Tanaris.

Zutiu.

Zutiu has some of the best beers in the Western Continent, which you can't buy in other taverns.

These beers are produced exclusively in Zutona, and the water used to brew them is the purest source of water in the upper reaches of the Aztec River. The barrels used to make the wine must be oak trees from the forests of the Angolo crater, and they must be more than 100 years old.

Hundred-year-old oaks are rare elsewhere, but in the once-untouched Angolo crater, if not everywhere, they are clearly more and easier to find than elsewhere.

These trees grow deep in the jungle, and it is not easy for outsiders to penetrate them, except for the skilled lumberjacks of the Zutona trolls.

Because there are not only beasts and elemental creatures in the jungle, but also this place has become a troll territory after the trolls came.

Without Zutona's permission, those caught cutting and logging will be sentenced!

There used to be more than a dozen dwarves who entered here under the pretext of being adventurers, only to run away and secretly cut down trees. Later, he was caught by the druids of the Cenarion Council and sent to the trolls to be sentenced - each dwarf served three years of hard labor to dig up stones in Fire Feather Mountain!

At this moment, the Draenei's most revered prophet, Viren, was sitting in a tavern run by a goblin in Zutiu, smiling and looking around as he drank the beer that even the dwarves wanted to get their hands on.

Chief Ranger of the Draenei, a member of the Council of Bishops, Archbishop Nelly follows Viren.

Most of the guests in the tavern are from all over Azeroth. They are all adventurers of all races who either dream of making a fortune, or dream of becoming legendary adventurers, or have various other ideas and goals.

Naturally, it cannot be denied that many of these aliens either have other purposes or missions and choose to lurk here.

The city is big, there are more guests, and there is everyone.

"Prophet. I don't think you should be in this kind of place. It's too noisy in this kind of place. I can't promise to protect you......" Archbishop Nellie doesn't like this kind of crowded place, she likes the wilderness, she likes the forest, she likes the grassland, and now she barely likes the desert.

But I just don't like this kind of place.

But she couldn't help it.

The other archbishops in the Council of Bishops, when the Prophet decided to take a stroll around the Troll City, urged him to bring bodyguards with him—even though the Prophet himself was the strongest draenei, and it was unknown who would protect him......

However, the head of the clan and the mainstay of the entire Delaney went out, and if they did not send some men to follow, the archbishops were really relieved.

His Excellency Archbishop Akama, who used to be the prophet's bodyguard, was not there, and the other archbishops were not combatants, so they simply sent out the most astute and combat-effective Grand Ranger Nelly.

Reluctantly, Nelly took the job, and with two of her men, she left the Crystal Airship with the Prophet and came to Zutiu, which was the most recent and most lively.

Zutiu is one of the most familiar alien cities in the Draenei, and it is so close to where the Draenei have landed that it only takes half a day to walk.

Being professionally sensitive, Nelly doesn't like taverns with complicated crowds. He also gave advice to the Prophet: "We can go and walk around the city." I feel like there's a lot more to see out there that has to do with the world. ”

The Prophet smiled.

"Nelly. Don't you think that's funny? People from all over the world get together, for money, for other things, sweat together, adventure together, and even get hurt together. It's really a free way to live. ”

"It's just a bunch of greedy guys." Nellie was dismissive, saying, "It's no different from the wolves in the forest who sometimes unite and sometimes kill each other for their prey." ”

Compared to the archbishop's somewhat narrow views, the Prophet was noticeably much milder, and the wrinkled Delaney kept a smile on his face:

"Actually, we are the same. But we are the prey, and Akmund and Kilgardan are the hunters. The prey has been on the run, and the hunter has been chasing. ”

"It's different, Your Excellency! Our path is bright and just! There is no way that the fallen Eredar will succeed! Nelly said quietly and resolutely.

Viren was silent for a moment.

After a while, the old prophet smiled again, his voice soft but full of power: "Yes. Light will triumph over all darkness! With the Light above, we will surely return to Argus and purify everything there with the Light! ”

"Light will triumph over darkness!" Nelly whispered.

