The valley outside of Zulfarak is about to become an airship port. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as the goblin airship landed, a large number of Sandfury mentally handicapped people stepped forward, who were responsible for loading and unloading the cargo.

Kazik also saw a beautiful figure in the crowd, it was the Terran girl Taresa.

The traverser looked at the elf girl beside him with a slight weakness, "How do you explain this?" ’

Clueless, Kazik scratched his head, 'Let him go.' Taresa and the elf girl should be able to talk. After all, they can be said to be sympathetic. ’

Can you talk about it? Freemasonry? They're all girls who were robbed by the Troll Chief!

Lord Qingtian, rob the people's daughter!

The traverser said, 'I've cut down the Gazriela that the Sandfury Trolls worshipped, it's a demigod!' Comparatively speaking, robbing people's daughters is not a problem. ’

Before Kazik could speak to Taressa, he was intercepted by the Sandwalker Sur, who had heard the news.

"Chief, come here."

Suer's face was full of joy that could not be concealed.

"Huh? What kind of good thing is it that even the always calm sand walker is so impatient? ”

"Chief, when you are on your way, arrange for me to divide the cooked Lorantam potato wedges among some of the people."

As soon as Kazik heard that this was about those troll people who had some intellectual problems, he was not calm.

"Oh, tell me about it. How? ”

"Excellent!" "I have chosen a few people who are intellectually deficient, and as you commanded, arrange for them to eat Lorentam potato wedges every day. Until yesterday, we found that the intelligence of the mentally retarded Sandfury has improved significantly! ”

Zumulaun, the witch doctor who came with Sur, was also full of excitement. These elite spellcasters of the Sandfury tribe once looked down on the humble sweet potatoes. Now, Lorntam has conquered all trolls with his mighty effects.

"Chief Kazik, those sweet potatoes, the Shanu tribe need more Lorntam sweet potatoes."

It is impossible for a stupid race to be on top of the world of Azeroth.

Because of the harsh living conditions in the Tanaris Desert, there are many intellectually deficient members of the Sandfury tribe. Mentally handicapped, it's a shameful term. It seems that among the many branches of the Troll Clan, there are also such clansmen in the Sandfury Clan. Now, Kazik has found a crop that can significantly improve the intelligence of his people, so how can the trolls not be excited, and how can the sand fury not go crazy.

"Chief, we need more, and with the help of these Lorentam chunks, the Sand Fury will be even stronger."

As a traverser, Kazik knows that foods that make people smart, strong, beautiful, and even aphrodisiac will drive all earthlings crazy.

Didn't someone say that if cockroaches can aphrodisiac, the men of the earth can eat those little strong into protected species.

Sand Fury mentally retarded people are strong enough that they just need to become intellectually passable. Trolls have nothing to do with pretty. Impotence? Kazik may need...

"Okay, we're going to increase the planting of those sweet potatoes. Zul Falak has no shortage of water for the time being, the only trouble is that we don't have enough Angolo dirt. ”

"Dirt? Chief, wouldn't it be nice to let Sandal dig more in Angolo. ”

"Hey, Sur, I asked Sandar to get the Angolo dirt, it's not something you can get easily. Angolo soil is fertile, and it can also provide ample nutrients to plants in the barren desert. Ordinary dirt can't do it. ”

"What then? Chief, the scale of cultivation now is simply not enough for the consumption of the clansmen. ”

After pacifying the Sandwalker and Zumuran, Kazik also fell into deep thought.

'Loron Tamm sweet potatoes, and all of Azeroth is the only one that produces the Hammer of Doom. The Hammer of Doom is also a city founded by the elves in ancient times, which should be the crops cultivated by those upper elves. The elves of the Hammer of Doom? Sindra? ’

The traverser didn't know if his guess was correct, and he only learned about it occasionally in the game.

Then let the Goddock ogre help collect more sweet potatoes. Seamount Jihad, well, just let the Stonehammer Ogre act as cannon fodder. ’

Kazik has been traveling for a long time, and now he has a lot of business to deal with. Gradually, the traverser began to get irritable, 'Lao Tzu is a warrior, you told me to use my brain?' ’

A warrior can use his hands and resolutely not move his mouth, and it is even more troublesome to use his brain. Mouthful? Warcry?

The Troll Chief simply quit and blamed Sur the Sandwalker on all these things. Sur is loyal enough, and Kazik is confident that he has the strength to suppress anyone in his tribe who is ready to fight.

Unfortunately, not long after he walked out, the Troll Chief stopped him by Basra the Wind Trap. He can't stop for a moment.

"Basra, what are you looking for me?"

The old troll shaman stopped Kazik, which the troll chief didn't pay attention to. Basra can capture the energy essence of those powerful elements, which will be an important part of the Traverser's plan.

"Chief Kazik, these days, I've taken a closer look at the ancient slate of the Sandfury tribe. Me, Sur the Sandwalker, and Sinsala, the Sandcaller, we successfully completed the voodoo ritual that helped you take the power of Gazrila. Those wind elementals are different from animal spirits, and that voodoo ritual may not be enough to capture the energy essence of the powerful wind elemental. ”

The Wind Chaser's words silenced Kazik for a while.

