Chapter 98 [Trolls, Hot Sand Harbor, Stormwind City]
A brand new existence was born.
Tonatiu didn't know if he could call them life, or if he could call them elemental life.
In front of him were eight tall trolls half-kneeling. Each of them was over 4 meters tall, much taller than the ones in front of them.
They are now covered in a faint blue, with blue-white lightning and a faint blue arcane light lingering on their skin.
Outside this strangely glowing skin, each also has a set of energy armor.
They are the Titans.
A kind of troll that uses the heroic spirit of the troll plus the power of faith, plus the power of death, and finally infused with the extremely powerful Titan energy to resurrect the troll.
If I had to find a classification for their existence, Tonatiu felt that they were more like the Val'kyr in the Hall of Valor.
Or you can also call them Titan-Forged Trolls, just like the draenei or even light-forged undead that will appear in the future and will be forged by the Titans with holy light.
It was Bwonsamdi who retained their souls, using the powerful Titan energy of the Shaper platform, and the existence that was born through the clever operation of the system with the power of faith.
Rarely for Tonatiu, he used a voice full of emotion to softly command: "Get up, my warrior."
The eight Titan Forging Trolls headed by Kezilla then stood up and stood silently behind Tonatiu. Their silent and silent look looked very much like the Val'kyr.
"They are resurrected?" Modera was surprised and surprised. Her eyes widened and she looked at Tonatiu.
"It can be said to be a resurrection. It can also be said to be a rebirth. They are no longer them, but they are still them!" Tonatius looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
[Kezra: Level 13 Titan, powerful, worshiped]
[Arcas: Level 12 Titan, powerful, worshiped]
[Tiktato: Level 12 Titan, powerful, worshiped]
【……】
Every reborn troll has been improved. From the average level of seven or eight before death, their abilities have suddenly risen to level 12 to 13. They are almost on the same level as the current Tonatiu.
It almost doubled all at once.
This may be because they are actually blank now. They have only had their bodies and souls transformed. They have not developed their own talents, and their talents...
Tonatiu didn't know what talents the Titans had.
He is very excited now.
What was exciting was not that he got eight twelfth-level warlord-level subordinates all at once, but that he had mastered a way to quickly improve the strength of his subordinates.
Although there are many restrictions.
But if necessary, as long as the energy of the Shaper Platform is sufficient, he can mass-produce Titans in the future, bringing powerful elites to Zutona and his army.
"Let's go!"
Tonatiu calmed himself down.
He ordered: "Continue to explore here. The female giant is in a very bad situation now. Let's see if we can eliminate her!"
…
When the Titans were born.
The only port city in the Tanaris Desert welcomed a group of uninvited guests.
Strim Wilder Sands, the master of the city and the owner of the new Steam Sands Enterprise. He stood on the highest tower of Steam Sands Port and looked down at the exquisite and majestic and huge ocean-going ships in the distance.
"Ah! It's a really nice big ship. I wonder if they are willing to sell their technology to me. If Hotsand can build such a big ship, we can quickly communicate between the two continents!"
"These Zandalar trolls."
"They are so rich!"
There were several goblins standing next to him, and they were all looking at the Zandalar warships and merchant ships in the port.
Many goblins had worries in their swollen green eyes. One of the old goblins couldn't help but said:
"Sir... just let them enter the port like this? What if they have evil intentions towards Steamsand Port... maybe we can wait until they land and think of a way... Well, the desert is not that easy to come to!"
"No, no, no! Mr. Wrench!" Streamwilder Hotsand shook his head, and the goblin merchant's eyes were full of shrewdness. "Actually, I don't want to let them in. But you have to know that Zandalar is an endless sea.
The overlord of the city. With the strength of the guards of Steamwheedle Port, it is no problem to defend against pirates. It is not a wise choice to make enemies of these Zandalari trolls."
"As a businessman, as long as they are willing to pay the port berthing fee, then I will welcome them on behalf of Steam Sand Enterprises!"
The old goblin shrugged.
He just mentioned a possibility.
Goblins value contracts, but if they can get a vote, goblins won't mind being robbers.
Anyway, as long as one of the parties in a contract is eliminated, wouldn't the contract be invalidated?
"I'm curious."
Streamwilder Steamsand stared curiously at the many trolls filing off the exquisite Zandalari ship.
"They should be going to the cities of those dirty desert trolls. But there is almost nothing there, lack of water, lack of food, lack of civilization. Why are they going to Zul'Farrak?"
…
Azeroth continent.
The only human kingdom in the southern part of the continent, outside Stormwind City, the capital of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
There is no doubt that Stormwind City is a human city. Due to the climate, most of the citizens' clothing is made of thin cloth. The colors chosen are also very eye-catching: white, red, blue, orange, yellow, etc.
, to name a few.
Citizens usually wear long-sleeved tunics, baggy trousers and leather boots, sometimes ridiculously large, and on sunny days they also wear bonnets.
King Baratheon Uriel rules this country in the name of House Uriel.
On the road leading out from the magnificent gate of Stormwind City, there were many people of the Kingdom walking as usual.
Some of them are merchants, some are small craftsmen or farmers who come to the city to sell their goods, there are also many nobles riding carriages or tall horses, and there are some patrolling human knights and guards.
among these people.
A traveler, completely wrapped in a cloak, rode an old horse and slowly followed the crowd away from the city.
She listened to the conversations of the other humans on the avenue.
"Have you heard? There are traces of southern trolls in the western wilderness! These terrible and savage guys eat people!"
"There is nothing to be afraid of! Your Majesty has already sent cavalry and soldiers to protect our land."
"This year's wheat harvest is really good. I hope the big shots in the city can give me an extra penny and a half when purchasing..."
"Oh! That's the team of the Holy Light Order! Salute to you, the dawn of mankind!"
"..."
The feeling of being back among the crowd made Aegwynn feel very strange. She hadn't listened to the voices of these ordinary humans like this for many years.
This feeling is amazing.
But it's not bad.
The only pity is that she just received not-so-good news from Stormwind City.
Her nominal husband.
Nielas Ellan, the court counselor of the Kingdom of Stormwind, is the father of the child she hand-picked.
