Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 118 Broad Vision
In the administrative area of ​​Zurga City, on the square in front of the Loa Pyramid, a welcome dinner was going on, surrounded by bronze lamps of various styles, illuminating the square brightly.

On the various round tables in the square, there are delicacies carefully prepared by the chefs of the Zandalari Kingdom.

"Welcome everyone, let's drink this beautiful wine together!"

Rocca, as the person in charge of receiving the Amani mission, held a copper wine cup to pay tribute to Amani and other trolls.

"Thanks to the Zandalari tribe for their hospitality."

Amani held the same copper wine glass in his hand, smelling the fruit wine with a strange aroma in the glass, and saluted Rocca.

Yes, with the increase in food production in the Zandalari Kingdom year by year, after ensuring that the people would not go hungry, the Zandalari trolls also discovered the brewing of wine in a series of mistakes. The method, originally just a factory that wanted to try to make vinegar, a seasoning, discovered the way of brewing wine under an operation error.

Thus, the brewing process of fine wine in the Kingdom of Zandalari began.

At Dazar's behest, the Zandalari Brewery was formed.

The appearance of good wine was ordered by Dasa as a sacrificial item. This is a special drink that is only allowed to be drunk on major festivals. The reason for this is that Dasa believes that drinking too much wine will cause bad things.

Because of Dasa's order, the drink of wine has become a sacred thing in the Zandalari Kingdom.

This time, in order to entertain the Amani trolls who came from afar, the Zanchuli Council specially unsealed a batch of fruit wine brewed two years ago. .

"Everyone, you have worked hard along the way."

While the Zanchuli councilors were eating and chatting with the Amani mission while holding wine glasses, Zul, who was dressed in a costume, appeared on the scene with a copper wine glass in one hand and a lapis lazuli staff that symbolized the status of the high priest.

"The High Priest."

After seeing Zul, all the trolls present raised their glasses and saluted him.

Zul, the Prophet, the spokesperson of the Loa in the kingdom, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, the chairman of the Zanchuli Council, the head of the All Souls Church, and the representative of the trolls who convey their will to the Loa.

He has too many titles, and all the titles can be summed up in one word, High Priest.

"Long time no see, Chief Amani."

Zul walked to Amani's side with a wine glass.

"High Priest, it is a great pleasure to see you again."

Amani looked at Zul with respect, the priest who had given him the warning of the pest attack.

"I hope, Great Chief, you have made a deliberate decision to come to the kingdom this time."

Zul said while holding the wine glass in his hand and lightly touched Amani's wine glass.

Ding.

After clinking glasses, Zuer took a sip of the wine in the glass.

"I still need to learn more about your tribe."

Amani didn't answer Zul's words immediately, he didn't choose to surrender like a troll so easily.

"No, this is not my tribe, but His Majesty's kingdom."

Zuul's expression changed from amiable to serious, and he corrected Amani's words.

"His Majesty is here!"

The shouts of the Zandalari guards came from a distance, and the kingdom guards with golden armor, gold armor and gold weapons became more shining under the light of the lights, and Dasa was wearing a robe made of silk, wearing a Surrounded by a group of priests on duty, the crown symbolizing the Kingdom of Zandalari entered the banquet venue.

"His Majesty!"

All the Zandalari trolls present saluted after seeing Dasa's figure.

Amani looked at Zuer who was bowing down to Dasa in front of him, and he was somewhat dissatisfied in his heart. He respected Zuer very much, the high priest who was recognized by the Loamen of the Amani tribal alliance. The guy so saluted?

Ms. Bai emerged from the clouds in the sky, and the bright moonlight shone on the square, stretching the shadow of the Loa Pyramid very long. Dasa was just outside the shadow at this moment, shrouded in the moonlight.

"It's a beautiful night, isn't it? Guys."

Dasa walked into the venue slowly, took a copper wine glass from a maid, and raised his glass to the trolls in the venue, then raised his neck and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Handsome, tall, strong, all the commendatory words that fit the male appearance of trolls can be used on Dasa at this moment. Amani looked at Daza with his eyes, and he could naturally feel that the other side's eyes were looking at himself.