"If it's just capturing the weak wind elementals, I don't need those voodoo rituals to complete. But, Chief Kazik, your ultimate goal is Orakir the Wind Rider. We need to be more prepared. ”

"Well, then, Basra, what do you mean?"

"I need to understand the strength of the Wind Elemental Lord, as well as his weaknesses, and only after a detailed understanding can I calculate what kind of voodoo ritual I need to use to capture Orakill's energy essence."

Olakiel was once nicknamed 'O'Trash' by gamers. Olakir weak? No. At the end of the Dark Empire, Orakir was defeated by the combination of Torim, Lydon, and Hodir. The remaining three Elemental Lords were only repelled by the combined efforts of the two Titan Guardians. Of course, the strength of an Elemental Lord cannot be measured only by the number of enemies, but at least the strength of Orakir the Wind Rider can be known from one side.

"This, Basra, Orakir are banished to the wall of the sky, and the barriers between the wind elemental plane and the real world are not something we mortals can break through." Kazik said this, with a clear pause, his voice very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

"The Wind Rider can't break through the barriers of the elemental plane, but Azeroth now has a powerful Wind Lord."

"Chief Kazik, who is it?"

"Sunderland the Wind Chaser. Well, no, this Prince of the Wind is now in captivity. Want to know the strength and weakness of the Wind Lord, hey Basra, we can go to those who know enough about the wind element. ”

Basra looked at the troll chieftain, confused.

"There's a guy who knows more about the Wind Lord, Basra, and he's the one we're looking for." Kazik's gaze looked to the west of Tanaris, "Demytien, he is in Silisus. ”

Demetien joined the Twilight Hammer in his early years, and he has lived in seclusion in the Crystal Valley of Silitsus. A powerful Twilight cultist, he has mastered the secret art of pacifying and controlling the violent air elemental in the area. Demition doesn't have any grudges against the Sandfury Trolls, but unfortunately, the Traveler has taken a fancy to the knowledge of the wind elemental in his mind.

It was another quiet morning, and Demitien, as usual, began to study the Elemental Secret Method, and he wanted to save the Lord of the Wind from Ragnaros, the Fire Elemental King.

Zerelis has done a good job in the Wind Nest, and the Wyvern has been able to be used as a means of transportation for the Sandfury to control with confidence. The Troll Chieftain, the Wind Catcher, and Kazik also brought the witch doctor Zumuran, a group of three, and they bypassed the Night Elves' stronghold in Silisus and headed directly for the Crystal Valley. The traverser knows the way.

"Strangers?"

The Twilight cultists are alerted by the wind elementals around them, and someone has broken into the valley.

Three huge bipedal dragons caught Demitian's eye.

"Trolls?" The Twilight Cultist didn't let his guard down, he had secretly prepared powerful magic. The Twilight Cult is not a peaceful organization, they can be said to be the enemy of the world.

"Stop, stranger, this is not the place for you to come."

"Ha, I'm sorry, human, I'm looking for someone." Kazik's face was relaxed, completely oblivious to the nervous look on the Twilight cultist in front of him.

"I'm looking for Demitian, heh, you should be, human."

Hearing his name come out of the troll in front of him, Demitien was about to take the opportunity to attack, but he held back.

"I am Demitian. What are you looking for from me, troll? We don't know each other. ”

"Okay. What a faux pas. My name is Kazik, the chief of the Shanu tribe. I want the knowledge of the wind element in your mind, and we can talk about it, for example, the Prince of the Wind, Sunderland the Wind Chaser. ”

Demitian's eyes exploded, and his heart was even more turbulent. The troll in front of him knew such a secret rumor!

"Die!"

The Twilight cultists roared, and the magic that had been prepared suddenly activated, and a powerful cloud of shadow elementals struck at the Troll Chieftain.

"Chief Kazik!"

"Be careful!"

"Humph!" Kazik didn't even shake, his body just stood upright, unguarded. The shadow magic dissipated the moment it came into contact with the Troll Chief, and it didn't do any damage to him, not even the corners of his clothes.

"No!"

"This."

"What is this?"

Ignoring the astonishment of the three casters, Kazik swept over a skull in his backpack, the magic in the cranial cavity dimmed considerably, and it resisted Demitian's magic. Tyrande's head, magic immunity!

'Well, the mana is dim and takes a long recovery time. ’

Demitian's heart was so shaken that he turned and ran.

"Huh, you want to escape?" Kazik took out the flogger, "Your attitude is very unfriendly! ”

The Troll Chief's body was like a gust of wind, and it instantly rushed behind the Twilight Cultists to intercept it.

"Leave it for me!"

Feeling the slashing of weapons behind him, Demitian's soul was furious.

"Nope! Yes! ”

Kazik's slash directly severed the legs and feet of the fleeing human, breaking tendons. No, it's a severed limb!

"Oh, Demition, I really like the knowledge in your head."

Rubbing his ears, the Twilight cultists howled too loudly.

"If you don't cooperate, I can't help it, I just need the knowledge in your head." Kazik's face was grim, and his words were full of cold chills, "No one cares if you live or die. Zumulain. ”

"Yes, Chief."

"I want to know everything that is in Demytien's mind, that he is yours."

"As you wish."

"No!"