Zandara Islands.

Dasaro.

Unbeknownst to Tonatiu, this storm in the Endless Sea covered a large area.

It's not just the sea he's traversing.

The entire southern part of the Zendara archipelago was also encompassed by this megastorm.

The ancient capital of trolls.

In the storm of the night, the lights of the city are shining, and they are barely shining under the storm.

Zudasa.

Downtown.

In the Baishang Bazaar, a hotel is still brightly lit even in the dark.

Goblin boss Fitzg Ribo likes to be called "boss" by others, which makes him appear to be rich and powerful, even though he is only a small innkeeper in this big city.

But he's a little different from the goblin technicians, and he loves this laid-back life.

He only cares about the business of his inn.

In the past, this hotel in the lower part of the troll capital, which he sold all of Andermai's immovable assets, was the most proud investment in his life.

Recently, he began to feel the risk of this investment.

Ever since His Majesty the God-King was "assassinated", that's what the trolls said anyway, saying that the mighty Rastaha had been assassinated by the blood trolls.

Since Rastaha's death, the Zudasari business has become more and more difficult.

In the past, the Zandalar trolls were all arrogant.

But they all had an indifferent attitude towards the merchants of the lower city, even those of other races.

Zandalar has existed for too long, and they even feel that they have the capital to look at the former Cadore Empire from a higher perspective.

However, after the death of Rastaha.

The Troll Empire's policies are beginning to become unclear, and although the princess Tarangi has been trying, she has yet to ascend the throne.

Due to the instability in the city, the trolls of Zandalar slowly began to warn of the many foreign merchants in the lower city, and unfriendly policies and regulations were issued one by one.

For example, Fitzger Ribo's inn, in the past, he only had to pay a little protection tax to the city defense team, some management fees and cleaning fees to the market officials, and no other taxes.

Paying about 1/300th of the hotel's turnover a month, Fizg Ribo, who has a low tax in Zandala, even wants to become a permanent resident here!

You know, at Andermar, the minimum tax is 40% of your income a month!

There are some trading giants in some regions that even levy a 70% tax......

This is also the reason why goblins like to go outside to do business, although Andermai is good, but the tax is high!

Recently, however, with the change of policy and the issuance of new regulations in Zudasa, Baishang Bazaar and several other large bazaars in the lower city have to pay more and more taxes.

It's already up to 5% of your monthly income!

Fitzg Ribo can't take it anymore!

Fitzger Ribo, who finished calculating last month's bills, looked at the taxes paid last month, and felt as if a piece of meat had been cut by a knife, and he was so painful that he didn't want it.

At this moment, the voice of a Zandalar troll was heard nearby.

"Dazaro has been raining a lot these days, I heard that yesterday there was a turtle man who just wanted to rest by the docks, and guess so? It's drowned! Hahahaha......"

Fizger Ribo looked at the Zandalar troll who was telling boring jokes in disgust, and the other troll next to him told the goblin boss that the Three-Fingered Monster was thinking about the same as his own......

"Hello, boss, please give me a glass of cold milk, thank you." With a standard Zandala accent, a hoarse and deep voice, and a polite attitude, the "boss" barely needed to look at it to know that it was a stubborn and pious Zandalalaizan warrior with a head that looked like Loa's doing.

"It's raining heavily today, there isn't much ice, twice the price of chilled milk, and, according to the rules, weapons are placed at the door." The goblin boss slowly pointed to the doorway, where a huge battle axe and a strange-looking cane were lying quietly, apparently belonging to the other two guests of the inn.

"I'm sorry, His Majesty Lezan said that a samurai's sword can't be separated from his body."

"This is your new rule, the latest rule issued by Yazma, the High Priest of the Lower City Archon. If you don't want to find fault. As he spoke, the boss pointed to the guards walking around the lower city, apparently accustomed to the situation. Of course, I don't mind if you get caught by them and take your luggage. ”

Lezan's holy warrior thought for a while, and finally silently put the long-handled greatsword at the door, and chose a position near the door, as if he was very worried about his sword, but in this way, his lower clothes were drenched by the heavy rain that had been sprinkled into the door, and he was wet for a while.

The other two Zandalar trolls, who had been drinking in the hotel for a long time, looked at the pedantic appearance of the paladin, and the troll who told the bad joke, as if he had suddenly thought of something, turned his head to his companion and said something, dancing and drawing something as he spoke, and then let out a wild laugh.

His companion tugged at him and frowned at him.

The stubborn Lezan Paladin turned his head to look at the Zandalar troll, not understanding what he had done.

"He said that the samurai of Lezan were as stubborn as the turtles that were washed into the sea by heavy rain." The goblin boss came coldly with an interpreter.

The paladin looked embarrassed, but it seemed that he was in good shape, and after drinking some milk, he began to sit quietly, as if he were praying.

"Bang dang!" The door was pushed open again.

"Welcome!" Fitzger Ribbo shouted casually at the new guests.

"A glass of juice, boss!" The new guests are loud and loud.

"Oh, it's been raining heavily these days. The logistics are not smooth, the price of fresh fruit is rising, and if you want to drink fresh juice, you have to pay three times the price. Oh yes, weapons at the door! High Priest Yazma's New Rules! ”

The new troll guest, muttering to himself, reluctantly placed the axe in the doorway, but looked with interest at the few weapons that had been lying there before.

