As an innocent melon-eating troll, Tonatiu was stared at by the Dark Prophet and His Majesty the God-King, so the other trolls immediately looked at him as well.

Salatas whispered, "The opportunity I said has come. Troll, that prophet is looking for you. He's even the only troll I've ever felt a little tricky with! ”

Tonatiu, who was stared at by hundreds of Zandalar trolls, looked innocent, and he spoke to Saratas in his heart:

"Zur even you find it tricky? Wait a minute, the only troll feeling tricky? Meaning I'm a piece of cake in your opinion? ”

"Huh!"

Saratas made no secret of her contempt and ridicule: "If not the kind of power in your soul. You're just an ant in front of me! And that troll, I could easily kill him! But I didn't dare come near him! ”

Is this despised?

Well, Tonatiu is self-aware.

If you don't have the aura of a materialist, it may really be a piece of cake for yourself in front of an old god like Salatas.

Even if there is a system, he may be tempted by her to fight for her, after all, Tonatiu admits that he is not a strong-willed person.

"You know he's going to appoint me?"

Tonatiu asked.

"That troll seems to see the future, and you're not afraid of us at all, let alone Gohorn. Only you can go in here unscathed. ”

Salatas said.

"If he doesn't find you. I wouldn't find him tricky, it's a troublesome troll. I suggest you-"

"If you really want to revive your troll empire," she suggested. This troll in front of you, you either woo him in or kill him just before he becomes your enemy! ”

Tonatiu was silent.

By this time, Zur had already come to his side in full view of the trolls of Zandalara, under the watchful eyes of Rastaha and the other members of the Zanshur Council, and gently took his hand.

"Your Majesty. Please follow me. The Dark Prophet whispered to Tonatiu.

Is this holding hands?

Held by an old troll, still male, like this. Tonathiu was not used to it, and without a trace, he withdrew the hand that was held by Zur, "I will go myself." Your Excellency the Prophet, ”

Zur smiled at him and said nothing.

Tonatiu, however, sensed something strange in the place he had just held, and he peeked at his hand stealthily.

This surprised Tornathius to find that at some point, a small line of troll font appeared on his hand:

【You can ask for a fleet】

Tonatiu froze.

Zur said softly, "Please come over, His Majesty Rastaha is still waiting for you." ”

His words reminded Tonatiu that he was now under the watchful eye of hundreds of Zandalar trolls, and that it was not a good time to figure out what Zur was trying to do.

Shrugging, Tonatiu walked over.

"Please save Tarangi." Rastaha said very bluntly. "Zur said you can save her."

Tonatiu couldn't help but glance at Zur, and he peeked at his own hand, and in a moment, the words left by Zur on it had disappeared, almost making him think it was a hallucination.

"Hah! Promise him! Saratas whispered. This troll is actually helping you! Promise him! Trolls, what your clan lacks most at the moment is its own fleet! ”

Tonatiu didn't respond, he took a deep breath.

A salatas.

A Zur.

These two are the guys who are the best at intrigue in the game's plot.

Now it's in ...... Help yourself?

Tonathiu was worried.

Saratas can also be said to have been in love for a long time, and she has fed her a lot of Enzos's corrupt power in the past year, so she should at least feed some feelings.

Even with Modra, she was watching from the side, and sometimes even suggested a position......

More or less emotional.

But what about Zur?

This can be said to be the first time he has met him, although he has given himself a gift, it is still a very good gift that he needs very much.

But is he really helping himself?

"Can you help me?" Rastaha seemed impatient, and he urged: "Rescue my Tarangi!" Tonatiu, right, the name?! I can promise you......"

"A fleet!" Tonatiu gritted his teeth, he decided that whatever the conspiracy was, he would try it anyway.

"A fleet of at least twelve ships!" Tonatiu said. "Your Majesty, I need to take a great risk! My Loa is also at risk. And then my clan now needs sea power, and the most powerful thing about Zandalar is sea power! I'm willing to help, but I also want to use my adventures to bring something to my people! ”

Rastaha was stunned for a moment.

He probably didn't expect this young troll to dare to precondition himself in front of him.

At this time, the voices of Quezra and another Titan troll sounded outside:

"Your Majesty, let me go!"

"Kzra is willing to risk his Majesty!"

The two Titan trolls of abnormal size, who were blocked from the troll group, shouted loudly.

Standing next to them, Zakhazar had struggle and longing in his eyes.

This is the king of our desert trolls, willing to take such a big risk for our benefit.

The young and thin sand troll couldn't help but jump up and wave his arms next to the two titan trolls: "Your Majesty! Let me go instead of you! ”

Zumuran next to him couldn't help but shrink back and hide in the trolls.

He's also a desert troll, but he's a Bonsandi believer, and he's becoming marginalized in Zutona - and even if he weren't, he wouldn't have been able to do that!

The cries of the desert trolls caught the attention of the Rastaha and Zandalar trolls.

Looking at all this, a flash of admiration flashed in the depths of Zur's eyes.

The Zendalar trolls were silent.

Into that blood-colored mist, even a warrior like Vokal is not immune, and to enter is to die.

The two tall, thin, "deformed" trolls with electricity on their bodies barely looked like they could give it a try, though most of the Zandalar trolls thought they would be miserable.

But that short, skinny ordinary desert troll, such a pariah troll, wants to go in, is he joking?

Rastaha was also stunned.

"Shut up!" Tonatiu snorted.

The sound was not loud, but the two Titan trolls and Zachadze hesitated for a moment and then obediently shut up.

"Your Majesty." Tonatiu is out of the way, and he bargains: "Falaki has just been unified. We need to develop, we need to have our own sea power so that we can trade with Zandalara. If a fleet of twelve ships will not work, then how about halving? I only need six, no—five. ”

Rastaha let out a long sigh as he said to Tonatiu, "I promise you, as long as you can save my Tarangi-"

He turned to Zur, who had been quiet next to him after coming over in Tonatiu, and said:

"If he can make it, then come out alive. No, even if it's dead. Zur, pick twenty ships from my golden fleet and give them to him. Think of it as a gift from the Zendala Empire to celebrate the unification of the Falaki Empire! ”

"Okay. Your Majesty. Zur replied softly, not even looking at Tonatiu, as if he had not been the one who had written in the palm of Tonatiu's hand.

"Thank you for your generosity!" Twenty ships white, still the ships of Zandalara's Golden Fleet, Tonatiu was satisfied, and turned and stepped into the blood-colored mist.

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