At sunset.

Tonatiu and Modra take a cursory tour of this strange city that looks chaotic but is chaotic and orderly.

It gives Tonatiu a Middle Eastern Somali feel.

The adventurers of all races walking the streets, except for the goblins themselves.

He dared to pack a ticket, at least five out of ten were pirates, three were outlaws, one could be a bandit, and the last one might not be a lawbreaker but wouldn't be a good guy either.

The autobiography of the Earth forms the cycle of day and night, and although it is not the Earth, Azeroth is also a sphere, and everyone has the alternation of day and night.

The mountains and deserts in the distance have turned golden in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the towers, city walls, and simple buildings make the immersed Tonatiu a little distracted.

Finally, the last glimmer of light disappeared from the horizon, and Tonatiu lay on a bed that was extraordinarily wide.

Next to her, there was a sweet snoring Modra, who had been working very hard these days. Part of it was because of the hurry, and part of it was because of the greed of Tonatyu.

After staying in the best hotel in Garkison, taking a bath with magic, and playing with Tonatiou's sideburns for a while, he couldn't help but fall asleep.

Lulu lay on the floor of the living room of the inn room, his eyes brightly studying a piece of iron ball, a goblin grenade grenade with gunpowder removed, which Tonatiu had bought for him to play with from the goblin director, the guide.

The Aeolian pterosaur was stored in the goblin's mount and camel animal management office, and the management fee of two silver coins per day and the food fee had to be paid first.

If the time for payment is up, and the owner does not take it back or forgets it, the ownership of it will belong to the goblin according to the contract.

God knows if those little men saw such a big Aeolian pterodactyl and wanted to do something so that Tonatiu couldn't get it back.

Tonatiu lay on his back on the bed in the hotel and touched Modra's fair cheeks, who muttered and turned away and pointed his slender waist, smooth back, and little buttocks at him.

"Don't make a fuss about ......Tonatiu"

"Let me sleep!"

Like a little girl, Tonatiu smiled distractedly. He turned to stare at the lace-laced bed net, not knowing what he was thinking, his fingers unconsciously stroking the wooden texture on the head of the bed......

For the cost of 10 silver coins a night, he and Modra stayed in the best hotel in Garkison.

There is a living room with bedrooms, and a dedicated area for bathing. However, if you need water for bathing, you will need to pay for it extra.

As a city in the desert.

The thing that is most lacking is definitely water.

There were no gold or silver coins on Tonatiu's body, but the mage girl was obviously a little rich woman, and as soon as she made a move, she was a gold coin of Dalaran and covered this room for ten days.

The night outside the slightly open window of Gazison carried a touch of tranquility and mystery, and the dim candlelight at the entrance of the hotel illuminated the stone road within ten meters.

Outside the lights, the whole town was immersed in darkness, save for the sound of the organ from the bar downstairs and the loud clamor of drunk people.

Tonatiu couldn't sleep in bed, it was probably the first time he had left Angolo Crater so far, and he wasn't used to goblin hotels, and he didn't recognize the bed a little.

Instead, Modra slept soundly.

He didn't want to toss her up.

Tonatius whispered to Etiyès, who was placed next to her, "Take good care of her, I'll go down." ”

The Guardian Staff "buzzed" as if to promise him.

Tonatiu smiled and got out of bed, he walked to the living room and explained to Lulu, who had lost interest in the Tin Grenade on the floor, and asked him to help take care of Modra.

Then I got up and went downstairs, a little excited to experience the nightlife of Azeroth.

Walking slowly down the narrow staircase, the noise of noise, alcohol orders, and arguments came to the face, and the people who lingered in the bar at this time were mostly adventurers and outlaws, all of whom were at the bottom of the biological chain, and there was no tomorrow today.

The composition of these "people" is complex, their race is dominated by goblins, mixed with other races, it is not unusual for the minotaur to fight with the trolls, don't you see the gnolls gambling with humans on the other side?

With a wooden table, a bench, and a glass of beer with the smell of wheat, Tonatiu finally tasted what Zutona didn't have, beer!

He savored the taste of all-natural beverages, and tasted the taste of alcoholic beverages that had been absent for a long time.

The taste is a little lighter than that of the earth, and the alcohol taste is very light. But it's fragrant, the wheat aroma is strong, and it tastes a bit like a combination of sparkling wine and pure draft beer.

Very nice drink.

"Hey, young man, though a bartender shouldn't inquire about the identity of a guest! But your looks make me curious. Brother, you're from Zendalar or Northrend too? The bartender rubbed the wooden glass as he walked in front of Tonatiu.

The bartender was a male troll, with a deep face, rough brownish-green skin, and criss-crossing scars, one of which crawled on his face, as if the centipede had come to life, and he seemed to be very fierce and violent, more outlaws like pirates than like bartenders.

The most conspicuous thing was his supposed thick fangs, one of which had been broken from the corner of his mouth, and one had been broken in half, making it look a bit like Tonatiu's fangs.

Tonatiu's current appearance is not a desert troll at all, although it can still be seen as a troll, but more like a frost troll and a Zandalar troll.

Tonatiu also wanted to chat, and it had been almost two years since he had traveled, and the people he had been chatting with were pitifully poor.

Aside from the Zutona trolls, it seems that only Modra, Egwen, and Naboa have spoken to each other.

Among them, Egwen and Naboya are still the ones who fight to the death with him and don't have a few words.

"Hey! Inquiring about the privacy of your guests, it's not like the job a bartender should do! He smiled and looked at the troll in front of him, the troll bartender spoke a very authentic troll language, and was not much shorter than him.

"I'm from Zandalara." The troll bartender stared at Tonatiu curiously, reporting to himself in advance, "I thought you were also a brother from Zandalara. Sorry, you don't look like it. ”

Zandalar trolls?

No wonder he's so tall and tall, but it's a bit weird that a Zandalar troll runs into a goblin city to work as a bartender.

There should be some unknown past, and if you write it down in detail, it will probably be a popular adventure story in the human kingdom.

Unfortunately, Tonatiu was not interested, he was not an adventurer or a bard. I'm not interested in adventure stories that aren't my own.

Tonatiu is interested in Zandalara.

The Zandalar in the game is familiar to him. In reality, he didn't know anything about Zandalar except the Zandalar Islands in the Endless Sea.

The Sand Blood tribe has poor sources, at most knows some information about Zulfarak and Gakison, and the tentacles have never left the Great Desert.

"Can you talk to me about Zandalara? That's where our troll wise men and sages are, and I'm curious......"

As he spoke, Tonatiu pulled out a few silver coins, which Modra had placed on him, so that the dignified Lord of Zutona would not have even a little pocket money.

He tossed the silver coin on the table, the shiny color reflected the fire more hazy, and there was a moving power, and the bartender cracked open and laughed, and threw the silver coin into the cash box.

Turned around and opened a dozen beers and placed them neatly in front of Tonatiu, and made a gesture of invitation: "Let's talk while drinking." ”

Tonathiu smiled and made a gesture of please.

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