If there is one troll among the trolls that Tonathiu admires, it may only be Zur.

Rastaha was ambitious in the early stage, but he really couldn't be called a bright monarch in the later stage.

Malak, the Frost King, was also a character, but—I don't know if it was his big butterfly's fault, or the world's fault, Malak had now turned into a disgusting pool of blood.

The young Princess Tarangi, she is still young, and what she has done in the game cannot be described as a great achievement.

But at least in the end, Zandalar was saved, even if he became a vassal of the tribe, at least he was able to keep Zandalar alive.

From the side of the other races of Azeroth, from the side of the Zandalar royal family, what the Prophet Zur did in the future was certainly not right.

But from the standpoint of ordinary trolls, and even spread to all trolls, what Zur did was not for the living space of trolls.

It's just that he found the wrong master.

Moreover, the national policy of assisting ordinary trolls in Zandalar was also insisted on by Zur and persuaded Rastaha to carry it out.

Look at the other members of the Council of Zanshur who are either vying for power or treating the other trolls as inferior creatures.

Tonatiu remembers the first time he met the Prophet Zur in the game, and the old guy spoke mysteriously, but with a friendly attitude.

And the horde players go to Zandalar for the first time in the game, if they don't complete the pre-quest and go to Zanshur.

All the NPC conversations along the way are "I don't talk to untouchables" and "This is not yours." Leave, untouchables! "This is not the place you should be! "Untouchables, get out of here! Such discriminatory words.

The priests of Loa spoke in a more arrogant tone than the haughty Queldore.

In the entire Zandalar Empire, only Princess Tarangi and Prophet Zur had a better attitude towards the players at first.

Ridiculously Zur is also a defining villain in the game.

Attention returns to reality.

After exchanging pleasantries with Tonatyiu, Zur didn't say anything more to Tonatityudo, but smiled and said, "May the god Loa protect you." ”

"May the god Loa protect you." Tonatiu replied.

The Prophet Zur said no more, and followed Rastaha, walking toward the twisted and tangled clots of blood and mist.

At this time, Lal walked up, and Tonatiu, who had dealt with him the most, said apologetically, "I'm sorry. Your Excellency, it's a bit of a mess. But it's just a few minor issues, and the Blood Trolls won't get their way. ”

"It's fine." Tonatiu nodded, gesturing at the military power of the Zendalar trolls who had already chopped a hellfire to pieces, "I feel safe with them." ”

"Zandala endures forever!" Ral said proudly, and followed Zur and Rastaha as well.

A young Zandalar troll priestess in sumptuous costumes and with a golden velocidal dragon skull on her head walked by, looking curiously at Tonatiu.

Tonatiu smiled politely at her, and she paused for a moment, then gave him a smile back.

At this moment, a Zandalar female priestess with a gloomy face, equally gorgeous costumes, and a gray aura exuded from her whole body walked over.

"Don't mess with trouble in Zandalara." She didn't look at Tonatiu, said such an inexplicable remark, and walked straight over.

Tonatiu frowned.

A few more trolls walked by, but they never spoke to Tonatiu or crossed paths.

It's as if he didn't exist.

That look, just like the ministers of the Huaxia Celestial Empire on the earth, facing the barbarian chieftains who came to pay tribute, they almost turned their noses to the sky.

Saratas whispered, "Ha! Looks like your status among trolls is really low! ”

Tonathiu didn't speak.

But he's actually very unhappy.

"Don't worry." Saratas was unexpectedly comforting, and said a nice word, "Follow me." They will beg you. ”

Tonatyiu: "??? ”

"Follow along. Listen to me. Salatas said again.

After all, Miss Old God was well-informed, and Tonatiu endured the unhappiness of being ignored, and followed these noble Zandalar nobles to the edge of the blood-colored mist.

Not to mention the pitiful hellfires that fell into the sea of trolls not far away, their demise was already a foregone conclusion.

The magic circle of blood trolls here, hundreds of corpses of trolls are entangled in it, and in a short period of time, they have melted into blood clots, and the dirty blood seems to have life, crawling in a serpentine shape inside the magic circle.

Rastaha stood at the edge of the circle, the blood-colored mist in front of him, and he couldn't help but reach in.

As soon as his strong and huge arms came into contact with those blood-colored mist, they turned into a sound of "huh-la" where water and fire met.

Where Rastaha touched the mist, it was so corroded that there were wounds, and the skin began to fall, looking horrible and disgusting.

"Your Majesty. This is the Sacrificial Circle of Blood Trolls. Ancestor Zur said beside him. It requires more than 30 senior blood god sacrifices to die at the same time, and then sacrifice with special magic blades to launch a terrifying evil art. It's hard to deal with. ”

"Zur. My Tarangi! Rastaha growled. She's still in there! Get her out, get her out! Otherwise, Tana will die of grief! ”

Hearing him say the name of the Queen of God, Zur reluctantly replied, "Your Majesty." As you know, Her Royal Highness should be fine for the time being. His Majesty Lezan's power sheltered her. ”

"I know!" Rastaha was a little grumpy. "If she wasn't safe for the time being, I would have rushed in!"

It turned out that in the center of the blood-colored mist, among the twisted and tangled blood clots and sewage, there was a place that emitted a golden light, and a small round shroud was there.

As a member of Zandalara's royal family, as long as she is in Zandalara, the power of Lezan, the guardian of kings, will automatically protect her.

"You guys! Sacrifices! Save her, I command you! Rastaha roared." Get her out! Yazma! Ral! Iloti! Duval! Rooster! Whoever it is, save her! ”

"Your Majesty! Please don't worry. "The sacrifice of Loa Hilik the bat, Duval felt that this was a good opportunity to increase Loa's influence in Zandalara, and he stepped forward and said:

"His Majesty Cirik will bring Princess Tarangi back safely."

"Then let me see the power of His Majesty Ciric!" Rastaha growled.

"Okay!"

Duvall agreed, stepped forward and stood in front of the blood-colored mist, holding his breath and closing his eyes to call on the power of the cunning god he believed in.

A large bat figure appeared behind the Zanshur Councillor, and the power of the Zandala bat Loashirik descended, and he screamed and pounced on the blood-colored mist, then ...... And then...... And then...... His shadow melted into the blood-colored mist.

Rastaha and Zanshur looked at him coldly, and Duval was stunned for a moment, and said with some embarrassment:

"Your Majesty is too far from here, I'll try again!"

He continued to call on the power of the bat Loashilik, and a larger bat phantom formed behind him.

But a scene that made Duvall embarrassed happened, and the phantom of the bat Loa, which was getting bigger and bigger, actually spoke in the air.

His voice rang out in the air: "Duval! Stop it! Do you want to feed my power to the gods of the corpse dealers?! ”

And then......

The figure of the bat Loahirik disappeared automatically, leaving Duval, who was so embarrassed that he wanted to convert, and the other councillors of Zandjur who gloated next to him.

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