The next two days.

Tonatiu's days in Dasaro were peaceful.

The Zandalar trolls didn't come to him, even among the upper nobles of the empire, his reputation for not being afraid of the blood god's corruption had already spread.

But during the day, there were no trolls looking for him, and even in the folk of Zandalara, there was not even a legend about what happened on the second layer of the giant seal that night.

Tonatiu understood.

In such a central place as the capital of the empire, there was such a vicious armed attack, the only princess of the empire was almost killed, and the visiting king of ice trolls even died to save her highness.

This kind of thing broke out, whether it was for the Zandalar royal family, or the Zanshur Council, or even the empire itself, it was a shameless thing.

And if the entire upper echelons of the empire were helpless in this incident, it turned out to be a sand troll to deal with it.

Then the fun will be great.

Trolls may not like to play politics, but as an empire that has been around for thousands of years, no matter how much they don't like politics, they will be more or less political.

Not to mention that Tonatiu and the Sand Trolls are not well-known in Dazaro, even if he is as famous here as Zulkin, if such a thing happens, it is impossible for Zandalar to promote him.

Isn't that a slap in the face of Zanshur and His Majesty the God-King?

So Tonatiu spent two days in Dazaro, the first day with Duval on the mission, and the second day he wandered around Dazaro with his men.

I've seen the prosperity of this old empire, and I've seen the condescending perception of the other trolls from the Zandalar trolls.

Truth be told, the Zandalar troll civilians are almost the same as the members of the Zanshur Council, and the non-Zandalar trolls really treat the trolls of a big city the same way that the townsfolk who have come out of the mountains are treated by the people of the big city.

It's the kind of hillbilly look you look at. If it weren't for the fact that Tornathiu was too strong and tall, and the Titan trolls were also special-looking, the status of the Esha trolls in Zendalar would be even worse.

This made Tonatiu can't help but sigh: "Although Zandala is good, it's a pity that it's not my family!" ”

Zachazze whispered to the king of the desert trolls, "The commoners of the empire are like that. Your Majesty, I am also angry. That's why I don't want to stay here either......"

"You need to stay here."

"Zakhaze, Faraki needs you here." Tonatiu said.

"Okay."

Zakhazar sighed.

"Your Majesty's will, my actions!"

"Uh-huh."

Tonatiu whispered.

He had always wanted to do something in Zandala, like trade, like doing some business.

Now, taking advantage of Duval's conversion, his faith is beginning to emerge in Zandala, and a nail is to be left here.

How can someone like Zachadze be allowed to leave?

Zakhazar, a young sand troll, was able to reach even a high position like General Zandallar in the game thanks to his talent and Zur's appreciation.

His talent, his loyalty to the desert trolls, Tonatiu is what he has seen with his own eyes these days.

This made him start to have a good impression of Zachadze, who existed as a villain in the game.

Again, that's the same sentence.

"His hero, my enemy"!

In the plot of the game, from the perspective of a desert troll, Zakhazena, who avenges the Falaki Empire, is a first-class hero.

However, from the perspective of the Zandalar trolls and the alien tribes, Zakhaze, who excludes them and conspires against them, is of course a big villain.

Tonatiu wanted to be Azeroth's good son, but now that he is the king of the desert trolls, there is no doubt that he will always be the desert trolls.

So of course, it is also clear which side of the angle at which his ass is sitting.

Young Zakhazec, that's a great talent - well, trolls in the or!

"Zakhaze."

He decided to tell the plan he had been thinking about for a few days and let the young Zakhadze do it.

"The desert trolls in Zandalar should leave the consulate district and no longer stay in this blessed place."

His words shook Zachadze's spirits, and the young ambassador thought that Tonatiu had suddenly changed his mind and wanted him to return to Tanaris.

"Your Majesty! We'll pack up and leave. I've had enough of those Zandalar trolls! It's okay to be in the middle of the Dinosaur Festival, if it's not for the festive atmosphere, they're even more ......" Zachazze was excited.

But Tonatyu said to him.

"I didn't let you go. Zakhaze, I'm just letting you out of the consulate area. The desert trolls are moving to the commercial area near the docks. ”

"Forehead ......"

Zachazze was stunned.

"Your Majesty, may I ask why?"

"We are too poor. Zandalar is too rich. Trade and trade can make our lives better. ”

"Caravan. Zakhaze, I need you to form a caravan in the name of the desert trolls. ”

……

……

At night.

Tonatiu came to Dazaro on the evening of the fourth day.

The dinosaur festival of the trolls is finally officially opened.

Countless lights poured out from the streets of Dasaro and gathered on the straight golden road staircase, like a surging galaxy, rushing to the top of the Giant Seal, where the ceremonial celebration of the empire was held.

Tonatiu changed into the Zandala robe that Zakhadze had prepared for him and stepped onto Rulu.

