Early the next morning.

A fresh breeze blows through Zutona.

Evra, as always, woke up early, and the tall troll warrior left his home.

He was one of the first troll soldiers to be promoted, along with the Denzra siblings. But compared to the enterprising brother and sister, this troll is a bit salty.

At the time when Ezra became the top of the Zutona army, and Khzra became the personal bodyguard of Tonathiu.

Evra did not keep up with the siblings, his personality was relatively peaceful, pursuing a dull life, and he was not very aggressive.

But he is also very good at fighting, especially at controlling the Berserker to suppress his anger after the rage, and improve his sanity in battle.

And he is skilled in combat and has a strong physique, and is a very good existence among troll warriors.

Eventually, due to his character and strength, Tonatiu appointed Evra as the head of the Troll Boot Camp to train young Troll warriors.

By the way, part-time instructors and security captains of the Warrior Academy of the Tonathiu Academy turned into a semi-civilian job.

This is, after all, the real Azeroth, not an in-game NPC, nor a number in the number of armies.

Each individual has their own personality, although the Salted Fish personality is very rare among desert trolls.

But there are many of them, and it doesn't seem to be difficult to understand that one of the tens of thousands of trolls appears.

Every, Evra was pious enough to contribute no less faith than any troll. It may even be because he longs for this peaceful life, does not want the peaceful life to be warn, and is more religious than the other trolls.

When he was needed to fight, he was also very conscientious. When he goes berserk, he can sometimes even suppress Kezra.

Very strange character.

Very strange trolls.

Evra was walking down the streets of Zutona when he was greeted by the familiar troll inhabitants of the neighborhood, who responded with a smile on his face.

"Good morning, Evra."

"Good morning. Nora, you look beautiful today! Hey, I heard you and Ganoka are getting married? That's nice! May the god Tiu bless you! ”

"Oh, Peder. I see you too, you're a great guy. God Tonna will make you strong and strong, and you will become a warrior of Zutona! ”

“……”

After a friendly greeting all the way, Evra soon arrived at his place of work, the Zutona Boot Camp, which is also the Zutona combat training base.

Divine warriors, troll berserkers, voodoo shooters, and ordinary troll warriors and troll recruits all train here when they are in the city.

It is located in the northeastern corner of Zutona, not very far from the Great Beast's Den.

Tonatiu placed this place next to the Great Beast's Den when he was worried that the animals in the Great Beast's Den would get out of control and rush out.

The Troll Warriors in the training camp can resist in the first place, and will not let the ordinary troll inhabitants face them, so as to avoid too many casualties.

As soon as Evra arrived at the door of the training camp, he heard the trolls inside, which was very lively.

Why is it so lively?

Evra walked in curiously, and the first thing he saw was a huge playground in front of the training camp, which was the place for military parades and military exercises in the camp.

It is also used as a place for troll warriors to meet each other.

Today there are three floors inside, and the outer three floors are surrounded. Many trolls gathered together, shouting and cheering.

Evra hurriedly squeezed in, relying on his strong physique, squeezing away the trolls, and soon he knew why everyone was so excited.

Because His Majesty, who had gone out, had returned, and he was practicing martial arts in the playground. One troll in the underground fights twenty troll warriors alone, all of them are bare-handed, but there are constantly troll warriors who are hammered away.

"Long live Tonatiu!"

Evra raised her hands excitedly, as if dancing for the New Year, cheering and shouting like the other trolls.

Inside the grounds.

Tonatiu was sweating.

He now faces 20 Troll Berserkers with Berserk abilities, even though they don't have weapons, and even though their average post-Berserk level is only about 9.

But the troll warriors after the rage are not afraid of pain, and their fighting spirit is extremely strong. In addition, the current Zutona has not yet broken away from the primitive troll tribal habits, and will not deceive and release water in battle.

Everyone is really fighting, even Tonatiu is really going all out, so as to avoid being hammered by them.

Instead, he hammered them into a blue nose and swollen face.

It's also because it's a real fight, so people don't use weapons. Although you can be injured if you punch with your bare hands, it is not life-threatening.

Peng!

Tonatiu smashed one of the rushing trolls into the air with a single punch, and his body naturally dodged backwards, dodging the grip of the two trolls.

Then he flew up and kicked a screaming troll rushing up.

The troll screamed and flew out and fell to the ground, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood. As a result, he got up and patted his chest a few times, screaming like no one else, and continued to rush up.

The battle scene is primitive and bloody, sweating profusely, dusty, spurting blood everywhere but no troll retreats, full of troll characteristics.

Look at the time about the same.

The test results were pretty much the same.

"Drink!"

Tonatiu suddenly roared at the trolls, his anger shaking reality, and the raging troll warriors came to their senses.

He waved his hand.

"That's the end of it."

The 20 troll warriors with bruised noses and swollen faces, and a few even dislocated bones, all took a step back and saluted on one knee.

Tonatiu nodded, and said to the trolls with a blank face, "I'm leaving, you continue training." Don't let up, Tonna and Tiu are watching you from heaven! ”

Tonathiu left the crowd and, under the reverent gaze of the trolls, left the training camp.

Walking down the streets of Zutona, Tonatyiu sighed and looked at his two large hands stained with blood.

"In addition to the magic immunity ability, how can I continue to improve my own strength?"

"Obviously fighting the trolls wasn't enough to improve my abilities. Maybe fighting Kzra and their Titan trolls might help. ”

“……”

After the battle of Naboa, Tonatiu realized that he was not strong enough and had a fluke adventure.

If it hadn't been for Salathas, it is likely that he and the trolls would have been wiped out except for Modra.

Even if it was Saratas who defeated Naboa, if it weren't for Kzra, they would have been resurrected. Tonatiu will not feel victorious either.

The result is a blessing in disguise, and everything is as Tonatiu had hoped.

But Tonatiu felt that it was impossible to be so coincidental every time, if he was facing an enemy that Saratas could not influence, or if Saratas refused to help next time.

So what do you have to rely on to win?

Obviously, Salatas can't be her killer weapon, and she has been shielded by Tornatyu until now.

Tonatiu won't give the Old God a chance to listen to the bed......

And he was also worried that the blood-sucking Old God would affect him.

Saratas couldn't believe it.

Tonatiu felt that the only thing he could do was his loyal troll subordinates.

I also need to continue to improve my strength.

Continue to improve the strength of the Zutona trolls.

And you can't skip the level to challenge the enemy who may not be able to defeat, you must be more cautious and more cautious when you encounter the enemy, and the lion fights the rabbit with all your might.

This is the influence that this has had on the character of Tonatiu after the end of the Shaper's Stage.

So early in the morning, after being kicked out of the room by an annoyed and angry Modra. Tonatiu came to the training camp to try and fight the trolls to improve his abilities.

But the combat effectiveness of ordinary trolls is too low, and it can't play a role in training him at all.

"It's a bit too much to think about today's events...... In terms of improving personal strength, let's put it down for the time being. ”

"Let's go to the Big Beast's Den first?"

"Hmm...... I've been out for so long. Modra's shyness should have passed, right? Maybe I should go back and sleep with her? ”

"No...... No...... No way. I can't be a king from now on! ”

"Maybe go to Zangar and talk about sending a troll to the Terrace of the Shaper."

“……”

is hesitating.

A shrill voice, in the unfamiliar troll language, suddenly rang in his ears.

"Dear Chief! I have a new invention, I don't know if you're interested?! ”

A goblin left in Zutona by Gakison stood not far in front of Tonatiu with a sleek expression and his hands rubbed.

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