would have to stay with Zutona or Tonatiu in Un'Goro Crater to be immune to the miasma.
There are currently only two places in Un'Goro Crater that are free of this miasma. One is Zutona, the place covered by the Eternal Statue. The other place is Fire Plume Mountain, where the power of flames has driven away the miasma.
So even if Tonatiu knew that Streamwilder Hotsand had "accidentally" let it slip, he wouldn't care.
He has other things to be busy with.
After knocking out the out-of-control Devilsaur, he sent Modera, who looked a little surprised, back to her house, and went to the city hall with some urgency.
Zangar was already there waiting for him.
The reason why he is so anxious is because Zangar asked a troll to report the news.
"His Majesty."
As soon as Tonatiu entered the city hall, Zangar saluted him, and then said: "You may have found the place where you asked the voodoo shooters to look."
"oh?!"
Tonatiu became a little excited.
He had just arrived near the Alien Garden a year ago and established Zutona here. He tried hard to recall the map here when he played the game.
Then he sent out several scout expedition teams in a certain direction of Un'Goro Crater to look for what he wanted to find.
However, Un'Goro Crater is too big, and the trolls' current range of activities is only at most 1/4 of this primeval forest.
They only went west to the Fire Plume Mountains; to the north they only went to the tar lakes and places where tar elemental creatures live; to the south they went farthest and most familiar, namely the Great Swamp, the Great Lake, Un'Goro Crater and Tanari.
The junction of the two places; heading east is the closest. Logically speaking, after passing the Aztec, which is the alien garden, there are swamps and continuous mountains.
However, the exploration in this direction has been very unsatisfactory. Tonatiu sent out many expedition teams, but most of them could not get in, and they turned back inexplicably. It seemed that as long as they reached that area, there would be inexplicable power.
Disrupts the troll's sense of direction, causing them to turn back on themselves.
It just so happened that this direction was the direction of the place Tonatiu wanted to find. He never gave up and kept sending out expedition teams.
Huangtian paid off his hard work and finally got the news.
"Let those warriors come over, I want to know what they found." Tonatiu said to Zangar excitedly.
Zangar shook his head.
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid you have to go there in person."
"Why?"
"When their team left Zutona, there were six trolls, but now only one troll came back alive and was seriously injured. The other trolls are dead." Zangar said sadly, but he immediately cheered up.
Spirit:
"They all died for Your Majesty's cause! Death will only bring them back to life and start a new life in Your Majesty's country! I think they must have been heroic and fearless when they died!"
6 trolls, 5 died, and one came back, but seriously injured?!
Tonatiu frowned imperceptibly.
Although the troll expeditions sent out in the past could not find the place, nothing ever happened, and at most they returned without success. Those who could be sent out on adventures were all familiar with the forest and most of them were voodoo shooters. The rugged terrain and
The complex virgin forest will only be a barrier to protect them.
There were actually deaths and injuries this time. Did they really find a place? But something was wrong. From his understanding, it shouldn't be so violent there.
"They will return to their kingdom, and Tona and Tiu will let them bathe in their light forever. Zangal, take me to see the seriously injured warrior!" Tonatiu said immediately.
"Your Majesty, he is here. He seems to be cursed, but he doesn't seem to be." Zangar led the way in front of him.
The Zutona trolls are all subordinates and subjects of Tonatiu. His prestige is becoming more and more powerful now. He has even become half-god and half-troll in the hearts of the trolls because of the manipulation of various magic sticks.
However, as long as they are intelligent creatures, they have flesh and blood and emotions. People without blood and tears are not suitable to lead others. Only by having emotions, but knowing the trade-offs at the same time, can they become a true leader.
There was no anxiety or arrogance in Tonatiu's expression, but his concern could be seen in his words and deeds. The trolls he met along the way all knew about this matter. When they saw him like this, they felt warm in their hearts and bowed to make way for them.
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Zangar and him entered the house, which was spotlessly clean, had plenty of light and air, and was filled with the strong smell of herbs and witchcraft.
There was a male troll lying on the bed, his name was Arcas, and he was unconscious. The emerald green witch doctor spells on his body were flickering, and the holy light of the divine warriors was also echoing, but he still twitched from time to time, obviously in extreme pain.
