Said he was going back to Zutona.

Tonatiu was not in a hurry to go back immediately.

The war between the trolls and the bugs was over in his plan a month ago.

That is not a war at all, it can only be considered a round battle, a troll's unilateral rotation battle against insects and training.

The trolls are well prepared, and there are experts like Kadore who have helped him from now on, and there are guidance from the Kadore observation team.

The bugs were moving, but they never thought that the trolls would attack them.

When one grows and another disappears, without the leader of the Qilazeng people, there are not many elite alien insects that are vulnerable to the established legion.

If the trolls hadn't dared to go deep into the insect nest now, they could even destroy the corrupt nest.

National affairs are in the military and sacrifice.

This is the best summary of the theocracy. There is no doubt that the desert trolls are the current political system.

Or in other words, the trolls and Cardore are both such political systems.

Rong naturally refers to war, military forces, military drills, etc.

Sacrifice...Tonatiu himself acts as a prophet and a god, and he can solve it alone.

So now, except for farming and construction, the desert trolls have nothing to do.

Modra hasn't come back anyway.

When Zutona went back too early, he was also dealing with various chores. He was outside, and Zangal and the others could do a good job.

With this idea in mind, he decided to move forward leisurely, inspect the new towns of various trolls, and slowly return to Zutona.

Starting from Zutiu, Tonatiu took the Titan Trolls, Hisari and a few druids who were going back to Modrasin, as well as several goblin mages hired from the Hot Sand Company to go to Zuzangar, the nearest one.

Traveling in the desert is not a pleasant thing.

Fortunately, no one is ordinary, druids can turn into birds, goblin wizards have their own air mounts, and Tonatiu can let Luru bring Titan Trolls with him.

A simple journey is not hard.

If you pass through the air, you can reach Zuzangar from Zutiwu in more than three hours.

If Tonatiu came alone on Luru, he could even reach an hour with the violent flight speed of the Dragon.

Zuzangar is built in a Gobi Desert, and the city is built under the hills.

There are now about 20,000 trolls placed here, all of which are Zulfarak's desert trolls. It is also expected that more than 10,000 jungle trolls will be migrated later, plus the possible population to reproduce.

In time, this place will develop into a troll city with a population of about 100,000.

This puts great pressure on endless spring water that can only maintain about 20,000 trolls drinking and using.

Tonatiu came here and also had the idea of ​​solving this problem.

That's right.

He already has a solution.

About noon.

Zuzangar.

A large dust storm attacked Zuzangarh, and only the trolls and goblins of Tanaris could experience it.

The rise of the hot air originating from the deep Tanalis Desert, combined with the warm and cold air in the sky, forms a storm. The storm swept through the desert, rolling up a large amount of wind and sand, bringing a very bad experience to the creatures in the desert.

The sky is gray, and you can't see three fingers when you reach out. The dust falls on your skin and clothes. If you are a troll, you can't help feeling uncomfortable.

No troll was willing to go out at this time, but a team passed through a powerful sandstorm and walked in damn weather.

"It's so damn. This kind of weather really makes goblins unhappy!" The sharp voice of the goblin wizard Ros, an employee of the hired Hot Sand Company, echoed in the dust storm.

"It's not just the goblins. We are the same." A generous voice sounded. "If we had known that there was such a big dust storm, we should have stayed in Zutiwu for a while."

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

"Who isn't it? Fortunately, it's already here."

In the dusty sandstorm, Tonatiwu looked at the simple gate of Zuzangar not far away.

Sandstorms often occur in the desert, especially in August and September when air convection is severe.

If it were in the past, the trolls either hid in Zulfarak or could only hide in the camp in the desert and shivered.

Now with an oasis, the oasis has a much stronger resistance to sandstorms than the original camp.

The trees can block most of the wind and sand, and the trolls hidden in it will eat some sand at most.

“Huh?”

Going to the gate of the new town.

In the desert air with a faint smell of ozone, Tonatiu smelled a bloody smell.

"What's going on? Why are there no guards? Even if it's a sandstorm, people have to be sent to guard at the door!" He approached Zuzangar's gate unhappily.

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

And why does the air smell bloody?

At the simple door of Zuzangar, three dead bodies of trolls were lying on the ground. When Tonatiu came, they were almost buried by the wind and sand.

Enemy attack?

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

Civil strife?

This is possible.

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

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

Although the Shanu tribe was broken up, they also have a long history and a large tribe with a population of nearly 100,000.

Some sand trolls are convinced orally and are not convinced, and are secretly causing trouble.

"Wow! Dead troll!" The hired goblin wizard leaned over to check it out. He said with great experience: "I died for about two hours, my neck was cut open, my throat was broken, and my heart was stabbed. Even the troll could not save me."

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

"Your Majesty, you are making things difficult for me. I am not a detective, how could it be..." The goblin mage said, checking the wound. "Wait, I know the traces of this weapon. Although I don't want to say it, they are weapons that goblins like to use."

"Gomin?"

"That's right." The goblin wizard of the Hot Sand Company frowned with ugly eyebrows. "The wound marks look like they are caused by the knife-like daggers that goblins like to use. But... it doesn't make sense! Gakison knows that you can't mess with them. Listen, I don't want to shirk it. But Gakison's goblins can't dare to attack the trolls like this!"

"Get in!" Tonatiu walked quickly into Zuzangar.
Chapter completed!