After sending off the daring goblin merchants, Nao Zu looked at the equally bold pink-skinned natives in front of him.

This is a human businessman.

It has been more than a month since he came to this world, and Nao Zu at least has some understanding of the races and power distribution in this world.

Among them, the trolls and the night elves were the two races he knew the most—after all, they were the most formidable enemies he and the orcs had encountered here.

The start was unfriendly.

What the Demon Lord promised Nao Zu was an infinitely rich material, vast land, and the first enemy that the orcs would face was weak and deceitful, and the interior was very chaotic.

But unexpectedly, after crossing the dark gate, the orcs got a very different thing from what the demon lord promised them.

The first place of the orcs in this world was a disgusting swamp, full of mist, mud, and a pungent stench in the air!

The orcs have been deceived!

Then the Dreadlord came to the door and said that it was a minor mistake and that the Demon Lord had been misled.

The dark door is in the wrong place.

What can Naozu, who has already boarded the thief ship, say?

The young orc leader had no choice but to bite the bullet.

After walking out of Nazmir and seeing the flourishing Dazaro, Naozu breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared to Nazmir, Dasaro's output is hundreds of times better!! Better than the Tanarian jungle of Delanor!

The demon didn't lie to the orcs.

It's just that the door of darkness is in the wrong place.

Naozu began to patiently attack the natives, using the orc's axe to seize the land and supplies for the orcs to survive in the firmament of this world.

So far, everything is going well, except that there are some small twists and turns in the forests of the Eastern Front.

Orcs can cope.

However, Naozu felt that he also had to leave as much back as possible for the orcs.

With the help of the Dreadlord and the Shadow Council, and the greed of the natives, Neozu has come into contact with the goblin merchants.

He was now in contact with a human merchant of great audacity.

Naozu knew that humans were the most powerful of the natives of this world.

The Dreadlord told him that humanity occupies at least sixty percent of the world's two largest continents.

These pink-skinned natives were very wealthy, they had almost endless food, and they had a certain amount of self-preservation.

But it is by no means a match for the orcs.

The Gate of Darkness was supposed to be in the territory of humanity - the territory of the weak and greedy indigenous race in front of us.

"Tell me, what can you bring me?" In an intriguing tone, the orc leader looked down condescendingly at the human merchants.

The spell not only kills enemies, but it also allows Naozu to learn the language of the world's main natives in a very short time.

Troll language, human lingua franca, goblin language, and elven language.

It only took a month for Naozu to communicate with the natives in these languages.

Neozu looked at the human merchant, and the orc felt that even without using the power of magic, he could pinch the neck of the pink-skinned native with one hand.

They look so weak.

Shorter than orcs and thinner than orcs.

An orc warrior can deal with at least a dozen of these guys, and even if it is replaced by the army of these pink-skinned natives, it should be able to deal with two or three.

If the Dark Gate had been opened in their realm, the orcs would have taken down their capital.

Naozu sighed in his heart.

In the face of the fierce orcs in the scene, the representatives of the human merchants were naturally beating drums in their hearts.

The fangs of the orcs...... It looks like it can eat people!

The representative of Ashvan couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and then showed a flattering smile:

"Greetings to Lady Ashvan. She asked me to bring a reply. The last time you made a request, the Lord has replied to you in the letter. ”

"She's really good." Naozu's mouth with thick fangs opened, and the human merchant thought he was laughing.

"Show me, my human friend." The young orc leader said so.

Ashvan's representative obediently handed over the letter.

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Zudasa.

The capital of the Zendalar Empire.

The city of trolls' dreams.

The residents of the lower city could already faintly hear the sound of fighting and smell the smoke of gunfire outside the city.

The enemy is approaching the city.

It's too fast.

After the death of His Majesty Akunda and Toga, Loa was crushed and led his army in a strategic retreat.

Retreat back to Zudassa, sheltered by vast walls and moats, and resist the enemy with this powerful defense.

There were no siege equipment at all, and the enemy who could only rely on that kind of behemoth to attack hard, and for a while there was no way to deal with the walls of Zudasa.

This was a relief to the Zandalar trolls, but it was more reassuring to the east, which had been quiet, than to the west, where some fighting could already be heard.

The constant bad news from the war has made the hearts of the Zandalar troll civilians who have been stable for an unknown number of years begin to panic.

Fortunately, on the battlefield to the east, there was good news of victory - the King of the Desert, with his reinforcements and a part of Zudasa's army, successfully defeated the enemy's attack!

The East is safe!

This is a blessing in misfortune.

The great Lord of the Desert, he sheltered Zudasa from a giant monster a year ago.

A year later, he protected Zudasa again.

He is also the fiancé of Princess Tarangi, and he is truly a great troll.

With the development of the war situation, and the guidance of the two Loa forces in the city, the gods Tonna and Tiu, under the manipulation of Zur and the powerlessness of Tarangi.

The King of the Desert, the self-proclaimed King of the Desert Trolls, has become the protector of the restless Trolls of Zandalara.

Just when everyone was expecting the god-king of the desert trolls to lead his army back to fight off the enemies besieging Zandalara.

Suddenly, news came from the city.

The Desert Troll King had the audacity to attack the enemy's base camp with a small army.

He wasn't ready to rescue Zudasa!

For a moment, the trolls of Zandalar complained that Tonatiu's adventure would succeed.

On the other side, the Zandalar trolls, who had been a little more at ease, began to worry about Zudasa's situation again.

It was at this time.

News came from the city again - in fact, the enemy on the eastern and western battlefields was not the most powerful enemy, but in the northernmost direction of Zanshuer, it was the real main force of the enemy.

Unfortunately, the enemy's real resistance has broken through Zansur's first line of defense, and the enemy has climbed the Zandala Mountains!

Panic spread again.

In this case.

In this war on land, the Zandala Navy, which has never had much chance to perform, suddenly stood up and said:

"If you feel dangerous, the navy can send you safely to the realm of the Desert King. Across the sea, under the protection of the great desert king, the enemy will never be able to fight there! ”

Emigrant, hiding from war.

The choice was in front of the Zendalar troll civilians.