Night falls.

Elune wields His benevolent power to shine on the earth and bring light to all beings in the darkness.

The scorching fire feather mountain.

Tonatiu, a troll alone and carrying a dagger, made his way through the valley.

"It's full of the elements, and those slaves are nice as slaves, but they're too chaotic to be good soldiers."

"That stupid fellow of Ragnaros, who obeyed the orders of the weakest of us, was beaten badly!"

"That bloated stone, it listens to me and Cthun the most. But Cthun betrayed me, and I was betrayed by it! ”

"I'm curious, troll. You're here at this time, what do you want to do? ”

“……”

Tonatiu, who was dedicated to his mission, listened to Saratas's chatter all the way.

He now had a bit of a sense of the plight of Big Chin, and Nesario's office was underground, closest to the Elder Gods. The Black Dragon King is still a jailer, he can't dodge, he can only face it directly, no wonder he will be driven crazy and degenerate in the end.

If you can.

He wanted to shut up the young lady.

The method used cannot be rough, and once it is invaded with unreasonable force, Saratas will definitely be obedient. But she will be nonviolent and uncooperative, and Tonatiu sometimes thinks it's good to listen to her nagging.

It's contradictory.

But that's what it looks like.

This time.

A living flame spotted Tonatiu, and it froze for a moment, as if it couldn't believe that a flesh-and-blood creature would dare to appear here at this time.

But in the end.

The chaotic nature still made it let go of all doubts and roared and rushed towards it.

"Oh! A little ragnaros, what do you want to do with it? With your strange powers?! ”

The young lady said.

Tonatiu did not answer.

He lifted a stone from the ground, and his hand shone with a mixture of gold and silver, a power that would make people want to bow down.

The power was infused into the ordinary stone, and the stone became bright, and with all his might, Tonathius smashed the stone into the living flames.

Rumble!

The stone accurately hit the living flame that rushed over bravely, and with a roar, the core of the living flame shattered, "roar", it let out an unwilling wail, and dissipated into the air, and even the core was shattered.

"What do you think of this power? Dear Lord Kogami, guess what power it is? ”

Tonatiu said to the ancient gods in the sea of consciousness with a little pain.

Of course he hurts.

Because just now, he consumed the power of faith of two units, strengthening the ordinary stone, making it a powerful ranged weapon.

Combined with the power of his own throwing, he easily killed the living flame in an instant.

The power of faith in two units!

Zangar, the most devout and powerful believer, can only provide about two to three units of faith power in a month at most, which means that he just threw out Zangar for a month......

Tonatiu was desperately short of the power of faith right now, and he didn't want to waste any if he could.

Now here's a hand.

I just want to shut up Miss Gushen and find something to attract her attention, and not to babble about herself.

Seeing his astonishing "magic attack", Saratas seemed to fall into deep thought, and did not speak for a while.

Tonatiu was relaxed.

He is in the barren Fire Feather Mountain, looking for his purpose.

……

At the same time.

The distant Zendara Islands.

A gigantic temple with candles lit with the grease of the most powerful beasts burning on the walls.

In the shadow of candlelight.

The left arm of Rastaha, the god king of Zandalara, and the leader of the witch doctors, Lord Dark Prophet Zur, is receiving his fellow citizens from the great desert south of Kalimdor.

"Mighty Zur, please accept the greetings from Zulfarak. I am Zumuran, and His Majesty the God-King asked me to come to you, and he said that Zandala would give Zul Farak aid. ”

A desert troll with a mask on his face hunched over his waist said to young Zur.

"Of course."

"Zandalar will help all the trolls."

Zur nodded.

"But I would like to know some of Zulfarak's plans. You're just telling Zandalar that you're going north to expand. That's good, the world is meant to be trolls. But how do the desert trolls do they, do you have a plan? ”

Zumuran, the same young witch doctor, was a messenger sent by Zulfarak to meet the God-King on his accession to the throne and ask for help.

Witch Physician Zumuran: "Honored Prophet. Our powerful chieftain, Ukz Sandtop. He will lead us to conquer Kalimdor! Sheikh Ukez Sandtop and Luluz, they are awakening Gazrila! ”

"Gazrila? Powerful Hydra Basilisk! It does have the hope of leading Zul Falak forward! Lord Zumuran, Zandala will give you your support. ”

"Thanks! So, when is it? How much more help?! ”

"Hmm...... Please go back and rest, tomorrow there will be a troll looking for you, resources and help and time to help, just talk to him. ”

"Then I'll step back. Honorable Prophet. ”

"Hmm...... God Loa will bless you! ”

"God Loa will bless you too!"

“……”

Looking at the back of the departing desert troll witch doctor, the Dark Prophet shook his head imperceptibly.

In a prophecy a long time ago, he predicted that the desert trolls would be destroyed, and the desert trolls would be the first of the several troll empires to disappear after the split.

Desert trolls are too weak.

Zurmin knew that the Desert Trolls would be destroyed, and he told Rastaha, but after discussing with the God-King, they chose to help the Desert Trolls.

Except that because they are trolls, Zandalar is obligated to help them. The biggest reason, to use the idiom of another world, Zandalar unconditionally helps the desert trolls, which is in the "golden city bones"!

If Zandalar wants the Troll Empire to rise, he must unite all the trolls and recreate the glory of the Zur Empire! If you want to unite the trolls who have degraded and are even beaten into a pot of porridge internally, of course, you can't only talk about it verbally, and you also want practical help.

The Desert Trolls are the first to be, and they will be the best advertisement for Zandalar and the other Trolls.

"The next messenger."

Zur said to one of his apprentices, who was also his subordinate.

"Ask him to come over."

Just as he continued to work, Zur's eyes suddenly flashed, but he was not in a hurry.

The prophecy is coming again.

In a thick fog that only he could see, he saw a large desert. The conditions of the Great Desert are harsh. But in the midst of such a harsh desert, there is a rare oasis in which there is a huge pyramid city.

Zur saw that there were many trolls living in the city, but these trolls were very similar to the trolls of Zandalara, they were all very tall and straight.

He also saw a tall troll overlooking the city at the highest point of the pyramid city.

Zur wanted to see his face.

But at this time, the fog dissipated, and the face of a troll appeared in front of him, but it was not the prophesied troll, but a messenger from Zuaman.

As soon as the messenger came up, he was very unkind.

"Zuaman is ready to go to war and drive out those long ears! How will Zandalar help?! ”

Zur frowned.

A city in the desert?

Desert trolls?

Aren't they bound to disappear?

He shook his head, returning his attention to reality and facing the messenger.

"You're going to attack Quel'Thalas?"