Zumuran led the way in front of the lights, followed by Zakhadzec.

As the king of the Falaki Empire in Tornatyu, and tonight is the official opening celebration of the Dinosaur Festival, he is fully qualified to ride his own mount at this time.

Even if his mount is bigger.

However, Lal still came to tell him that the great celebration of the Dinosaur Festival was not usual, in addition to the trolls in other places, Zandalara's other servants in Dazaro and even the Imperial officers and officials, as well as representatives of all classes in Dazaro, should enter Dazaro to celebrate the god king.

In order to avoid congestion, from the councilors of Zanshur to the chiefs of the small tribes, they could not even bring more retinues on this day.

None of them.

It's not discrimination, it's just that there are too many trolls sealed by the giant on this day, and this is to avoid crowding.

As soon as Tonatiu went out, he saw a troll waiting outside.

This troll stands in the perspective of a troll, it is really a sword eyebrow, blue and red lips and long teeth, what a troll handsome guy.

The handsome troll was none other than Lal, and Lal gave a gift to the Loa believers to meet each other, "Your Majesty, on behalf of Zanshuer, I escort you to the Dinosaur Festival celebration." ”

It wasn't without merit that Tonatiu killed the Blood Trolls and put an end to the attack for Zandalara.

Except for the twenty ships of the Golden Fleet, which were cashed out at an unknown time, most of the members of Zanshur had a great opinion of him.

Maybe there are people who look down on him because of his status as a desert troll, but no troll dares to despise him anymore.

An old acquaintance like Lal, who had a good temper, had been more and more respectful of him since that night.

"Your Majesty", who used to be called "Your Majesty" only occasionally, now uses this title when he meets Tonatiu.

"Your Majesty" in Zandalara, except for addressing the gods, can only be enjoyed by the god-king Rastaha.

Tonathiu smiled, "Lal, it's hard work. ”

Lal didn't even dare, then mounted his pterodactyl and followed closely at his side.

As he rode his own pterodactyl, Ral noticed that it was a little nervous, keeping his eyes fixed on the huge black monster dragon next to him.

It turned out that the monster dragon had been looking at it, and that kind of look was like the eyes of the pterodactyls when they were hunting, looking at the food that had already arrived.

Ral smiled bitterly in his heart.

His Majesty's companion, like him, seemed so powerful.

His pterodactyl is a direct descendant of His Majesty Paku, but it is still the same for the black monster dragon.

He tried to reassure Paku's heirs and lead the way.

Tonatiu only brought two trolls, Zakaze and Zumuran, who were familiar with the local area, only to find that he had brought a large number of retinues with him.

The jungle trolls who lived in the consulate quarter, and even the two Overseers of Gulabash, had only one lantern-carrying retinue.

Although the jungle trolls are divided, Gulabash has also become synonymous with the jungle trolls.

But like Amani, the Gulabash tribe also exists, and is the overlord of the jungle trolls, the most powerful of the clans.

It's just that there are many warlords in the tribe, and they all fight around all day long, and no one obeys anyone.

The Overseers of Gulabash are like this, and the rest of the jungle troll chiefs are all riding a velociraptor alone, holding their own lights.

Tonatiu saw Senkin, who was riding an emaciated velociraptor and knew at a glance that the treatment was normal.

He waved his hand at Senkin, and the troll, who looked smaller than him, was stunned for a moment, but hesitantly leaned over.

"Follow me, come along." Tonathiu said with a smile.

Senjin seemed to hesitate, because the jungle trolls were all looking at him, and there was a different meaning in their eyes.

"Who is this?" The Hex Lord of Zandalar asked curiously beside him.

"He's Senjin of the Darkspear Clan. A very talented young troll, and I'm very optimistic about him. Tonathiu laughed.

"Oh? To be so favored by His Majesty, then he must have some kind of outstanding talent! Lardo glanced at Senjin a few times, and Senjin was a little apprehensive, but a little proud.

This is the Sorcery Lord of Zandalara, a member of the Noble Council of Zanshur!

There will be such treatment, and the wise Senkin also knows why.

He gritted his teeth, his long fangs fluttering twice in the air, and finally he rode the velociraptor to Tonatiu, got off the emaciated velociraptor and patted it away on its own, and followed Tonatiu with the lights, Zakazar and Zumuran.

The two desert trolls gave the jungle trolls a surprised look, and the young Senjin smiled shyly at them.

"Hello." Zachadze said politely.

"Hello." Senkin is still like that, very shy.

Zumuran continued without saying a word.

Tonatiu, who was smiling at all this, shook his head, lamenting his huge changes to the world line, and he was still a little excited to think about it.

This is the father of one of the future Great Chiefs of the Tribe!

Now it's his little brother.

It's a nice feeling.

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