The hut looked small, but it was deep inside, and Unas and the two were taken to a small room in the back room, which seemed to be the master's dining place, and a few fruits were randomly placed on a round table in the center of the room.

"You don't have to be polite to the fruits here, the master is treating the patient in front, you wait a while, I'll come when I go." Yeyue dropped this sentence and disappeared in the doorway.

Unas and Beryl were not polite people, and they hadn't eaten fresh fruit for a long time, and a few apples and oranges on the table were swept away by the two of them.

Unas burped contentedly, worthy of being the guardian of nature, the druid's fruit was so sweet.

There was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the door, and the two of them thought that the Oak Leaf Master was coming, so they hurriedly stood up to greet them, and a tall shadow appeared at the door, followed by a troll?

Unas subconsciously protected Beryl behind him, and with a thought, a silver hammer emitting a dazzling white light appeared between his hands, he lowered his body, pointed the hammer head at the troll, and made a fighting stance.

Trolls are mortal enemies of humanity, and along the way he has seen how the soldiers treat their captives.

All 103 troll captives had their thumbs cut off so that they could not use their strength even if they were armed, and the heaviest supplies were tied to their backs, and they had to wear special short anklets to prevent them from running too fast.

The troll who appeared at the doorway of the room slowly raised his hands to show that there was no hostility, and he seemed surprised that there were other people in the room.

Unas then took a closer look at the enemy in front of him, and the troll's skin was light yellow, and the troll captives he saw were all green.

Look at the thumb on the troll's raised palm, and the costume on his body is strange but neat, definitely not like an escaped captive.

"Take it easy, young lad, I'm not your enemy." The troll spoke slowly, his voice very gentle.

Unas wondered how a free-roaming troll could be tolerated in this stronghold dominated by human dwarven elves?

"Who are you?"

"Like you, paladin, I am also a servant of the Light." The troll replied.

"This joke isn't funny at all, a troll who believes in the Light?" Unas said this, but his heart was a little shaken, "Also, I am a paladin, but I am not a servant of the Holy Light. ”

The troll's palm lit up with white light, and Unas could clearly feel that the white light and the holy energy infused with the silver hammer in his hand came from the same source, this guy didn't lie, he was really a holy light believer!

Unas lowered his weapon, but did not let his guard down, and asked hesitantly, "What are you doing here?" ”

"A regular visit to an old friend," the troll lowered his hands as well, "that is, Master Oak Leaf." ”

Trolls can be friends with Night Elves? The two clans didn't seem to be very friendly, but he was able to come directly to this small parlor, and it seemed that he was indeed a friend of Oak Leaf, and Unas was at a loss for a moment.

"May I sit down?" The troll took two steps forward, as if trying to find a place at the round table.

"Please." Unas pulled Beryl back into the corner, keeping her distance from the trolls.

"Hehe, you don't have to be so hostile to me, I'm a desert troll, from the Thanaris desert on the other side of the Endless Sea," the troll pulled out his chair and sat down, "and those green forest trolls of Amani who have a thousand years of hatred for humans have nothing to do with me. ”

This guy is trying his best to get rid of his hatred with humans, is he a troll?

Zulfarak in Tanaris is a huge copy of a troll, and Unas has brushed it countless times, and the trolls there seem to be yellow-skinned, but whether they are yellow-skinned or green-skinned, trolls are always dangerous creatures for humans.

He asked suspiciously, "What are you doing in Lordaeron, a desert troll, who has traveled so far across the ocean?" ”

The troll blinked, "The world is so big, I want to see it." ”

“……”

At this time, there were footsteps outside the door again, and this time the main lord finally arrived, Holsa-Oak was a typical druid, half a head taller than Wendy Nightmoon behind him, holding an oak staff covered with green leaves, and the green hair on his face made people only see half of his face, and his eyes radiated a gentle and wise light.

Seeing the scene in the room, the druid didn't know what was going on, and he laughed: "Old friends and new friends are together, and this is the most pleasant day I've had in recent times. ”

The druid's laughter softened the stiff atmosphere in the room, and he beckoned to the two who were standing, "This is Mr. Unas, and Miss Beryl, please take a seat." ”

"Master Oak Leaf." Unas pulled Beryl into a slight bow to the druid, then smiled apologetically at the troll, and the two of them returned to the table and sat down.

"Wendy, go get some more fruit." Oak looked at the fruit bowl with only a few pits left on the table, and smiled gently at Beryl: "These fruits are from a few fruit trees that I have cultivated with seeds brought from the Black Sea, I wonder how much of the taste from my hometown has been preserved?" ”

"Ten points!" Beryl gave a thumbs up with both hands.

"Hahahaha!" The druid's laughter almost burst through the roof.

Unas tried to resist the urge to roll his eyes, and the little girl casually complimented her, and looked at the joy of your old thing, and all the wise and gentle eyes disappeared.

The troll reminded Oak Leaf twice, and the druid said, "I haven't introduced you yet, this is Sabra Hex, don't be afraid, he is a troll who has converted to the Light, and has been pardoned by His Excellency the Ember Bringer, so you can treat him as a human civilian." ”

The troll tells his story slowly, claiming to be a witch doctor of a small tribe whose tribe was annexed during a civil war of desert trolls, and he wanders around unwilling to surrender.

When he crossed the ocean to Lordaeron, the Scourge War broke out, and he had to take refuge in the Far Mountain Monastery, which had been abandoned by the war, and the vast number of Holy Light texts in the monastery library fascinated him.

He wholeheartedly comprehended the way of the Holy Light, and one day the Light answered his prayers, and a new world opened up before him, and he did not hesitate to devote himself to it, dreaming of becoming a holy priest by himself.

However, when the defeated human army entered the monastery, he was rightfully captured as an enemy of desecration of the Holy Land, and he desperately pleaded that he was a devout follower of the Light, but no human would believe him.

Fortunately, Alexandre Mograini sensed the power of light in the troll's body, and despite everyone's opposition, he pardoned the troll's capital crime and simply banished him.

Rather than abandon the Light faith because of the humiliation, Hex became more religious, and he came to the Poison Spider Canyon and became the first person to open up this stronghold.

Silver Dawn then chose to settle the people of the tribes who had been expelled by Abydis, and the troll was a good healer as a novice holy priest and a veteran witch doctor, and the people gradually accepted the friendly and strange troll.

And being able to become friends with Master Oak Leaf is also due to the two of them sharing a common love for medicinal herbs and a sympathy for both healers.

After listening to his story, Unas's doubts deepened, what kind of spirit is a troll who traveled thousands of miles across the endless sea to the war-torn city of Lordaeron and took the cause of the Holy Light as his own? This is the spirit of international harmony!

Could he be the legendary noble, pure, moral, detached from the lowly tastes, for the benefit of the people?

Fool it!