Said to go back to Zutona.

Tonatiu was not in a hurry to go back immediately.

The war between the trolls and the bugs, in his planning, ended a month ago.

That's not a war at all, it can only be regarded as a round war, and the trolls unilaterally fight and train the bugs.

The trolls are well prepared, and there is the help of experts like Kadore, and the guidance of the Kadore Observation Group.

The bugs moved, but they didn't expect the trolls to attack them.

In this situation, without the leadership of the Qila worms, there are not many elite xenomorphs who are not vulnerable to attack in front of the formed legions.

If it weren't for the fact that the trolls didn't dare to go deep into the hive, they would even be able to destroy the nest of corruption.

National events are being sacrificed in Rong.

This sums up the best way to the theocratic state, and there's no doubt that the current desert trolls are the kind of polity.

Or rather, trolls and cadores are both of these regimes.

Rong refers to war, military troops, military drills, and so on.

Sacrifice to...... Tonatiu himself pretended to be a prophet and a god, and he could solve it alone.

So now the desert trolls don't have any major issues at all except for farming and construction.

Anyway, Modra hasn't come back yet.

Going back to Zutona too early is also to take care of all kinds of chores, which he can do well when he is outside and Zangar.

With this in mind, he decided to take it easy, inspecting the trolls' new towns all the way and slowly returning to Zutona.

From Zutiu, Tonatiu took the Titan Trolls, Hisali and a few druids who were going back to Modrasin, and a few goblin mages hired from the Hot Sand Company, to Zuzangar, the nearest place.

Traveling in the desert is not a pleasant thing.

Luckily, everyone is not an ordinary person, druids can change into birds, goblin mages have their own aerial mounts, and Tonatiu can let Lulu bring the Titan Trolls.

The journey alone is not hard.

From the air, it takes more than three hours to get from Zutiu to Zuzangal.

If Tonatiu had ridden Lulu alone, he would have been able to reach it in an hour with the speed of the dragon's furious flight.

Zuzangar was built in the Gobi Desert, bordered by a huge hill to the north, and the city was built just below the hill.

There are now more than 20,000 trolls in the area, all of them desert trolls from Zulfarak. More than 10,000 jungle trolls are expected to migrate later, plus a possible multiplication.

Over time, it will grow into a troll city with a population of about 100,000.

This is a huge pressure on the endless spring water that can only sustain the drinking capacity of about 20,000 trolls every day.

Tonatiu came here with the idea of solving this problem.

That's right.

He already has a solution.

It was about noon.

Zuzangal.

A small sandstorm has struck Zuzangal, and only the trolls and goblins of Tanaris can feel it.

The hot air that originates in the depths of the Tanaris Desert rises and combines with the cold air in the sky to form a storm that sweeps through the desert and rolls up a large amount of wind and sand, giving a very bad experience to the creatures in the desert.

The sky was gray, you couldn't see your fingers, and the dust was falling on your skin and clothes, and even trolls couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

No trolls wanted to go out at this time, but a team walked through a powerful sandstorm in damn weather.

"Damn it. This kind of weather is really unpleasant for goblins! The shrill voice of the hired Hot Sand Company employee, Goblin Mage Rose, echoed through the sandstorm.

"It's not just goblins. So do we. A broad voice rang out. If we had known that there was such a big sandstorm, we should have stayed in Zutiu for a little longer. ”

"Ah, Your Majesty! I don't mean to dislike your orders! I'm just complaining about the damn weather! But the goblin mage said.

"Who isn't? Luckily, it's arrived. ”

In the gray sandstorm, Tonatiu looked out at the humble gate of Zuzangar not far away.

Sandstorms are common in deserts, especially in August and September, when air convection is intense.

In the old days, the trolls would have either hid in Zulfarak or shivered in a camp in the desert.

Now that there is an oasis, the oasis is significantly more resistant to sandstorms than the original camp.

The trees can block most of the wind and sand, and the trolls hiding in them eat some sand at most.

"Huh?"

Walk towards the gates of a new town.

In the desert air, which smelled faintly of ozone, Tonatyiu smelled blood.

"What's going on? Why are there no guards? Even if it's a sandstorm, you have to send someone to guard the door! He approached the gate of Zuzangar in displeasure.

Soon, he knew why there were no troll guards at the door.

And why does there smell of blood in the air.

At the humble doorway of Zuzangar lay the dead bodies of three trolls on the ground, and by the time Tonatiu arrived, they were almost buried by the wind and sand.

Enemy attack?

In addition to goblins and bandits, there are only trolls in the desert. Goblins and bandits should not have the courage to attack a troll town with a population of more than 20,000.

Civil strife?

It's possible.

It has only been about half a year since Zulfarak surrendered to Zutona, and the migration and integration work has been completed one after another in the past six months.

But even so, some confusion may not be completely avoided.

Although the Shanu tribe has been scattered, they are also a large tribe with a long history and a population of nearly 100,000.

It is also possible that some sand furious trolls are unconvinced and secretly do things.

"Wow! Dead trolls! The hired goblin mage leaned over to check, and he said with experience, "I have been dead for about two hours, my neck has been slit, my throat has been slashed, and my heart has been stabbed - this kind of injury, even a troll can't save it." ”

Tonatiu had a calm face: "Can you tell who killed it?" ”

"Your Majesty, you're just embarrassing me. I'm not a detective, how could I ......," the goblin mage said, examining the wound. "Wait, I know the traces of this weapon. I hate to say it, but they're goblins' favorite weapons. ”

"Goblins?"

"That's right." The goblin mage of the Hot Sand Company furrowed his ugly eyebrows. "The wound marks look like they're caused by the goblins' favorite poke-knife-shaped daggers. But...... It doesn't make sense! Garkison knows that you can't mess with it. Listen, I'm not trying to shirk it. But the goblins of Garkison can't dare to do this to the trolls! ”

"Get in!" Tonatiu walked briskly into Zuzangal.

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