"It's just taking control of the lower city, what's the big deal. Take the head of the plunder dragon and want to fill the helmet of the horned dragon! The new guest muttered.

"What do you say? How dare you question the great Yazma? The troll man who had told the joke in front of him suddenly stood up and shouted at the new guest.

The new guest took a look at the decoration on the shoulder of the old guest, where there was a living golden spider.

"Hey! Who do I think it is? A priest of His Majesty the Spider Loa! Your Majesty Shadra advocates black and red, and you want to push gold, and you still promote it in the name of Your Majesty! High Priest Yazma, what a great job! The new guest recoiled unceremoniously.

Hearing him say this, the old guest's face instantly turned even darker.

"Your juice! Remember, triple the price! "Fitzger Rebo was out of place.

"His Majesty's followers like to drink this soft juice." The old guests turned against the poison mouth.

The new guest glanced at the old guest with a glass of cheap rum, which is generally from the kingdom of mankind, brewed from sugarcane residue that has been pressed with sugar, and the price is very low, and the taste is good...

"It's better than Shadra's followers, who can only afford to drink the stinky water of sugar cane!"

"It's better than Gonk spending all day with wild beasts." The old guest retorted angrily.

"Spiders can only hide in the dark, in areas where you don't move in the light!" The new guest ripped his face.

Looking at the two trolls who were about to fight, the goblin boss realized that something was wrong.

"Don't fight, go out and fight!" Fitzg Rebo shouted.

However, it was okay that he didn't shout, and when he shouted, it seemed to alert the two trolls.

The new guest took the axe he had just placed and slashed at Shadra's devotees, who looked unready and saw that the axe was about to reach his lap.

"Ding!" With the sound of metal clashing, the one who came with the old guest had already picked up another giant axe and used it to block the next slash of the Gonke cultists.

The new guest took a look at the god insignia on the guest's shoulder, and it was okay not to look at it, but it was a nameless fire.

It was a vivid silver pterodactyl, proving that the guest was the servant of the pterosaur Loapacu.

Paku had a quarrel with His Majesty Gunk over the Giant Seal yesterday, and after returning to Gunk, His Majesty ordered the believers to be hostile to all Paku's followers in the future.

Without thinking about it, the followers of Gunk drew their great axes and slashed at the followers of Paku.

Lezan's paladins seemed to be unable to take it anymore and picked up their swords to stop them.

The foul-mouthed old guest, the priest of the spider Loasadra took his staff and was about to cast a spell when he saw the paladin suddenly rushing over, and remembered that it was said that Gunk and Paku had fallen out and threw themselves into Lezan's camp.

He didn't think much of it, and a spider cursed the divine spell and struck at the samurai of Lezan.

The holy warrior who wanted to stop the fight couldn't dodge, and his left arm was hit by a poisonous curse, and the viciousness flowed on it, and suddenly the troll holy warrior was in a cold sweat, obviously hurting a lot.

"Stop, gentlemen." The boss's voice rang out again. "See around you!"

The trolls, who were ready to fight, found themselves surrounded by a group of Downtown guards.

Led by a troll captain, dripping in rain, apparently just patrolled outside.

He glanced coldly at the trolls, "High Priest Yazma rules! All brawls are strictly forbidden in the lower part of the city, and violators will be thrown into prison! ”

"High Sacrifice of Ladd!" The old guest, Shadra's priest, screamed and pointed to the two devotees of Gunk and Lezan. "It's them, it's all them. They were the ones who did it first, and they slandered Her Majesty Sadra! ”

As soon as he saw this priest of the Tongloa faith whom he knew said this, he heard the followers of Gongke and Lezan slander their majesty.

A fierce light suddenly appeared in the eyes of Captain Ladd, and he said coldly:

"High Priest Yazma has decreed that anyone who dares to slander His Majesty Shadra will be devoured by ten thousand spiders! Do it, grab them! ”

"Wait! I'm a believer in Gunk, I'm a citizen of Zandala, and you can't do this to me! The new guest shouted.

The holy warrior of Lezan said calmly: "Zudasa is Zudasa of His Highness Tarangi, and the lower city is also the territory of His Highness. The rules of the high priest Yazma cannot exceed the rules of the princess! The princess has never issued such a rule, you are corrective! ”

"Hey!" The foul-mouthed old guest, Shadra's priest said disdainfully. "Do you regret it now? It's late! As for Her Royal Highness the Princess, only some of Lezan's followers, not all of them, listened to her now. It's a pity, her order can probably only affect the Giant Seal Palace now! Do you see who's listening to her out there? ”

"Do it!"

Captain of the Lower City Guard Ladd ordered in a cold voice.

A group of guards with the Spider Loa Divine Emblem on their shoulders pounced fiercely.

…………

…………

It was late at night.

Fitzger Ribo's inn has closed and there are no guests staying today.

This undead look.

It is estimated that no guests dare to stay.

Fitzger Rebo looked at the messy store after the trolls clashed, and the property damage was serious.

caused him to lose at least 18 gold coins......

"I'm going to appeal!"

"I'm going to complain about these trolls!"

"They destroyed my property! I will never forgive them! You have to lose my money! ”

"It's a must!"

The goblin boss didn't even care that it was late at night, so he angrily closed the inn and rushed out of the rain-soaked streets to complain about the trolls at the market administration.

Hope he's lucky.

Trolls are willing to lose money.