Maybe it's because he wants to make the human chauvinist Dai Lin unhappy in the future, or maybe it's because he is a young soul who once loved to be lively on Earth.

Tonatiu still took the desert trolls, Sarah Proudmoor, and squeezed along with the carnival procession.

Saratas whispered, "Troll, you're really superficial. ”

"I'm not even eighteen!"

Saratas whispered, "Troll, I sense you have a preference for female humans. ”

"Hehe......"

Ignoring the whispers of the old god's little sister, Tonatiu led his retinue and Sarah Proudmore all the way to follow the revelry crowd.

After touring most of the third floor, the crowd began to move south and downward towards the frozen fourth floor city.

Zakhazar also said that the team can't move like Tier 1 and Tier 2 right now, until the last day, when the Rastaha God-King is facing all the trolls and Zandalar residents in the Giant Seal.

The parade of revelers will be able to go up to the 1st and 2nd floors to meet the most powerful race, the highest king of the Zandalar archipelago.

The current carnival generally starts from the third floor, goes all the way down to the dock, and then everyone goes back to their own homes to find their own mothers.

The fifth part of the procession went down, and May passed through a city where trolls, or Archaeopterans, or snake people, or fox people, or members of some other race, ran out of the alleys with colored flags and merged.

By the time they reached the seventh floor, the parade was estimated to have more than 100,000 people, or even more, and the cheers soared into the sky.

On the way, Tonatiu also meets Ral and Zumuran, who returns to the Sand Trolls' ranks, and Ral apologizes for being busy.

As a lord of sorcery, Zandalara's promising young man is also a high-ranking general and priest.

On such days, Lal said that he was very busy, and it was a very difficult job to maintain order and keep the carnival team with a population of more than 100,000 or 200,000 people out of problems.

Almost all of the Zandalar forces have joined in the maintenance of order in the revelry procession.

There are more and more trolls, and my breathing is a little depressed.

It was nearly dusk.

Didn't eat at noon.

Although Sarah Prodmore brought out the bread she had created with magic on the way, Tonatiu couldn't eat it, and the two Titan trolls looked very sorry.

Zumuran and Zakadze, who had never eaten magic bread, took it happily and took a few bites.

Then their faces changed drastically, and they spit out.

Something that even the desert trolls who eat everything hate, the taste of the bread made of magic can be imagined.

But Sarah Proudmore herself turned on the same face as usual, and took small sips of bread that she had made with magic.

Tonatiu asked her why she could eat it, didn't it taste terrible?

Could it be that what she eats doesn't taste the same as what she gives to trolls?

Sarah Proudmoore replied calmly: "When you sail at sea, sometimes you encounter storms or other conditions when you are short of food. Magic bread that doesn't taste good can also be a lifesaver. ”

"Uh~"

"Looks like you've been sailing the seas since you've been very young?" Tonatiu couldn't help but ask her.

"According to my father, I was on the boat when I was three months old. At the age of two, he sailed to Lordaeron, and at the age of five, he commanded the merchant fleet of Kurtilas on a trip to Stormwind in the south. At the age of thirteen, he returned from Dalaran and had a fleet of his own. Sarah Proudmore was calm as she said this.

"I'm 20 years old now. But I've been at sea for more than a decade. ”

Tonatiu had nothing to say and gave her a thumbs up.

It's a pity that the troll only has three fingers, and the big hand with three fingers looks weird with a thumbs up.

The desert trolls all said that they couldn't eat the unpalatable magic bread, and Tonatiu was hungry, so he simply proposed to have a meal in Dasaro from the top down to the seventh level, and from the bottom to the first level, where the real Zandalar troll civilians lived.

Zachazze immediately stated that he knew where to eat, and took Tonathius to a tavern opened by the Ancestor Turtle.

The tavern was lively.

But there are boxes on the second floor, and they're huge, so big guys like Tonatiu and the Titan Trolls can go in without being affected.

According to the Boss of the Primordial Turtle who looked cheap and made Sarah Proudmoore's face turn pale:

"We even have trolls here to taste the delicious human broth! Little one, you're not tall enough. Oh? Did you bring your own ingredients? It looks tender, but we don't take on the kitchen processing business! ”

It saw Sarah Proudmoore's face pale, and actually added, "Oh? Miss Ingredients was angry. Well, then I'll say the other way around. Miss Human, did you bring these troll ingredients here to taste the delicious troll soup? Sorry, I'm still saying that! We don't do OEM services! ”

If it weren't for the fact that Zachazze and the other Zandalar trolls next to the tavern were used to, Sarah Proudmore would have looked angry, but she would have only blushed and not show much.

Tonatiu wanted Kezra to hammer the turtle and let it know what it meant to be "beaten by a turtle"!

A little angry into the box, Zakhaze said helplessly: "Your Majesty, these turtles are very ...... It's very dissatisfying. But they are trusted by His Majesty Rastaha, and they only pay lip service. ”

"Why does Rastaha trust them?" Tonatiu asked another question.

"I know that."

Sarah Prodmore said, words becoming more and more.

"Trolls aren't good at business. Hmm......" she glanced at the desert trolls and added, "At least the Zandalar trolls aren't good at it. They are good at fighting, and they are good at building temples. ”

"But I'm just not good at business. And these old tortoises, they make people want to kill them. But their ability to do business and negotiate is not comparable to even the best businessmen in the human world. ”

"They look harmless. Humans in Kul Tiras and elsewhere, or ordinary people of other races, may fear that the Zandalar trolls are eating people. ”

"But they don't worry about these honest-looking old guys, and sometimes they think they are easy to bully and want to do business with them."

"Actually, compared to these old turtles, the Zandalar trolls are much cuter!"

"So these old turtles are very popular and supportive with the Zandalar trolls."

"Actually, they can also be said to be the royal merchants of Zandalara, but neither the old turtle nor Zandalar agrees with this statement."

Sarah Proudmoore mouthed an old turtle that sounded a little rude, and I don't know if it was because she hated the Ancestral Turtles, or if she was talking like that.

After listening to her explanation.

Zakhazar nodded: "Princess Prodmore is right, the Ancestral Turtle and Zudasa have a lot to do with each other. They're often just talking, and no troll wants to offend them. ”

"Okay. A bunch of guys. Tonatiu said helplessly, and he continued to complain: "It's just like Bonsandy! ”

Hearing him complain about the main god he believed in, Zumuran hesitated for a moment, and after thinking about it, he decided to endure it.

But his lord god didn't seem to be able to bear it.

A breath of the dead crept through the room, followed by the astonishment of the other trolls and Sarah Proudmoore, as Tonatiu sat calmly.

A tall figure emerged from the air, and the Troll Reaper suddenly appeared in the largest box.

He giggled and laughed, "Your Majesty! This sentence of yours really broke the heart of old Bond Sandy! Whoa, compared to those little turtles, old Bond Sandy is much cuter, okay?! ”

Bon Sandy Lovely ......

I'll go.

If you are cute, there will be no sluts in the world.

But the Ancestral Turtle and Bonsandi are cheaper than the words......

Hesitated.

Tonatiu really thinks Bonsandy is much cuter.

At least after the second meeting.

Bonsandy never spoke in front of him again.

All right.

Compared to the original ancestral turtle, Bang Sandy is still more cute.

Tonatiu thought.

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