That gaze was full of scrutiny, making him straighten his back involuntarily.

"Hail to you, Warchief of the Zandalar tribe."

Amani raised the copper wine glass in his hand and faced Dasa.

"This is the first time we've met, Chief Armani."

Daza walked through a path made for him by all the trolls, and came to Amani's side.

His height of [-] meters far exceeds the unique height of other trolls. Walking in will naturally create an invisible sense of oppression for the trolls facing him.

Amani, too, noticed Dasana's distinctive limbs.

The silver-white limbs with metallic luster, no matter how you look at them, don't look like jaws that grow naturally, they must be the blessing of a certain loa god.

Legend has it that the Devilsaur Loa Lazan is very fond of this great chief, presumably these limbs must have been blessed by that loa god.

"Yes, I've heard rumors about you, Chief Dasa."

Amani looked up at him.

"Oh? That's right. Then I wish you a wonderful night tonight, Amani."

After Daza finished speaking, he turned and left Amani's side.

Looking at the back of Dasa leaving step by step, Amani didn't know what he was thinking.

After the dinner officially began, a band of Zandalari trolls appeared around the venue, which was composed of drummers from various legions.

The majestic sound of horns and thundering drums provided an unprecedented experience for the banquet present.

This slightly primitive piece of music is exactly the marching song played by the Zandalari Kingdom Legion when they marched. The rhythmic drumbeats and low horn sounds all told the trolls present the bloody and chilling from the battlefield.

Dasa froze for a moment upon hearing the tune, but then a smile appeared on his face.

"What is His Majesty laughing at?"

Nuo Si walked to Dasa's side with a jug of wine, and filled the empty wine glass on the round table for him.

She is very familiar with this marching song. When she was fighting in the Nazmir Forest, she heard this song and witnessed the defeat of the blood trolls.

The shield wall of Zandalari warriors beating drums is unbreakable, and the swords in their hands are unbreakable.

The army of the blood trolls disappeared into this world like a shattered one.

Even now, she shudders when she hears the tune.

However, she keenly noticed the flash of a smile on Dasa's face at this moment, it was not a happy smile, but a smile of discovering something interesting.

"What do you think of the idea of ​​playing music in the banquet hall?"

Daza picked up the wine glass that Nuosi had already filled for him, and looked at her with a smile on his face.

"Well, it's pretty good."

North didn't know why he was asking himself that.

"Really? I think so too. North, you can go and help Zul."

The smile on Daza's face didn't decrease in the slightest after hearing North's words. He saw Zul who was dealing with the Amani mission and thought she should help.

Noth left, and she went to Zuul to help with the wine jug.

"Oh, really, if it wasn't for the tense battle on the front line, I would have trained a group of musicians. How could I play this kind of war song at such a relaxing dinner party?"

Dasa slowly sipped the fruit wine in his mouth while listening to the music.

Hmm, slightly sour, slightly bitter.

It just smelled very mellow, and he was still not used to the smell of wine.

This is the last drink of the night.

Dasa looked up at the bright moon in the sky, raised his wine glass and toasted it, then drank the last glass in one gulp.

This was a dinner destined to be unforgettable for the Amani missions. At [-] noon the next day, Amani and his trolls woke up from the hangover of last night.

Although his head was still a little groggy, after he simply washed his face, he woke up.

Sitting on the wooden chair in the hotel, Amani tried to recall what happened last night. It was indeed a wonderful night, with good wine, food and beauties.

What plans do they have today?

Just when Amani thought of this, there was a knock on the closed wooden door.

"Chief Amani, are you up?"

Lana's voice came from outside.

"I'm already up, please come in, Senator Lana."

Through yesterday's dinner, Amani finally figured out the difference between the Zandalari Kingdom and their tribal alliance, and also figured out the official titles of these Zandalari trolls' high-level positions.

In addition, he also had an unexpected harvest last night, that is, at this dinner party, he saw Gurubashi who had joined the Zandalari Kingdom.

What the two trolls talked about, he couldn't remember clearly, but he remembered that Zul seemed to be beside the two and told them something about bugs, and persuaded himself not to drink too much alcohol.

Uh, it looks like I'm drunk.