Right now.

Suddenly a voice in the tavern became high, and a troll shouted:

"Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen! The inside scoop from Silissos!! Explosive content! Explosive news! ”

The troll used a standard troll, a very standard Tanaris accent, so that the people in the tavern knew that they were locals when they heard it.

Learning the language of trolls, especially those in the Zutona dialect, is becoming a popular trend among the community of adventurers.

If you want to mix in other people's territory, you have to do other people's tasks, and you have to receive other people's rewards, so you're embarrassed not to say what other people say, right?

Therefore, adventurers who come to Zutiu and have spent some time in the Western Continent basically speak troll language.

Even if you're not fluent, you can at least understand what the trolls are saying.

Of course, Viren and Nelly could understand the language of the trolls, but they didn't actually use magic, and the prophet Viren had mastered the basic spoken troll language by the 10th sunrise and sunset of his arrival in Azeroth.

It took Archbishop Nelly a little longer, but it only took her two months to become proficient in the foreign language.

In terms of learning ability, in terms of intelligence, Delaney has never been afraid of anyone. This is still without using magic, if you use magic for a few minutes.

The troll shouted loudly in a seductive voice, attracting the attention of everyone in the tavern, and then deliberately kept silent.

One of the goblins couldn't help but shout at him, "Hey! Dhoni! You say, why don't you talk about it in the middle of it?! ”

The troll named Dhoni grinned, and he pointed to his throat, "Just came back from outside!" I'm dying of thirst! If you can have a Zutona beer, you might be able to remember what I was talking about! ”

His words immediately caused everyone to burst into a burst of boos-

"Hey! You're cheating on beer! ”

"A cup of Zutona beer costs 25 copper coins! I can't even drink it myself! You're good! ”

"You don't have any inside information at all! Bragging rights, you! ”

"I'm going to ask you for a drink! But it can't be fragrant beer, ordinary beer! Bartender bartender, that's 5 copper coins! Give him a beer! ”

“……”

Hearing this, Doni looked at the stingy adventurer who wanted to treat him with disdain, and it was a dwarf.

"How can this insider information of mine be worth just a regular beer!! Love to listen or not, at least one glass of fragrant beer!! ”

His words made the adventurers in the tavern scream again, and many adventurers banged their wine glasses on the table, and the atmosphere was very warm.

Just as the bartender and the boss were hesitating to call the goblin security guard outside to come in, a tall, thin, glowing old man stood up and waved his beer glass at them:

"Bartender! Give him a glass of beer! I'm here for a treat! ”

Everyone immediately looked at him.

Dhoni looked at him, too, at the Grand Draenei Prophet with a smile on his face.

Unlike other adventurers, Dhoni's yellow-brown pupils shrank when he saw Viren.

The adventurers don't know who Viren is, and Doni doesn't know him in Zutona's special job.

The troll didn't move, laughing loudly and thanking Viren, "Thank you! Generous old man! You're so much more generous than these rats! I'll tell you the inside scoop! Don't let this bunch hear free intel! ”

Prophet Viren, who was smiling and letting Nelly, who had a helpless expression, pay for it, waved his hand:

"Every guest here, I ask for a glass of beer! This beer is delicious! As for your insider information, if it's related to adventurous life, say it out loud. I'm sure you'll all want to hear it. ”

The prophet's voice fell.

The tavern was buzzing.

"Good! Thank you, old man! ”

"You're such a good guy! Jobi from Dan Morro salutes you! ”

"Dhoni, speak quickly! If it's not the inside scoop, wait a minute, blow your ass! ”

"Hurry up, hurry up! Someone's in for a treat, hurry up and bring the beer! I'm dying of thirst! ”

“……”

In the midst of the uproar, many adventurers were thanking the Draenei.

Viren smiled and waved at everyone.

The old prophet, who had been on the run for tens of thousands of years, found this kind of life very interesting!