name."

"Joe, Joe Kill."

"identity."

"Your Majesty the Sand King. I am the chief of the Broken Spear Tribe, and I am Jokil."

On the deck of the ship "Sand Walker", Tonatiu looked at the six trolls in front of him. These six trolls were sent by Zakaze, and they were all arranged by Zuljin.

After some inquiries, Tonatiu discovered that they were actually the chiefs of some small troll tribes.

There are six in total, representing six small troll tribes.

Among them, the Broken Spear tribe is the largest. They live near the east coast of Kalimdor, which is what the Kaldorei call the Black Seashore.

This tribe has a troll population of nearly 50,000 to 60,000. It is the most populous tribe among the 6 chief tribes.

The remaining five chiefs, their tribes are all on some small islands in the sea, similar to the Darkspear tribe that will be driven to the sea in the future.

After interrogation, Tonatiu found out that the Broken Spear tribe did not include Jorgil.

The combined population of the other five chiefs' tribes is only about 30,000 trolls.

They are all troll tribes that are as small as possible. They can't even be called tribes. I guess they can only be called clans.

At this time, Woyamba, who had been standing next to him, suddenly said: "Excluding the sailors, our ship can just fit 30,000 trolls if we squeeze it together. However, we may have to lose some supplies.

It will also be quite crowded, so you need to look for supplies on the road.”

Tonatiu turned to look at him.

Voyamba shrugged: "Teacher Zul never does unnecessary things. He arranged for these chiefs to board your fleet, maybe because he wanted you to take them to Tanaris."

Tonatiu clenched his fist, it was really possible.

The small tribes of these five chiefs are all as small as possible.

And the island they live on is halfway on the route from Zandalar to Tanaris.

These small clans cannot even be called tribes. They are at most the size of a village, with only a few thousand trolls, and they all make a living by fishing.

Among the troll tribes that make a living by fishing, the more famous one is the Darkspear tribe.

But they are even more miserable than the Darkspear tribe. The Darkspear tribe will not become one of the important forces of the tribe in the future. It is safer for them to catch fish on the beach of Stranglethorn Valley than on the island.

On such a small island, a big tsunami could wipe out their entire clan.

Big tsunami...

Tonatiu suddenly understood.

A few decades later, wasn't there a huge tsunami near Zandalar?

Maybe

Tonatiu looked at the chiefs.

After thinking for a while, Tonatiu said directly: "I want to take you and your tribe to the Western Continent. I can't refuse!"

Among the five chiefs, one of the braver ones moved his lips.

At this time, the chief of the Broken Spear Tribe, Qiao Keer said: "Your Majesty the Sand King, the Broken Spear Tribe also wants to follow you and is willing to go to your troll kingdom."

"Oh?" Tonatiu looked at him.

The Broken Spear Tribe is willing to surrender, and Tonatiu certainly wants it.

If the Broken Spear Tribe, with a population of 50,000 to 60,000 people, can join him, it will have a greater effect than these little chiefs combined.

But firstly, the Broken Spear tribe is too far away, on the Black Coast. Secondly, the small tribe of several thousand trolls is easy to talk to, but the Broken Spear tribe of tens of thousands of trolls is difficult to win over due to the stubborn temper of the trolls.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Keer took the initiative to say that he wanted to surrender.

"Why?" Tonatiu heard. "The Broken Spear tribe is not a small tribe."

"Three days ago, I had the honor to meet the Prophet." Jokiel said respectfully. "I begged him to make a prophecy for the Broken Spear tribe."

"The Prophet promised me."

"Oh? Tell me, what is Zul's prophecy?" Tonatiu asked.

"Prophet Zul said: There are two roads before Shattered Spear! One leads to the oblivion of the masses, and the other leads to destruction. Doing nothing will lead to destruction. Migration will lead to the oblivion of the masses." Jokiel

Said very confusedly.

Zul, Zul, Zul again!

"It's up to you." Tonatiu felt a little tired, seeing Zul everywhere in front of him, that old guy with silver hair.

He decided to take a rest.

I still have a dull pain in my chest. Although I won't die, I will probably be in pain for a long time.

No matter how strong the recovery power of trolls is, it will still hurt when it should, which means that the pain time may be shorter than that of other races with poor recovery power.

The celebration started last night, and in the morning he was assassinated and Rastakhan fell...

Tonatiu couldn't rest.

He's going to rest for a while.

"Woyamba, arrange a place for me to rest."

"Arcas, Kezira, you guard."

Wake up.

The fleet has left Zandalar.

Tonatiu walked out of the cabin.

Looking up at the countless stars that are eclipsed by the light of Elune, only the blue child can struggle.

The sea breeze was biting and blowing on his face, making him feel cool.

"Your Majesty," Arcas called softly.

"How long has the boat been sailing?"

"After you went to bed, the fleet set off." Arcas said respectfully. "It is midnight now. In a while, Tona will take Tiu's place in the sky."

Tonatiu nodded.

Suddenly, his excellent eyesight made him notice a small figure standing on the captain's observation deck on the bow deck.

Sarah Proudmoore.

Tonatiu walked over curiously. There were some Zandalari sailors on duty around the deck. When they saw him, they saluted him.

Tonatiu responded with the Zandalari naval etiquette he had just learned.

"What are you doing up so late? Miss Proudmoore."

"Eh?! Oh, Mr. Azteca." Sara was stunned for a moment by the appearance of Tonatiu. "Your captain is so irresponsible. At night, he actually skipped duty and went to sleep!"

Woyamba?

Recalling the way Zul was the captain and led the fleet in the game. Although Tonatiu didn't understand Woyamba's specific methods, he also guessed that it might have something to do with the prophet or prophecy.

"Maybe he has his own way." Tonatiu said with a smile.

"How about it? Is there any difference between a troll's ship and a human's ship?"

"Actually, there is no fundamental difference between the two sides except for their operating habits." Sarah said generously. "Kul Tiras has existed for thousands of years, and Zandalari's ships may have existed even longer. After such a long time,

, in fact, it is difficult to maintain secrets and lead in technology.”

"Except for operating habits and appearance, the ships on both sides are essentially the same." Sarah was talking about her understanding.

suddenly.

Tonatiu saw Woyamba emerging from the cabin on the deck below.

"The irresponsible captain woke up. Maybe he knew that the captain found out that he was not working and was worried about punishment!" Sara mocked.

"A princess doesn't have to worry about humans." Woyamba smiled calmly. "Trolls have the way of sailing ships."

"Conducting in a dream?"

"That's the troll way too."

It seems that she and Woyamba have different opinions on how to drive the fleet.

Looking at Sara's bright and beautiful face in the moonlight, I don't want to live a life where only the troll woman can look at her.

But Tonatiu knew the time had come for her to leave.

She can't be allowed to take hundreds of humans to Tanaris.

With Tonatiu's mind and the ignorance of the sand trolls, they might not mind the existence of hundreds of humans. The desert trolls can even accept goblins, let alone hundreds of humans of the same race as their mistress.

.

But humans may not think so. In the human world, trolls have always been synonymous with barbarism and cruelty.
To be continued...