"Today we will take a good tour of the city of Zurga, and of course the factory area outside the city. Are you ready, Great Chief Amani?"

Lana opened the door and came in. She smelled the air in the room and smelled of alcohol, and saw Amani who was sitting on the wooden chair and looked a little dazed.

"Well, I'm ready. Senator Lana."

Amani was brought back to God by Lana's voice, and he stood up from his chair.

"Then we will start from the hotel later, and I will wait for you at the hotel entrance."

Lana left the room after confirming that there was no problem with the Amani group. She had already gone to the front desk and told the hotel manager here to ask her to clean the room where the Amani mission lived. Be sure to clean the room. The smell of alcohol pervading inside was cleared away.

After a while, the Amani delegation finished packing and walked out of the hotel.

The business area of ​​Zugal City can be said to be the busiest area in the entire Zandalari Kingdom. Kingdom people from all over the world will come here to find what they want.

The bustling street scene shocked all the trolls of the Amani mission. Such a scene is usually only seen in the big gathering every four years in their tribal alliance, but now in the Zandalari Kingdom, this kind of big gathering seems to be a One that exists every day.

Looking at the dazzling array of goods displayed on the berths, the Amani missions stopped their progress and began to watch one berth after another. Here they saw goods that they had never seen before. Here Compared with the goods of the Zandalari trade team, the items are much richer.

This situation continued until Lana couldn't bear the inquiries from the Amani mission. Today's itinerary was not only to visit the trade zone, but also to take the mission to the military zone and the factory area in the outer city.

Under the urging of Lana, the Amani mission reluctantly left the trade zone, and under the leadership of the "guide", they walked across the wooden bridge across the river and arrived at the military zone on the other side of the river.

The inner wall like a city wall, the well-planned barracks, and the Zurga Garrison Corps who shouted uniform commands and drilled.

This is how the military zone made the Amani Mission feel.

The main purpose of coming here is to let these northern guys have a good understanding of the military power of the Zandalari Kingdom, so as to exert weight on the balance in Amani's heart.

This time, apart from Lana and Gurubash, who came to accompany the mission to visit, as a tribal chief who newly joined the Zandalari Kingdom, his understanding of the Zandalar Kingdom is not comprehensive, and the Zanchuli Council is based on Considering this level, Gurubashi also visited Zurga City with Lana.

"We're going out of the city next, and the factory area is outside the city."

Lana stood in front of Amani, looking sideways at the great chief whose face became serious after leaving the military area.

Unlike Amani, who looked dignified, Gurubashi never closed his mouth after watching the routine exercise of the Zulga Garrison Corps.

He felt that with such a strong army, the Zandalari Kingdom would definitely be able to hold its current line of defense in the face of the bugs' attack.

"Well, lead the way."

Amani's face was serious, and he didn't talk to Lana like he did when he was in the trade zone.

He knew very well that this female troll brought him to their military zone to show him off, but after he truly understood the kingdom's force system, he had to admit that he was indeed intimidated by the opponent's show off.

Now, he must find a way to prove that his Amani tribal alliance is not inferior to the Zandalari Kingdom in terms of force.

But after he thought about the comparison carefully, he found desperately that the tribal alliance was inferior to the kingdom in every aspect.

The factory area is different from the bustling trade area, and also different from the military area full of murderous atmosphere.

There is not only the excitement of the trade zone, but also the order of some military zones.

Cloth, silk, pottery, wood, and gold are all produced here. After the artisans of the Zandalari trolls provided them with sufficient survival guarantees in the kingdom, these geniuses gave back to the kingdom with these exquisite products them.

From linen, cotton to silk, from ordinary containers to sacrificial supplies, from production tools to weapons for defending the country, these are all made by craftsmen.

It can be said that the Zandalari Kingdom can enjoy its current prosperous situation, and these artisans have made indelible contributions.

After visiting the entire factory area, Amani was completely silent.

The entire Amani mission was also silent. They have fully realized the gap between the two sides at this moment, and now they only need the last straw to make a decision.

"What? That guy wants a friendly workout with me? Well, kind! I'll give him that."

　PS: Wednesday, this week is also a very busy week, and the plot will start to change.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)